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and sores of the throat. And less than this I could


day, a petition was to be presented to the House of not say (with the leave of the charitable plıysician),


The subject of the debate was to gratify our poor woodman; and yet, when I have

whether the King had the power to pardon those who said all this, I do by no means commend the scent of

had been condemned by Parliament. * it

, which is very noxious to the air ; and therefore, This is another story of the Scotch rebellion against As the motion had passed generally, I thought I though I do not undertake that all things which

the succession of the House of Hanover, and is taken could draw some advantage in favour of my design. sweeten the air are salubrious, nor all ill savours per- from the same book that furnished us with our ro

Accordingly, I immediately left the House of Lords nicious, yet, as not for its beauty,* so neither for its

and hastened to the Tower, where, affecting an air smell, would I plant Elder near my habitation ; since mances of last week. As an interesting subject is of joy and satisfaction, I told all the guards I passed we learn from Biesius (* De Aeris Potestate'), that apt to make us wish 10 know more of it, or to refresh by, that I came to bring joyful tidings to the prisoners. a certain house in Spain, seated among many Elder our memories if we knew it before, we thought the

I desired them to lay aside their fears, for the petition trees, diseased and killed all the inhabitants; which, render would not dislike to see another specimen of them some money to drink to the Lords and his Ma

had passed the House in their favour.

I then gave when at last they were grubbed up,

became a very wholesome and healthy place. The Elder does like the stirring adventures of that period. The Count- jesty, though it was but trifling; for I thought that wise produce a certain green fly, almost invisible, ess of Nithsdale, whose courageous affection saved the if I were too liberal on the occasion they might which is exceedingly troublesome, and gathers a fiery life of her husband, has had a sister heroine in our

suspect my designs, and that giving them something redness where it attacks.

would gain their good humour and services for the own times in the person of the Countess Lavalette, next day, which was the eve of the execution. The

who, though she succeeded also as far as her husband next morning I could not go to the Tower, having So far Evelyn. But this is nothing to the venerawas concerned, appears to have had an ultra-sensi

too many things on my hands to put in readiness;

but in the evening, when all was ready, I sent for tion, which Mr Phillips, in his • History of Fruits,' bility of temperament which risked more of her own

Mrs Mills, with whom I lodged, and I acquainted says was entertained for the Elder tree by the famous peace, and thus enhanced the merit of the daring, for her with my design of attempting my lord's escape,

she is understood to have lost her senses in conse- as there was no prospect of his being pardoned; and physician Boerhaave, who “seldom passed it without taking off his hat;" and as to its ill scent, and its quence of the alarm she underwent.

this was the last night before the execution. I told The other day,

her that I had everything in readiness, and I trusted hurtfulness as a shade, hear what is delivered by the meeting with one of those delightful old editions of she would not refuse to accompany me, that my lord same welcome historian, besides additional testithe Spectator, the plain and sober type of which ren- might pass for her. I pressed her to come imme

At the same time mony to its virtues :

ders them so much pleasanter to read than the diately, as we had no time to lose.
modern sharply cut letters and glaring paper, we re-

I sent for Mrs Morgan, then usually known by the « Sir J. E. Smith has remarked that this tree is, as

name of Hilton, to whose acquaintance my dear Evans joiced to open it upon a vignette representing the had introduced me, which I looked upon as a very it were, a whole magazine of physic to rustic practi- famous vacation of the town of Hensberg, when the singular happiness. I immediately communicated " It is said, that if sheep that have the rot can get Emperor Conrad the Third, who besieged it

, gave make ; so I begged her to put under her own ridingat the bark and young shoots of Elder, they will soon permission to the female inhabitants to quit the place, hood one that I had prepared for Mrs Mills, as she cure themselves.” “ The wine made from Elder berries is too well taking with them as much as they could carry. Ac

was to lend her's to my lord, that, in coming out, he

Mrs Mills was then with known by families in the country, to need any enco

cordingly, they issued forth, each carrying her hus- might be taken for her. miums; it is the only wine the cottager can procure, band, which so affected the Emperor that he shed

child, so that she was not only of the same height, and when well made, is a most excellent and whole

but nearly as the same size as my lord.

When we tears, pardoned the town, and took the Duke of Basome drink, taken warm before going to bed. It varia, who commanded it, into favour. Our present might have no leisure to reflect. Their surprise and

were in the coach, I never ceased talking that they causes gentle perspiration, and is a mild opiate."

If a rich syrup be made from ripe Elder berries, subject reminded us of the vignette, and the vignette astonishment, on my first opening my design to them, and a few bitter almonds, when added to brandy, it induced us to read the paper containing the story

had made them consent without ever thinking of the has all the flavour of the very best cherry brandy."


On our arrival at the Tower, the first over again, which so much gratified us, that it has “ The white Elder berries, when ripe, make wine

I introduced was Mrs Morgan, for I was only allowed much resembling grape wine."

made us devote one of our specimens of celebrated to take in one at a time. She brought in theclothes that “ The buds and the young tender shoots are greatly authors to it this week. We hope nobody will com

were to serve Mrs Mills when she left her own behind

her. admired as pickle.”

When Mrs Morgan had taken off what she had plain of the commonness of the admirable work from brought for that purpose, I conducted her back to the “ The leaves of the Elder tree are often put into

which it is taken, nor fancy that we do it to the subterranean paths of moles, to drive those

• fill staircase, and in going I begged her to send me my

We are more noxious little animals from the garden. If fruit- up,” which most assuredly we do not.

maid to dress me; that I was afraid of being too late trees, flowering shrubs, corn, or other vegetables, be perplexed with abundance of materials, than the

to present my last petition that night, if she did not whipped with the green leaves of the Elder branches, want of them. But commonly as the Spectator is to

come immediately. I despatched her safe, and went it is said that insects will not attach themselves to

partly down stairs to meet Mrs Mills, who had the them. An infusion of these leaves in water is good and suddenly extended of late years, that there are, be met with, the circle of readers has been so largely precaution to hold her handkerchief to her face, as

was very natural for a woman to do when she was to sprinkle over rose-buds, and other flowers subject to blight and the devastations of caterpillars." doubtless, many persons, capable of enjoying it, who going to bid her last farewell to a friend on the eve of

his execution. I had indeed desired her to do it, that “ The whole plant has a narcotic smell, and it is are better acquainted with it by name than by its

Her thought not prudent to sleep under its shade. It is

my lord might go out in the same manner. probable that this tree, particularly when in blossom, contents ; and to such as know it well, we can only eyebrows were rather inclined to be sandy, and my may inhale more impure air than any others of say that we hope they are as glad to see a choice bit lord's were dark and very thick; however, I had preslower growth. This would naturally be exhaled in of it again as we are, and to perceive the new beau

pared some paint of the colour of her's to disguise his the night, and possibly to the injury of those who ties which are ever developing themselves to one's

with. I also bought an artificial head-dress of the continued to breatlie the immediate air of the tree;

same coloured hair as her's, and I painted his face but the author has resided in a cottage nearly sureyes as we advance in life and become more capable with white, and his cheeks with rouge to hide his long

All this rounded with these trees, without perceiving any ill of appreciating the wit and knowledge of these fine beard, which he had not had time to shave.

provision 1 had before left in the Tower. effects, although his children were daily playing and writers. But to our romance. sitting beneath their shade, at a tiine when the

guards, whom my slight liberality the day before had The Earl of Nithsdale (says our authority) was

endeared me to, let me go quietly with my company, branches were covered with blossom." one of those who surrendered at Preston.

and were not so strictly on the watch as they usually In short, the only circumstances we find against by the extraordinary ability and admirable dexterity from what I had told them the day before, that the

afterwards tried and sentenced to decapitation ; but, had been ; and the more so, as they were persuaded, the character of the Elder tree are, that it is inju- of his Countess, he escaped out of the Tower on the prisoners would obtain their pardon. I made Mrs rious to poultry, and the last thing which animals in evening before his intended execution, and died at Mills take off her own hood, and put on that which general will brouse upon. But so are many other Rome, 1744. The subjoined narrative of the man- I had brought for her. I then took her by the hand, things, very good for men, and for animals too, in

ner in which his escape was effected is so full of in- and led her out of my lord's chamber, and in passing

terest, that the reader can hardly be displeased at its through the next room, in which there were several other ways. Elder might be kept out of the farm length, more particularly as it exhibits a memorable people, with all the concern imaginable, I said, “ My or cottage yard; but it is admirable everywhere else, instance of that heroic intrepidity to which the dear Mrs Catherine, go in all haste and fetch me my -handsome, luxuriant, most useful,—a treasure, both female heart can rouse itself on trying occasions, waiting-maid, she certainly cannot reflect how late it in sight and substance, to the English village,-a ca

when man, notwithstanding his boasted superiority, is; she forgets that I am to present a petition to-night,

is but too apt to give way to despondency and despair. and if I let slip this opportunity, I am undone, for pital comforter, and sender to bed, of tired and dried

The tenderness of conjugal affection and the thousand to-morrow will be too late. Hasten her as much as up faculties,—(try a hot glass of it with toast,)-in apprehensions or anxieties that beset it in adversity, possible, for I shall be on thorns till she comes.” fine, the Bearded Bacchus himself,—for this doubtless the long pressure of misfortune, and the dread of Everybody in the room, who were chiefly the guard's is the meaning of the word Elder.

impending calamity, tend uniformly to overwhelm wives and daughters, seemed to compassionate me the spirits and distract the mind from any settled exceedingly; and the sentinel officiously opened the

door. purpose; but it is possible that those sentiments may • How! “not for its beauty!” Strange misgiving on the

When I had seen her out, I returned back part of the unmisgiving Evelyn. Au Elder tree is not su

be absorbed in a more energetic feeling, in a courage to my lord, and finished dressing him. I had handsome as a lilac or syringa; but it is surely very hand- sustained by the conflicting influence of hope and taken care Mrs Mills did not go out crying as she some, and has a wholesome, buxom, balf-brown look with desperation. Yet, even thus prepared, the mind may came in, that my lord might the better pass for the it, very pastoral and rustic. Its thick blossoms are hand

be inadequate to the attainment of a long and peril- lady who came in crying and affected; and the more some in spring, and its black berries in autumn.-ED.

ous enterprise; and, in the present case, we have the so because he had the same dress she wore. When I testimony of Lady Nithsdale herself, that she would had almost finished dressing my lord in all my petti. have sunk at the prospect of so many and such fear. coats, I perceived that it was growing dark, and was

ful obstacles, had she not relied with firmness on the afraid that the light of the candles might betray us; Useless Resentment.Give no expression, and, as aid of Providence. The detail of her narrative will so I resolved to set off. I went out leading him by far as you can avoid it, give no place in your mind, to shew how greatly this reliance contributed to the hand, and he held his handkerchief to his eyes. I useless resentment; not even where you feel that you strengthen and regulate the tone of her resolution, spoke to him in the piteous and most aMicted tone of are calumniated. If you are accused of bad conduct, not only in every vicissitude of expectation and dis- voice, bewailing bitterly the negligence of Evans, who past or intended, and it is in your power to disprove appointment, but in what is more trying than either, had vexed me by her delay. Then said I, “ My dear the accusation, do not fly into a passion, but give dis- the sickening intervals of suspense and doubt. Mrs Betty, for the love of God, run quickly, and proofs; to fly into a passion is naturally a guilty Extract of a letter from Lady Nithsdale to her bring her with you. You kuow my lodging, and if man's sole and therefore natural resource; disproof's sister Lady Lucy Herbert, Abbess of the Augustine you ever made despatch in your lite, do it at present, are the only means of distinguishing your case from Nuns at Bruges :

I am almost distracted with this disappointment.' that of a guilty man.-Bentham.

• On the 22d of February, which fell on a Thurs- The guards opened the doors, and I went down stairs

The poor

He was

with him, still conjuring him to make all possible despatch. As soon as he had cleared the door, I made him walk before me, for fear the sentinels should take notice of his walk; but I still continued to press him to make all the despatch he possibly could. At the bottom of the stairs, I met my dear Evans, into whose hands I confided him. I had before engaged Mr Mills to be in readiness before the Tower to conduct him to some place of safety, in case we succeeded. He looked upon the affair so very improbable to succeed, that his astonishment when he saw us, threw him into such consternation that he was almost out of himself; which Evans perceiving, with the greatest presence of mind, without telling him anything, lest he should mistrust them, conducted him to some of her own friends, on whom she could rely, and so secured him, without which we should have been undone. When she had conducted him and left him with them, she returned to find Mr Mills, who by this time had recovered himself of his astonishment. They went home together, and having found a place of security they conducted him to it.

In the meanwhile, as I had pretended to have sent the young lady one message I was obliged to return up stairs, and go back to my lord's room in some feigned anxiety of being too late, so that everybody seemed sincerely to sympathize with my distress. When I was in the room, I talked to him as if he had been really present, and answered my own questions in my lord's voice as nearly as I could imitate it; I walked up and down, as if we were conversing together, till I thought they had time enough thoroughly to clear themselves of the guards. I then thought proper to make off also. I opened the door, and stood half in it, that those in the outward chamber might hear what I said; but held it so close that they could not look in. I bade my lord a formal farewell, for the night and added that something more than usual must have happened to make Evans negligent on this important occasion, who had always been so punctual in the smallest trifle; that I saw no other remedy than to go in person that, if the Tower were still open when I finished my business, I would return that night; but that he might be assured I would be with him as early in the morning as I could gain admittance into the Tower; and I flattered myself I should bring favourable news. Then, before I shut the door, I pulled through the string of the latch, so that it could only be opened on the inside. I then shut it with some degree of force, that I might be sure of its being well shut. I said to the servant as I passed by, who was ignorant of the whole transaction, that he need not carry in candles to his master till my lord sent for them, as he desired to finish some prayers first. I went down stairs, and called a coach. As there were several on the stand, I drove home to my lodgings, where poor Mr Mackenzie had been waiting to carry the petition, in case the attempt had failed. I told him there was no need of any petition, as my lord was safe out of the Tower, and out of the hands of his enemies, as I hoped; but that I did not know where he was. I discharged the coach, and sent for a sedan chair, and went to the Duchess of Buccleugh, who expected me about that time, as I had begged of her to present the petition for me,-having taken my precautions against all events, and asked if she were at home; and they answered that she expected me, and had another duchess with her. I refused to go up stairs, as she had company with her, and I was not in a condition to see any other company. I begged to be shown into a chamber below stairs. and that they would send her grace's woman to me. I had discharged the chair, lest I might be pursued and watched. When the maid came in, I told her to present my most humble respects to her grace, who, they told me, had company with her; and to acquaint her that this was my only reason for not coming up stairs. I also charged her with my sincerest thanks for her kind offer to accompany me when I went to present my petition. I added, that she might spare herself any further trouble, as it was judged more advisable to present one general petition in the name of all: however, that I should never be unmindful of my particular obligations to her grace, which I would return very soon to acknowledge in person. I then desired one of the servants to call a chair, and I went to the Duchess of Montrose, who had always borne a part in my distress. When I arrived, she left her company to deny herself, not being able to see me under the affliction which she judged me to be in. By mistake, however, I was admitted-so there was no remedy. She came to me; and as my heart was in an extacy of joy, I expressed it in my countenance as she entered the room. I ran up to her in the transport of my joy. peared to be extremely shocked and frighted; and has since confessed to me, that she apprehended my trouble had thrown me out of myself, till I communicated my happiness to her. She then advised me to retire to some place of security, for that the king was highly displeased, and even enraged, at the petition I had presented to him, and had complained of it severely. I sent for another chair; for I always discharged them immediately, lest I might be purued. Her grace said that she would go to court, to see how the news of my lord's escape was received.


She ap

When the news was brought to the king, he flew into an excess of passion, and said he was betrayed; for it could not have been done without some confe

deracy. He instantly despatched two persons to the Tower, to see that the other prisoners were still secured, lest they should follow the example. Some threw the blame upon one; some upon another; the duchess was the only one at court who knew it.

When I left the duchess, I went to a house which Evans had found out for me, and where she promised to acquaint me where my lord was. She got thither some few minutes after me, and told me, that when she had seen him secure, she went in search of Mr Mills, who, by the time, had recovered himself from his astonishment; that he had returned to her house, where she had found him; and that he had removed my lord from the first place, where she had desired him to wait, to the house of a poor woman directly opposite to the guard house. She had but one small room up one pair of stairs, and a very small bed in it. We threw ourselves upon the bed, that we might not be heard walking up and down. We subsisted on this provision from Thursday to Saturday night, when Mr Mills came and conducted my lord to the Venetian Ambassador's. We did not communicate the affair to his excellency; but one of his servants concealed him in his own room till Wednesday, on which occasion, the Ambassador's coach and six was to go down to Dover, to meet his brother. My lord put on a livery, and went down with the retinue without the least suspicion, to Dover, where Mr Mitchell (which was the name of the Ambassador's servant) hired a small vessel, and immediately set sail for Calais. The passage was so remarkably short, that the Captain threw out this reflexion, that the wind could not have served better, if his passengers had been flying for their lives, little thinking it to be really the case. Mr Mitchell might have easily returned without being suspected of being concerned in my lord's escape; but my lord seemed inclined to have him continue with him, which he did, and has at present a good place under our young master.

This is as exact and as full an account of this affair, and of the persons concerned in it, as I could possibly give you, to the best of my memory, and you may rely on the truth of it. I am, with the strongest attachment, my dear sister, your's, most affectionately, WINIFRED Nethisdale.

The original MS. of this letter is in the possession of Constable Maxwell, Esq., of Terreagles, a descendant of the noble house of Nethisdale. As a proof of the interest which the public took in the extraordinary adventure which it details, the following memorandum may be quoted. "William Maxwell, Earl of Nethisdale, made his escape from the Tower, Feb. 23, 1715, dressed in a woman's cloak and hood, which were for some time after called Nithsdales."


Heartless, she left me on the dazzling height;
I saw far down beneath my feet the strand
Where busy mortals toil from morn till night,
In quest of that for which a bolder flight
On fancy's pinion I had dar'd to make:

My brain whirl'd round, and sick'ning at the sight,
I fell down headlong in the miry lake,
Whence creatures of earth's mould their earthly feel-
ings take.

And now, what am I? grovelling here below,
Link'd to a chain 'twere vain for me to try
To snap asunder. Ever, as I go,
(Unskill'd, as yet, in apathy) I sigh
That thus, almost unfledged, I sought to fly
In quest of what to patient toil is given;
And ever and anon some passer by

Points with his finger, saying, "How he's thriven, That sought with seraphim to build his nest in heaven."


[These are good lines; the last is a fine onc. But why seek to build a nest in heaven alone? Why not begin with earth,-with a nest upon the ground, like the lark, lowly, and like a creature made partly for earth; and so vindicate the heavenly part of one's nature at due season, and rise on our wings and enjoy all the Nature around us? By hoping too much, we realize nothing. By realizing something first, we may hope and enjoy as we go, ad infinitum. Or, if we have yet realized nothing, why waste time and spirit in regret, instead of setting our shoulders to the wheel, and vindicating our right to have been mistaken by our hearty resolution to make up for it?]


[IN Reminiscences of the Rhine, Switzerland, and a
Corner of Italy ;-specimens of which are here con-
tinued from our last.]

Farewell to an old Sojourn.—It was a delightful day this last one. We dined again in the dear old room, with the kind-hearted Luigi Sada waiting on us, guessing our thoughts and anticipating our wishes. This mirror of gardeners, is one of the many things that we regret in quitting BeJaggio; we shall long remember his fine intelligent countenance, his dark Italian eyes, kindling with the strong expression of real feeling, as he bade us farewell,-kissing our hands with all the natural grace and kindly warmth of his country. Good Luigi we shall, I hope, all meet again under the shade of the vines, whose rich clusters promise a golden harvest. It would have been delightful to have witnessed the abundant vintage of beautiful Belaggio, and the festive gaiety of its bacchanalia. But it must not be; already the shadows of night draw round us, and shut out the solitudes where we have passed days never to be forgotten. This is not a spot to be left with an every-day feeling of regret; it is not a common paradise of leaves and flowers, but a scene which deeply affects the imagination, and betters the heart. One cannot look from these airy terraces on the beautiful world around, and on that mysteriously sustained heaven, which makes its roof, without feeling the spirit purified, and the soul lifted above those mean aspirings, which, while they seem to expand the mind, destroy the fine fibrous net-work

which sheaths its delicate construction.

I always find the rhetoric of nature more heartstirring than that of the schools, and I believe the love of nature is one of the affections which linger longest in the heart. How strongly, as we advance in life, is the vanity of those things which we most prized in youth, made manifest; what importance have we given to untried joys and distinctions, and even to the lightest trifles! A little while, and the most solidt amongst them seem like toys, not worth playing with. We find that feelings, opinion, modes, and even hearts change,-everything but nature; she alone is immutable, and for that reason, her spells are often the last broken. We confide in her promises, and know that she will never deceive us; everything else may be false-hope, love, beauty, If we sow an friendship, fame,-but nature never. acorn by the side of a grave, we are sure that an oak will overshadow it; if we return to the country of our birth, changed and forgotten, we find the same hills and streams, and even the same flowers-if man has not disturbed them-which we loved in childhood. Postum has still its roses, though its tombs have long been swallowed up in the general oblivion. These are the reasons why the love of nature has been known to ripen in the heart, amidst the ashes of other, and once warmer feelings. We love, and lean on things that we know will not break down, or forsake us. Of others-even those that flatter us most-we can too often spell the duration; but we are sure of nature, for she must outlive ourselves.

As we descended the hill, a little girl was coming up, with a flock of refractory sheep under her direction; they were somewhat in our path,-enough, I suppose, she thought, to impede us: for she seized L 's arm with gentle violence, and kissed it as he passed, as if she would deprecate his anger by her sweet and humble action.

Italian Dancing. The ballet (at Milan), considered as one of the best, if not the very best in Europe, is just now below mediocrity, as to dancers. The plunging and twisting, this evening applauded to the skies, would at Paris be scarcely tolerated at Franconi's. It was a ballet d'action, interspersed with pirouettes; the story from Lord Byron's Corsair, with very beautiful scenery, and a Gulnare, who had some feeling in her mute wretchedness. But Le Palarina was absent. I was disappointed, I may almost say, agreeably, I wished to have seen her again, yet recollecting what she had once made me suffer, was almost pleased to escape from the effect of her too powerful acting. It was long before 1 could shake of the recollection of her Gabrielle de Vergy. It haunted me like a crime; for many nights, I fell asleep, thinking of the death-shudder, the upright spring, the livid light in the hollow eye, when the cruel present is placed before her. I had read of broken hearts, and believed that such things

These are the authoress's own italics. We notice the circumstance, because it shews how conscious she is of certain conventional tendencies that beset her by habit, and how superior to them she is by nature.-ED.

+ This, from the pen of a brilliant writer, apparently ia possession of all the goods of fortune, is edifying. It is the Tuck of many of a less abundant lot to remain richer. We can safely assert, for one, that the blessings which appeared to us the most solid in the days of our youth, appear so still; and that we like precisely the same things we did then, without exception.-ED.

A beautiful impulse, beautifully painted.-ED.

Whose lover's heart was served up to her at supper, by an exasperated husband.-ED.

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There were certain simple arrangements of words which Madame de Staël could never hear without emotion, such as “ Les orangers du royaume de Grenade, et les citronniers des rois Maures."* This seems fanciful, but it was a spring touched, a train of thought awakened, a remeinbrance, perhaps, of home striking on the heart in the hour of banishment, and sounding as the song of Sion would have done to the wanderers of Judæa, when they sat by the waters of Babylon and wept. I can easily imagine how the mention of orange groves and marble balconies might shake the soul of an Italian exile, who could listen without sympathy to a tale of sorrow unconnected with his own intense recollections.

had been; but this seemed the reality, the life spring suddenly snapped, just as quick intense agony might have done it. Yet still she has not the touching simplicity of Bigottini; she is more passionate, but perhaps less tender. There were little touches in Bigottini's acting, so full of truth and feeling, that even Palarina's energetic wretchedness is less deeply affecting.


A Picture with a young Priest in it.-Breakfasted at Voghera, a decent little town, where a young priest seemed chief Adonis, and the peasants carry their poultry and fruit in baskets of a graceful shape, hung on each end of a long pole, which, thus loaded, in suspended across the shoulder; the effect is picturesque, and turns the clowns of Voghera into the classical rustics of Claude or Poussin.

This young priest is very amusing; there is something so naïf and conscious in his beauism. He salutes the women as they pass with a gracious smile, seasoned with a little touch of protection, but no Tartufferie; I dare say he writes madrigals, and with apportunity, and a friendly Pompadour, might make, in some thirty years hence, a very decent cardinal-à la de Bernis.† Adieu, flower of priesthood! and thanks for the five minutes' amusement your innocent antics have afforded us.

A Priest of another aspect.-A reverend father convoying home the fruits of his vineyard passes on foot, and bows to us courteously, while a friendly smile lights up his countenance. It is a thin kind face, that looks as if its owner would use the gifts of fortune sparingly himself, and share them freely with others; the "bon curé" of Marmontel (a character to which the heart always warms) transferred to Italy, where the heavy stall-fed face or the lank despotic one, is found swelling out or scowling from under the shade of a small three-cornered hat,-selfindulgence, or tyranny, or both, written in every line and wrinkle. Whenever I see a countenance full of benevolent and cheerful feeling in this class of the clergy abroad, I always wish its owner had the home blessings which an affectionate family can alone diffuse-a wife or daughter smiling on his return, or a son sharing his labours and promising to perpetuate his virtues, or at least that the singleness should be voluntary. It may be said that a parish priest has always an ample field for benevolent exertion. This is true, and he who tills and nourishes it in the spirit of truth and love, is indeed a benediction to his people; but it is hard to have one's path chalked out by others in such near in-door concerns, particularly when the thing is irrevocable.

Italian Villas and their Scenery.-These terraces are one of the most charming features of Genoa. Many of them look upon the gardens and terraces of other houses, others to the mountains, or upon the sea, and some are so high that the street below looks not a span wide, and the passers like figures in a fantoccini. The best apartments are (as usual in Italy) up several flights of stairs, with windows opening on these marble terraces; and from this peculiarity comes, I suppose, the old story that the houses of Genoa are covered with gardens.

There is a great deal of character about the villas which the Genoese hang upon their hills, though the houses seem, in our English eyes, overgrown in proportion to their contracted domains, often little more than two or three terraces, suspended on arches and covered with orange trees, lemons, or acacias, mingled with the dark fig (more magnificent), or the paler olive; but their southern associations give them a colouring of poetry. They do not call up rural images of the familiar kind, such as are awakened by the sight of a hay-field, a green lane, or a thicket of hawthorn; we do not think of Madge or Cicely, of Hodge the ploughman, or the miller's boy, but of downright nymphs of antiquity, and swains to match them; disguised gods, who had much ado to hide their divinity under the shepherd's bonnet, while they sate upon the rocks piping to the fair, halfdressed, statue-like creatures, who peeped out upon them from the orange trees, and were caught in their nets like so many little fishes. Or if the mind flies away from the reprobate gods of old pagan story, as not having enough of intimate reality about them, in steps Shakspeare, leading Juliet and Desdemona, the tender Viola following with love's own smile shining in her eyes, and Beatrice fanning herself with Then come Boccaccio and the wing of a parrot. Da Porto, and Giraldi Cintio, with their legends of love and hate, such as sunny skies and passionate natures engender, and their rainbow tales of sad and joyous spirits.

"Such as blowing out the lights in Clari, after vainly trying to withdraw her eyes from her lover's portrait."Authoress. This is a charming evidence of feeling indeed.

Who rose to the heights of the church on the wings of the French loves and graces, and the favour of Madame de Pompadour!-ED.

We have seen, however, excellent faces among the priesthood of Italy, full of inextinguishable goodness. There are multitudes of bad ones, it is true, the result of a tyrannical, and what Bentham would call a "lie-compelling" system. We may judge of what sort of character the exceptions must be, that remain good notwithstanding.-ED.

Tears. All strong passions, the angry ones excepted, use the language of tears: I saw a boy in the street this morning remonstrating with a gentleman, who had probably given him less than he expected for some trifling service. I did not understand what they said, but their gestures were sufficiently indicative. The gentleman was inflexible, and the boy burst into tears: they were certainly tears of avarice; he looked well dressed and over-fed, but I never saw disappointed sordidness so legibly expressed as in the glance which he cast upon the modicum in his open palm. There are tears and tears: nothing can be more heart-touching or meaner than tears; how different the tears of my divine Hagar and this snivelling boy!

A Painter well Painted.-I once knew a clever man, who greatly admired Caravaggio, and used to place him on a line with Michael Angelo. Caravaggio too was a genius; one full of strong broadshouldered ideas; a perturbed and gloomy spirit, throwing his dark soul out upon his canvass with startling effect; but he did not think or feel like Michael Angelo; his genius was not sublime; he painted like a coarse, bad man of monstrous capacity, but not like one who had unsealed the book of judgment, or lifted up the Pantheon and hung it in the air.

Friends. Nothing to be done at Sion; so having noted down that the lemon, the orange, the Indian fig, &c. ripen here, forgetting that they are in a Swiss valley, looked out of a window, and saw two young women meet and kiss each other over and over again, and always with a lingering press of hands as if the hearts were over them; perhaps they were, perhaps not. One was much prettier than the other, an inequality sorely against à communion of souls. I wish I were now as devout as I was fiveand-twenty years ago, on the subject of friendship. I was then a sincere, an enthusiastic believer; the recollection is still dear to me. But the beautiful drapery in which imagination had enveloped her shadows, was soon torn away by the rude realities of life. Yet I still remember who can ever forget them? those delicious day-dreams, those illusions of a confiding nature, to which the heart clings so fondly, so tenaciously; and I still believe in the kind offices of friendship, though I have lost much of my faith in its sincerity. Many a one will do not only an amiable but a disinterested act by a friend, whose weak points they do not hesitate to lay open, and when ridicule has gone its length, quiet their consciences by drawing in with the salvo of" she is an excellent creature, after all, and I love her very sincerely."

"Dieu me garde de mes amis! Quant à mes ennemis, je m'en charge," was said in a wise, though bitter spirit. Yet there are no doubt some few susceptible of this fine sentiment in all its purity; indeed I know there are. But the word friendship is too often profaned by its application to vague, unsettled, or entirely worldly feeling; and the sentiment itself is not, I believe, often found in its strength, out of the close domestic circle, where all good feelings take root and flourish, where it is bound up with all the virtues and all the weaknesses of our natures, with love, tenderness, pride, and even with our selfishness and vanity.

As we quitted Sion, I saw the girls still standing in a corner, their eyes growing into each other's,* and their hands joined, as if they defied the powers of envy, jealousy, or distrust, to "rend their ancient love asunder." A cradle friendship probably. Ah! faith is given to the young, and doubt is inflicted on those who advance in life. But I talk of friendship only in the general acceptation of the word; of the closer and dearer ties of intimate kindred, the fireside ties, who can speak from a more felicitous experience than myself? No one on earth, I believe; I say it in deep thankfulness of spirit, and with the devout and earnest hope of its faithful and long endurance.

An Interloper among admirable Women, an uncha. ritable Sister of Charity.-But again to the Albergo dei Poveri. The women are under the superintendence of a community of sisters of charity. It is impossible to see these meritorious and self-devoted women, without feelings of sincere respect; but the venerables, who floated through the wards of the hospital in immense stiffened-out aureoles, were, to say the least, not conciliating, Virtue unretinued often makes its way more surely than when it sends a herald before it to knock at our gate, and enforce homage by sound of trumpet. The sister who accompanied us took snuff with an uncharitable air, as if she smelt infection, and glanced us over as if she herself was safe in Abraham's bosom, and we at the purple and fine linen side of the gulf. She would insist on our inspecting some paltry needle-work, and when we declined purchasing, looked venomous. I have so sincere a veneration for these admirable women; the purity of their motives, their courage, zeal, and usefulness belong to so high an order of virtue, that I had almost looked upon them as beings of an intermediate class, with more of heaven than earth about them; consecrated to a mission of tenderness, and fulfilling it as angels might do; and could hardly forgive our cross vulgar old woman for disenchanting me, though it was but for a moment, for I soon returned to my allegiance.

A good Hint to Protestant Churches.-I love the Italian churches with their broad aisles, vast and unfrittered-no pews, no divisions, no aristocratical screenings; all kneeling together, the high and sending up their thanksgiving or their prayer, to mighty, and the lowly, on the same pavement; all the same great being in whose eyes all are equal. No dread of vulgar contact, no dread of the tattered penitent. I shall never forget the impression made upon me on my first visit to St Peter's at Rome, by a young lady who came into the church, folded up in a cachmere, and followed by a servant in gorgeous livery; her appearance was that of a petite maitresse, as far as dress was concerned, but her air was devout and collected; she passed on slowly to the illuminated shrine of the saint, and inserted herself amidst a group of masons in their working dresses, kneeling with them on the pavement, and praying earnestly. This was beautiful, and similar acts of humility are

performed every hour in the day, and in every church in Italy.

The orange trees of the realm of Grenada, and the citron trees of the Moorish kings. Surely this was no domestic chord touched in the bosom of Madame de Staël, but her sympathy with pomp and ascendancy, and fine words, with the poetry of power.-ED.

+ This is a strange mistake to be made by so discerning a writer, though creditable to her own nature. What! did she never see, or even read, of tears of anger and spite, and rage itself? There are passions of all sorts "too deep for tears;" but the same passions, when thrown upon a sense of their own suffering, may equally be seen weeping. Our fair traveller should have been present at a sermen which we had the pleasure of hearing at Genoa, in which the preacher, a friar, handled this subject with a masterly spirit, though in a florid style. He did not mince the matter with his hearers, male or female; and must have startled many a lachrymose egotism.-ED.

[We must have one more batch of extracts, next week, from these interesting volumes.]

How well said is this! Our charming authoress deserves all the faith and felicity which at the end of this extract, she still describes as belonging to her, notwithstanding her polite life experience, in which friends ridicule one another at all lengths behind their backs, and finish by calling their victims "excellent creatures, after all." God keep me from my friends,-I can take care of my enemics myself-is indeed a wise saying for the friends of such friends; but the whole perplexity, as our authoress intimates, arises from an abuse of words. Any body can be convinced that there are real friends in the world by being one himself, and not behaving in the manner above mentioned, even if he has not had the luck (as we have had) of realizing friendship in its noblest form on the part of others.-ED.


TO A FRIEND, RESPECTING A SCENE IN WALES. Kensington, September 11, 1739. DEAR SIR,-I met your letter here on my return from Wales. I bless God for it, I am come home quite well, after a very romantic, and, upon looking back, I think it a most perilous journey. It was the year of my primary visitation, and I determined to see every part of my diocese, to which purpose I mounted my horse, and rode intrepidly, but slowly, through North Wales to Shrewsbury. I am a little afraid, if I should be particular in my description, you would think I am playing the traveller upon you; but indeed I will stick religiously to truth; and because a little journal of my expedition may be some minutes' amusement, I will take the liberty to give it you. I remember, on my last year's picture of North Wales, you complimented me with somewhat of a poetical fancy; that, I am confident, you will not now; for a man may as well expect poetical fire at Copenhagen, as amidst the dreary rocks of Merionethshire. * You find by this intimation that my landscapes are likely to be something different from what they were before, for I talk somewhat in the style of Othello

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I set upon this adventurous journey on a Monday


The next appeared in a more decent figure, carrying morning, accompanied (as bishops usually are) by


a handsome young fellow upon her back. I could my chancellor, my chaplain, secretary, two or three

not forbear commending the young woman for her friends, and our servants. The first part of our road

conjugal affection, when, to my great surprise, I lay across the foot of a long ridge of rocks, and was

His Dream of a Besieged Town.

found she had left the good man at home, and over a dreary morass with here and there a small

brought away her gallant. I saw the third, at some dark cottage, a few sheep, and more goats, in view, The reason of our choosing this specimen for the distance, with a little withered face peeping over her but not a bird to be seen, save, now and then, a soli

present number, will be seen in “ The Romance of shoulder, whom I could not suspect for any but her tary heron watching for frogs. At the end of three miles we got to a small village, where the view of Real Life.” It furnishes one of the most amusing spouse. I heard her call him dear Pug, and found

him to be her favourite monkey. A fourth brought things mended a little, and the road and the time evidences of that fanciful wit, for which, as well as

a huge bale of cards along with her; and the fifth, a were beguiled by travelling for three miles along the for the purer essence of it, or the amalgamation of Bolonia lap-dog ; for her husband, it seems, being a side of a fine lake full of fish, and transparent as remote ideas, Addison is remarkable; and we may very burly man, she thought it would be less trouble glass. That pleasure over, our work became very arduous, for we were to mount a rock, and in many observe in it that instinctive spleen, and wish to find

for her to bring away little Cupid. The next was

the wife of a rich usurer, laden with a bag of gold; places of the road, over natural stairs of stone. I fault, which is perhaps no less to be found in him,

she told us that her spouse was very old, and by the submitted to this, which they told me was but a though veiled in all sorts of delicate zeal for the wel- course of nature could not expect to live long; and taste of the country, and to prepare me for worse fare of his polite readers. He had here got a real that to shew her tender regards for bim she had saved things to come. However, worse things did not

that which the poor man loved better than his life. come that morning, for we dined soon after out of story, altogether creditable to the fair sex, and yet he

The next came towards us with her son upon her our own wallet, and though our inn stood in a place could not help turning it into a satire. Conscious

back, who, we were told, was the greatest rake in the of most frightful solitude, and the best formed for of this mischief himself, he has admirably passed off place, but so much the mother's darling, that she left the habitation of monks (who once possessed it) in the joke as a letter from Will Honeycomb, and taxed

her husband behind with a large family of hopeful the world, yet we made a cheerful meal. The novelty of the thing gave me spirits, and the air gave his imaginary friend with it at the close. The world

sons and daughters, for the sake of this graceless

youth. It would be endless to mention the several me appetite much keener than the knife I ate is too much indebted to Addison to quarrel with him

persons with their several loads, that appeared to me with. We had our music too, for there came in a for his wit, however exercised, especially considering in this strange vision. All the place about me was harper, who soon drew about us a group of figures the natural temptations to which the faculty is sub- covered with packs of ribbands, brocades, embroidery, that Hogarth would give any price for. The har

and ten thousand other materials sufficient to have per was in his true place and attitude ; a man and a ject; but if Steele had got hold of this story, it would

furnished a whole street of toy-shops. One of the woman stood before him, singing to his instrument

have charmed him into other stories equally true, women, having a husband who was none of the hea. wildly, but not disagreeably; a little dirty child was and equally creditable to his fair friends.

viest, was bringing him off upon her shoulders at the playing with the bottom of the harp ; a woman in a sick night-cap hanging over the stairs; a boy with

My friend Will Honeycomb has told me, for above

same time that she carried a great bundle of Flanders

lace under her arm; but finding herself so overcrutches fixed in a staring attention ; and a girl cardthis half year, that he had a great mind to try his

Jaden that she could not save both of them, she ing wool in the chimney, and rocking a cradle with

hand at a Spectator, and that he would fain have one her naked feet, interrupted in her business by the

dropped the good man and brought away the bundle. of his writing in my works. This morning I recharms of the music; all ragged and dirty, and all ceived from him the following letter, which, after

In short, I found but one husband among this great silently attentive. These figures gave us a most having rectified some little orthographical mistakes,

mountain of baggage, who was a lively cobbler, that I shall make a present of to the public.

kicked and spurred all the while his wife was carryentertaining picture, and would please you or any

ing him on, and, as it was said, had scarce passed a man of observation ; and one reflection gave me par- “ Dear Spec,—I was about two nights ago in day in his life without giving her the discipline of ticular comfort, that the assembly before us demon- company with very agreeable people of both sexes,

the strap strated, that even here, the influential sun warmed where, talking of some of your papers which are “ I cannot conclude my letter, dear Spec, without poor mortals and inspired them with the love of written on conjugal love, there arose a dispute among telling thee one very odd whim in this my dream. music. When we had despatched our meals, and us whether there were not more bad husbands in the

I saw, methought, a dozen women employed in bringe had taken a view of an old church, very large for world than bad wives. A gentleman, who was advo- ing off one man; I could not guess who it should be, that country, we remounted, and my guide pointed cate for the ladies, took this occasion to tell the story till, upon his nearer approach, I discovered thy short to a narrow pass between two rocks, through which, of a famous Siege in Germany, which I have since phiz. The women all declared that it was for the he said, our road lay. It did so; and in a little found related in my historical dictionary, after the sake of thy works, and not thy person, that they time we came at it. The inhabitants call it in their following manner :- When the Emperor Conrad the brought thee off, and that it was on condition that language, “the road of kindness.” It was made by Third had besieged Guelphus, Duke of Bavaria, in thou shouldst continue the Spectator. If thou the Romans for their passage to Carnarvon. It is the city of Hensberg, the women, finding that the thinkest this dream will make a tolerable one, it is just broad enough for a horse, paved with large flat town could not possibly hold out long, petitioned at thy service from, stines, and is not level, but rises and falls with the the emperor that they might depart from it with so rock at whose feet it lies. It is half a mile long. much as each of them could carry. The emperor,

“ Dear Spec, thine, sleeping and waking, On the right hand, a vast rock hangs almost over knowing that they could not convey away many of

“ Will HONEYCOMB.” yu; on the left, close to the path, is a precipice, at their effects, granted them their petition ; when the The ladies will see by this letter what I have the bottom of which rolls an impetuous torrent, women, to his great surprise, came out of the place often told them, that Will is one of those old-fashbounded, on the other side, not by a shore, but by a with every one her liusband upon her back. The

ioned men of wit and pleasure of the town, that rock, as bare, not so smooth, as a whetstone, which emperor was so moved at the sight that he burst into shews his parts by raillery on marriage, and one who rises half a mile in perpendicular height. Here we tears, and, after having very much extolled the wo- has often tried his fortune that way without success. all dismounted, not only from reasons to just fear, men for their conjugal affection, gave the men to I cannot, however, dismiss his letter without observing but that I might be in leisure to contemplate in their wives and received the duke into his favour.

that the true story on which it is built does honour pleasure, mixed with horror, this stupendous mark

• The ladies did not a little triumph at this story, to the sex, and that, in order to abuse them, the writer of the Creator's power. Having passed over a no- asking us in our consciences whether we believed that

is obliged to have recourse to dream and fiction. ble bridge of stone, we found ourselves upon a fine the men in any town of Great Britain would, upon sand, then left by the sea, which here indents upon the same offer, and upon the same conjuncture, have the country, and arrived in the evening, passing over loaden themselves with their wives; or rather, whemore rough country, at our destined inn. The ae. ther they would not have been glad of such an opporcommodations there were better than we expected, tunity to get rid of them? To this my good friend A COMPLAINT AGAINST HARD for we had good beds and a friendly hostess, and I Tom Dapperwit, who took upon him to be the mouth

VILLAGE WAYS. slept well, though by the number of beds in the of our sex, replied, that they would be very much to room, I could have fancied myself in an hospital. blame if they would not do the same good office for

To the Editor of the London Journal. The next morning I confirmed at the church, and the women, considering that their strength would be

“ Solitude,” says Lord Bacon, “ is fitted only for a after dinner set out for the metropolis of the country, greater and their burdens lighter. As we were called Dolgelle. There I staid, and did business amusing ourselves with discourses of this nature, in wild beast or a god.” It is then quite plain that is unthe next day, and the scene was much mended. The order to pass away the evening, we fell into that fit for man, or woman. There are few who can apcountry I had hitherto passed through was like one laudable and primitive diversion of questions and preciate the grandeur of that solitude of which the not made by the Father of the Creation, but in the commands, I was no sooner vested with the regal philosopher speaks, it being too far removed from the wrath of power ; but here were inhabitants, a town authority, but I enjoined all the ladies, under pain of and church, a river, and fine meadows. However, on my displeasure, to tell the company ingenuously, in scale of humanity. The solitude of those who live on the Thursday, I had one more iron mountain of case they had been in the siege above mentioned, and the confines of an anti-social village, may be more two miles to pass, and then was entertained with the had the same offer made them as the good women green hills of Montgomeryshire, high indeed, but of that place, what every one of them would have

readily comprehended. In such village it is the hap turfed up to the top, and productive of the finest brought off with her, and have thought most worth

of the writer to live. Let it not be imagined, that sheep; and from this time the country and the pros- the saving. There were several merry answers made the village is remote from the means and appliances pects gradually mended, and indeed the whole to my question, which entertained us till bedtime. of civilization. On the counter of the principal staeconomy of nature, as we approached the sun; and This filled my mind with such a bundle of ideas, tioner, is to be seen The London Journal, with the you cannot conceive what an air of cheerfulness it that upon going to sleep, I fell into the following lesser satellites, all good in their spheres. Thither

dream. gave us, to compare the desolations of North Wales with the fine valleys and hills of Montgomeryshire,

“I saw a town of this island, which shall be name. all the flower of the village repair, some to deposit and the fruitful green fields of fair Warwickshire. less, invested on every side, and the inhabitants so treasures too precious to consign to vulgar messen. For I made myself amends in the following part of straitened, as to cry for quarter. The general refused my journey, directing my course through Shrews- any other terms than those granted to the town of

gers, (this being also the Post-office,) others in quest bury, Woolverhampton, Birmingham, Warwick, and Hensberg, namely, that the married women might

of mottoes and valentines; and all, let us hope, Oxford, some of the finest towns and counties in the come out with what they could bring along with finally, to learn urbanity, from the perusal of those island. But I must stop, and not use you so un

them. Immediately the city gates flew open, and a worthies. No village can be more famous for formmercifully.-I am, dear sir, your obliged and affec- female procession appeared, multitudes of the sex

ing • Resolutions. But the deposing a superantionate humble servant,

following one another in a row, and staggering under
their respective burdens. I took my stand upon an

nuated officer in blue, with gold lace, and the election
eminence in the enemy's camp, wbich was appointed of a successor, duly announced with other magisterial
for the general rendezvous of these female carriers, matters, are after all insufficient to excite a perpetual

being very desirous to look into their several ladings. The Golden Rule of Love._I am of opinion that The first of them had a huge sack upon her shoulders

interest. There is one resolution wherein they are in matter of sentiment there is but one rule, that of which she set down with great care. Upon the open.

not unanimous, and which it is suspected, is the cause rendering the object of our affections happy: all ing of it, when I expected to have seen her husband of its being in appearance a deserted village. The others are invented by vanity..De Stael.

shot out of it, I found it was filled with china-ware. foot-paths are compounded of the sharpest flints, and

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address !” and if there is any thing that the ladies gles than ever geometry dreamed of, none of them

dear creatures-do not possess, in communion with right angles. It can never be right to place stum


us, it is that we have the privilege of paying our bling-blocks in the way of those, who, but for such

address, but to their credit be it spoken, it may Sweete floweres ! ye were too fair :

oftentimes be ranked amongst the rejected. impediments, might perchance have been social.

With drooping lids

But confining myself to the original idea with Were the danger of corns coming in contact with

Among your heavie morning teares

which I began, that of residence, I shall in the first harder excrescences removed, visits might be made

place notice when a person first comes to London. and returned in more due season, and thus some of

He proceeds to find out a good lodging in some Faire buds! I left ye there:

respectable street, in order that he may give “a the fardels of solitude be mitigated.

For sorrow bids

good address," which really must be considered as a Poets may say what they please, but there is a Briefe greeting to gay youthe; it feares

very proper feeling. Others bearing the idea of

Johnson in mind to get the greatest saving) live in a monotony in a country life, which induces a torpor in

garret, and give their address at a coffee-house hard the mind long used to its influence. Now, dear

by. Following this idea a little further, the various “ to the muses have been bound this But, deare roses,-in your noone

club-houses, in Waterloo-place and St James's street, many a year, by strong indenture,” and if you

That graceful merrie prime,

may be considered respectable cards of address, and were upon honour, you could not affirm, that the

I stole away the lovelie boone:

the subscribers to them merely go there to lounge,

read the papers, and dine, at the same time domiciling country is omnipotent in the construction of poetry,

And was it not a crime

in some respectable tradesman's first or second floor, or in the relish for its beauties. Poetry is “all made

To rob the wooing aire of your sweete breath?

according to their circumstances. Surgeons, lawyers, out of the (poet's) brain,” and is independent of Ah! daintie floweres,

and other professional men, are

fond of a good

address. situation. You know from whence Milton, Thom

I have known persons of this class, who The wanton houres

would rather sacrifice their comfort than forego the son, Goldsmith, cum multis aliis, drew oft their inspi. Of mid-day's golden shine,

proud distinction of having a good address, such as rations. How many courts and alleys dark have

Will see ye pine

Harley street, Wimpole street, or Portland place, been illuminated by the rays of their genius. Had To-morrowe, and so fade away to death!

although incidentally you may find washerwomen

living at the west-end, and mechanics in May Mr Tibbs (beau Tibbs) been poetical, he might, in

I've marr'd your blisses,

Fair. the altitude of his Prospect, of which he was so

Those sweete kisses,

In the second place there is scarcely anything we chary, have invoked his muse as successfully, as in

should exercise our discretion in more strictly than

That the young breeze so loved yerterdaye! any of those domains, whose owners were among his

in giving our address. This I would strongly impress

I've seen ye sighing, familiars. Lady M. W. Montagu, (who is not cited

on all, from“ buxom youth to mellow age." It has

sometimes good results mit very often has evil. I as a poetical authority,) says of the country,

Now ye're dying ;-
6 Peo-
How could I take your prettie lives away?

have known a conceived insult at the theatre, which ple mistake much in placing peace in woods and

would have been resented on the spot, and might shades, for I believe solitude puts people out of

have led to shame and confusion of face, very quietly Sweete floweres, ye were too faire :

settled by " Your address, sir." “ My card, sir.” humour, and makes them disposed to quarrel,” &c. Your beautie was youre bane

The parties went home with it in their pockets, You may say, how can those quarrel who have none (To whom is it a gane?)

slept, and never saw, heard, or thought of each other to quarrel with! Remember, dear Mentor, that the I would I had not founde ye!

again; thus most courteously preventing a duel in solitude of our village is not quite so savage. We

Chalk Farm or Battersea Fields. I once had an Faire buds ! Dying,—ye are

address card put into my hand in some spree of this make up a small family party ourselves, where dis

So verie sweete

kind, when, on looking on the card afterwards, I sentions might be held in perpetuity, if that were That of Death's paine ye do him cheate ;

found it to be that of a gentleman belonging to the our taste; but being all remarkable for good temper Ah! I could die with ye arounde me.

Treasury, and a friend of my own, which had been and forbearance, we desire to assemble around us

given either by mistake or design. Had I perceived

ISABELLA JANE Towers. so on the instant, who can tell what might have been the anti-social, that they may witness the pleasure

Pinkney's Green.

the consequence ? Perhaps it was picked up at some arising from such happy temperaments. In this

house where he had occasion to call, as I lately could laudable pursuit, we crave the benefit of your co

have filled both pockets at a dress-maker's in Albeoperation, being all, and severally, your constant

marle street, who had with great seeming industry "YOUR ADDRESS.'

stuck about a thousand all round a glass, as if to make readers and admirers from “auld lang syne."

one believe she was visited by “ all the world and his G- - PauLINE; THE GENERAL;' &c. &c.

(For the London Journal.)

wife.” Very often, however, the effects of giving an

address are evil. At a trial at Westininster, within August 11th, 1834.

[The following lively and various article has been these six months, in which I was personally interested

sent us by some civic observer, who furnishes estima- the case was this :--Two gentlemen coming from We grant to our fair correspondent that the ble evidence of the advance of knowledge and re

Richmond were jostled by three fellows; one, a is not omnipotent,&c. and that “poetry is country

journeyman watchmaker, living in the purlieus of made out of the poet's brain;" but then the country flection among the middle classes, both in his ow

Clerkenwell, and who then and there demanded their helps to put it there. The poet, “in the lake of the person and in those of his friends.]

address, which was immediately given without any

consideration. When it was found to be respectable, heart," (as Dante calls it) reflects every thing; but “ Give me your address ! ” is a very common ex

they trumped up a story about losing watches, and, assuredly the trees and mountains are among the pression amongst all people moving in what may be

after a trial of three hours, were scouted out of court, things which he reflects most willingly. We sym

called respectable society ; but as we descend a little
lower in the scale, we then hear asked, what just

but left the gentlemen most vexatiously to pay their

own costs.
pathize heartily with our fair friends and brown) in

answers the same purpose,
« Where do

This, as was justly remarked by one of

the counsel, was all occasioned by giving an address their wish to see people's “ ways” mended, with Now, although the one equally answers to the other

to parties of their stamp and character. regard to the facilities of companionship; but might in the end, there is yet a very marked and great dis

tinction betwixt the two.

In the former, the person Losing an address and having none, are other not shoes a little stouter be ventured in, by the stout

applied to gives his address merely as where he can great evils. I have known.many beautiful effusions hearts that so often reside in fair bodies ? As to the

be heard of or spoken to, perhaps accompanied by a of the heart lost to the world from this very cause; General, we presume his movements wait upon those parenthesis, “from 12 to 4 o'clock.”

The latter, and I now have a letter before me written in the of his friends; otherwise he, of course, is not a man to

again, is in general given as the bona fide residence, most affectionate and explanatory terms, to a young

name of the street and number, verbatim. I.lately lady by a gentleman, who, doubtless, in the ardour be daunted by these obstacles to his foot. The great

mused on this subject in going to make a call on a of his love had not sufficiently attended to the secret of enjoyment is to pass half one's time in occu

person living in rather an intricate part of this great address, which consequently fell into my hands, and pation (not merely the name of it), and so build the metropolis, and having passed street after street, and was therefore lost to her, purely through a wrong

square after square, in which I thought it just as address. It may be the parties are now wide as the pleasure of the other half upon that basis. But

likely he might live as anywhere else, after many poles asunder; and how often does it happen when ladies and gentlemen (as the world goes) are apt to

turnings and windings, I found him correctly enough we walk forth in the populous streets of this city, or begin their day a little too comfortably, and to enjoy

at the place and number giren. It was like the so- when we are perhaps quietly seated inside a stagetoo much of each other's society at once ; the conse- lution of a problem in Euclid, or a question in Dill- coach, going along like the “ Jolly young waterworth—equals to equals--side to side-second to the

man,” thinking of nothing at all, we are agreeably quence of which is, that they get tired of it before it

right, first to the left (for so I was told by a baker), joined by blooming cheeks and sparkling eyes, the is over. Now, a beautiful day, one would think,

on the right 37 will be found, which accordingly was owner of which, as if by enchantment, almost makes might be built up of solitary study or other occupa- the point I required. On going along, I could not one's heart her own.

We feel this-we would intion for half the time,mand books, music, laughing, help revolving in my mind this daily and familiar stantly declare this—if prudence did not whisper in

expression which I think is seldom sufficiently a tone of doubt“ You do not know her address." chatting, &c. the rest, not omitting walks, of course,

noticed; for, although it is not the “silver link and I should be inclined to suggest the propriety of each nor a reasonable number of visits ; for the latter silken tie" of the poet, I consider it as the mighty person, male as well as female, carrying “ their would be hardly wanted in any great proportion. chain that links the great mass of society, and that address” in some way or other where it might be binds us all, as it were, in one body.

seen and read; it might save a great deal of unneIf happiness be not thus realized by amiable people,

Now as I merely purpose giving a few ideas which

cessary disappointment, and a great deal of unnesuch as our “constant readers,” it is for want of somekeep floating in my mind on this subject, I shall not

cessary importunity and imprudence, which the fair thing in the ordinances of society at large, and not enter into the various definitions of the word itself,

sex, I dare say, often endure. I lately had the merely in that of their neighbourhood.

which might be used with propriety in a thousand curiosity to inquire the object of an old woman, different ways. For instance, we say “He addressed whom I observed wandering as Adagio, and, grave as us in so rude a

were obliged to Jomelli's ghost, simply looking at every door and leave; ” “ The King read the address from the number in a street, in Westminster. She said she throne in a firm and audible voice-My Lords and

had come up from the country to see her son, but Conveyance of Reproof. Avoid accompanying your Gentlemen, &c. ; ” “ He spoke the address on the having lost his address would be forced to return censure with any expression of scorn, with any stage beautifully; ' “ He is really good looking again. It is curious to consider an address in this and handsome, but he has

way. phraseology which shall convey a wish of your's to

We hear perhaps of a friend or a lady being degrade or lower the object of your reproof in the address.” Again we hear it said “She is not consi- in town, and wonder much we do not see them, social scale. Bentham.

dered pretty, but what a pleasing and elegant or have a call. We write to their friends-a thir

you live ?"




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