not defray his travelling charges to tempt the curiosity of that mighty London. Besides, I bear this very persecutor. Moreover, it is geneharber an old grudge on the wig rally believed that charity, and lov. score-he may go to the devil for me, ing kindness, and compassion, are on and seek stuff there to promote the the decline ; and, that a new-fangled growth of hair and whiskers. The system of education will very soon truth is this. My poor old bear has render mankind too sagacious and been many years in the family. We circumspect for the best of us—but had him as a legacy from Jem what the deuce do I boggle at ? HisWoodieson, when betrayed by the un- tory assures us, and daily experience natural appearance of his disguise corroborates the fact, that the same wig, and exalted at Maidstone- portions of sapience and stupidity, curse the fingers that made it. Jem dulness and discernment, have been was a lad, whose skilful address in annually meted out to human nathe withdrawing of pigs and poultry ture, from the creation, down to the will be long remembered, and re- date hereof; and that mankind will quires no eulogy of mine. In grati- continue to breed in the usual waytude to our benefactor, we treated nine tenths geese, and the rest poulhis favourite with much kindness and terers, in spite of Joseph Lancaster's respect, both on Jem's account, and teeth; so we'll dismiss all apprehenhis own; for, truly, he was a noble sion of the evil day, for the present, animal. But trudging about from and proceed to business. fair to fair, with the two monkeys, “A recollection is just now flickand dancing to every group of Johnny ering in my mind, like the lights and Raws that came in his way, gradually shades of a three-year-old dream. impaired a constitution, naturally One evening, somewhere about four delicate, until he became a down- or five years ago, when chattering right cripple; so I took compassion over a couple of rummers, with old on the poor soul, and, with the as- Ben, at the Bear and Fiddle, he besistance of my nephew, Bill Felcher, came, all of a sudden, exceedingly had him clean and comfortably shaven. communicative ; and as there could We now exhibit him in a large water be little harm in asking a civil questub at one end of the caravan; and tion or two, “Now, Benjamin Skipreally the grateful brute looks un- stocks,' quoth I, very gravely, 'solve commonly fierce, and roars well-I me a problem. How comes it to pass freely use the expression, as nine- that the parish beadle pursues the tetenths of our visitants know not the nor of his way, and the street-keeper difference between a roar and a passeth by, without reconnoitring thy growl. By this speculation, we net- position, or even saying-evil thou ted 471. 55. 6d. last week at Lynn doest?' • Aye, that I will, my boy, mart-all clear clink.

and frankly too;' replied the face“ I know not what to think of this tious old buffer, so lend an ear, Holborn affair. Property of that and listen unto me-at the condescription is becoming every day mencement of the season, a crown more and more precarious. What wet and a crown dry cures their bark; with vagrant acts, and societies for but 0, Ned, Ned, that Suppression the suppression of mendicity, and Secretary is a sad dog. Now, Sam, lions in the path of every denomina- before you broach the subject, sound tion, both civil and religious, I ve- this secretary, and if his per centage rily do believe that the whole breed is any way moderate, offer the old of street solicitors will, sooner or fellow, in my name, to the tune of later, become extinct. No calling, 75l., say guineas, as an equivalent within the range of my knowledge, for his right of sweeperage.

The is so very liable to be overhauled, as truth is, I have it in contemplation that of the cross-sweeper. He be- to do something for my uncle Robin. comes a local character in a few days Poor man, he has been in an ailing --- the very nature of his profession way ever since his neck had that requires him to vibrate from side to confounded twist in Lincoln pillory ; side, like a pendulum, and then comes and the sweeperage of Holborn Duncan Campbell, in all his terrors, Bridge would just suit him to the demanding

a scrutiny. No move- nines. Should you close with the ment that I know of is more likely to old man, and I really think there is


little doubt of it, as I believe the in- cessity will compel them to ride at cumbent is seriously disposed to sell leisure. off and retire to Cheltenham; get “ The result of your inquiries, and the deeds of conveyance drawn up all other particulars, relative to the by Thursday week; and I can safely Holborn business, í shall look for make a bolt for a few days, to do the every post. Dear Sam, I have much peedful.

to say,—but a pressure of business “ Your son Bob has commenced requiring immediate attention, comoperations against the enemy. By pels me to haul my wind, and subthe coach, you will receive three scribe myself, prime Ringstead turkeys, all with- “Thine truly and faithfully, drawn in one night, by his own

« EDWARD GALLOWGATE. hands-what a haul for such a gosling! Truly, Sam, he is a sweet little

" To Mr. Saml. Cuddiecowper, fellow, and promises fair to shine a

Kent-street, Boro', London. mongst us, a star of the first magni- « P.S.-All our endeavours to save tude. You exercised a sound discre- Scotch Andrew were unavailing.– tion in taking him away from school. Thirteen indictments preferred aAnother year, in all probability, gainst him ;-nine substantiated by would have ruined the lad. Educa- point blank evidence ; and his clergy tion, my dear Sir, notwithstanding allowed at the last Derby Assizes, all the assertions of old ejudice

were a phalanx too firm to be shaken. to the contrary, is absolutely neces- What, in the name of Folly, could sary in our profession; only care have tempted the man to commence must be taken to remove the student pick-pocket; a profession so very far before his ideas of what the enemy beyond the range of his abilities.calls morality, begin to consolidate. The bag-pipe was Andrew's forte, This was a favourite maxim of my and tune-making his delight. I neworthy father's—all his children were

ver knew a young bear refuse to removed from boarding school, before obey the voice of his chaunter. Poor they had completed their fourteenth Andrew !_Five of us visited him year. He then fell to work, mo

the night before his exaltation; and delled their minds to his liking, and such å five never before acknowcarefully turned the portion of learn- ledged the mastery of bolt and lock. ing they had acquired into the pro- Old adventures, new schemes of per channels. Hence arises the wide


and means, and ludicrous anecdifference, in point of adroitness, be- dotes,-soon screwed our conviviality tween our family, and many others to the highest pitch. Andrew was I could name, whose children's edu- the first to recollect himself. All of cation was stinted to the rude con

a sudden, and in the very midst of struction of a St. Andrew's cross.

our hilarity, he wrung his hands, “ A fresh supply of tambourines is and exclaimed, in a tone of sorrow absolutely necessary, our drunken that will ever haunt my remembrance, farmers having demolished my whole

• O sirs, this wearifu' banging rings stock. One guinea a kick, hit or

in my head like a new tune! Poor miss, is quite the go; all yellow lads man, he fell a martyr to his own indown on the nail. They certainly discretion. Adicu. E. G.” are prime fellows. What can be more delightful than walking on the Then follows an entire letter from dilapidated ramparts, of an evening, a young man on the eve of burying or sitting on the old Watch Tower, his first wife.* This epistle abounds and listening to the overflowings of with much original information ; intheir joy as they gallop home from a asmuch as it proves, beyond the posrising market; hallooing with all sibility of doubt, that a certain class their might, and lashing the Johnny of men, hitherto deemed untameable Raws who presume to dispute their as the wild ass's colt, have at length right of cantering on the highway been reduced by the manufacturing foot-paths. I humbly hope that the system, and fairly brought under the day is far distant, indeed, when ne- yoke.

* A cant phrase used by apprentices when about to be released from their indentures.Garland Crescent, 22d Dec. to fill their skins, and clothe their 1820.

emaciated bodies. Were it not for « Dear and honoured Father,-As the exhilarating beverage liberally my apprenticeship is now drawing to supplied by our benevolent manager, a close, I beseech you to jog Uncle ! verily do believe, that all their Barnaby's memory, and remind him fancies would have perished long of his promise. Something must be ago. Since I last wrote you, master done to put me in business ; for I do has taken on another journeyman, declare that the thoughts of journey through sheer compassion,-a fine work freeze my very blood. Master young lad of promising talent. He employs no less than fifteen hands,- has the heels of all his shopmates, nine of them ballad-makers-the rest in sentimental tenderness; and the attached to the dying-speech and pathos of his elegy is much admiredelegy departments. Poor fellows, it hut he positively refuses to taste the grieves me to see them. Figure to toddy,--and dissuades me from putyourself fifteen men of sublime ge- ting my lips to the ladle with which nius, pacing to and fro on the factory it is distributed. To him I stand infloor; holding up the semblance of debted for much valuable informanether garments with one hand, a tion. The following ballad, founded sketch-book in the other,-and all of on the story of poor Helen Græme, them ‘rapt in meditation high,' or that grandmother used to tell with haply standing by the inspiration so much feeling, was sketched by tub, partaking of whiskey toddy, brew- him. He gave me the skeleton, and ed by our indulgent foreman. But I clothed it with flesh and skin. their best endeavours, owing to the Master says it's poor stuff,– but I badness of the times, are insufficient think otherwise: judge for yourself.


A spirit glides to my bed-side,

Wringing it's hands of virgin snow;
Loosely it's robes of floating light,

Loosely it's golden ringlets flow;
All in a shadowy mantle clad,
It climbs my blissless bridal bed.
“ Thou airy phantom of the night,

Unveil thy face, and gaze on me,
Until my shivering heart is cold,

And I'll arise, and follow thee.
Oh! Helen Græme, celestial maid,
I commune with thine angel shade.
« Ill omen'd was this morn to me,

The woeful morn of my wedding ;
Matilda heard a death-bell toll-

When on her finger glow'd the ring.
My cold hand clasp'd the blushing dame's,-
But O! my heart was Helen Græme’s.”
“ Arise, Lord Auchinlea, arise,

And wrap thee in this shroud of mine ;
Turn from thy softly slumbering bride,

And press my shivering cheek to thine.
On forest glade, and naked wold,
The wind is keen-the dew is cold.
“ I know thee well, deserving youth ;

Fair honour clothes thy gentle brow;
The rage of feud withheld thy hand,

But hand and heart are Helen's now.
Another lock'd embrace, and we
Will hie us to eternity.

“ An angry father's scowling brow,

A lady mother's wrathful eye,
Will never more our loves divide

Will never more our peace annoy.
In one wide bed, beneath the yew,
There will we sleep-and sweetly too."
His young bride woke in sore affright-

Pale as the cold, the lifeless clay;
She saw her lord in Helen's arms,-

His quivering corse beside her lay.
Wrapt in a mantling blaze of light,
They vanish'd from that lady's sight.
Green grows the birk on Laggan burn,

And fair the opening blossom blows;
But greener is the sacred grass,

And ruddier too, the wild-briar rose,
Where dew-bath'd flowrets gently rest

Their bloomy heads on Helen's breast. « On comparing this sample with and slow of speech, perhaps it would the piece I sent home last Christmas, be deemed presumptuous, were I I hope my dear father will find an even to dream of a Society for the alteration in my versification for the Preservation of Literary Scraps; but better. My application to study has a word to the wise is sufficient. The indeed been most arduous; and, hap- hint may possibly fall into abler py am I to say, attended with a suc- hands,—and though I should neither cess seldom experienced by lads of enjoy the honourable and lucrative my years—at least I think so. Many situation of Secretary to the Associthanks to aunt for the fine collection ation, nor even be deemed eligible to of old psalm tunes she sent me. They fill the no less useful one of Beadle, suit my style of composition admi- yet will I not complain. The internal rably well,—and in due time will satisfaction of having been the humble make their appearance, accompanied means of providing a Refuge for the with the very best lyrics that I can Destitute, will amply recompense my produce. My dear father, let me a- loving kindness. gain entreat you to keep uncle in your Many and various are the sources eye. I well know that he has bowels, whence the dealer and chapman though somewhat difficult of access; draws a supply of waste paper, at and a kind warm heart,—though, like per lb. The early and unathe best of coal fires, it requires po- vailing struggles of indigent genius kering now and then. With kind to behold the light, baffled, and trodlove to all my kindred, acquaintance, den under foot, perhaps, by the unand inquiring friends, I ever re- derling Mentor of some fat publisher, main, my dear and honoured father, whom success in business has ren“Your dutiful and affectionate son, dered too indolent, or nature too

“ BARNABY DANDELION. stupid, to judge for himself—The These gleanings of Fugitive Lite-wailings and gratulation of despondrature fully justify an opinion I have ing and successful love, in prose and long entertained ; viz. that much cu

- The high-seasoned resolves rious information, amusement, and of public meetings, Catholic, and even knowledge, is annually con

anti-Catholic, radical, and anti-rasumed by cheesemongers, barbers, dica, together with all, and sundry tobacconists, &c.—and strange as it the miscellaneous offspring of the may seem, neither literary philan- mind - But where am I wandering? thropists, nor book-making publish- To the formation of an establishment, ers, so far as I know, with the ex

whose component parts I have neiception of Sir Gideon Moubray, have ther sagacity to select, nor influence

I shall, therefore, hitherto taken compassion on the for- to consolidate. lorn fugitives,- or even availed them- close the subject, and leave my obselves of a fund, untouched by spes servations to shift for themselves. culative fingers. Being a little man,



had no


BY JOHN HAMILTON. There are two sorts of poetry frequent, that the richness is obscured which have grown up and flourished by the profusion. in this our excellent age. The one With such men as these (Byron, is good, solid (even when airy), un- Wordsworth, Shelley-we say noassuming,—wholesome diet for the thing of the subjects on which they mind. The other is frothy, noisy, write) high phrase is well; but we and vain-glorious, dealing in big hate to hear a Pistol of a man let off words and puffed phrases, in fustian his matchlock close to our ear with and folly; and of this let every man nothing but blank cartridge in it, take heed; for though it maketh like an empty barrel, the more noisy somewhat of a show, and allureth from its very vacancy: this is vile, the eye like an omelet soufflée, yet and not to be endured: it affronts us is it indigestible, unsubstantial, and while it perplexes our taste.--It was unwholesome.

well said by a friend of ours (an It has been thus with every age. eminent critic) that Mr.The spirit of poetry has always had thing but a 'verbal imagination,'its attendant shadow, larger than it- that all his feats were in words; self, but empty, monstrous, mis though this might have been well shapen

enough, but unluckily there were no Monstr' horrend' inform' ingens cui lumen

ideas amongst them. Words were ademptum.

not the mere drapery of this person's

imagination (if he had any), but they Lear was preceded by Tambur- were the substance, the body and laine (the shade is thrown forward soul, of his works: if they had not when the sun is behind) ;-Pope had words, they had nothing ;-they his imitators and enemies; and Lord were the chaff and husks of literaByron is not without his satellites, ture, in short, to be blown away by who catch a transient notoriety from a breath of criticism,-a mere dichis brightness, though they reflect tionary matter, and no more. Now neither lustre nor credit upon him.- such a as this would have Wordsworth has but few followers; done well to let the muses alone: although he has contributed more they never could have returned his than any man of his time to free affection; nor would they, indeed, poetry from its shackles, and has have understood him, for the lanmixed an unpretending beauty of guage of Cambyses is not spoken on diction with a more profound insight the slopes of Parnassus:--but the auinto the philosophy of nature than thor before us is entirely of a different any other cotemporary poet. Mr. stamp. He is as free from bombast Shelley has excluded himself from and pretension as the infirm nature imitators, by his exposition a very of poets will allow. There is, bequestionable system of morals (pro- sides, a great deal of fancy and deep bably “ unquestionable" were bet- pathos in his volume,-a good deal ter), but his ear is, perhaps, finer of original (verging occasionally on than that of any poet since the time fantastic) expression; and much of of Milton, and his command of lan- that old fashioned love of what is guage is unrivalled. In Wordsworth good and beautiful in nature, with there is a studied avoidance of sound- all that is gentle in expression, and ing phraseology ; so much so, in fact, correct in thought,—too seldom to that he at times betrays an absolute be met with in the poetry of the prebaldness of diction; yet he too can sent period. Let not our readers, rise, when occasion suits, and clothe young or fair, be alarmed: there is the neck of his Pegasus with thun- nothing didactic or repulsive in the der. Mr. Shelley's elevation of style book : it is simply a collection of is more sustained; but his mastery of tales, lyrical poems, and songs, pleawords is so complete, and his magni- santly varied, and delicately touched ; ficent and happy combinations so among which are many passages of

Warren, London, 1821.


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