How proud to come was I! With its best words-' HERE LIE.'" And again, a daughter has dropped into an early grave : "Sleep, my Mary! Sleep, my Mary! Dream not thou art left alone; Well was once my footstep known! Could she hear her father weep!" "The walls yet sparkle to my lamp May Heaven protect us from the damp! 'Tis a most pleasant thought!-But stay! he was burnt "in effigy" out of the little Robert Peel. was The rest of his tale is soon told. He removed on this to London, where scanty means, a precarious appointment, a sickly. family, and several unhealthy abodes in succession soon brought him sore trials. His friends, however, rallied to his support, and his clerkship was made permanent, and in a few years his salary increased. Placed for the first time beyond the shifts and straits of want, his health soon began to fail. He contracted a heart-complaint, which was supposed almost to the last to be but a temporary ailment, and was cut short while yet apparently in the prime of his powers. He cherThe troubled political waters of the pe- ished to the last his love of friends and of riod immediately before and after the pass- the muse, and was solaced in his final sicking of the Reform Bill colored Story's ex-ness by the kindness of the Duke of Northistence deeply, and brought out his heart umberland. But the candle of life burnt sudwarmly on the Conservative side. His par- denly out, and a widow and several children tisan warmth was such as to kindle for him are left to hang with trembling hopes on the the fires of representative martyrdom, and profits of this and his other works. And drives the team I drive at present, From Punch. THE NAGGLETONS OUT. A SEA-SIDE DRAMA. The Scene represents the Breakfast-Table at Mr. and Mrs. Naggleton's lodgings at a Watering-Place. The distinguished couple at breakfast. Mr. Naggleton (who is justifiably cross, because he went out late to buy a 99 "Times and all the copies had been sold to unknown persons, whom he therefore hates). What bad tea! Mrs. N. There's coffee. Mrs. N. It was not my fault that water didn't boil, I suppose. Mr. N. No. But I suppose it was your fault for using water that didn't boil. Mrs. N. Do you want to have a fire in the parlor with the thermometer at 70° ? or do you wish your wife to go down into the kitchen of a lodging-house, and heat the kettle ? Mr. N. I only wish to have decent tea or Mrs. N. You have managed to drink both such as they are; so if I were you I would say no more about it. Mr. N. I am much obliged for your advice, and should be more obliged if you would condescend to attend to what I believe is a woman's department. Mrs. N. If you had gone to an hotel, you could have had all the luxuries, the want of which makes you so amiable. Mr. N. I didn't choose to go to an hotel. Mrs. N. Then you must take things as you find them. Mr. N. I have had good breakfasts at the sea-side in other days. Mrs. N. I am happy to hear it. That makes it all the fairer that you should sometimes put up with bad ones. Not that the breakfast has been bad to-day, only your temper. Mr. N. I say it has been bad. The shrimps were anything but fresh. Mrs. N. Do you wish me to get up early in the morning, and go out shrimping ? Mr. N. I certainly wish you would get up early in the morning as it is ridiculous to be breakfasting at ten o'clock at the sea-side. Mrs. N. I don't see why people should come to the sea to make themselves uncomfortable. Mr. N. Nor I; nor why they should make other people so. Mrs. N. Well, as you are in a sweet humor, I shall take my novel and go down to the beach and read, and perhaps you'll be in a happier frame of mind by lunch-time. If Mr. N. When a novel-fit is on you, it is useless for me to expect any attention. you imitated some of the perfection you are so fond of reading about, it might not be amiss. Mrs. N. Very neat, dear, and very new, and very much calculated to make an impression. Mr. N. (who is, somehow, getting the worst of it, and is aware of the fact). Of course. Any scribbler's sentiments have more weight with you than your husband's. Mrs. N. Well, dear, I am not unreasonable. I do not ask you for sentiments. Sentiment at your time of life would be about as suitable to you as leap-frog. Mr. N. (in despair, castles). Pray don't let that anchovy paste come up any moreit is not fit to be upon the table. Mrs. N. You bought it yourself. Mr. N. Because I could get nothing else provided for me. I shall throw it out of the window if I see it again. Mrs. N. Pray do, or commit any other act of boyish impatience. I suppose you conduct yourself in that ridiculous way in the hope of seeming younger than you are. Mr. N. (thinks he sees an opening). No, my dear. I have given sufficient proof, in the later part of my life, of not being as wise as I ought to be, considering. Mrs. N. (carelessly). Have you, love? Never mind. It's too late for regrets now. But (arrested in the midst of her victory, and angrily) it's too early to begin smoking that abominable pipe. Mr. N. (availing himself of the enemy's indiscretion). I observe, my dear, that the names of things vary with the temper of the speakers. This is a pipe, when you are in a rage, but it is a meerschaum, when you are going to fill and light it, preparatory to some little domestic manœuvre. Mrs. N. A man who deserved to be called a husband would not make domestic manœuvres necessary, and a husband who deserved to be called a man would not reproach a wife with any little display of kindness. However, such a thing will not occur again. 1 Mr. N. In that case I shall lose on my fusees, and gain on my banker's book. Ha! ha! Mrs. N. You are easily pleased. Mr. N. Then you must reproach yourself with not oftener trying what is so easy. Come, I was only joking. Mrs. N. I am glad you mention it. I did not see the joke. Such things are not much in your way. Mr. N. (furious). A course of novels makes us critical as well as polite. Mrs. N. Oh, there! I didn't say it. I'm sorry I spoke. I know that you are the wit of the "Flips" Club, only don't bring your wit to me, bucause I am unfortunately too stupid to be a good judge of that article. Mr. N. Or of any other-potted beef included. This is the worst I ever ate. Mrs. N. Here is the paper dear (takes it in at the window). Perhaps somebody else's ideas may be more amusing than your own. Just let me see who is married. Mr. N. Inhuman satisfaction! Mrs. N. (scorning to notice such used-up rubbish, and reading). Ah! Helen Sanderson's wedding at last! Alfred has got his step, then. What a happy wife she will be. Mr. N. Yes, and will deserve her happiness. I do not know any one with such a sweet temper. She is always cheerful; always tries to make the pleasantest answer that can be made, and looks happiest when she has done any one a kind turn. Mrs. N. And she marries a man who can appreciate those qualities, and who is worth pleasing. And how handsome Alfred Crowhurst is. He looks like a gentleman. Mr. N. Yes, it is a very good imitation. Mrs. N. There, now, that is just like you. So spiteful. As if anybody complained of you for being only five feet four, and being obliged to wear a wig. Do allow good looks to other persons. Mr. N. (icily). If you have done with the I shall be obliged by it. paper, Mrs. N. There it is. I see old Mr. Bloker is gone at last. She will be well off, wont she? Mr. N. What, John Bloker! Dear me, I am shocked. Mrs. N. Well, I don't know what about. It must be a happy release for himself and his friends. Mrs. Bloker will marry again, I dare say. Mr. N. Why, she's as old as you are. Marry again, indeed! However, as there's no saying what folly a woman may commit, I make no doubt that John Bloker has taken care to fortify her weak resolution by some anti-matrimonial suggestions in his will. Goose as she may be, she is hardly goose enough to suppose that anybody would think of her except in connection with his savings. What do you think? (The above charming speech delivered slowly, and as matter long since pondered.) Mrs. N. (with a curious effort). Perhaps you are right, Henry. Indeed, I have no doubt that you are. I spoke hastily when I said-my dear Henry! Your meerschaum is nearly out. I'll get you a match. But wont you come and smoke on the beach ?I don't mean about the smell in the curtains, dear, because I rather like that,-it seems so domestic-but it is so much pleasanter to have you with me, and you can read your Times just as well in the shade of the bathing machines. Come, I wont be a minute putting on my hat, and as we go down, we'll call at Pickleton and Larder's for a moment, as I told them to get something which I think you'll like for breakfast-you don't half take care of yourself, and I believe I am wrong in leaving you to yourself so much, only you always afraid to interfere. There-now you are so decided and imperious, dear, that I am have a capital fire, and I wont be a minute. [Exit. Mr. N. (smiling to himself). I believe that she cares about me a great deal, and that the thought of Mrs. Bloker's bereavement touched her feelings. She's not a bad sort of woman, though nothing like Mrs. Naggle Mr. N. (solemnly). I have told you repeatedly, Mrs. Naggleton, that I am five feet six-not, of course-ha, ha-that it signifies; but it argues a determination to be disrespectful when a person continues to re-ton No. 1. peat what is not truth. Mrs. N. Well, you shall be six feet if you like, dear. As you say, what does it signify? And your wig's your own hair; and is there any other truth that you would like me to admit, while I am about it? [Exit to wait at street-door. Scene in another apartment. MRS. NAGGLETON before the looking-glass. Mrs. N. If he has! And he is quite capable of it. As old as I am, indeed! Well, it's no use talking, but Scene closes. THE FROG IN THE BLOCK OF COAL.-OLD KING COAL. From Punch. IT is not generally known that the Frog, mourning, continued up to the day of its David ap Rees informs us that the Frog The Frog was visited during its short sojourn in the International Exhibition by several distinguished men of science, among others, by Sir Roderick Murchison, who, after a careful inspection of the block of coal, and its late tenant, went away as much a disbeliever as he came, for he was heard 327 to exclaim, with great emphasis, "Blue lias," About a week before its death, Mr. Buck- OLD KING COAL. "On, who is this toad in a hole, With face so expressively dark, And his arms hoppant à la Grenouille!"* And Brown, Jones, and Scroggins Buffo. That has yachted with Noah in the ark: With morning primeval awoke,- Preluded Lab'rinthodon's croak! Come Mammoth and Mastodon back, Here's a stratum will give you a hint ; Sand, lias, stalactite, and flint. Walk your chalks! you've no chance with For there's nothing in bone or in shell So ancient the savants can show; As the Case of poor Johnny Crapaud! The writer represents the estrangement between the North and Great Britain as occasioned exclusively by Northern faults and shortcomings. The people of this country were, he tells us, originally favorable to the North, and desired its success, but they have been alienated by the unreasonable violence and scurrility of the Northern press. I confess I think this account of the matter at once unfair and superficial; unfair, because it leaves wholly out of sight the provocation given on our side; and superficial, because it does not touch the more fundamental causes of the prevailing feeling. I will say a few words on both these points. bleness and desirableness of a separation; and this being so, it was not unnatural that the Northern people should see in the declaration of neutrality (however reasonable that measure was in itself)-a foregone conclusion unfavorable to them-a determination on the part of the Government to sustain the views expressed by the press. To the Editor of the Anti-Slavery Advocate :MY DEAR SIR: I have read the article in the Leicestershire Mercury, and freely acknowledge the fair and truthful spirit in The writer in the Mercury complains that which it is written; nevertheless, it appears" without waiting to ascertain the grounds to me to be open, both in its reasoning and of international law on which the English conclusions, to grave exception. Government acted, the Northern people raised a cry of bitter anger. This was, doubtless, very unreasonable, but I think some allowance might be made for a nation in the throes of a great civil contest, by those who here in the midst of prosperity and peace criticise its conduct. Extreme sensitiveness to foreign opinion was, under such circumstances, not unnatural, more especially when it was known that this opinion was a main element in the calculation of the rebelswhen the belief of the South that King Cotton would speedily bring English and French assistance had been loudly proclaimed. England, moreover, had been known as par excellence the law-loving and slavery-hating It is, perhaps, true that at a very early stage nation; and if it was natural for the South of the business the majority of people in this to count upon the support of England on the country, so far as they had formed any opin- score of cotton, it was not less naturalion on the subject (which was to a very slight though perhaps somewhat more honorable extent) were favorable to the North; but, to both parties-that the North should reckon on the other hand, there was always a consid- on the good-will of England when engaged erable minority which hailed with eagerness in the task of putting down a rebellion of the prospect of a dissolution of the Union; slaveholders. and there was this difference between these two parties, that, while with the former the feeling was languid and found no distinct expression, with the latter it was energetic, and was pronounced with unmistakable emphasis. It should be remembered, also, that the Anti-British feeling of which the Mercury speaks was almost confined, at least in its most violent and scurrilous form, to a few Northern papers which were well known to be pro-slavery and Southern in their poliThe writers of the Times and the Saturday tics; a fact, which the leaders of the British Review, so early as April, 1861, were any-press, instead of recognizing and putting thing but friendly towards the North, or fa- clearly before their readers (as the interests vorable to a restoration of the Union. I was of truth required), deliberately and systematnot then in the habit of seeing the Tory ically kept out of sight. I would ask those prints, but, judging from the line they have since taken, I cannot doubt that they were still more decidedly anti-Northern. Therefore it is not true, as the writer represents, that the Northern press turned upon us with no other provocation than our declaration of neutrality. Before that declaration had appeared the press of this country had very freely expressed its opinion on the inevita who charge the whole Northern people with unprovoked hostility to Great Britain to reflect on the reception which, less than a twelvemonth before the civil war broke out, had been given to the Prince of Wales by the Northern States-a reception which drew from the Times correspondent the observation that the one sentiment in which Americans were united was that of loyalty to Queen |