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With an Introduction
BY
GEORGE E. WOODBERRY
TORONTO
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agination ;
but it was borne by an old acquaint-
who was a fellow-clerk at the
ance, an Italian
South-Sea House when Lamb was a boy there,
Vlii INTRODUCTION.
tastes and
habits, and disguises not those things
in which he differs from conventional man;
he is proud of them, and goes his own pace.
There is infinite amusement in a certain kind of
self-gossip, seen to
its perfection in Pepys and ;
" "
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme ;
" "
sports of the intellect which have no relation
to their generation. In description and in
always real.
GEORGE E. WOODBERRY.
BEVERLY, MASS.,
October, 1892.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
INTRODUCTION vii
A QUAKER'S MEETING 92
THE OLD AND THE NEW SCHOOLMASTER .... 100
DREAM-CHILDREN ;
A REVERIE 207
memorial !
pied his
days and nights for a month previous. Not
that Tipp was blind to the deadness of things (as
of a balcony ;
or walked upon the ridge of a parapet ;
or looked down a precipice; or let off a gun; or
went upon a water-party; or would willingly let
THE SOUTH-SEA HOUSE. II
Naps of Greece :
first
and then
place
piece-goods,
it
*
sends you
******
flowered
home
or otherwise.
books * * * *
appetite to your
not to say, that your outside sheets, and waste wrap-
ground
promotion
of a
*****
midnight dissertation. It feels
go that
its
Elia
you see, upon the whole, the literary dignity of
is very little, if at all, compromised in the conde-
scension.
Not that, in my anxious detail of the many com-
modities incidental to the life of a public office, I
mighty Bodley.
I can here play the gentleman, enact the student.
nuses* are we, that cannot look forward with the same
* THOMAS BROWNE.
Januses of one face. SIR
OXFORD IN THE VACATION. 19
groping !
ing, he is grown
almost into a book. He stood as
passive as one by the side of the old shelves. I
complain.
D. started like an unbroke heifer, when I inter-
Tishbite) ;
and the contending passions of L. at the
unfolding. There was love for the bringer; shame
for the thing brought, and the manner of its bring-
of
in it ; and, at top of all, hunger (eldest, strongest
him to*. This was the penalty for the second of-
*
Cowley
FIVE AND THIRTY YEARS AGO. 39
adjutor. While the former was digging his brains for crude
anthems, worth a pig-nut, F. would be recreating his gentle-
manly fancy in the more flowery walks of the Muses. A little
dramatic effusion of his, under the name of Vertumnus and
Pomona, is not yet forgotten by the chroniclers of that sort of
literature. It was accepted by Garrick, but the town did not
J. B. !
may all his faults be forgiven ; and may he
be wafted to bliss by little cherub boys, allhead and
wings, with no bottoms to reproach his sublunary
infirmities."
draughts) ,
or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar
while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-
echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy !
sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take
Fine, frank-hearted Fr ,
the present master of
least !
destiny ;
he is in the net. Lend therefore cheerfully,
claimed
I saw the skirts of the departing Year.
changed ! Thou
sophisticated. I know
art how
honest, how courageous (for a weakling) it was
how religious, how imaginative, how hopeful From !
That I am
fond of indulging, beyond a hope of
reading?
Shall I enjoy friendships there, wanting the
look"?
In winter this intolerable disinclination to dying
all, my masters !
MRS. BATTLE'S OPINIONS
ON
WHIST.
playing at them.
Sarah Battle was none of that breed. She de-
tested them, as I do, from her heart and soul ; and
5
66 MRS. BATTLE'S OPINIONS ON WHIST.
She held not her good sword (her cards) " like a
dancer." She sate bolt upright ; and neither showed
you her cards, nor desired to see yours. All people
cism ;
as pitiful an ambition at cards as alliteration
majesty of spades
'
Pam in all his glory !
" two
by the disgraceful tenure of declaring for his
heels" There is something extremely genteel in
this sort of self-denial. Sarah Battle was a gentle-
woman born.
I HAVE no ear.
faculty.
I am constitutionally susceptible of noises. A
carpenter's hammer, in a warm summer noon, will
fret me into more than midsummer madness. But
those unconnected, unset sounds are nothing to the
measured malice of music. The ear is passive to
those single strokes ; willingly enduring stripes, while
it hath no task to con. To music it cannot be pas-
sive. It will strive mine at least will 'spite of
its inaptitude, to thrid the maze ;
like an unskilled
eye painfully poring upon hieroglyphics. I have sat
Party in a parlour,
All silent, and all DAMNED !
computation.
Fill us a cup of that sparkling gooseberry we
will drink no wise, melancholy, politic port on this
cry, baby, put its finger in its eye, it shall have an-
other globe, round as an orange, pretty moppet !
Nevertheless, noble R ,
come in, and take
your seat here, between Armado and Quisada : for
that answered ;
with any that had not some tincture
of the absurd in their characters. I venerate an
honest obliquity of understanding. The more laugh-
able blunders a man shall commit in your company,
the more tests he giveth you, that he will not betray
or overreach you. I love the safety, which a pal-
thy species ;
would'st thou be alone, and yet accom-
sight.. I
guess at Venus only by her brightness
and if the sun on some portentous morn were to
forth !
" To exhort every man to the learning of
cate grammar-rules.
Lovers all,
A madrigal,
it as an obligation ;
and E. B. did. This good artist
lia ;
and no better wish, but with better auspices, we
wish to all faithful lovers, who are not too wise to
people alike*.
* I would be understood as confining myself to the subject
of imperfect sympathies. To nations or classes of men there
can be no direct antipathy. There may be individuals born
and constellated so opposite to another individual nature, that
the same sphere cannot hold them. I have met with my moral
being put to the rack could give no other reason for the deed
but an inveterate antipathy which he had taken to the first
sight of the King.
phrey Clinker?
I have, in the abstract, no disrespect for Jews.
kindly yet ;
or that a few fine words, such as can-
fish or flesh. A
moderate Jew is a more confounding
eyes.
In the Negro countenance you will often meet
with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearn-
OTHER NIGHT-FEARS.
his boat, with his books and wand about him, suffers
WITCHES, AND OTHER NIGHT-FEARS. 135
* Mr.
Coleridge's Ancient Mariner.
WITCHES, AND OTHER NIGHT-FEARS. 141
shape in
any way whatever, of Helvellyn.
Methought
I was in that country, but the mountains were gone.
The poverty of my dreams mortifies me. There is
Coleridge, at his will can conjure up icy domes, and
pleasure-houses Khan, and Abyssinian
for Kubla
maids, and songs of Abara, and caverns,
culinary operations.
10
146 MY RELATIONS.
wight, who does not only not respond to his rapture, but
The last is always his best hit his " Cynthia of the
savour from his palate, and the rest from his pillow,
for days and nights. With the intense feeling of
Thomas Clarkson, he wanted only the steadiness of
MY RELATIONS. 153
HERTFORDSHIRE.
country.
The oldest thing I remember is Mackery End ;
or
Mackarel End, as it is spelt, perhaps more properly,
in some old maps of Hertfordshire ;
a farm-house,
the poet,
But thou, that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation I
occasionally hanged.
I shall believe in it, when actresses are no longer
subject to be hissed off a stage by gentlemen.
I shall believe in it, when Dorimant hands a fish-
to them."
Ah !
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived I
1^2 THE OLD BENCHERS
verses a little higher up, for they are full, as all his
greatly.
The terrace is, indeed, left, which we used to call
pocket ;
and angry, his coat dark
his waistcoat red
records !
They are, in truth, but shadows of fact
with more awe than they would now do, read aright
from Seneca or Varro in his own peculiar pronun-
ciation, monosyllabically elaborated, or Anglicized,
into something like verse verse. By an imposing
manner, and the help of these distorted syllables, he
climbed (but that was little) to the highest parochial
honours which St. Andrew's has to bestow.
He is dead and thus much I thought due to his
memory, both for my first orders (little
wondrous
talismans slight keys, and insignificant to outward
!
" "
length arose, those fair Auroras Once the bell !
was not past six years old and the play was Ar-
taxerxes !
\
MY FIRST PLAY. 2O$
A REVERIE.
they had on was not for uncle John, and they looked
up, and prayed me not to go on about their uncle,
but to tell them some stories about their pretty dead
mother. Then I told how for seven long years, in
receding till
nothing at last but two mournful features
were seen in the uttermost distance, which, without
speech, strangely impressed upon me the effects of
" We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are
speech ;
DREAM-CHILDREN; A REVERIE. 213
ever.
DISTANT CORRESPONDENTS.
Jn a Letter to B. F. Esq. at Sydney, New South
Wales.
transport (/'.
e. at hearing he was well, &c.), or at
least considerably tomodify it. I am going to the
play this evening, to have a laugh with Munden.
You have no theatre, I think you told me, in your
land of d d realities. You naturally lick your lips,
2l6 DISTANT CORRESPONDENTS.
prophets.
Then as to sentiment. It fares little better with
that. This kind of dish, above all, requires to be
served up hot ;
or sent off in water-plates, that your
friend may have it almost as warm as yourself. If it
death, to lay his bones in. This was all very natural
and excusable as a sentiment, and shows his character
the hue and cry were once up, they would show as
between us ;
a length of passage enough to render
obsolete the phrases of our English letters before they
can reach you. But while I talk, I think you hear
me, thoughts dallying with vain surmise
with the idea that " now, surely, he must be lost for
"
ever ! to revive at hearing his feeble shout of
discovered day-light and .then (O fulness of delight)
15
226 THE PRAISE OF CHIMNEY-SWEEPERS.
know not how thy palate may relish it; for myself,
fragrant breakfast.
This is Saloop the precocious herb-woman's dar-
as when
230 THE PRAISE OF CHIMNEY-SWEEPERS.
A sable cloud
Turns forth her silver lining on the night.
chiefly for its beds, in which the late duke was espe-
up foul linen.
baker !
yet do we feel the imagination at all violated
thighs, was not lost, but only retired into his upper
(in the world's life indeed, for before him no man had
known it) he tasted crackling ! Again he felt and
fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much
now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit.
that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that
tasted so delicious ; and, surrendering himself up to
the new-born pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole
handfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it,
fairly sat down to the mess, and never left off till they
had despatched all that remained of the litter.
Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret
escape, for the neighbours would certainly have stoned
them for a couple of abominable wretches, who
could think of improving upon the good meat which
God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories
grunt.
He must be roasted. I am not ignorant that our
ancestors ate them seethed, or boiled but what a
sacrifice of the exterior tegument !
away
Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with timely care
Pig let me
speak his praise is no less provoca-
sensibility.
I remember a touch of conscience in this kind at
osity I had taken in seeing her make it, and her joy
when she sent it to the oven, and how disappointed
she would feel that I had never had a bit of it in my
mouth at last and I blamed my impertinent spirit
of alms-giving, and out-of-place hypocrisy of good-
expressed.
The excessive airs which those people give them-
so engaging.
I know there is a proverb, " Love me, love my
"
dog : that is not always so very practicable, par-
that you say or do, till the good man, who under-
stands well enough that it
compliment is all done in
words) ;
the very reverse of which proved to be the
truth. This was candid ; and I had the civility not
to ask her in return, how she came to pitch upon
a standard of personal accomplishments for her hus-
band's friends which differed so much from his own ;
lines
iS
2/4 ON SOME OF THE OLD ACTORS.
removed !
you had no room for laughter ! if an un-
seasonable reflection of morality obtruded itself, it
actor surpassed all others. You could see the first dawn
of an idea stealing slowly over his countenance, climb-
Jem White, had seen him one evening in Aguecheek, and rec-
ognising Dodd the next day in Fleet Street, was irresistibly
impelled to take off his hat and salute him as the identical
"
Knight of the preceding evening with a Save you, Sir An-
drew." Dodd, not at all disconcerted at this unusual address
from a stranger, with a courteous half-rebuking wave of the
"
hand, put him off with an Away, Fool."
ON SOME OF THE OLD ACTORS. 285
and albe.
legs. A
doubt or a scruple must have made him
totter, a sigh have puffed him down the weight of a ;
buttery-hatch.
Jack Bannister and he had the fortune to be more
of personal favourites with the town than any actors
before or after. The difference, I take it, was this :
father
ON SOME OF THE OLD ACTORS 289
Sir Sampson. Dick body o' me, Dick has been dead
!
scene is disturbed ;
a real man has got in among
the dramatis personse, and puts them out. We want
the sailor turned out. We feel that his true place is
gallery.
ON THE ARTIFICIAL COMEDY OF
THE LAST CENTURY.
of it ;
to make assurance double, and take a bond of
fate. We must live our toilsome lives twice over,
as it was the mournful privilege of Ulysses to de-
scend twice to the shades. All that neutral ground
of character, which stood between vice and virtue ;
lection, faultless. He
flagged sometimes in the in-
tervals of tragic passion. He would slumber over
the level parts of an heroic character. His Mac-
beth has been known to nod. But he always seemed
to me to be particularly alive to pointed and witty
dialogue. The relaxing levities of tragedy have not
been touched by any since him the playful court-
bred spirit in which he condescended to the players
in Hamlet the sportive relief which he threw into
the darker shades of Richard disappeared with
him. He had his sluggish moods, his torpors but
Can any man wonder, like him ? can any man see
ghosts, like him ? or fight with his own shadow
" SESSA " as he does in that strangely-neglected
thing, the Cobbler of Preston where his alternations
THE END.
THE LAST ESSAYS OF ELIA.
PREFACE.
BY A FRIEND OF THE LATE ELIA.
tribute to nature.
To say truth, it is time he were gone. The humour
of the thing, if there was ever much in it, was pretty
well exhausted ;
and a two years' and a half existence
has been a tolerable duration for a phantom.
I am now at liberty to confess, that much which I
ing it, he would stutter out some senseless pun (not alto-
pearance of effort. He
has been accused of trying to
be witty, when in truth he was but struggling to give his
PAGE
PREFACE . iii
BLAKESMOOR IN H SHIRE . i
POOR RELATIONS .
9
STAGE ILLUSION , . 20
To THE SHADE OF ELLISTON 26
ELLISTONIANA '.
30
DETACHED THOUGHTS ON BOOKS AND READING . .
39
THE OLD MARGATE HOY 49
THE CONVALESCENT 62
SANITY OF TRUE GENIUS 69
CAPTAIN JACKSON 75
THE SUPERANNUATED MAN 82
THE GENTEEL STYLE IN WRITING , . 94
BARBARA S 102
have been crushed all at once into the mere dust and
rubbish which I found it.
duced it to an antiquity.
I was astonished at the indistinction of everything.
a tarnished garter?
6 BLAKESMOOR IN H SHIRE.
respondent elevation?
Or wherefore, else, O tattered and diminished
'Scutcheon that hung upon the time-worn walls of thy
in my morning eyes ;
and of nights, hast detained my
steps from bedward, till it was but a step from gazing
at thee to dreaming on thee.
This is the only true gentry by adoption; the veri-
table change of blood, and not, as empirics have
fabled, by transfusion.
dependent ;
with more boldness he would be in no
father ;
and will thrust in some mean, and quite unim-
portant anecdote of the family. He knew it when
itwas not quite so flourishing as " he is blest in see-
ing it now." He reviveth past situations, to institute
what he calleth favourable comparisons. With a
reflecting sort of congratulation, he will inquire the
of two nuisances.
12 POOR RELATIONS.
inferiors at a distance ;
it only sought to ward off
derogation from itself. It was the principle of self-
not thread the alleys and blind ways of the town with
14 POOR RELATIONS.
The temperament of W
's father was diametrically
Sebastian.
I do not know how, upon a subject which I began
with treating half seriously, I should have fallen upon
a recital so eminently painful ; but this theme of poor
tering ;
and could have sworn " that man was fright-
ened." But we forgot all the while or kept it
given us?
Why are misers so hateful in the world, and so
endurable on the stage, but because the skilful actor,
disagreeable reality.
Spleen, irritability the pitiable infirmities of old
warming?
TO THE SHADE OF ELLISTON. 2/
theatricals.
PLAUDITO, ET VALETO.
ELLISTONIANA.
" was
speaking of Lord Bacon, never increased
towards him by his place or honours. But I have,
and do reverence him for the greatness, that was
only proper to himself; in that he seemed to me
ever one of the greatest men, that had been in many
ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that heaven
would give him strength ;
for greatness he could not
want."
The quality here commended was scarcely less con-
spicuous in the subject of these idle reminiscences,
than in my Lord Verulam. Those who have imag-
ined that an unexpected elevation to the direction
of a great London Theatre, affected the consequence
ing ;
I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
Ihave no repugnances. Shaftesbury is not too
Statutes at I^arge ;
the works of Hume, Gibbon,
unexcluding.
I confess that it moves my spleen to see these
things in books' clothing perched upon shelves, like
sacrilegious varlets.
I think I see them at their work these sapient
trouble-tombs.
Shall I be thought fantastical, if I confess, that the
hand, Sir."
46 DETACHED THOUGHTS
commodations ill
exchanged for the foppery and
fresh- water niceness of the modern steam packet?
To the winds and waves thou committedst thy goodly
freightage, and didst ask no aid of magic fumes, and
spells, and boiling cauldrons. With the gales of
heaven thou wentest swimmingly ; or, when it was
their pleasure, stoodest still with sailor-like patience.
parching up Scamander.
Can I forget thy honest, yet slender crew, with
their coy reluctant responses (yet to the suppression
has been reading of it all his life, and that the most
enthusiastic part of he has gathered from
life, all
maids' grots
I do not assert that in sober earnest he expects to
be shown all these wonders at once, but he is under
poem of Gebir,
absorbing consideration !
64 THE CONVALESCENT.
viations.
as to his bed-post.
ing to a deposition.
How convalescence shrinks a man back to his
sickness is solved ;
and Philoctetes is become an
ordinary personage.
Perhaps some relic of the sick man's dream of
thought I ;
but it is something hard and the
before us !
tral thumbs
; dear, cracked spinnet of dearer Louisa !
dislodge him.
There is some merit in putting a handsome face
waste the
golden years of thy
thy shining life
mals in cages.
It is true I had my Sundays to myself; but Sun-
days, admirable as the institution of them is for pur-
ing all the week, with the habit has lost almost the
84 THE SUPERANNUATED MAN.
ment B ,
the eldest partner, began a formal
harangue to me on the length of my services, my
very meritorious conduct during the whole of the
time (the deuce, thought I, how did he find out
that? I protest I never had the confidence to think
as much). He went on to descant on the expedi-
ency of a certain time of life (how my
retiring at
heart panted !) and asking me a few questions as
to the amount of my own property, of which I have
a ended with a proposal, to which his three
little,
Esto perpetua !
revenue ;
I could see no end of my possessions ;
I
the man
That's born, and has his years come to him,
In some green desart.
late to repent ;
and I also know, that these sugges-
tions are a common fallacy of the mind on such oc-
casions. But my heart smote me. I had violently
broken the bands betwixt us. It was at least not
yet not for long, for again and again I will come
among ye, if I shall have your leave. Farewell
Ch , dry, sarcastic, and friendly ! Do ,
"
collection of some wandering bookseller, my " works !
I am no longer ***** *
}
clerk to the Firm
of &c. I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with
in trim gardens. I am already come to be known
by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating
at no fixed pace, nor with any settled purpose. I
walk about ;
not to and from. They tell me, a cer-
tain cum dignitate air, that has been buried so long
with my other good parts, has begun to shoot forth in
pains ;
I cannot tell perhaps the play is not worth
:
experiences.
But the rank of the writer is never more innocently
" "
in character. I may perhaps (he thus ends his
sweet Garden Essay with a passage worthy of Cowley)
" be allowed to know
something of this trade, since I
have so long allowed myself to be good for nothing
7
98 THE GENTEEL STYLE IN WRITING.
reficit, &c.
"
Me, when the cold Digentian stream revives,
What does my friend believe I think or ask ?
easy copy. On
one occasion, indeed, his wit, which
was mostly subordinate to nature and tenderness, has
seduced him into a string of felicitous antitheses ;
Barbara S ,
with her accustomed punctuality
ascended the long rambling staircase, with awkward
interposed landing-places, which led to the office, or
rather a sort of box with a desk in it, whereat sat the
then Treasurer of (what few of our readers may re-
darlings?"
I am in no hurry to begin my story indeed I
have little or none to tell so I will just mention an
distinctly remember.
I was always fond of the society of players, and
am not sure that an impediment in my speech (which
certainly kept me out of the pulpit) even more than
certain personal disqualifications, which are often got
ingly to reject it ;
and what with shame of her ill-
lieved her.
Saturday's payment.
Ravenscroft was a man, I have heard many old
theatrical people besides herself say, of all men least
calculated for a treasurer. He had no head for ac-
was no worse.
Now Barbara's weekly stipend was a bare half
honesty.
A year or two's unrepining application to her pro-
fession brightened up the feet, and the prospects, of
her little sisters, set the whole family upon their legs
HO BARBARA S .
yet may the ill time never come to me, when with
a chilled heart, or a portion of irreverent sentiment,
I shall enter her beautiful and time-hallowed Edi-
fices. Judge then of my mortification when, after
power of speculation.
How I found my feet, I know not. Consciousness
was quite gone. Some spirit, not my own, whirled
me to the spot. I remember nothing but the silvery
which a staff
(the hand unseen that wielded it)
in this emergency, it me
an Angel had
was to as if
sprinkling only !
waters ;
the billows go over my head, all the waves
QUE FUSUS.
IN TE UNA LOQUITUR, CETERA MUTUS HABET.
mortal passions.
SIR PHILIP SYDNEY'S SONNETS. 127
n.
* Press.
128 SIR PHILIP SYDNEY'S SONNETS.
in. -
IV.
v.
VI.
9
130 SIR PHILIP SYDNEY'S SONNETS.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
x.
XI.
XII.
of him ;
and I repose upon the beautiful lines in the
"Friend's Passion for his Astrophel," printed with
the Elegies of Spenser and others.
Daniel.
A word or two of D. S. He ever appeared to us
one of the finest tempered of Editors. Perry, of
the Morning Chronicle, was equally pleasant, with a
dash, no slight one either, of the courtier. S. was
mighty river;
With holy reverence to approach the rocks,
Whence glide the streams renowned in ancient song.
ing conceit ;
and was esteemed tolerable writing in
those days.
But the fashion of jokes, with all other things,
passes away; as did the transient mode which had
so favoured us. The ancles of our fair friends in
a few weeks began to reassume their whiteness, and
left us scarce a leg to stand upon. Other female
whims followed, but none, methought, so pregnant,
so invitatory of shrewd conceits, and more than
single meanings.
NEWSPAPERS THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AGO. 141
breakfast.
tery. We
have seen a landscape of a justly ad-
mired neoteric, in which he aimed at delineating a
fiction, one of the most severely beautiful in an-
Daughters three,
That sing around the golden tree ?
the visions of the night, and the hair of his flesh stood
presential miracle?
Were an artist to paint upon demand a picture of
ON THE PRODUCTIONS OF MODERN ART. l6l
prevent him a
by spurious Second Part and judging, :
accordingly.
REJOICINGS UPON THE NEW YEAR'S
COMING OF AGE.
night.
All the Days came to their day. Covers were pro-
vided for three hundred and sixty- five guests at the
principal table ;
with an occasional knife and fork at
the side-board for the Twenty-Ninth of February.
I should have told you, that cards of invitation had
been issued. The carriers were the Hours ; twelve
white but old Lent and his family were not yet
out of mourning. Rainy Days came in, dripping;
and sun-shiny Days helped them to change their
stockings. Wedding Day was there in his marriage
finery, a little the worse for wear. Pay Day came
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horoscopy.
He had stuck the Twenty First of June next to
the Twenty Second of December, and the former
looked like a Maypole siding a marrow-bone. Ash
Wednesday got wedged in (as was concerted) be-
twixt Christmas and Lord Mayor's Days. Lord !
have lain with her, till her rival had basely sup-
planted her; whom she represented as little better
rag, &c.
done, the lordly New Year from the upper end of the
table, in a cordial but somewhat lofty tone, returned
thanks. He felt proud on an occasion of meeting
so many of his worthy father's late tenants, promised
to improve their farms, and at the same time to
1/2 REJOICINGS UPON
year.
All this while, Valentine's Day kept courting pretty
May, who sate next him, slipping amorous billets-
doux under the table, till the Dog Days (who are
by it alone
may be excused, the unbeseeming arti-
fices, by which some wives push on the matrimonial
projects of their daughters, which the husband, how-
ever approving, shall entertain with comparative in-
difference. A little shamelessness on this head is
keep single for their father's sake, and live all to-
Emily is married.
THE CHILD ANGEL.
A DREAM.
Angel.
Sun-threads filmy beams ran through the ce-
lestial napery of what seemed its princely cradle.
All the winged orders hovered round, watching when
the new-born should open its yet closed eyes ; which,
when it did, first one, and then the other with a
solicitudeand apprehension, yet not such as, stained
with fear, dims the expanding eye-lids of mortal
heaven.
Then were celestial harpings heard, not in full
oftentimes, muffled ;
so to accommodate their sound
lovely.
passage :
We '11 still make 'em run, and we Ml still make 'em sweat,
In spite of the devil and Brussels' Gazette !
my imagination.
had no repugnance then
I why should I now
have? to those little, lawless, azure- tinctured gro-
hays.
Here a cow and rabbit couchant, and co- exten-
sive so objects show, seen through the lucid atmos-
and produce our store only paying for the ale that
you must call for and speculate upon the looks of
the landlady, and whether she was likely to allow
us a table-cloth and wish for such another honest
Walton has described many a one
hostess, as Izaak
on the pleasant banks of the Lea, when he went a
fishing and sometimes they would prove obliging
enough, and sometimes they would look grudgingly
upon us but we had cheerful looks still for one
I.
II.
III.
it."
IV.
V.
that score :
they may even take their fill of pleasures,
where they can find them. The Genius of Poverty,
hampered and straitened as it is, is not so barren of
invention but it can trade upon the staple of its own
county."
VI.
VII.
VIII.
IX.
day ;
after making a poor word run the gauntlet till
it is ready to drop ;
after hunting and winding it
"
own hare, or a wig?
There is no excusing this, and no resisting it. A
man might blur ten sides of paper in attempting a
defence of it against a critic who should be laughter-
proof. The quibble in itself is not considerable. It
is only a new turn given, by a little false pronuncia-
tion, to a very common, though not very courteous
inquiry. Put by one gentleman to another at a
POPULAR FALLACIES. 2I/
* Swift.
2l8 POPULAR FALLACIES.
X.
XI.
weakness ;
while his noble Vandykes are displaced,.
XII.
THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO
HOMELY.
"
said that a babe is fed with milk and praise."
prettily
But the aliment of this poor babe was thin, unnourish
murmurs ;
it is knowing, acute, sharpened ; it never
prattles. Had we not reason to say, that the home
of the very poor is no home ?
There is yet another home, which we are con-
XIII.
"
Ay, that he is apt to do, till you are better ac-
quainted with him. I have had him three years. He
and Signer Sc ,
and Signora Ch ,
and Madame
V ,
with a countless cavalcade besides of chorusers,
bridemaids.
238 POPULAR FALLACIES.
XIV.
stupid, or so careless, as
that Imperial forgetter of his
XV.
give and take reciprocally. Can you tell pork from veal
in the dark ? or distinguish Sherris from pure
Malaga ?
Take away the candle from the smoking man ; by the
glimmering of the left ashes, he knows that he is still
smoking, but he knows it only by an inference ;
till
abstracted works
"
Things that were born, when none but the still night,
And his dumb candle, saw his pinching throes."
true turning and filing (as mine author hath it), they
must be content to hold their inspiration of the
candle. The mild internal light, that reveals them,
XVI.
tion. You are not yet, believe me, half sulky enough.
248 POPULAR FALLACIES.
species ;
to judge the world this is the acme and
supreme point of your mystery these the true
PLEASURES of SULKINESS. We profess no more of
thisgrand secret than what ourself experimented on
one rainy afternoon in the last week, sulking in our
study. We had proceeded to the penultimate point,
at which the true adept seldom stops, where the con-
sideration of benefit forgot is about to merge in the
meditation of general injustice when a knock at
the door was followed by the entrance of the very
friend,whose not seeing of us in the morning, (for
we will now confess the case our own) an accidental ,
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