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elad; the master and mistress leading pate. The great flat unhemmed red the van of their respective divisions.- ears stick out from under it, like two That is the subscription charity school, red cabbage leaves ; and for his shoes! and the children have just donned -The blacksmith would have shod their new clothing, and-do but see! him better, and have inflicted less pain poor urchins ! what hogs in armour in the operation ; for, see! his feet some of them look like? good cloth- are doubled up in them, into the form ing it is—warm and decent, and of of hoofs, and he hobbles along, (poor durable material ;-thick grey frieze knave !) like a cat in pattens, or as if for the boys, with dark blue worsted the smooth green lane were paved hose, and black beaver hats-black with red-hod Aints. And the girls are hats at least; and for the girls, gro- not much better off; some draggle long gram gowns, and wild-boar petticoats trains after them, and have waists

-(reader, did you ever hear of such down to their hips; others are wellmaterials ?) and stiff enough they are, nigh kilted ; and that long lanky girl Heaven knows; and as the things are there, Jenny Andrews, would reveal all sent down ready made from a Lon- far more than a decent proportion of don warehouse, they are of necessity those heron legs of hers, were it not pretty much of the same size, as hav- that she has ingeniously contrived to ing the better chance to fit, or, at all tie the wild-boar petticoat a reef below events, to do for all. So you shall see the grogram gown, thereby supplying a poor little boy muffled up in a coat, the deficiencies of the latter. Well ! that looks like his grandfather's great- they are all new clothed, howevercoat, the flaps of which dangle almost spick and span-and all very proud of to the ground; the collar is turned being so, even he of the crumpt-up half

way down his back, or it would toes, who will soon poke his way mount up so high as to bury his head, through those leathern fetters, and in which is indeed already buried, under the meantime, limps along in contenta hat, the brim of which rests upon ed misery. 66 New clothes !" thinks his shoulders and the bridge of his he--- Good clothes ! handsome nose ; and when he hangs down his clothes !" thinks Madam Buckwheat. arms, you cannot see so much as the “Fine clothes! fashionable clothes!" tip of his fingers peeping from within think the Misses Buckwheat.—“Brave those long enormous sleeves. To com- clothes ! pretty clothes !” thinks the plete the picture of comfort, he skuffs poor idiot, when Monday comes, and along in a pair of shoes, the stiff upper he is allowed to resume his old scarlet leathers of which reach up to the mid- tatters. All are puffed up with the dle of his shins, and the poor little self-same species of conceit, variously legs stick in them like two chumpers modified, and so are many greater, in a couple of butter churns. Altoge- and many finer folks than they-ay, ther he looks like a dangling scare- and many wiser ones too-many more crow set up in a corn-field.

talented. Witness Goldsmith, in his But then, the little muffled man peach-blossom coat, and Johnson, presents a fine contrast to his along. (who ridiculed the poor poet's puerilé side mate. His long-tailed coat makes vanity,) in his gala suit of fine brown him a short jacket. His arms are broad-cloth. One spread his tail like squeezed through the sleeves, to be a peacock, and strutted about to show sure, but then they stick out like off its gaudy colours; the other, arwooden pins on either side, with ex- rayed like the bird of wisdom, in grave cessive tightness; and there, see, dan- and sombre plumage, was equally gles half a yard of red, lean wrist, proud of the dignity it conferred, and and all the blood in his body seems oraculously opined, that a gentleman forced down into those great blue was twice a gentleman in a full dress bony knuckles. It was a good hearty suit. Vanity! vanity ! thou universal thump, certes, that jammed down that leaven! from what human heart art stiff skimming-dish of a hat, even to thou absolutely excluded ? where it now reaches on his unlucky Hark! the trampling of horses, and

the sound of wheels. The Squire's strokes, announcing the near approach carriage sweeps round the corner of of the clergyeman, and the speedy the churchyard. He and his family commencement of divine service. arrive thus early, that the horses may That fine ruddy lad, with the white be stabled in that long low shed, ap- smock-frock, has been immoveably propriated for the purpose, and the posted at the churchyard wicket for servants ready to enter the church at the last half hour. His patience will the same time with their master, and accomplish its purpose; he is the first to partake with him of the benefit and to start forward, (hat in hand, and comfort of the confession and absolu- smoothing down his glossy yellow tion. Some people seem to consider hair,) to receive the bridle of the old those partso f the service as a mere man, which the vicar resigns into the prelude, a sort of overture as hacknied, hands of careful Will, with the usual and about as solemn, as that to Lo- charges, and a smile, and a few words doiska ; and if they reach their pews of kind notice. The minister has by the time they are half over, it is passed into the vestry; the clerk has well. As for the servants; what can followed him; a few more strokes, it signify to them? There alights and the bell ceases; a few more another carriage load-and another seconds, and the churchyard is left to -and another --and the comers in a its lonely silence, and to its quiet occar, and in two tax-carts, and on sun- cupants; and the living are gathered dry steeds; and there the patrician together within those sacred walls, to party is congregating together round hear the words of eternal life, on the the great east door ; and there stands surety whereof, the sleepers without the clerk, with hat in hand, peering (with whom they must one day lie down the vicarage-lane, under the down in the dust have been commitpent-house of his other shading hand, ted to their narrow beds“ in sure for the first glimpse of the minister. and certain hope.” Now! he descries the white face of But my discourse purported to be the old roan mare.

Another look, to of Churchyards only ; and I have be sure ; it is indeed that sober-footed rambled from the text.' No matter ; ! palfrey, bearing her reverend burthen, am come (as we all must) to the and then he turns hastily into the belchurchyard at last, and my next chapfry; and immediately the cracked ter shall be of 5 chimes subside into a few quick single and epitaphs."

graves, and stones,


1. Ob ! for that manly soul of old,

Who sung with heart-felt glee:“My love, it is my vessel bold,

My mistress-is the sca.
Let landsmen say each shining wave

May death be, while we rove ;
'Tis true, but dearer far that grave,

Than woman's fickle love.
Swell on, thou breeze, and fleet unfold

My sails' white wings to flee ;
My love, it is my vessel bold,
My mistress is the sea.

“Oh ! what can be a lovelier sight

Than yon concave of blue,
The waves all sparkling in the light

The beams of golden hue ?
My canvass shines like purest snow,

My streamers in the sun

Seem crimson wings, and to and fro

The shrieking sea-birds run.
Long, long may I o'er ocean roll'd,

Sing on with heart-felt glee,
My love, it is my vessel buld,
My mistress-is the sea.

* From boy to man, I Icaro'd to prize

The freedom of the deep :
I've sail'd beneath far sultry skies,

I've seen the snow-drift's heap.
No woman's love allur'd my heart

From its accuston'd rest,
The joys to meet, and paugs to part,

Lie unwak'd in this breast.
I would not change for beaps of gold

This life that suits the free ;
My love, it is my vessel boll,

Afy mistress—is the sca."


I used to love thee, simple flow'r,

To love thee dearly when a boy ;
For thou didst seem, in childhood's hour.
The smiling type of childhood's joy.

But now thou only mock'st my grief

By waking thougbts of pleasures fled ;
Give me give me the withered leaf;

That falls on Autumn's boxom-dead.

For that ne'er tells of what has been,

But warns me wbat I soon shall be s
It looks not back to pleasure's scene,
But points unto futurity.

I love thee not, thou simple flow'r,

For thou art gay and I am lone-
Thy beauty died with childhood's hour-

The hearts' ease from my path is gone.


IT has ever been considered an in- joy and prosperity; and the drown

teresting task to contrast the scenes ing wretch caught as he is sinking for and circumstances of human life, oce the last time into the wide-mouthed curring at distant intervals. I would waters. These reflections are conmake these contrasts more imme- jured up by the remembrance of diate, and show that one day, nay circumstances which, although they a few hours, which are often the happened many years ago, can never epitomes of the longest existence, be obliterated from my mind. I will may produce events as violently opó state them. It was a cold but fine posed to each other as if they had afternoon in November that I was been divided by a thousand years. travelling on horseback in one of the The joy-expectant lover has seen his most retired and romantic parts of young bride fall dead at the altar ;- England. As evening drew on, a the mother who rocked her babe to sense of loneliness and danger began sleep in her arms has found it ere an to creep over me—for there is a starthour has elapsed lifeless on her bo- ling something in solitude which I som, passing away from the earth have no doubt all have felt, but which and its unhappiness without a sigh, most people are ashamed to acknowlbut leaving its frantic parent to agony edge, even to themselves. I was on and despair. The aged man, whose a rough and unfrequented road far boys were the support and luxury of distant from the habitations of men, his existence, has by some dire ca- and yearned to see a human being lamity been suddenly deprived of and hear the sound of a human voice. them, and followed their bodies to The night came on-stormy and dark. the grave, with tottering steps and The winds raised their loud voices, heart-broken feelings. The lips of like the curses of the tempest, over the sensualist have turned cold upon the distant waters. The clouds hung the glowing cheek of his paramour, gloomily above like shrouds over naand found poison in the cup which ture's dead serenity, and the owlet seemed mantling with pleasure and shrieked to the sleepless echo of the with hope.

We may reverse the hills. I put spurs to my horse and picture, and see the husband come galloped on until I found, from the back to his weeping wife, who had increasing darkness, that I could neimourned for him as dead; the sup- ther see the road which I had traversposed criminal on the eve of an igno- ed, nor the one on which I was prominious death proved innocent, and ceeding. Prudence taught me to restored to the presence and affection change my pace, and I walked my of his friends and relatives ; the horse cautiously, fearing every mobankrupt in hope and fortune by ment, as I did not know the road, that some unexpected change exalted to I was on the edge of some precipice, 18

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or that some broken stump or fallen heart-it was still. Warmth, and tree lay in my way. So painful did respiration, and motion had departed my sensations become at last, that I for ever, and only the mortal and made up my mind to dismount, and drossy portion of man lay before lie down on the road until morning. I me. There was no pulsation-no groped about, and at length found a vitality. I knew not what to do. I tree, to which I fastened the bridle, thought if the poor wretch who was and seated myself at a little distance lying dead at my feet had been murfrom my only companion. The few dered, which appeared far from imminutes that I remained there were probable, my having passed that way like hours. I endeavoured to think at night, and for no ostensible purof other scenes which might banish pose as it might seem, would perthe idea of that in which I was an haps implicate me as an accessary to, unwilling actor ; but all would not or even a principal in, the crime; and avail. The gloom of the present a number of cases in which persons hung over the radiance of the past; had been convicted on circumstantial and if a ray broke through for a evidence crowded upon my mind. moment, it was as instantly obscured The idea of being even examined as again. I arose and loosened the a witness agitated and perplexed me. bridle, for this inactive security was My resolution, however, was soon more annoying to me, than moving taken. With great difficulty I got onward even under a sense of dan- my horse forward, and rode on at a ger. I proceeded, however, as slowly round trot, careless of the danger to as before, expecting that I must, in a which I had before been so sensitive, short time, come to some small inn, and determining to give the alarm or, at least, a road-side cottage. But at the first place to which I might I saw no light, and heard not even a come. I had gone on for about a dog bark in the silence of the night. quarter of an hour, when to my great On a sudden my horse started from joy and relief I beheld a light straight his course and neighed loudly. I felt onwards, which seemed to be moving him trembling under me, and suspect- towards me. As it approached nearer ed that I was on the brink of some ! perceived that it proceeded from a pit

. I alighted, and with great diffi- lantern, which was held by a young culty held my horse whilst I groped man in a small cart, while another, about the spot from which he had just a little older, guided the horse. On recoiled. As I moved my hands along seeing me, they instantly drew up and the ground, my blood grew chill with asked in an earnest and anxious tone horror, and my heart sickened within of voice whether I had seen anybody me. My right hand had passed over on the way, telling me at the same the cold face of some dead, perhaps time that his father had gone with a murdered, person. I sank back and neighbour to C- that morning to involuntarily clung to the neck of my collect some money and had not rehorse. It was an action arising from turned. The question made me shudfear and from a dreadful feeling of der, for I immediately thought of what solitariness. In the absence of human had so recently occurred, and I could sympathies there is a comfort in any not help imagining that it was the living companionship. I found it so. dead body of their father which I had The certainty that I had a breathing left on the road behind me. · My creature near me, although not of my voice trembled as I told them of all own species, gave me courage. I that had happened, and I saw the went again towards the spot where faces of the poor lads turn pale as I the body lay, for the purpose of as- recounted it. « Our dear father is certaining whether the least symptoin dead !" cried the youngest, and burst of life remained. I placed my hand into tears. & Nay ! nay !” said his upon the forehead—it was cold ; I brother, “it's ill weeping till there's drew it across the mouth-there was need o't. He was to ha' come back not a breath ; I pressed it upon the wi' Johnny Castleton, and Johnny is

no' the man'to leave him on the road- road until I came in sight of the inn. side, alive or dead.” This seemed to As I approached nearer, I heard comfort his brother, but it did not sounds of mirth and revelry, and in convince me. I had a presentiment the disturbed state of my feelings hanging like a cloud about my heart, they came upon my ear like sportive and I felt assured that a bitter trial music at a funeral, or a joyous song awaited them. Although nearly ex- echoing from a house of mourning. hausted, I willingly agreed to return Having seen my horse well provided with them. I rode beside the cart, for, 1 entered the public room, where until we came to the fatal spot; my there were several farmers drinking, horse started as before, and I called smoking, and singing; their united to them to stop, for I was a little a- powers appeared to have clouded the head. The youngest sprang out, held ideas and thickened the speech of the lantern to the face of the corse, them all, but of one in particular who and fell back with a loud shriek. I had just been bawling out part of a shall never forget the chill that ran song in praise of his greatest enemy through me when I heard the calm – the bottle ; but the combined fumes silence of the night broken by the cry of the leaf and the liquor were upon of a son who mourned his father his memory, and he stopped just as I the voice of the living calling to the entered the room. “ Never break off dead. The winds had died away, in the midst of a good song, neighand there was a dreary stillness over bour (cried a portly florid looking the whole scene. The pulse of nature man who seemed to act as president was stopped : and it seemed as if her among them,) never leave a jug or a mighty heart had perished. The song until there's not a drop left in elder son did not shed a tear, but it the one nor a note in the other. Sing was evident that he felt acutely what on, man! sing on.” “ Ay! it is an had befallen him. His was the deeper easy thing to say, Barney Thomson” grief that tears could not obliterate ; (muttered the unsuccessful vocalist,) A grief that could not fade away

but the rest is clean out of my head.” Like tempest clouds of April day;

“ Ye ha' sung well so far, and we'll A grief that hung like blight on flowers, ha the end o't; (exclaimed Barney)

Which passeth not with summer showers. -Come! I'll help ye on wi't:. As they both stood inactive, I took

A pipe of tobacco and ale of the best up the corse myself and placed it in Are better, far better, thap pillow and rest, the cart. There were, as far as I Thap pillow and rest, than pillow and rest, could judge, not the least signs of

A pipe ofviolence about it, and death seemed “Dang it (cried a little grazier-lookto have reached it in the midst of ing fellow who was nursing his knees calmness and serenity, for a smile at the fire) it's twelve pence wi' one lingered even then on the pallid face, and a shilling wi' the other. Ye and the brow was unruffled and un- know the song, Barney, just as well knit. After a little while they got in as your neigbbour, and no better. I the cart, and we went forward in have still a clear noddle, and I'll sing silence. When we came near their it to ye. dwelling, which was a small farm

A pipe of tobacco and ale of the best house, a short distance from the high Are better, far better, tban pillow and rest ; road, I left them to break the melan We'll smoke and we'll drink, if it be but to spite choly tidings to their widowed mo The devil who comes in the shape of the nigbt.

In ale, good ale, the fiend we'll drown, ther; and, resisting their invitation to

And empty our pipes on bis raven crown. remain there, I rode on towards N- ferry, which they told me was

Give me the mug, Tommy Barker, about a mile farther, and where there for I think it's ill singing wi’ a drý was a tolerable inn. They lent me

throat. Gentlemen all, here's a merry their lantern, which I was to leave season to you and good cattle to me. for them at the ferry-house, and I And now for the next verse cantered along an almost straight A pipe of tobacco, and ale af -

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