is of a genteel description, they should be kept like ladies. Poor fellows! their work is not hard and rough to be sure; but it is work, and work for many hours too, and painful enough; and as to their income, it scarcely exceeds, on an average, the double, at any rate, of that of a journeyman carpenter, bricklayer, or tailor. "Besides, the man and wife will live on cheaper diet and drink than a servant will live. Thousands, who would never have had beer in their house, have it for the servant, who will not live without it. However frugal your wife, her frugality is of little use, if she have one of these inmates to provide for. Many a hundred thousand times has it happened that the butcher and the butter-man have been applied to solely because there was a servant to satisfy. You cannot, with this clog everlastingly attached to you, be frugal, if you would: you can save nothing against the days of expense, which are, however, pretty sure to come. And why should you bring into your house a trouble like this; an absolute annoyance; a something for your wife to watch, to be a constraint upon her, to thwart her in her best intentions, to make her uneasy, and to sour her temper? Why should you do this foolish thing? Merely to comply with corrupt fashion; merely from false shame and false and contemptible pride? If a young man were, on his marriage, to find any difficulty in setting this ruinous fashion at defiance, a very good way would be, to count down to his wife, at the end of every week, the amount of the expense of a servant for that week, and request her to deposit it in her drawer. In a short time she would find the sum so large, that she would be frightened at the thoughts of a servant; and would never dream of one again, except in case of absolute necessity, and then for as short a time as possible. "But the wife may not be able to do all the work to be done in the house. Not able! A young woman not able to cook and wash, and mend and make, and clean the house, and make the bed for one young man and herself, and that young man her husband too, who is quite willing (if he be worth a straw) to put up with cold dinner, or with a crust; to get up and light her fire; to do any thing that the mind can suggest to spare her labour, and to conduce to her convenience! Not able to do this! Then, if she brought no fortune, and he had none, she ought not to have been able to marry: and, let me tell you, young man, a small fortune would not put a servant-keeping wife upon an equality with one who required no such inmate. this respect. "If, indeed, the work of a house were harder than a young woman could perform without pain, or great fatigue; if it had a tendency to impair her health or deface her beauty; then you might hesitate: but it is not too hard, and it tends to preserve health, to keep the spirits buoyant, an, of course, to preserve beauty. You often hear girls, while scrubbing or washing, singing till they are out of breath; but never while they are at what they call working at the needle. The American wives are most exemplary in They have none of that false pride which prevents thousands in England from doing that which inthem to do. They work, not from necessity; not from compulsion of any sort; for their husbands are the most indulgent in the whole world. In the towns they go to the market, and cheerfully carry home the result: in the country, they not only do the work in the house, but extend gather and preserve the fruits and the herbs; and this, too, terest, reason, and even their own inclination, would prompt took me a great part of the day from home; but, whenever I could spare a minute from business, the child was in my arms; I rendered the mother's labour as light as I could; any bit of food satisfied me: when watching was necessary, we shared it between us; and that famous GRAMMAR for teaching French people English, which has been for thirty years, and still is, the great work of this kind, throughout all America, and in every nation of Europe, was written by me, in hours not employed in business, and, in great part during my share of the night watchings over a sick, and then only child, who, after lingering many months, died in my arms. "This was the way that we went on; this was the way that we began the married life." In another place, in exhorting to moderation "When children come, in expense, our Oracle says, there must at times be some foreign aid; but until then, what need can the wife of a young tradesman, or even farmer, (unless the family be great,) have of a servant? The wife is young, and why is she not to work as well as the husband? What justice is there in wanting him to keep two women instead of one? You have not married them both in form; but if they be inseparable, you have married them in substance; and if you are free from the crime of bigamy, you have the far most burdensome part of its consequences." Sensible, thoughtful, young husbands will read this extract with attention; and some will become grave over it; but it is proper, that when they hear of the wisdom of discarding the servant, they should see the substitute-the help, as the Americans name it. Mrs. Cobbett being a patriot and far from home, assured her neighbours in Philadelphia that all English husbands were as kind and helpful as her own. Let the reader judge:-" I had business to occupy the whole of my time, Sundays and week days, except sleeping hours; but I used to make time to assist her in taking care of her baby, and in all sort of things; get up, light her fire, boil her tea-kettle (!) carry her up warm water in cold weather, take the child while she dressed herself and got breakfast ready; then breakfast; get her in water and wood for the day; then dress myself neatly, and sally forth to my business. The moment that was over I used to hasten back to her again; and I no more thought of spending a moment away from her, unless business compelled, than I thought of quitting the country and going to sea."-This is true gallantry; and we foresee that Mr. COBBETT will be a prodigious favourite among the ladies of Scotland. He relates once watching a whole night, barefooted, driving away the dogs which kept his wife from sleep most necessary to her health; and tells, that as she was afraid of thunder, however engaged he used always to hasten home if he saw a storm approaching Scores of times have I, first and last, The on this errand in the streets of Philadelphia! The Frenchmen, who were my scholars, used to laugh and to the full extent. Till I had a second child, no ser- at me exceedingly on this account; and somevant ever entered my house, though well able to keep one: times when I was making an appointment with and never in my whole life did I live in a house so clean, them, they would say, with a smile and bow. slept or dressed, in a manner so perfectly to my fancy as I Sauve la tonnere toujours, Monsieur Cobbett, did then, I had a great deal of business to attend to, that ["Always excepting a thunder-storm, Mr. Cobbett, their labours to the garden, plant, and weed, and hoe, and in a climate far from being so favourable to labour as that of England; and they are amply repaid for these by those gratifications which their excellent economy enables their husbands to bestow upon them, and which it is their universal habit to do with a liberal hand. "But, did I practise what I am here preaching? Ay, in such trim order; and never have I eaten or drunk, or them !" Now all this is very aimable and useful, and leads | tinctions of rank, birth, and wealth, all became nothing in us to pass lightly over the extreme bad odour in my eyes; and from that moment, (less than a month after which the author of The Porcupine was, at this my arrival in England,) I resolved never to bend before time, with the friends of liberty, both in BriThe change, if from this time it began to work, tain and America, and that libel on the excellent was not immediately visible. The Political RegisDr. Rush, which caused a prosecution and fine; ter, when commenced, promised to be a worthy sucand led COBBETT back to England, reviling Ame-cessor of The Porcupine; but by-and-by, whatever rica, the Americans and their institutions, at least were the reasons, strange, discordant, bold, startling as heartily as on further knowledge and increased opinions began to peer forth in the Anti-Jacobin experience he has since extolled them. He re- periodical, till in fine, in six years, Mr. COBBETT turned in 1800, and was received as a God-send avowed nearly all the opinions he has since so by the Pitt Administration. As a powerful, un- eloquently and powerfully supported by his writscrupulous partisan-writer, he had no equal; and ings, and assisted in propagating beyond any other they hoped to find him as ductile, truckling, and individual. He now began to proclaim the corsubservient, as higher-born men had been. There ruption of Parliament, to denounce placemen and is much doubt and contradiction about the offers pensioners, to advocate frequent elections, to reand promises made to COBRETT at this time; but vile the followers of the Heaven-born Minister, and there need be none in believing that a government to laud among the former objects of his unwearied so corrupt would have gone any safe length to se-abuse-Sir Francis Burdett! Mr. COBBETT should cure so powerful an instrument-secrecy and fide- not have been astonished, and much less offended, lity, and an implicit surrender of principle and at people seeing inconsistency in this, and indulgopinion, being their measure of safety and of use-ing in doubts of the integrity and inflexibility of fulness in a hireling writer. But laying aside the political writer, just settled in London, and about to open his trenches anew, we have here a delightful retrospective glimpse of the man. It is found in his "Year's Residence in America." It his principles; especially when, instead of frankly owning previous error, he continued boldly to maintain that he had always been in the right, and that Time and Truth might change, but not the infallible WILLIAM COBBETT. When, for ex. "When I returned to England in 1800, after an absence ample, he could sit down and gravely write, "For from the country parts of it, of sixteen years, the trees, the the last fourteen years, alarms, referring to the hedges, even the parks and woods 'seemed so small! made me laugh to hear little gutters that I could jump over, French Revolution, have from time to time been called rivers!-the Thames was but a creek; but when played off upon this nation, and that too with disin about a month after my arrival in London I went to graceful success;" gay people laughed, and grave Farnham, the place of my birth, what was my surprise! ones shook their heads; and blunt, commonplace Every thing was become so pitifully small. I had to cross in my post-chaise the long and dreary heath of Bagshot; honest men inquired, "And who, pray, most sucthen at the end of it to mount a hill called Hungry Hill; cessfully played them off, Mr. COBBETT?" But and from that hill I knew I could look down into the beau- when, again, he went on and wrote, “To these tiful and fertile vale of Farnham. My heart fluttered with alarms, artfully excited and kept up, the country impatience, mixed with a sort of fear, to see all the scenes owes almost the whole of her present difficulties; of my childhood; for I had learned before of the death of my father and mother. There is a hill not far above the town for, had it not been for the fear men entertained called Crooksbury hill, which rises up out of a flat, in the of the overthrow of all order, law, and religion, form of a cone, and is planted with Scotch fir trees. Here Pitt never could have held so long that power, by I used to take the eggs and young ones of crows and mag- the exercise of which, he has entailed such a train pies. This hill was a famous object in the neighbourhood. of curses on us." When he wrote in this strain It served as a superlative degree of height. As high as Crooksbury hill' meant with us the utmost degree of height. the temptation was irresistible, to say, " And who Therefore the first object that my eyes sought was this hill. so active in exciting these alarms?" If Mr. CoвI could not believe my eyes! Literally speaking, I thought BETT would have manfully avowed, "I did so in my the famous hill removed, and a little heap put in its stead; for I had seen in New Brunswick, a single rock, or hill of days of defective knowledge, or defective public solid rock ten times as big, and four times as high! The principle," a satisfactory end would have been put post-boy going down hill, and not a bad road, whisked me to the matter at once, and the friends of liberty in a few minutes to the Bush Inn, from the garden of which would have hailed their new auxiliary and chamI could see the prodigious sand hill where I had begun my pion; and have welcomed, as a patriot-volunteer, gardening works. What a nothing! But now came rush- the man whom many of the best of them, even yet ing into my mind, all at once, my pretty little garden, my little blue smock-frock, my little nailed shoes, my pretty mistakingly reckon but as a suspicious mercenary, Pigeons that I used to feed out of my hand, and the last kind useful to the cause, but not worthy of the confiwords and tears of my gentle, and tender-hearted, and affec-dence of its leaders. This equivocal political stationate mother. I hastened back into the room. If I had looked a moment longer I should have dropt. When I came to reflect, What a change! I looked down at my dress. What a change! What scenes I had gone through! How altered my state! I had dined the day, before at a Secretary of State's in company with Mr. Pitt! and had been waited upon by men in gaudy liveries! I had nobody to assist ure in the world. No teachers of any sort. Nobody to shelter me from the consequences of bad, and no one to counsel me to good behaviour. I felt proud! The dis tus Mr. COBBETT owes to certain qualities of his mind, with which we do not mean to quarrel; as we could not, if we would, remove them, without destroying the whole structure. To keep him right with the mass of the world, he should have had either more hypocrisy, or more real magnanimity and candour; and then, in either case, a little occasional coarseness and scurrility, verbal in justice and egotistical balderdash, would easily yet knew ill health induce such fellows to loosen their grasp of the public purse. But, be it so; then I feel pleasure on that account. To all the other pangs of the body and mind, let them add that of knowing that WILLIAM COBBETT, whom they thought they had put down for ever, if not killed, lives to rejoice at their pains and their death; to trample on their graves; and to hand down their names for the just judgment of posterity." This is not going about the bush, at any rate. But we must enter a little more into this business. It is an essential part of COBBETT's history. After de scribing his happiness in the midst of his family at Botley, which, in his picturing, seems a domestic paradise, he proceeds : "In this happy state we lived, until the year 1810, when the Government laid its merciless fangs upon me, dragged me from these delights, and crammed me into a jail amongst felons; of which I shall have to speak more fully, when, in the last Number, I come to speak of the duties of the Citizen. This added to the difficulties of my task of teach ing; for now I was snatched away from the only scene in which it could, as I thought, properly be executed. But even these difficulties were got over. The blow was, to be sure, a terrible one; and, Oh God! how was it felt by these poor children! It was in the month of July when the horrible sentence was passed upon me. My wife, hav ing left her children in the care of her good and affectionate sister, was in London, waiting to know the doom of her hus band. When the news arrived at Botley, the three boys, one eleven, another nine, and the other seven, years old, pow-were hoeing cabbages in that garden which had been the source of so much delight. When the account of the sa vage sentence was brought to them, the youngest could not, and, when he did, he, all in a tremor, exclaimed, Now for some time, be made to understand what a jail was I'm sure, William, that Fapa is not in a place like that! The other, in order to disguise his tears and smother his sobs, fell to work with the hoe, and chopped about like a blind person. COBBETT had now retired to Botley, in Hampshire, a farm which he purchased and actively improved. And here, domesticated with his wife and four children, his life was, in all respects, commendable and happy; and from hence he weekly despatched Registers to the press,-the eye of er and the grasp of the law ever upon him. In the act which first laid Mr. COBBETT under the mercy of that scourge of bad government, the libel-law, there is nothing equivocal. Every circumstance about this affair does honour to the head and heart which brought him into trouble. In 1809, some English Local Militiamen were flogged This account, when it reached me, affected me more, filled me with deeper resentment, than any other at the Isle of Ely, in Cambridgeshire, under a guard circumstance. And, oh! how I despise the wretches who of foreign soldiers-of Hanoverians! and COBBETT talk of my vindictiveness; of my exultation at the condenounced the infamy in the generous spirit of a fusion of those who inflicted those sufferings! How I defree-born Englishman, and with warmth of lan- spise the base creatures, the crawling slaves, the callous and guage not certainly not-unsuitable to the atro-souls!) at my expressions of joy, and at the death of Gibbs, cowardly hypocrites, who affect to be shocked' (tender city of the transaction. After being tortured, for Ellenborough, Perceval, Liverpool, Canning, and the rest many months, by the minions of Government for of the tribe that I have already seen out, and at the fatal the time being, he was brought to trial, sentenced workings of that system, for endeavouring to check which to two years imprisonment in Newgate, to pay a I was thus punished? How I despise these wretches, and fine of a thousand pounds to the King, and be held how I, above all things, enjoy their ruin, and anticipate their utter beggary! What! I am to forgive, am I, into bail for seven years, under heavy penalties. juries like this; and that, too, without any atonement? This was, no doubt of it, intended to annihilate Oh, no! I have not so read the Holy Scriptures; I have the offender; and it did injure him very deeply, not, from them, learned that I am not to rejoice at the fall and would for ever have ruined any man of less bo-able to tell millions of men that I do thus rejoice, and of unjust foes; and it makes a part of my happiness to be dily and intellectual enegy. Among its other effects, that I have the means of calling on so many just and werthis excessive punishment converted a hearty, honest ciful men to rejoice along with me." hater, into an exasperated and furious one. With an exultation almost fiendish in the eyes of some sober Scotch Christians, Mr. COBBETT has, ever since, exulted in the discomfiture or misery of his persecutors of those days-and not on public, but, avowedly, on private and personal grounds. His expressions of triumph over Lord Castlereagh's suicide can never be forgotten. In America, to which he retired from another storm, he says, "I am happy to tell you, that Ellenborough and Gibbs have retired! Ill health is the pretence. I never In Newgate, Mr. COBBETT, to be free of jail society, at the monstrous expense of twelve guineas a-week, hired apartments in the keeper's house, kept some of his elder children with him, and maintained a constant intercourse, by letter, with his family. A hamper, with a lock and two keys, was always upon the road, coming or going, "It brought me a journal of labours, proceedings, and occurrences, written on paper of shape and size uniform, The journal used, when my son was the writer, to be inand so contrived, as to margins, as to admit of binding. terspersed with drawings of our dogs, colts, or any thing that he wanted me to have a correct idea of. The hamper sive degree in every paper he has written,-COBBETT brought me plants, bulbs, and the like, that I might see has done the State, not the Government, some serthe size of them; and always every one sent his or her vice. The Manchester Massacre, the Trial of the most beautiful flowers; the earliest violets, and primroses, and cowslips, and blue-bells; the earliest twigs of trees: Queen, Ireland, the Currency Question, Tithes, and, in short, every thing that they thought calculated to and many other topics of passing interest, have delight me. The moment the hamper arrived, I, casting been his themes in these years, during which, howaside every thing else, set to work to answer every ques-ever, his influence and reputation seemed to lantion, to give new directions, and to add anything likely to give pleasure at Botley. Every hamper brought one "let-guish; till the Reform Bill, and all that hung on ter," as they called it, if not more, from every child; and it, restored him in his original force. The readers to every letter, I wrote an answer, sealed up and sent to of COBBETT, or any who ever heard of his name, the party, being sure that that was the way to produce need not be told of his detestation of the estaother and better letters; for, though they could not read blished clergy. In the war of man and yeoman what I wrote, and though their own consisted at first of mere scratches, and afterwards, for a while, of a few words against priest, the side which the Farnham boy written down for them to imitate, I always thanked them would take, could not be doubtful. He likewise for their pretty letter;' and never expressed any wish makes war to the knife's point with Dr. Malthus to see them write better; but took care to write in a very and the political economists-"The Scotch feeloneat and plain hand myself, and to do up my letter in a sophers," as he contemptuously names them; and very neat manner. there are many, even among the Scotch, who think he has often the best of it. The Jews, or great capitalists, whether nominally Jew or Chris. tian, are also especial objects of his hatred :—so are the Whigs as a party, and his brother journalists in general; and all and each he abuses in a style which might have excited the envy of a sculler on the Thames some fifty years back. His run. ning a-muck at the greatest names in English literature, his extravagant euloguims on hog's flesh, and furious crusade against potatoes, his contempt of our own "filthy, lick-spittle, itchcovered nation,' "* and other eccentricities, and perhaps affectations, are more amusing than any thing else. Besides, Mr. COBBETT has often told us, he in his heart thinks handsomely of us Scotch, though he occasionally indulges in a little coarse in. vective at our expense; and we believe he does, and think handsomely, and moreover justly of him; allow that some of his censures are deserved, laugh at the rest, and thus, in disappointing his humour, "Thus, while the ferocious tigers thought I was doomed to incessant mortification, and to rage that must extinguish my mental powers, I found in my children, and in their spotless, and courageous, and most affectionate mother, delights to which the callous hearts of those tigers were strangers. Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid.' How often did this line of Pope occur to me when I opened the little spuddling 'letters' from Botley? This correspondence occupied a good part of my time: I had all the children with me, turn and turn about; and, in order to give the boys exercise, and to give the two eldest an opportunity of beginning to learn French, I used, for a part of the two years, to send them a few hours of the day to an Abbe, who lived in Castle Street, Holborn. All this was a great relaxation to my mind; and, when I had to return to my literary labours, I returned fresh and cheerful, full of vigour, and full of hope, of finally seeing my unjust and merciless foes at my feet, and that, too, without caring a straw on whom their fall might bring calamity, so that my own family were safe; because, say what any one might, the community, taken as a whole, had suffered this thing to be done unto us." Into the merits of Pregnant words these-and plainly spoken. Evil times again drew on ; and COBBETT had not yet recovered the ruinous effects of his long imprisonment. He had quarrelled with his friend, Sir Francis Burdett; the Crown-lawyers and stamp-officers were ever on the watch to pounce upon him; and, tired of longer maintaining the vexatious strife, he sought, in America, an asylum from an arbitrary government. the case, between him and Sir Francis Burdett, we do not intend to enter; but Mr. COBBETT has had close opportunities of looking into the character of the Baronet, and subsequent events rather go to confirm parts of his report. Be this as it may, COBBETT's sophisms and moral fallacies, in the affair of the debt, shocked and alienated many of his ad.. mirers in England. He may, indeed, have taken new ground, but he has certainly never fully recovered what he lost then. In America COBBETT continued as active and indefatigable as ever, and employed his time to good purpose; but his heart, his hopes, and, we may add, his interest, pointed back to England. His flight was, on the whole, a rash step; and he came home lowered in popularity. In the subsequent years, though from this time vanity, which is at times perfectly ludicrous, egotism, and personal resentments, mingle to an offen secure our revenge. Whatever difference of opinion may exist on some points of Mr. COBBETT's character, as a benefactor of his country, there are others on which all, but the most bigoted and narrow-minded, will cordially agree. He has given an interesting and helpless class of the population a new branch of industry-Cobbett's Plat; and even if his Cornt The Scotsman thinks it will be necessary for us to wear gloves before we venture to put forth the right hand of fellowship to Mr. Cobbett, when he visits us. We believe he has now got over his dread of cutaneous con tagion. The SCHOOLMASTER may not at all times be suffi ciently full and explicit for the younger pupils, or those of the lower forms. It may therefore be proper to explain here, that Cobbett's Plat is plat for working ladies' bonnets, the same as those called Tuscan, or Leghorn, and is Cobbett discovered the proper kind of straw, or rather grass, now extensively made by young females in this country. and also its proper mode of culture, and in fact created this useful branch of home manufacture. Cobbett's corn is the maize, or Indian corn, grown in America and other places, which he has zealously attempted to naturalize in Britain, In some seasons fine specimens of this beautiful plant have been produced, but on the whole the experiment has not succeeded, though no one can foretell what careful acclimation may yet do. should not succeed, and we trust it may,-we owe "It was at a county meeting in Hampshire. his vigilance and patriotism gratitude for the at- **** He is perhaps the very man whom I would tempt to introduce it. He has given us several excel- select from all I have ever seen, if I wished to show lent elementary works on education-his GRAMMAR a foreigner the beau-ideal of an English yeoman. especially ;—and a valuable treatise on household He was then, I suppose, at least fifty, but plump economy, (Cobbett's Cottage Economy;) and in and fresh as possible. His hair was worn smooth the ADVICE TO YOUNG MEN, with certain trifling on his forehead, and displayed a few curls, nutallowances, a manual of sound practical sense, brown then, but probably greyish by this time, and of philosophy bearing on the daily business about his ears. There is something very stately and important relations of social life. These are not about his step and port; at least, there was so in trifling benefits, nor have they been thanklessly those days. You could see the sergeant blended received. These, however, may not be considered by with the farmer in every motion of his body. His Mr. COBBETT's admirers as his most important works. eye is small, grey, quiet and good tempered-perWe have his RESIDENCE IN AMERICA, a book full fectly mild. You say, 'There is a sweet old boy of interest and beauty; and his RURAL RIDES, the butter would not melt in his mouth.' He was production which makes us most in love with dressed, the day I saw him, in brown coat, the writer, of all the volumes he has published, waistcoat and breeches, all of the same piece,—a work intensely and beautifully English.- a scarlet under-waistcoat, a drab greatcoat hang"When I was a very little boy," says Cobbett, ing wide, and fastened before by a flying strap,' "I was, in the barley-sowing season, going top-boots of a true work-like pattern, and not new, along by the side of a field near WAVERLEY but well cleaned, (another relic probably of his Abbey; the primroses and blue-bells* bespangling the banks on both sides of me; a thousand linnets singing in a spreading oak over my head, while the jingle of the traces, and the whistling of the ploughboys saluted my ear from over the hedge; and as it were to snatch me from the enchantment, the hounds, at that instant, having started a hare in the hanger (our Scottish shaw) on the other side of the field, came up scampering over it in full cry, taking me after Having entered a shaft, in this rich mine, we them many a mile I was not then eight years shall probably work it a little deeper. COBBETT, on old." This was the very man to take, and to de- the points of a good wife,-on training children, scribe RURAL RIDES in England.-Mr. Cobbett and also pigs,―on baking, brewing, "kettle-slops," has written a bulky work, which has made him" tea-tackle," education, literature, and the forvery popular with the Catholics. It contains much that is true, and much that is strong; but must, nevertheless, be received cum grano salis.† camp habits); he had strong grey worsted gloves and a stout ash plant in his hand. If he had not been pointed out to me by one who knew him, I should probably have passed him over as one of the innocent bacon-eaters of the New Forest; but when I knew that it was COBBETT, you may believe I did not allow his placid, easy eye and smile, to take me in." mation of manly and independent character, is quite the writer for the SCHOOLMASTER. LORD BROUGHAM AND VAUX. Some of the newspapers have got a custom of late of twitting the Lord Chancellor with the assumption of airs of aristocracy and of high birth-or claims of high descent. However this absurdity is attached to his name, it assuredly belongs not to the man. At his election dinner, when, so honourably chosen for Yorkshire, two years Mr. COBBETT, who is now upwards of 66, enjoys a vigorous and robust green old age, and appears to take and court exertion as freely as when twenty years younger. From a political tournament, held at Birmingham, in which his antagonist was Mr. Attwood, he comes among us like a giant refreshed with mighty ale. For the particulars of this passageof-arms, we must of course refer to the newspa-ago-so it is no news now-Mr. Brougham, among the pers-we dare not meddle with it. many patriotic and grateful sentiments expressed in his There have been innumerable likenesses and cari- speech of thanks, adverted to himself in the following catures of this remarkable man-pencil, and pen- terms: "Though I have been in courts often, and in and-ink sketches. Of his appearance now, many senates, and in malls, and in assemblies of all kinds, I of our readers will be able to judge for themselves; never was in one, not only where I was so much pleased, of how he looked some dozen or more years back, but where I felt it so difficult to account for my being there, as I do on the present occasion; and the more I con they may form some notion from the subjoined por-sider of it, the more I am puzzled and perplexed. Gentlemen, trait, which we confidently ascribe to a high Tory writer whom COBBETT seems absolutely to fascinate, and one of the most eminent and gifted of their number, Mr. JOHN LOCKHART, of the Quarterly Review. • To Scotch readers who understand wild flowers, this may seem impossible. The blue-bell and primrose do not blossom at the same season; but our wild blue hyacinth is the blue-bell of the English banks. A whole peck.-Editor. there are three principal grounds on which persons who as pire to the representation of a county usually rely-high birth, extensive landed possessions, and great local and perI am totally destitute. I have no property in this county sonal influence. Now of all these, the usual causes of success, —and not much anywhere; I have no sort of aristocratic pretensions, though my forefathers ranked in the class of esquires, and I myself am of that class; I am totally without patronage; and have no local influence in the county whatever; nay, I am not even a Yorkshireman, and what is more, I am not likely ever to become one," &c. &c. &c. This should surely clear his lordship. |