"UBI MEL, IBI MUSCA." No. 7-NEW SERIES.] SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 16. [TWOPENCE. Every purchaser of this number of "THE FLY," is entitled to an exquisitely-executed Lithographic PRINT of " A SUDDEN SQUALL," which is presented gratuitously.—[A similar print with every number.] THE TWO EXISTENCES. "Look on this picture, and on that." SHAKSPEARE. (For the FLY.) Jules de Monthieu is a man of fashion: some superficial acquirements joined to a good education, frank and easy manners, with a knowledge of the world, all these make him a most agreeable acquisition to a party. Invitations consequently pour in upon him. He would be the first subject in any theatre royal; or, as an author of memoirs of contemporary men, no one is so well qualified, could he only infuse somewhat more energy into his nature, and a trifle more heart into his subject. His knowledge of life makes him acquainted with every body, and not unfrequently the same night finds him doomed to a party at Boston in the Marais—a petite soiree in the Faubourg St. Germain, and some hours later to a quartette at punch in the Chaussee d'Antin. See him traverse the boulevart in his light buggy. He receives a token of homage from the merchant who is engaged on his business, an aillade (or significant glance) from the wife of an agent of Change, and a cordial salute from an old duke leisurely jogging to the Chamber of Peers. How many persons envy Jules his existence! How much his celebrity would please them! What delight in being remarked at the balcony of a playhouse! To hear a buzz of applause whenever they enter a room! Again, to see mercantile notables, financiers, and even the real nobility disputing their presence! But follow Monthieu home to his dwelling; the scene is changed. An insupportable ennui haunts him like an evil genius. The charms and flattery of society, spectacles, balls, fetes, all have ended in ennui, He throws himself listlessly into an easy chair-alas! no rest for him; he finds himself a prey to inquietude and sadness. His energies have left him; he has squandered his faculties on the beau monde, and has made robbery of himself, so to speak, in order to gratify others. For him once so fresh and joyous, life has no more pleasures; all within is chaos and confusion, for the mind has lost its springs of action. In the same house overhead the apartments are occupied by another person of the same time of life. Fortune smiles but little upon him. He only quits his daily and peaceful habits occasionally to take a modest dinner with a college friend; to give his opinion, it may be a critique, on some new piece, or to supply an article for a daily journal. Do not imagine, however, that he is not in request with persons of consequence. He is acquainted with many of those that the state possesses of the greatest eminence; and there is no man of genius of the day of whom he is not the friend and admirer. In arts, science, and literature, he is united with most of those that have credit and favour with the public; he profits by their meditations, weighs their opinions, examines their systems, approves or criticises their suggestions. On the same evening he smiles at the epigrams of one, he is warmed by the enthusiasm of another, and is animated and excited by the genius of a third. He, too, has his societies. He may be seen in frequent attendance on that young and graceful orator, whose brilliant and solid discourses attract and fix the attention of his crowded auditory-that spiritualised and amiable academician, whose lessons of taste have won for him fame and emolument in the good cause of which he is at once the teacher and the model-that savant so full of energetic feeling, whose tenets, pure and practical, have made him a worthy instructor of a people! All those men, in fact, who pour the riches of their mind upon the friends of study, arts, and John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court, Fleet-street. science. Our new acquaintance has again returned to his home. What delight he feels in the recollection of all that has agreeably or intellectually been received into his thoughts, or engraven upon his heart! How rapidly does his winter evenings pass! What sources of pleasure spring from his mind! He feels that he lives; his faculties are expanded; his soul is feelingly alive and excited; he has filled that high and sublime distinction which Providence imposed upon man when he gave him the birthright of "thought." Now, of these two existences, which would the reader choose? Hah! are we masters of our tastes, of our inborn faculties, of our real and social position? How many projects at our uprising which the day has utterly confounded! In youth, the seductions of love and pleasure win us by their irresistible influence. The projects of reason, the duties of society, the laws of an austere morality, are they not often the sport of a look, caprice, or whim? Later in life, ambition, cupidity, and love of riches, place under our heads their iron hands, and snatch from us those illusions which dazzled and made captives of us in our youth. Age arrives: how soon, alas! Cold and sorrowful, we are just permitted to cast around us a few disenchanted glances-happy then if in failure of that after time (which is not for us to inherit here) we may, on looking to the past, derive this consolation-that, if we have done "no service to the state," our sojourn upon earth has not been quite useless to our species. F. E. Popularity disarms envy in well-disposed minds. Those are ever the most ready to do justice to others, who feel that the world has done them justice. When success has not this effect in opening the mind, it is a a sure sign that it has been ill deserved.— Hazlitt. THE DEAD LAMB. The shepherd saunters last-but why Swung in his careless hand, she sees But yesterday, no happier dam Ranged o'er those pastures wide It was a new-born thing: the rain But the young lamb was dead. Yet the poor mother's fond distress To shield, with sleepless tenderness, Round it, all night, she gathered warm proved to be a she bear and her two cubs; In spite of their arrogant air! But flies from his sight, by day and by night, For he dreads their jeers of his asinine ears, When he lies in his lair, what animal there, If thence by the lion pursued. The boldest and strongest fly, When he puts forth his might, and maintains So But one dash of its pen can humble such men, (For the FLY.) It would have drawn tears of pity from any but unfeeling minds to mark the affectionate Was drenched and cold. Morn came again, concern expressed by this poor beast in the last moments of her expiring young. Though she was sorely wounded, and could but just crawl to the place where they lay, she carried the lump of flesh which she had fetched away, and placed it before them. Seeing that they refused to eat, she laid her paws first upon one, and then upon the other, and endeavoured to raise them up. It was pitiful to hear her moan. When she found she could not stir NEW USE FOR QUILTED NIGHTCAPS. them, she went off; and, stopping when she had gotten to some distance, she looked back and moaned. When she found that she could not entice them away, she returned, and smelling around them began to lick their wounds. She went off a second time as before; and, having crawled a few paces, looked again behind her, and for some time stood moaning. But still her cubs not rising to follow her, she returned to them again, and, with signs of inexpressible fondness, went round one, and round the other, pawing them and moaning. Finding at last that they were cold and lifeless, she raised her head towards the ship, and growled at the murderers, who then shot her with a volley of musket-balls. She fell between her cubs, and died licking their wounds. She saw it dead-she felt, she knew It lay before her stiff and cold, Moving, with still reverted face, All would not do, when all was tried, So quietly by its dead side, THE WHITE BEAR. The white bear of Greenland and Spitzbergen is considerably larger than the brown bear of Europe, or the black bear of North America. This animal lives upon fish and seals, and is seen not only upon land in the countries bordering on the North Pole, but often upon floats of ice several leagues at sea. The following relation is extracted from the "Journal of a Voyage for making Discoveries towards the North Pole:" Early in the morning, the man at the masthead gave notice that three bears were making their way very fast over the ice, and that they were directing their course towards the ship. They had, without question, been invited by the scent of the blubber of a seahorse, killed a few days before, which the men had set on fire, and which was burning on the ice at the time of their approach. They THE LION. One Monsieur de P., a resident of a town in the department of the North, not material to name, was in the habit of paying frequent visits to a stranger, who had fixed his abode in that quarter. He was a person of rank, and kept open house. This gentleman and his friends, growing tired of the small talk and twaddle of M. de P., it was proposed that each should furnish himself with a white cotton nightcap, to draw over his head when the troublesome guest should annoy them. The plan was agreed to, and by this means the party were proof to the long-winded stories and trifling of M. de P. Twice did the Frenchman visit the stranger, and twice at the end of an hour were the heads of the company enveloped in quilting and cotton; for such was the order. It was a dolorous looking party, 'fore Gad, and seemed only await In the forest he prowls, where the hyena ing the hangman. Now, what do you think M. de P. did? You might guess for a month, and not hit it. Why he, too, came with his bonnet de nuit in his pocket, without any surmise or misgiving, and drawing it over his pate like the rest, was more at his ease than any one else. The good man imagined it was a fashion just imported to France by the stranger, so he thought it good taste to adopt it. MORAL. On ne se connois jamais soimeme. And I question if Mason, with his knowledge Mildness of the Season. On Wednesday morning last early, in a garden at Peckham, a couple of robins were singing with all the lustihood of Midsummer. WILL NOTHING LOVE ME?" (Continued from page 23.) Miss Garvan was standing-her eye angry —her cheek flushed her whole mien disordered. Notwithstanding the sanguine temperament of our friend in black, he felt his heart fail him; but he remembered the expression that had so much touched him, "Will nothing love me ?" and it seemed to him like a key to her character; so he began hoping again. In fact, it would have been impossible for him to have survived more than five minutes of despair; he had such a trick in his character of always hoping the best. Miss Garvan's countenance was by no means encouraging: he was in some measure confederate with the luckless dog who had so heinously provoked her displeasure; but after a moment or two passed in mutual observation, filled up by a sort of side-play on the part of our friend in black, a certain kind and urbane expression in his countenance, and a sort of gentle gentlemanliness in his deportment, seemed rather to mollify her nature, and she motioned him to a seat, but seeing that he demurred to take one whilst she remained standing, she condescended to place herself very uneasily in an easy chair, and desired to know the purport of his visit. Whereupon the gentleman in black commenced his tale of grievances. Now, it was a curious fact, that, although he had taken his journey from London to Bath for the express purpose of laying his complaint against the tyrannous steward at the feet of his mistress, yet when he was actually in her presence, he passed over all the obnoxious part of that steward's conduct, and contented himself with relating his dilemma, and urgently requesting a little time to enable him to arrange his affairs. While Miss Garvan listened, her attitude lost its stiffness, and she sank back in her easy chair. There was a little pause after our poor friend in black had finished his narrative, and then she asked, "Did my steward authorise your application to myself?" "He did not, madam." "Did he encourage it ?" "He did not even encourage it." "And did you take this journey on the bare possibility of finding me more accommodating than my steward ?" "I was earnest, sanguine, confident in your kindness." 44 Kindness!" repeated Miss Garvar. with some bitterness; pray, sir, had you heard any character of me in London ?" The gentleman in black blushed crimson deep: "he could not deny that he had heard Miss Garvan's character spoken of." “And against ?" said the lady with some scorn: "nay, you need not deny it. And since you have arrived in our neighbourhood, doubtless you have made other inquiries ?" The poor gentleman in black was getting dreadfully embarrassed. "And you have seen that I can be vindictive and angry even with my dog. You know that from your own observation; and now tell me, with all these deterring marks of my unkind-turned long before our poor hero had arranged ness of heart, how you can have the temerity his ideas, bearing in her hand an unsealed to ask favours at my hands?" "I will answer you frankly," replied Mr. Meredith; "all that I had heard of you I believed to be exaggerated; and what I have seen this morning only convinces me that a wounded sensibility takes the semblance of unkindness; that it is the very tenderness of your nature which makes you so easily wounded." "And this is your opinion of me?" said the lady. "It is," replied the gentleman; "and since I first met with you this morning, and became the unfortunate occasion of your displeasure with your dog, I have done nothing but grieve that you should not have more worthy objects for such rich affections." "Where are they to be found?" half murmured Miss Garvan. We cannot of course tell of what the lady was thinking, but certainly a rich blush overpowered the sallow hue of her complexion. We suppose that there must be something contagious in blushing, for the infusion spread over the face of her visitor. We imagine it to have been some sudden twinge that caused the flush, and that prevented him from offering himself as a proper object for the lady's affections. Being very modest, he only gently said he wished his own five dear children were near enough to her, both in place and relationship, to receive and to return her love. The lady blushed more deeply still; she was actually embarrassed. Then came a little pause, and then natural feeling triumphed. When the heart is full of one subject, a word even from a stranger often proves the key to unlock its fulness. In the saddest tone iniaginable the lady said, "Nothing will ever love me! My relations, my friends, my servants, are all unkind, ungrateful, unfaithful!" "Will you permit me," said our friend in black, "to ask you one question ?" "Ask it," replied the lady. "Do you love them ?" The lady was startled, but after a moment's pause she said, "I do not." "Then forgive me if I say that you must not hope for their affections. Love always anticipates its own return." letter. "You will do me a favour," she said, "if you will drop this into the post. I have left it unsealed, because I wish you to read what I have written-nay, no thanks." The thoughts of our poor friend in black. outran her words. The letter which she held in her hand was directed to that odious Renchall; he knew in a moment that it was written for his sake, and in an emotion of gratitude would have kissed the hand that presented it. A slight remnant of common sense interposed in time to check him, however, but not before Miss Garvan had seen the impulse. "Do not forget that I shall expect you at five," said the lady. "I could as soon forget my own existence," said the gentleman. There was a pause. The lady evidently expected the gentleman to go, but he lingered. "There is something more that you would ask me ?" said the lady. "Your little Mignon," said the gentleman, "paid me the compliment of a sudden affection, and I should be ungrateful to leave him under his lady's displeasure without a single intercession." "I suppose I must forgive Mignon her sudden passion for you," said the lady with a smile, but now she is yours." I cannot resume my gift; however, I will take care of her for you." No sooner had the gentleman in black fairly emerged from Miss Garvan's residence, than he availed himself of her permission to read the epistle entrusted to his charge. It was a short peremptory command to withdraw every legal proceeding against any of her tenants instantly on the receipt of that letter, but making Mr. Mered th's the most immediate. The gentleman in black, with a grateful emotion, turned his eyes towards the mansion he had just left. The sun was dancing on the windows-the birds were singing the breeze was sighing, and our friend sighed too, though his heart was full of kindly aspirations for the happiness of the lady who dwelt therein. Our readers may be quite sure that the gentleman in black was punctual to his appointment. He found Miss Garvan dressed both in smiles and a very becoming cap-her complexion many shades brighter, and looking full ten years younger. How we wish that we had room to tell all that the gentleman looked and Positively the gentleman in black felt his said on the strength of two or three glasses of heart beat at this gracious invitation; he pro-wine, and all that the lady thought and felt. fessed his grateful willingness. Does it ?" replied the lady, with another blush; "well, I will think of what you say, and in the mean time, as I presume you are disengaged. will you dine with me at five ?" "And perhaps you will also execute a little commission for me in the town, and allow me five minutes to prepare it." To both of these clauses Mr. Meredith politely assented. But no, we have filled as many of the leaves of this book as we dare venture to appropriate, so we must omit all the gallantry of the wine and walnuts, and merely state the matter of business which the lady and the gentleman contrived to arrange just before they separated So the lady left the room, and our hero em- at night. It was only this, that, as the genployed the short term of her absence in pon-tleman had been accustomed to India House dering over all that had passed. The all-im- accounts, he must of course understand farmportant object of his journey was yet unde-ing accounts; and that, therefore, he would be cided, but he felt that he could not again an excellent person to investigate the books allude to it no, though beggary, were the both of her town and country stewards, and consequence. that he should enter on this office the very Miss Garvan's absence was short; she re-next day. Six weeks after this dinner the gentleman in-no, not in black-he had on a blue coat with gold buttons-was rolling along the London road in a handsome dark green travelling carriage, with a lady seated by his side, dressed in a white bonnet, a rich blond fall, and a few little orange blossoms. We are particular in these things, because they may serve to elucidate the free and easy sort of style in which they took the liberty of addressing each other. "Do put Mignon down," said the lady, "I am jealous of him." But I am grateful to Mignon," replied the gentleman, "because he first introduced me to you; if Mignon had not excited your feelings, perhaps I might never have known them.' "And then?" said the lady with a fond, foolish smile, such as silly women are particularly liable to bestow on their husbands. Why then I should have gone back after a bootless errand, and a miserable wretch into the bargain, instead of the happy fellow you And could I have known what I should have lost, what a far more miserable wretch have made me." I should have been !" thinking that the world will say it was my "I do! I do!" exclaimed the gentleman, We verily believe there was a tear in the corner of his eye, but we suppose we must be wrong, because we know that there was a smile upon his lips. Just at that moment the carriage stopped at the identical door which the poor gentleman Lord Castlereagh and his Duel.—“ We are glad to learn," says a contemporary, "that Lord Castlereagh has completely recovered from his wrist wound, received in the duel with M. Melci, by a steady use of Holloway's Ointment." And we have much pleasure in recording that also in glandular complaints, gout, rheumatism, paralysis, scrofula, and cancer, this ointment is a truly admirable application. BLAIR'S GOUT BHEUMATIC PILLS and RHEUMATIC PILLS. Cure of Rheumatism, of Forty Years' standing, at Malmsbury, Wilts. (To Mr. Prout, 229, Strand, London.) had left six weeks before. The children were at the windows straining their little necks Sir, I feel that I am performing a duty to ac which should see them first; and there he was knowledge publicly the very great benefit which I there was papa; and he had brought them matic Pills, after having been afflicted with Rheuhave derived from taking Blair's Gout and Rbeuall, and more than all, that he had promised-matism in my left hip, thigh, shoulders, bead, and two sacks of pears, and two half dozens of arms for forty years-for a long period the pain was new frocks, and the very identical Italian so great that I frequently started up in bed-in fact, greyhound, and a new mamma, who began to for seven years before taking Blair's Pills, I had "I should have lost," interrupted the gen- love them directly with all her heart, and they little or no rest night or day, although I had the tleman, "the kindest heart that ever beat loved her in return fondly and fervently: in- best medical advice, both in and out of the army. within human bosom, and all that that kind deed so did every body except the cross serI now am happy to say that I am free from this heart delights to bestow-but which I am almost ashamed to mention-I should have lost vant, but the more cross the cross servant painful disease, and have been so for three months. the gifts of her unlimited generosity, afflu- grew the kinder grew the lady, so that by the These Pills were recommended to me by my brother in Bath, who has been cured by them of Gout and ence, respectability, and a mother for my chil-time the whole family returned to the country, Rheumatism of long standing, and advised me to which was as soon as ever the gentleman out lose no time in applying for them to your agent, Mr. found not the least difficulty in doing, now after taking five boxes am completely cured. Wit of black could arrange his affairs-and that he Walker, druggist, Malmsbury, which I did, and that he had plenty of money-by the time, we ness my hand this 22d of February, 1838, say, that they had all got back into the country, made them all so happy, and brought them to why the cross servant loved the lady who had such a beautiful home, as well as she could love any thing in the world. dren." "And I should have lost," interrupted the lady in her turn, "the only heart that had kindness enough to think kindly of mine. Indeed and indeed you must have been made to snatch me out of the dreadful pit I was so industriously digging for myself. That very hopefulness and trustfulness of your nature shamed me out of the narrowness and suspicion of mine. The virtues of your character serve to neutralise and counterbalance the sins HENRY WILKINSON, Upwards of 17 years of the Royal Marines. Mr. Walker, chemist, Malmsbury, will testify respecting the authenticity of this letter. 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It was flattery to come all the way from town to ask a favour at my hands, when you had heard me stigmatised as all that was unwomanly and unfeeling-flattery still to ask it when you saw me passionate and cruel; and flattery, more than all, to dare to speak the truth to me. This was the way you won me: now shall I tell you how I won you ?" POWDER. WARRANTED NOT TO WEAR THE PLATE. This article instantaneously cleans all kinds of tarnish or rust, and, as if by magic, produces a most inimitable polish upon Gold, Silver, Plated Goods, Brass, Tin, and Copper, and makes British Plate, Zinc, or Pewter, look equal to the best Silver. 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From many of the highest branches of the nobility to the poorest peasant, they have happily been the means of giving a degree of health and comfort which in most cases have not been enjoyed for years; they effectually relieve the most acute fit of Gout in a few hours, and seldom fail to enable the patient to resume his usual avocation in 2 or 3 days, and if taken on the first symptoms, the patient is frequently left in doubt as to the reality of the attack. And there is another most important effect belonging to this Medicine-that it prevents the disease flying to the brain, stomach, or other vital part. Sold by Thomas Prout, 229, Strand, London; cine venders throughout the United Kingdom. and by his appointment by all respectable medi Price 23. 9d. per box. Ask for Blair's Gout and Rheumatic Pills; and observe the name and address of "Thomas Prout, 229, Strand, London," impressed upon the Govern ment Stamp, affixed to each box of the genuine medicine. He who exercises a constant independence of spirit, and yet seldom gives offence by the Published for JAMES GLOVER, at Water-lane, The gentleman's face flushed over. freedom of his opinions, may be presumed to "Ah!" she hastily resumed, "you are have a well-regulated mind. Fleet-street. John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court, 72, Fleet-street. |