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While the poor spoon, her husband, troop, we hate to balk young people; looks on, with the white of his eyes and as even now a walking-stick chair turned up as if he were sea sick, and is generally carried along for our behis hands dangle dangle on his thighs hoof, we seldom or never remain at as if he were trying to lift his own home when all the rest of the party legs. See how he ducks to the lady trudge off to some “ bushy bourne or of the house, and simpers across the mossy dell.” On these occasions how fire-place to his wife, who by this infinitely superior the female is to the time is giving a most spirited account male part of the species ! The ladies, of the state of roads, and the civility in a quarter of an hour after the propoof the postilions near the Borders. sal of the ploy, appear all in readiness

Is a man little ? Let him always, to start, each with her walking-shoes if possible, stoop. We are sometimes and parasol, with a smart reticule dangtempted to lay sprawling in the mud ling from her wrist. The gentlemen, fellows of from five feet to five feet on the other hand, set off with their eight, who carry the back of their great heavy Wellingtons, which, after heads on the extreme summit of their walking half a mile, pinch them at the back-bone, and gape up to heaven as toe, and make the pleasure-excursion if they scorned the very ground. Let confine them to the house for weeks. no little man wear iron heels. When Then some fool, the first gate or stile we visit a friend of ours in Queen we come to, is sure to shew off his Street we are disturbed from our la- vaulting, and upsets himself in the bors of conversation by a sound which ditch on the opposite side, instead of resembles the well-timed marching of a going quietly over and helping the file of infantry or a troop of dismount- damosels across. And then, if he ed dragoons. We hobble as fast as does attempt the polite, how awkwardpossible to the window, and are sure ly the monster makes the attempt ! to see some chappie of about five feet We come to a narrow ditch with a high stumping on the pavement with plank across it-He goes only half his most properly named cuddy-heels; way, and, standing in the middle of and we stake our credit, we never yet the plank, stretches out his hand and heard a similar clatter from any of his pulls the unsuspecting maiden so forMajesty's subjects of a rational and cibly, that before he has time to get gentlemanly height-We mean from out of the way, the impetus his own five feet eleven (our own height) up tug has produced, precipitates them to six feet three.

both among the hemlock and nettles, Is a man tall ? let him never wear which, you may lay it down as a gena surtout. It is the most unnatural, eral rule, are to be found at the thorand therefore the most awkward oughfares in every field. dress that ever was invented. On a Long, long ago, (and the mists of tall man, if he be thin, it appears like thirty years are listed from our retroa cossack-trowser on a stick leg; if it spective vision as we speak,) we went be buttoned, it makes his leanness and with a party of amiable girls to see lankness still more appalling and ab one of the grandest objects in Engsurd ; if it be open, it appears to be land. Shall we forget the sunny day no part of his costume, and leads us which lighted us merrily over valley to suppose that some elongated habit- and plain, till we entered at last on maker is giving us a specimen of that the magnificent defiles of the Cheddar rare bird, the flying taylor.

Cliffs, in Somersetshire ?-Never ! We go on a visit to the country for We still, with the minuteness of a few days, and the neighborhood is which, as we look at our diminished famous for its beautiful prospects. legs-- which are at this moment Though, for our own individual share, swathed in flannel-we halfWe would rather go to the catacombs ashamed, remember the fawn-colored alone, than to a splendid view in a pelisse, and white straw bonnet, of a

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young and beautiful maiden of the He was the most enormous eater we party. We remember the beauties of ever encountered in our life. Could her flexible form, and the moving such a being, after swallowing two lights which danced across her coun- pounds of mutton, fourteen potatoes, tenance as she spoke, and still more three rounds of bread, two quarts of the bright wild innocence which seal- beer, besides pudding and cheese, dare ed Love's seal upon her downy to hint a syllable of love towards any cheek, whene’er her soft sweet lips thing but a Southdown sheep? Could were curled into a smile.

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he have soothed thy young heart in its went, the maiden and ourself, and lonely, and perhaps its melancholy what we talked of, or if we talked at thoughts, as we could have done ? all, we do not remember, or at least Could he have looked into the blue we have no inclination to reveal. As recesses of thy rich deep eyes, and we wandered up the pass, and the forgotten every thing but gratitude to gradual winding of the ascent brought Heaven for having bestowed on him a us every instant into view of some creature so pure, so beautiful ? Could more sublime and grander aspect of he have wandered into the calm solithe scene, our conversation became tudes, by the side of some romantic less sustained, till when we came to burn, and pulled the long blue bells the middle of the steep, where on wet with the spray of the dashing each side of us rose, “in wild and linn, and twined them in thine auburn stern magnificence,” the grand and hair, and rested beside thee with a rugged crags, with their rude projec- sweet and chastened affection, and tions clothed in brushwood, and mel- read to thee “ through the lang simlowed by the warm tints of the noon mer day,” on some heathery knowe, day sun, we should have thought it far from the noisy and observing a profanation of nature's holiest mys- world—a world within yourselves ? teries, if we had uttered one word Oh, no! But thou, Honora! thou art even of admiration to the mute and the mother, we hear, of nine boys and interesting girl who rested on our arm. girls, while we are slowly recovering The hawk poised himself on his broad from a four month's fit of the gout ! and moveless wing, far up within the Love, when successful, is well shadow of a beetling cliff, and then enough, and perhaps it has treasures dashed into the sunshine and away! a of its own to compensate for its injoyous and delighted thing, down the conveniences; but a more miserable windings of the mountain. The wild situation than that of an unhappy inpigeon, too, came sailing with a flood dividual before the altar, it is not in of light upon his wings, and circling the heart of man to conceive. First for a moment round a jutting ledge, of all, you are marched with a solitafolded his pinions on that desolate ry male companion up the long aisle, pinnacle, and brought to our fancy, which on this occasion appears absoamid all the wildness and majesty of lutely interminable; then you meet the scene, thoughts, humbler and your future partner dressed out in more gentle, of the quiet cottage in satin and white ribbons, whom you the far-off land which had been the are sure to meet in gingham gowns or shelter of our hoyhood, and which, calico prints, every morning of your with such a companion as we then life ever after. There she is, suppossessed, might be the no less fondly ported by her old father, decked out cherished shelter of our age. Yes, in his old-fashioned brown coat, wi young and beautiful Honora! even wig of the same color, beautifully reamid the sternness of Nature's works, lieving the burning redness of his our heart was softened by thy calm huge projecting ears; and the mother, and lovely smile! But what you puffed up like an overgrown bolster, could see in that thin-necked curate, encouraging the trembling girl, and it passes our comprehension to divine. joining her maiden aunts of full fifty

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years, in telling her to take courage, husband of the woman, and, in the for it is what they must all come to. estimation of the world, the father of Bride's-maids and mutual friends the eleven children. A gig sweeps make up the company; and there, on, containing some red-nosed, smallstanding out before this assemblage, eyed Bagman, with his whip stuck in you assent to every thing the curate, the arm-rod, a book in his hand, and or, if you are rich enough, the rector, the reins dangling in easy flow over or even the dean, may say, shewing the long bony back of his brokenyour knock-knees in the naked defor- knee'd charger. Hey! hey! cries mity of white kerseymeres, to an ad- the conveyer of patterns. The patermiring bevy of the servants of both nal vagabond slips quietly to the side, families, laughing and tittering from but guineas to sixpences, the woman the squire's pew in the gallery. Then creeps steadily on, or even if she be the parting !—The mother's injunc- on the right side, diverges into the tions to the juvenile bride to guard path, as if on purpose to cause the herself from the cold, and to write Bagman's apprehension for careless within the week. The maiden aunts' and furious driving along the King's inquiries, of, “My dear, have you highway. Often and often in our forgot nothing ?”—the shaking of own young days, when mounted on hands, the wiping and winking of eyes! our friend Seekham’s most knowing By Hercules —there is but one situ- Stanhope, bowling along the beautiful ation more unpleasant in this world, road between Bicester and Summerand that is, bidding adieu to your town, at the easy rate of thirteen friends, the ordinary, and jailor, pre- miles an hour, have we halloed till our paratory to swinging from the end of throats ached again to the female part a halter out of it. The lady all this of a pedestrian cavalcade, —but all in time seems not half so awkward. vain. And then, when we were inShe has her gown to keep from creas- spired, partly by Deakin's imperial ing, her vinaigrette to play with ; be- port, and partly by wrath at the imsides, that all her nervousness is inter- pediment to course, have we esting and feminine, and is laid to the slang’d till our very self was frightenscore of delicacy and reserve. ed at our vehemence, and our sleeping

What a piece of work is man ! In friend has awakened and stared with every situation he is infinitely inferior mute horror in our face! But there to the softer sex,-except, indeed, as the insensate termagant stands flatly we remarked before, upon the road. in your way, and unless you have the Here a man of the minutest intellect eloquent vituperations of Jon Bee or is fifty degrees more sensible than the Mr. Brougham to aid you, your best trotting, plodding, weary-looking wo- plan is to lay your whip on the right man by his side. Do you see that flank of your restive borse, and trot bunch of red rags swaying from side out of hearing of her abuse (celerrimo

the back of that wan curse you !) Once, and once only, dering Camilla ? In it repose two were we happy at such an interrupchubby children, while the nine others, tion. It was in that beautiful tract of of all shapes and sizes, are straggling country between Stirling and the Tro

The insignificant in- sachs. We were slowly driving our dividual, with the tail of his coat old horse, Tempest, in our quiet easy (for it has only one) dangling down shandrydan, admiring, as all who nearly to the junction between his bat- have hearts and souls must do, the tered stocking and his hard brown noble vistas which open every moment shoe ; that mortal with but the ghost upon the sight. Far down we heard of a hat upon his head,-a staff with- the gurgling of the joyous river leapin his hand,-his shoulders not distin- ing over rock and stone, yet saw not guishable beneath the ample sweep of the glittering of its bubbling course his deciduous coat ; that being is the for the thick leaves which clustered on

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its precipitous bank. Then at scene around us. “Go on, blessed
winding of the way we saw a smooth creature,” thought we, in the fulness
calm reach, circling with its limpid of our heart, as we descended from
waters round a projecting point, and our vehicle, and trusted Tempest to
just below us the tiny billows glisten- his own discretion up the hill, -- " Go
ing to the noonday sun, half-seen, half- on, blessed creature, spreading light
hid by the brushwood which decked with thy pure smiles upon the dark-
with greenness and beauty the rocky ness of a clouded and care-disturbed
ledge over which we gazed. We gave existence,-be the pride of some
Tempest a gentle hint to proceed, and youthsul bosom, that will beat only as
not far had we gone, when, gliding thy wishes point! For ourself! we
before us in solitude and loveliness, are old and failed, but thy beauties
we beheld a form—and by the quick- have scattered a leaf of the tree of
ened pulses of our heart—we knew happiness upon the dull and lag-
whose only that enchanting form ging course of our thorn-encircled
could be. Immersed in maiden thoughts.” We wondered, but in-
meditation,” she heard not the rolling quired not the reason of her being
of our chariot wheels. Nearer and solitary in so desolate and wild a
nearer we approached, and at last, as scene ; our thoughts were otherwise
if roused from a dream, she started employed, and we were regretting that
and turned round. The large brown we had fallen into the sere, the yellow
eye, glistening in its lustrous beauty, leaf, and picturing scenes of happi-
ull it appeared almost in tears,--the ness and delight, had fate and fortune
dark arched eye-brows, the glowing willed it otherwise. Even yet, could
cheek, and then the enchanting smile, we win the heart of one so beautiful,
-it was-it was our Ellen ! Three we might be happy; attention would
years were passed since we had seen atone for disparity of years,--and El-
the fawn-like maiden. We had seen len, the lovely, the accomplished El-
her in the lighted hall, where she was len, might deign-
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With her light step our loneliness." on the ringlets of her dark auburn Yet why for our vanity or selfish tresses that floated in many a curl gratification doom a creature along the pure marble of her snowy young to waste her best years in the neck; we had followed with admira- dull and joyless society of an infirin tion every movement of her graceful old man ?-perish the ungenerous form, and looked with more than rap- thought !—but would not she herself ture on the twinkling of her small and laugh at the mere idea ! Perchance fairy-like feet, and we had wondered even now she is musing on some young that a flower so fair was still left and betrothed admirer; perchance alone, and was not gathered to bloom she is dreaming of her future happion in blessedness, the ornament and ness, when the wife shall make it her delight of some faithful and loving pride to compensate for the coyness of bosom. And here we saw her in this the maiden. In the midst of our romantic region, communing with her reverie and regrets, a carriage swept own pure spirit.

up the hill ; a venerable old man lookWe spoke in the words of over ed out of the window as it stopped, flowing friendship. And old as we and said, in an almost surly tone,– were, our heart yearned with kindness “ We have got the shoe replaced and affection to a being so young, so how fast you've walked; come in." beautiful. Again we heard her voice And Ellen, the young, the pure, the as we used to delight to hear it, gay, innocent, the beautiful, was the wife joyous, free. She spoke with an en- of a man older by a good dozen years thusiasm, which made her still more than ourself! We handed her in lovely, of the beauties of the wild without a word, bowed, as she said

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farewell, and stood gazing after the mounting our shandrydan, we caught carriage long after a turning of ourself muttering something, which the road concealed it from we are afraid sounded almost like an view. We remember, that on re oath.

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THE TRAVELLER DYING IN THE DESERT:

Suggested by reading Major Denham's Africa.* The traveller lay in the desert alone, “ I have loved thee, fair Science-for thee Deserted, and wounded, and heart-sick, I've immured and wan;

My youth in the closet of wisdom,” he The coolness and calmness of night had all cried ; flown,

“For thee has my manhood all suffering And the thirst and the fever of morning endured,

And for thee, on my tomb, be it said that

I died. No tree gave him shelter, no well was there

My tomb!-but what tomb, save this waste, No being to succor him greeted his eye ; shall be mine? No sound but the hyena's growl met his ear, Yet to what Heaven wills be my spirit That waited impatiently till he should die. resigned !

Though no friend can witness my being's The bones of the many, deserted like him, decline, Whom the spear of the robber or hunger Still my name shall be found in my works had slain,

left behind. Were saddening to view, and his eye-ball

Some traveller, more gifted, more happy, As death grimly whispered, so his should

shall come, He shall find in this desert these relics of

me! Yet, dauntless in spirit, around him he gaz- He shall carry my books to the land of my ed

home, No sigh left his dried lip, no tear did he And my words, though I've perish'd, im shed,

mortal will be." But smiled as to heaven his last look he raised,

Thus, inly exulting, his spirit arose, Where the halo of glory seem d circling On the pinions of virtue, to regions afar; his head.

The spot where he moulders no being now

shews, He thought of his home, of the days of his

But in every nation his monuments are. youth, Of the friends who had loved him, and His glory you see for his sorrows atonethose who'd deceived ;

From examples like this future heroes are And the soft mournful words which he now

made : felt were truth,

'Tis thus that a Denham we claim for our That at parting she spoke who his ab

own, sence still grieved

And long may it be ere his memory fade!

grew dim,

remain.

GUESSES AT TRUTH.

This book is the offspring of good tions ; nor of errors of style, for it is thoughts and good feelings, and inhe- clearer, more elegant, and more vigorrits the excellence of its parents. ous English than three-fourths of the Why, then, has it not become popu- most admired works of the day ; nor lar? It is not on account of difficulty of any direct opposition to general or abstruseness, for it is made up of belief, for the authors are both Christsimple and often detached observa- ian and Constitutional, and have ob

* These lines have a peculiar interest from the recent death of the lamented traveller whose work suggested them.- Ed.

† Guesses at Truth. By Two Brothers, 2 vols. 12mo. pp. 702. London, 1828.

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