When Mr. and Mrs. O'Reily had said all that they had to say, he never attempted to reply, but stood lounging against the bar, sucking his teeth and twirling his hat, until the Magistrate called upon him for his defence, and thereupon ensued the following colloquy :— "What have you to say to all this, Mr. Leonard?" 66 Humph-I don't know; they've served me pretty tidy going along, I think, punching at me with their shilaleaghs as they would at a woolsack.", 66 Perhaps you did not go along quietly ?" "No, 'faith, I wasn't likely, for I was thinking of going to bed at that same time; and there's no fun in being pulled away to a watch-house when a man's thinking of going to bed." "What are you? What is your trade?" My trade! why, I'm a tailor-the more's my luck." "Please your Worship," said one of the watchmen, seemingly quite surprised at finding he had had so much trouble with a tailor; "please your Worship, as we were taking him to the watchhouse, he up with his fist and knocked me down like a bullock!" "Are you the man that poked your stick in my eye?" said Teddy Leonard, turning very leisurely to the speaker; "when a watchman had hold of the two sides of me, each of 'em fast and sure, there was he jumping before me, and poking his stick at me like a cock-sparrow. Och! but I wish I know'd you when I saw you this morning !" . “Well, you know him now," said the Magistrate. "Know him!" replied Teddy Leonard, "not I faith, for it's a disgrace to be knowing such a consarn; and by the same token, he, or some of the rest of 'em, pocketed my shoe that night, and I haven't got it since, but another." "But how came you to alarm these honest people in the way you have done?" said the Magistrate; "have you a wife of your own?" "No, indeed, nor like to have; for I'm quite alone, and comfortable." "Well, then," said his Worship, "we must endeavour to make you let other folks he as comfortable as yourself, by calling upon you to find securities for your keeping the peace in future." Very good, your Worship; that's all very right; and I dare say I'll keep the peace longer nor the peace keeps me," replied comfortable Teddy; and so saying, he followed the gaoler to his uncomfortable apartments. Bell's Life in London. ORIGIN OF THE WORD HUBBUB. HEBOU, in Arabic, signifies a cloud of dust, and hebub, the wind blowing about: hence the English word hubbub, the derivation of which has puzzled Johnson and all the lexicographers so much. Post. A DREA M. BY T. CAMPBELL. WELL may sleep present us fictions, Than was left by Phantasy In a bark, methought, lone steering, Sad regrets from past existence Now seeming more, now less remote, Ocean, like an emerald spark, Heaven-like-yet he look'd as human More compassionate than woman, Lordly more than man. And as some sweet clarion's breath Stirs the soldier's scorn of death So his accents bade me brook "Types not this," I said, "fair Spirit! "No," he said, "yon phantom's aspect, Make not, for I overhear, Thine unspoken thoughts as clear The close-brought tickings of a watch- That's now revolving in thy breast. Hast thou felt, poor self-deceiver! As to wish its fitful, fever New begun again ? Could experience, ten times thine, Pain from being disentwine Threads by fate together spun? Could thy flight heaven's lightning shun! No, nor could thy foresight's glance 'Scape the myriad shafts of chance. "Would'st thou bear against Love's trouble, Friendship's death-dissever'd ties; Toil to grasp or miss the bubble Of Ambition's prize? Say thy life's new-guided action Flow'd from Virtue's fairest springs- Worth itself is but a charter To be mankind's distinguish'd martyr." Spirit! let us onward sail, Envying, fearing, hating none, Guardian Spirit, steer me on! New Monthly Magazine. IMPURITY. WE do not remember to have ever seen a more concise or better account than the following, of the important distinction between writings of really immoral tendency, and mere freedoms of language, which are carried off by a playful or ridiculous vein. The puritans of this our most canting age attempt to confound the two things, and have certainly succeeded to a great extent in driving impurity from the lips into the heart! "The Sentimental Journey of Sterne, for example, is more immoral than his Tristram Shandy. At the gross incidents of the latter we laugh, and the virgin would blush; and with the laugh and the blush the joke passes away; but the garnished looseness of principle and refined impurity of the other, steal into the imagination, and endanger the moral principle in proportion as we neither blush nor laugh.” Retrospective Review. |