ing altogether. Alas! bad habits would || for doing the same thing which, in my not leave me. I had turned off Jenny, but prosperity, had set many a table in a roar. I was instrumental in demoralizing the What What were the gradations I then went principles of other females. Church I through! I attempted to colour the plates looked on with horror. I had not forgot- for Ladies' Magazines; I became puffer at ten the three times a day at the conven- an auction, and a bailiff's follower; I openticle; and my mamma, by her practice, did ed an à-la-mode beef shop, and became, not exalt her theory. At length I cast my under covert of the night, an itinerant eyes on a beautiful black-eyed girl, near hawker of hot plumb-pudding-but in the theatre, whose father kept her a piano these two last occupations I had only myin a little back parlour, upon which she self for a customer. I was, indeed, glad played when the shop was empty. In a enough to eat the commodity 1 should few weeks I thought myself desperately in have vended, but my want of credit would love with her, and her father, anxious to soon put a stop to these professions, and 1 wed her to one who was not a tradesman, was fain to run away, and draw upon my gave his consent for me to marry her; al- resources in another part of the town; and though he must know, by the customers I last week was reduced to write to my wife, brought to his shop, that I was not nice who associates herself with a performer at in my connections: however, I received the one of our minor theatres, in the hope of fair hand of Amelia Melton, and with her gaining one more meal, but was refused. one thousand pounds, gained by hard la- Gin, and an irregular life, brought me to the bour in vending oysters and potatoes. This state in which you saw me, Sir, yesterday; was soon squandered away. My pretty and before I die I would do an act of justice, black-eyed wife, as it may be imagined, by informing the world of the dire effects was desperately vulgar, and I left her in that spring from the early indulgence of search of greater refinement. My coat children; and you, Sir, will perhaps hand now became threadbare, my jo jockey-boots it to the editor of some respectable publi❤. and buckskins cried out that they belonged cation. You may conclude the detail of 1 to a married man of small fortune, and I my unhappy life by saying, ‘Behold here a was at length compelled to sponge on the young man, born apparently for a better humblest of my friends for a dinner. At fate, who might have lived contented and length, left without one, what could I do? died happily, now lying in misery, a vic It was whispered me by a waiter at Richard- tim to the selfish indulgence of a parent, son's that he thought I might do in Mat- who rather than that her child should 1 thews's line, for I sung, and was a mimic, shock her ears with its infant grief, hath I applied at the O. P. Tavern, and got an caused it, in maturer age, to drop the conengagement at ten shillings per week; tinual tears of bitter repentance—yet of for-when I wanted to employ, for gain, the giveness for her folly, who was the sole only talent I possessed, the people refused cause of of her child's misery,' to acknowledge it, and I was discharged but PEREGRINE. THE MENAGERIE FROM THE FRENCH. A LADY, whom we shall distinguish by the title of Madame d'Etoriles, has long resided at Paris, and in one of the most retired streets of that capital; she has a very curious establishment, which might vie with any modern or ancient cabinet of natural history. dol Madame d'Etoriles was married at a very early age, to a gentleman who was over every distant sea, every wilderness, mountain and valley,-every peopled town and lonely desert. an Monsieur d'Etoriles was a professed botanist; he made immense collection of different plants, roots, and seeds of foreign produce; while his lady collected together every different species she could find of living animals, or those that t by transport-2a great traveller, and she accompanied himing to a different clime might perish, she had stuffed; and every curiosity in the whole world of natural history, she might be said to have collected together. These patterns of conjugal (attachment, on their return to France, their native country, settled in Brittany, where the gentleman's collections were the subjects of every one's discourse. is an ape which has learnt to perform its military exercise. He is dressed like a Mamaluke, has a pair of boots on, and walks along the gallery striking his spurs against his sabre, as we see many military bucks of the present day. Two parrots are perched on a kind of tree, who are constantly uttering the most foolish vulgarisms to all the married men who approach them. It is a matter of wonder to every one, to think who could be the instructor of the little dog that is on his bind legs from morning to night, bowing to young ladies, and obstinately refusing to pay his obeisance to those who are no longer so! But this good man was poisoned by one of those precious plants which he had brought from Patagonia; his widow quitted those scenes which only served to remind her of her beloved husband, and she repaired to Paris, where she now lives on a very easy fortune, encircled always by a crowd of young soi-disant perfumed literati. In one corner sits a great he-goat, smokNear her boudoir is a gallery supporteding a pipe: this is a capricious invention by pillars, disposed in the Italian style, but with glazed windows, and heated gently by stoves to a moderate and wholesome degree of warmth. There are collected together, in dens, cages, and recesses, every species of every different cat in the universe. Those who have studied natural history are sensible that under the genus of animals of the cat kind, is the lion of Zara, the tiger of Tonquin, the panther and leopard of Senegal and Congo, the lynx and the civet cat, with the house cat, who certainly does not live in very good harmony with the wild cat: all these beasts, however, are only stuffed, except the two latter sort of cats. This learned lady has a curious cat which has long ears, contrary to all its other species; she brought it from China. It belonged to the wife of a Mandarin, who doated on it, fondled it, and gave it to the French lady as the most valuable present she could bestow on her. After the cats comes a collection of monkies, of which the menagerie has a complete assortment. Amongst them there of the good lady. He has before him a large folio volume, which is said to be a book dug out of Herculaneum or Pompeii: he seems absorbed in literary reveries. This must have some allusion to the eleventh or twelfth centuries; for now learning does not exclude the fresh and blooming votary of youth; and even in literary societies, those gain easiest admittance who have the rose of spring on their cheek, and an air of fashion in their appearance. collection is a little sparrow, a brisk and The most charming article in the lady's cunning little creature, who eats out of the hand of his mistress, and drinks out of her thimble. He is the cleanest and most entertaining little bird in the world. It is impossible, however, to describe all the members that compose this menagerie in detail; but it is not just to pass over noticing an owl and a coek which are fastened by a steel chain to a marble pillar, and which are quarrelling every hour. It is somewhat similar to the paper war of wits, politicians, and quack doctors. S. G. FUGITIVE POETRY. Replies to the Letters of the Fudge Family. THOUGH Some of these replies are not entirely fraught with the principles we cherish, or that we wish to inculcate, yet they are by no means devoid of wit and spirit. We cannot, however, bestow praise on satire levelled at our government, our rulers, nor on those who ably steer the helm of our state against refractory aud factious men. We have told the writer our Whilst, in London, barouche, ma cher amie, and greys, To my taste, I must think, 'no small compliment pays." "A MODERN YOUTH'S ADVICE TO A FRIEND. gave the lie: His Lordship then gave me a check for an hunstea dred, And I gave him my bond-I confess that I won- He his favours unask'd shon'd so lib'rally show'r, *What a rum quiz you are Bobtis certainly And directly employ'd me in writing a tract, "pleasing, That whilst you grow degen'rate my fame is And the prosing logician, of college the Guy, To prove truth was a libel-and libel a fact; then I had first earn'd a smile by a prostitute pen; applause, For my pen now supported a sycophant's cause: By the guy four-in-hand club I'm call'd a prime || But stang to the soul-by my conscience conwhip; victed, Each lie I produc'd the same pen contradicted. Thus proceeding, I was to have shewn my Lord's daughter The use of the globes, which he wish'd to have But to study myself I with pathos besought her. chaste, And, in short, would exactly have suited my taste; Mem Thongh her natural sense education had spoil'd, Such as she had receiv'd, native genius had foil'd: But she heard the soft tale I repeatedly told her A little bombast I was forc'd to employ, She consented; and thus when my point I had We had nam'd the next day t' have been privately * married." INTERESTING LINES ON SCOTLAND. "Long may the Thistle wave her blooming In that brave land where noble Wallace bled; And Beauty's smile rewards a faithful love. And ev'ry son of thine possess a faithful friend!” ON IRELAND. "Erin; thy Shamrock once so green, Is now a drooping emblem seen; But yet, thongh scorn'd, no blame is thine- PROLOGUE TO THE NEW TRAGEDY Written by a Friend, spoken by Mr. H. Kemble. TIME rushes o'er us; thick as evening clouds Ages roll back-what calls them from their shrouds? What in full vision brings their good and great, If later, luckless arts that Stage profane, Our pledge is kept. Here yet no chargers No foreign slaves on ropes or scaffolds reel, In Shakespeare's halls, shall dogs and bears en- Where brutes are actors, be a booth the stage! The tempest has but swept, not shook the shrine, Here, at your voice, Rowe, Otway, Southern Flashing like meteors thro' the age's gloom. And all obey; the visions of the past The Moor's lost soul; the hell of Richard's beart, To-night we take our lesson from the tomb : While o'er thy wreck, a host of monks and slaves, The story is of Brutus, in that name Unrivall'd England! to such memories thou Prophet and warrior! 'twixt the quick and dead; Now, to our scene-we feel no idle fear, EPILOGUE. Written by a Friend, spoken by Mrs. Glover. MAY Mrs. Glover venture to appear? Tullia no more, I tread on English ground; Aye, this is England-well its signs I know, Beauty above, around me, and below: Such cheeks of rose, such bright bewitching eyes! A church-bell? cradle? tower?-No, faith, a bonnet! Aye, and an actual woman in it, able- Now for the he, the fellow nondescript, Whence has that mockery of man been shipt? Have Ross or Buchan brought him to console The quidnnnes for the passage to the Pole? While, on her iceberg, howl some Greenland squaw, Robbed of her pretty monster till next thaw! The thousandth way of dressing a calf's head. The neckcloth next, where starch and whalebone vie To make the slave a walking pillory. To make the Dandy " beautifully less." And now, farewell! But one word for the Bard, ORIGINAL POETRY. HYMN ON THE DEATH OF HER QUEEN of Albion, art thou gone Long thy worth shall live in story; || Blessed spirit, art thou fled From this scene of pain and anguish ? Guardian seraphs round thy bed, Pitying saw thee pine and languish, Then triumphant bade thee rise, "Welcome, sister, to the skies! "Welcome to a land of peace, "Endless pleasures still bestowing; "Welcome to a throne of bliss! "Joys unceasing, ever flowing! "Come, and claim the heav'nly prize, "Welcome, sister, to the skies!" C. C. RICHARDSON. ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE. FULL many a lonely grove and dell, Whilst oft thy wild notes chaunted, In groves that Echo planted. Full quickly comes the hunter's moon, Wilt find a leafless mansion : Through all the chill'd expansion. Naiades that on the waveless stream, To list thy faithful sadness, Its simply gratefu! blessing. When Winter from his ice-built throne To sooth thy pensive sorrow: To minstrel-bosom thou art dear- 275 |