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pauses in his tale at the most interest- seem that he can do well; and if so, ing point, and says to the public, there is no excuse for him when he
Give me encouragement, and I will does miserably ill. tell you more. You shall be informed Let us guard ourselves against being how Hajji Baba accompanied a great mistaken. Hajji Baba may be read; ambassador to England; of their ad- and there are, as our extracts will ventures by sea and land; of all he prove, some good things in it. But, as saw and all he remarked ; and of what a whole, it is tiresome, incoherent, and happened to bim on bis return to Per- full of “ damnable iteration.” Comsia. But, in case,” he adds, like the bats-caravans-reviews--palaces — third Dervise, (a personage in the processions-repeating themselves over tale,) “ he should find that he has not and over again-and many of them yet acquired the art of leading on the repetitions, and weak repetitions, of attention of the curious, he will never what we have had, in strength, from venture to appear again before the Mr. Hope before. world, until he has gained the neces Seriously, Hajji Baba should be casary experience to ensure success." shiered forthwith. As far as the pub
Now, the author of Anastasius may lic is concerned, the journey of the command encouragement in abund. “ pilgrim” should be at an end. And, ance to do any thing else; but he shall indeed, England to be described by have no encouragement from us to con- any foreigner, is a subject just now tinue the history of Hajji Baba. An not the most promising. For the difOriental gentleman, who can neitherference between Mr. Hope's last work fight nor make love, will never do to and his present one, it would be diffibuckle three more volumes upon the cult to account ; but certainly, if he back of these.
writes again, let him at least trust freeBesides, we have already got some ly to his own conceptions. The prespecimen of Hajji's talent for describ- sent book has none of the eloquence or ing European peculiarities; and, from poetic feeling, very little of the wit, what we see, we should say most de- and still less of the fine tase, which discidedly, Let us on that head have no tinquished the former in so eminent a more." All the business about the vac- degree. Of Anastasius, one would cination and the doctor's desire to dis- say, that it seemed to have been writsect dead bodies~" Boonapoort,” the ten by some mighty hand, from a store, East Iodia " Coompani," and the Eu- full, almost to overflowing, with rich ropean constitutions, is, to speak the and curious material; of Hajji Baba, truth plainly, very wretched stuff in- that some imitator, of very little comdeed. And we say this with the less parative force indeed, had picked up hesitation to Mr. Hope, because we the remnant of the rifled' note-book, have expressed our unfeigned admira- and brought it to market in the best tion of his former work. It should shape that he was able.
(Lond. Lit. Gaz.)
THE ROBIN-A COMPARISON.
The robin's tones we scarce desire
To join the chorus here.
TRUE, Mary! 'tis a shaded hour,
And friends are falsely flown;
And thou art left alone.
And share my sorrows too ;
I ne'er tby value knew.
Are wildly warbling near,
But when, 'mid winter's bleakest hours,
These minstrels chant no more,
So musical before
The Robin speeds his way,
And charms me with his lay.
(New Mon.) IF F there be a month the aspect of Smoke, Steam, & Co.--no others are
which is less amiable, and the man- genuine. ners and habits of which are less pre In fact, and sub rosa,—November possessing than those of all the rest is a month that has not been fairly which I am loth to admit, that month done by ; and for my part I think it is March. The burning heats of Mid- should by no means have been fixed summer (when they shall come to us upon as that which is, par excellence, at the prophetic call of the Quarterly the month best adapted to hang and Reviewers—which they never will,) í drown one's self in ;-seeing that, to a shall be able to bear. And the frosts wise man, that should never be an afand snows of December and January fair of atmosphere. But if a month are as welcome to me in their turn as must be set apart for such a process the flowers in May. Nay, the so (on the principle of luck-which demuch vituperated fogs in November I termines that we are bound to begin by no means set my face against ; on our worldly concerns on a particular the contrary, I have a kind of appetite day, viz. on Saturday—and would, for them—both corporeal and mental. therefore, by a parity of reasoning, call As an affair of mere breath there is upon us to end them with a similar something tangible in them. In the view to times and seasons) let that evanescent air of Italy a man might as month be henceforth March ;—for it well not breathe at all, for any thing has, at this present writing, no one he knows of the matter. But in a No- characteristic by which to designate it vember fog there is something satisfy- -being neither Spring, Summer, Auing. You can feel what you breathe, tumn, nor Winter, but only March. and see it too. It is like breathing But what I particularly object to in water-as I suppose the fishes do. March is its winds. They sayAnd then the taste of them, when
“March winds and April showers dashed with a due seasoning of sea Bring forth May flowers." coal smoke, is far from insipid. Not But I doubt the fact. They may call that I would recommend them medi- them forth, perhaps,-whistling over cinally; especially to persons of quea- the roofs of their subterraneous dwellsy stomachs, delicate nerves, and af- ings, to let them know that Winter is flicted with bile. But for one of a past and gone. Or, in our disposition good robust habit of body, and not to “ turn diseases to commodities,” let dainty withal, which such, by the bye, us regard them as the expectant damnever are, there is nothing better in its sel does the sound of the mail-coach way than a well-mixed Metropolitan horn as it whisks through the village fog. There is something substantial in it. You may
as she lies in bed at midnight, and tells
“ cut and come her that to-morrow she may look for a again.” It is at once meat and drink, letter from her absent swain. too;—something between egg-flip and
The only other reason why I object omelette soufflée; but much more di- to March is that she drives hares mad ; gestible than either.
And it wraps which is a great fault.—But be all this you round like a cloak, into the bar
she is still fraught with mergaio. No-I maintain that a London its; and let us proceed, without more fog is a thing not to be sneezed at
ado, to point out a few of them. And if you can help it.—Mem. As many first of the country ;-to which, by the spurious iinitations of the above are
way, I have not hitherto allowed its abroad-such as Scotch mists, and the
due like - which are no less deleterious
“God made the country, but man made the town." than disagreeable-please to ask for the “ true London Particular”-as Now, then, even the winds of manufactured by Thames, Coal-gas, March, -notwithstanding all that we
have insinuated in their disfavour—are and then yield up their sweet breath, far from being virtueless ; for they willing incense, at the shrine of that nacome careering over our fields, and ture, the spirit of which is endless conroads, and pathways, and while they stancy growing out of endless change. dry up the damps that the thaws had Must I tell the reader this in plainer let loose, and the previous frosts had prose? Now, then, is the time to sow prevented from sinking into the earth, the seeds of most of the annual flow
pipe to the spirit ditties,” the words ering plants; particularly of those of which tell tales of the forthcoming which we all know and love-such as flowers. And not only so, but occa- sweet-pea, the most feminine of flowsionally they are caught bearing away ers—that must have a kind hand to upon their rough wings the mingled tend its youth, and a supporting arm to odours of violet and daffodil—both of cling to in its maturity, or it grovels in which have already ventured to the dust, and straggles away into an Come before the swallow dares, and take
unsightly weed ; and mignonette, with
a name as sweet as its breath-that The winds of March with beauty."
loves “ within a gentle bosom to be Can it ever be too late in the day to laid," and makes haste to die there, go on with the quotation, and say that lest its white lodging should be changnow, too, we have
ed; and larkspur, trim, gay, and bold - Violets dim,
the gallant of the garden; and luBut sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
pines, blue and yellow and rose-colourOr Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
ed, with their winged flowers hovering Tbat die unmarried, ere they can bebold above their starry leaves; and a host Bright Phoebus in his strength-a malady
of others, that we must try to characMost incident to maids ; bold oxlips,
terize as they come in turn before us. And the crown-imperial."
Now, too, we have all the bulbousWe have made our way into the gar- rooted flowers at their best, and, may den at once, without intending it. But take a final leave of them; for we perhaps we could not do better; for shall see them no more :-of the tulip, the general face of Nature is not much beautiful as the panther, and as proud changed in appearance since we left it --standing aloof from its own leaves; in February; though its internal econ- and the rich hyacinth, clustering like omy has made an important step in ad- the locks of Adam; and the myriadvance. The sap is alive in the seem leaved anemone ; and narcissus, pale ingly sleeping trunks that every where and passion-stricken at the sense of its surround us, and is beginning to mouut own sweetness. slowly to its destination ; and the em Now, too, the tender green of Spring bryo blooms are almost visibly strug. first begins to peep forth from the gling towards light and life, beneath straggling branches of the hedge-row their rough, unpromising outer coats— elder, the trim lilac, and the thin threads unpromising to the idle, the unthink of the stream-enamoured willow-the ing, and the inobservant; but to the first to put on its spring-clothing, and eye that “can see Othello's visage in the last to leave it off. And if we look his miod," bright and beautiful, in vir- into the kitchen-garden, there too we toe of the brightness and the beauty shall find those forest-trees in miniathat they cover, but not conceal. Now, ture, the gooseberries and currants, lettoo, the dark earth becomes soft and ting their leaves and blossoms, both of tractable, and yields to the kindly con- a colour, look forth hand-in-hand, in straint that calls upon it to teem with search of the April sun before it arnew life--crumbling to the touch, that rives—as the lark mounts upward to it may the better clasp in its fragrant seek for it before it has risen in the bosom the rudiments of that gay but morning. It will be well if these early ephemeral creation which are born adventurers-forth do not encounter a with the Spring, only “to run their cutting easterly blast; or, still worse, race rejoicing” into the lap of Summer, a deceitful breeze that tempts them to
15 ATHEFEUN VOL 1. new serirs.
its embraces by its milder breath, only no saying whether the latter will not, to shower diseases upon them. But if some day or other, make an inroad upthey will be out on the watch for on Almack’s itself. Now, however, Spring before she calls them, they in spite of the said inroads, the best must be content to take their chance. boxes at the Opera do begin to be
Now, too, the birds are for once in worth exploring; since a beautiful their lives as busy as the bees are al- Englishwoman of high fashion is "a ways. They are getting their bouses sight to set before a king.” Now the built, and seeing to their household af- actors, all but the singing ones, in their fairs, and concluding their family ar
secret hearts put up periodical prayers rangements-that when the summer for the annual agitation of the Catholic and the sunshine are fairly come, they Question ; for without some stimulus may have nothing to do but teach their of this kind, to correct the laxity of our children the last new modes of flying religious morale, there is no knowing and singing, and be as happy as-
how soon they may cease to give birds, for the rest of the year. thanks for three Sundays in the week therefore, -as in the last month--they during Lent. But Mr. Irving will have but little time to sing to each oth- look to this on their behalf; so they er; and the lark has the morning sky need not fear just at present
. Now, all to himself.
occasionally during the said pious periLastly, now we meet with one of the od, an inadvertent apprentice gets leave prettiest, yet most pathetic sights that to go to the play" on a Wednesday; the animal world presents: the early
and, having taken his seat in the one lambs, dropped in their tottering and shilling-gallery, wonders during six bleating helplessness, upon the cold long hours what have come to the playskirts of winter, and hiding their frailers, that they do nothing but sit in a forms from the March winds, by row with their hands before them, in crouching down on the sheltered side front of a pyramid of fiddlers, and of their dams.
break silence now and then by singing Now, quitting the country till next a psalm--for a psalm he is sure it must month, we find London all alive be, though he never heard it at church. Lent and Lady-day notwithstanding; Now, Hyde-park is worth walking in for the latter is but a day, after all; at four o'clock of a fine week-day, and he must have a very countryfied though the trees are still bare : for conscience who cannot satisfy it as to
there, as sure as the sunshine comes, the former, by doing penance once or shall be seen sauntering beneath it twice at an oratorio, and hearing comic three distinct classes of fashionables ; songs sung in a foreign tongue; or if -namely-first, the fair immaculates this does not do, he may fast, if he
from the mansions about May-fair, pleases, every Friday, by eating salt- who loll listlessly in their elegant fish in addition to the rest of his fare! equipages, and occasionally eye, with Now, the citizens have pretty well left with an air of infinite disdain, the seoff their annual visitings, and given the cond class, who are peregrinating on great ones leave to begin; so that there the other side the bar—the fair frailis no sleep to be had in the neighbour- ties from the neighbourhood of the hood of May-fair, for love or money, New-road; which latter, more magnaatter one in the morning. Now, the nimous than their betters, and less endress-boxes of the winter-houses can vious, are content, for their parts, to occasionally boast a baronet's lady: appropriate the greater portion of the this, however, being the extent of their third class——the Ineffables and Exquiattainments in that way: for how can sites from Long's and Stevens'. Among the great be expected to listen to Shak
these last-named class something parspeare under the same roof with their ticular indeed must have happened if shopkeepers ? There is, in fact, no you do not recognize that arbiter eledenying that the said great are marvel- gantiarum of actresses, the Marquis lously at the mercy of the said little, in of W-; that delighter in Dennets the matter of amusement; and there is and decaying beauties, the honourable
-S; and that prince-pretty- that majestic spirit which afterwards man of rake-bells and roués, little was to alternately sigh and shout forth George W
its high and holy aspirations, in the Finally, March, among its other music of the Messiah. On the 15th merits, is richer than any other month of March, 1605, was born the gentle in illustrious birth-days: a qualifica- lover of the divine Saccharissa. On tion which I had inadvertently neg. the 18th of March 1474, first saw the lected to notice in regard to January, light that Atlas of modern art, Michel though it includes those of our own Angelo Buonarotti. And lastly, on Newton, of Robert Burns, and of that the 23d, 1554, Nature, in a melanmusical miracle, Mozart. On the 2d choly mood, sighed the breath of life of March 1564 was given to a world into the form of Tasso; and which which was unworthy of him, Galileo breath, retaining the character thus imGalilej—“ The starry Galileo, with pressed upon it, was but one long sigh his woes.” On the 8th of March for ever after. 1684 was breathed into a human form
THE guests assembled in Budge-row,
Sir Peter Pruin mumbles grace,
A terrible attack takes place :
None seem to think of indigestions ;
Like glartons playing at cross-questions. What's that on Mrs. Firkin's head ?
Roast hair and sweet sauce-wears a wigSo Lady Lamp is put to bed,
What bas she got?-a roasted pig. Your littie darling, Mrs. Aggs
A reign-deer tongue-begins to chatter.Box's little Tommy?-boild to rags ;
And Miss Augusta?-fried in batier.How well be cartes !-he's nam'd by will
My joint executor-the papers Say Noblet's coming to fulfil
Some mint sauce, and a few more capersLord Byron's cantos—where's the salt?
This trifle makes us liek our lips ; Angels syllababs some exalt,
Bat Birch is surely best for whips. Sice chickens-Mrs. Fry must carry
A tender beart-but toughish gizzard Do stick your fork in-little Harry
Inovs all his letters down to Izzard.
Ex-sheriff Parkins---fine calves head
What's your gown made of!--currant jelly:
A famous buttock-vermicelli-
A glass of-Probert's pond with Thurtell ;-
She's a most loving wife-mock-turtle
pig's face--had caught his eye,
Some kissing crust—and off they go.
A green goose-lost at Charing-cross ;
And we both roll'd in-lobster sauce.
Another bottle, this is flat-
His Royal Highness-lots of fat.
Grand Signior-turkey dish'd in grease :
And just cut open-Mrs. Rees.
A nice Welsh-rabbit-muffins-mummery-
Crimp'd cod-crim-con-Crim Tartars-Aummery:
HONESTY NOT THE BEST POLICY.