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They looked into each other's face,
Anticipating an embrace,
I saw those two when they were men--
I watched them meet one day;
They touch'd each other's hands, and then-
Each went on his own way.
There did not seem a tie
Of love, a bond or chain,
To make them turn the lingering eye,
Or grasp the band again.
This is a page in our life's book
We all of us turn over-
The web is rent,
The hour-glass spent-
And, oh! the path we once forsook,
How seldom we recover!
Qar days are broken into parts,
And every remnant has a tale
Of the abandonment of hearts,
Would make our freshest hopes grow pale;
And, when we talk of Friendship, mutter,
We know not what it is we utter.

I care not that our love may be
Deep as the everlasting sea-
But not the falling of a star,
The darting of a sun-born beam,
Compared with what our spirits are,
And what unto ourselves we seem,
Is tortured with a life so small,
So wretchedly ephemeral,
As these our phantom-like communious,
The fellow-souls' fraternal union,

the trouble of the funeral, accompanied with a delicate hint, that he would defray the expense.

Some made her an offer of anything their house contained ; and others wished her to go home to theirs. To her, however, the place that contained her son's relics was dearer than any other, and, declining the offers that were made her, she remained in the house until the day appointed for the funeral, in a state of mind not to be described.

It was on one of those lowering, cold, and misty mornings, which are so frequent in our climate, especially during the autumnal season, and when the dreariness of nature seems to harmonize with grief, that the quiet street in which Mrs. E-resided, was disturbed by the preparations for the funeral. Eight mourners had expressed their wish to follow him to the tomb ; and the necessary arrangements for their accommodation created a considerable bustle within the house, whilst the cavalcade without had attracted all the idlers of the neighbourhood to the spot. Upon the wretched mother, however, all internal and external noise was lost. She had sat the whole of the morning by the coffin in a state of abstraction; and even when the assistants entered to remove the body, she remained insensible of their presence.

FO some time they waited in silence ; but at length a lady, who was with her, perceiving that they were unobserved, took her by the arm and gently endeavoured to remove her. The action seemed to recall her to herself; for, throwing a look of unutterable anguish upon the coffin, accompanied with several convulsive shudders, she endeavoured to leave the place; but after advancing a few paces her strength failed her, and she would have fallen had not one of the attendants caught her; and she was conveyed senseless from the room.

Advantage was taken of her situation to remove the body, and it was hoped she would not have regained her senses until the procession had left the house ; but she recovered too quickly for herself, and gazing wildly around her, inquired. in a heart-broken voice, if they had taken him away. At that moment the trampling of the horses caught her ear, and before any one sus. pected her intention, she darted to window which overlooked the road the funeral was to take, and remained gazing at the procession whilst it continued in sight, with a fixed intenseness of agony, more resembling that of a statue than a human being ; and on losing sight of it by a turning in the road, she was seized with another fit, and again conveyed insensible to her chamber.

But I must hasten to a conclusion, Her relations, to do them justice, had acted rather from carelessness than humanity: and they now did all they could to repair her loss, but in vain. She yet lives, and, in point of worldly comforts, is in a far better situation than before; but the settled melancholy of her countenance and perpetual sadness of manners, show her to be one of those for whom life, in the words of the French moralist, “may have length of days, but can have no future,"

THE BROWNIE OF THE BLACK HAGGS.

When the Sprots were lairds of Wheelhope, which is vow a long time ago, there was one of the ladies who was very badly spoken of in the country. People did not openly assert that Lady Wheelhope was a witch, but every one had an aversion even at hearing her named. In short, Lady Wheelhope was accounted a very bad woman. She was an inexorable tyrant in her family, quarelled with her servants, ofien cursing them, striking them, and turning them away; especially if they were religious, for these she could not endure, but suspected them of every thing bad. Whenever she found out any of the servant men of the laird's establishment for religious characters, she soon gave them up to the military, and got them shot; and several girls that were regular in their devotions, she was supposed to have popped off with poison.

As for the laird, he was a big, dun.faced, pluffy body, that cared neither for good nor evil, and did not well know the one from the other. He laughed outright at his lady's tantrums and barley-hoods; and the greater the

rage she got into, the laird thought it the better sport. One day, when two servant maids came running to him, in great agitation, and told him that his lady had felled one of their companions, the laird laughed heartily at them, and said he did not doubt it.

Why, sir, how can you laugh ?" said they, “ the poor girl is killed."

Very likely, very likely,” said the laird. “ Well, it will teach her to take care who she angers again.” “And, sir, your lady will be hanged."

Very likely ; well, it will learn her how to strike so rashly again-Ha, ha, ha! Will it not Jessy ?"

But when this same Jessy died suddenly one morning, the laird was greatly confounded, and seemed dimly

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I saw two children intertwine
Their arms around each other,
Like the young tendrils of a vine
About its nearest broiber;
And ever and anon,
As gaily they ran on.

to comprehend that that there had been unfair play going. There was little doubt she was taken off by poison : but whether the lady did it through jealousy or not, was never divulged ; but it greatly bamboozled and astonished the poor laird, for his nerves failed him, and his whole frame became paralytic.

This death made a great noise among the common people ; but there was no protection for the life of the subject in those days.

After this, the lady walked softly for the space of two or three years.

She saw that she had rendered herself odious, and had entirely lost her husband's countenance, which she liked worst of all. But the evil propensity could not be overcome ; and a poor boy, whom the laird, out of sheer compassion, had taken into his service, being found dead one morning, the country people could no longer be restrained ; so they went in a body to the Sheriff, and insisted on an investigation. It was proved that she detested the boy, and often threatened him, and had given him brose and butter the afternoon before he died; but the cause was ultimately dismissed, and the pursuers fined.

No one can tell to what height of wickedness she might now have proceeded, had not a check of a very singular kind been laid upon her. Among the servants that came home at the next term, was one who called himself Merodach; and a strange person he was. Не had the form of a boy, but the features of one a hundred years old, save that his eyes had a brilliancy and restlessness, which was very extraordinary, bearing a strong resemblance to the eyes of a well-known species of monkey. He was froward and perverse in all his actions, and disregarded the pleasure or displeasure of any person ; but he performed his work well, and with apparent ease. From the moment that he entered the house, the lady conceived a mortal antipathy against him, and besought the laird to turn him a way. But the laird, of himself, never turned away any body, and moreover he had hired him for a trivial wage, and the fellow neither wanted activity and perseverance.

The natural consequenee of this arrangement was, that the lady instantly set herself about to make Merodach's life as bitter as it was possible, in order to get early quit of a domestic every way so disgusting. Her hatred of him was not like a common antipathy entertained by one human being against another—she hated him as one might a toad or an adder; and his occupation of jotteryman (as the laird termed his servant of all work), keeping him always about her hand, it must have proved highly disagreeable.

She scolded him, she raged at him, but he only mocked her wrath, and gigled and laughed at her, with the most provoking derision She tried to fell him again and again, but never, with all her address, could that she did not repent it. She was heavy and unweildy, and he as quick in his motions as a monkey ; besides, he generally had her in such an uugovernable iage, that when she few at him, she hardly knew what she was doing. At one time she guided her blows towards him, but he at the same instant avoided it with such dexterity, that she knocked down the chief hind,

In a word, the Lady of Wheelhope's inveterate ma. lignity against this one object, was like the rod of Moses, that swallowed up all the rest of the serpents. All her wicked and evil propensities seemed to be superseded by it, if not utterly absorbed in its virtues. The rest of the family now lived in comparative peace and quietness ; for early and late her malevolence was venting itself against the jotteryman, and him alone. It was a delirium of hatred and vengeance, on which the whole bent and bias of her inclination was set. She could not stay from the creature's presence, for in the intervals when absent froin him, she spent her breath in curses and execrations; and then, not able to rest, she ran again to seek him, her eyes gleaming with anticipated delights of vengeance, while, ever and anon, all the scaith, ridicule, and the harm, redounded on herself,

Was it not strange that she could not get quit of this sole annoyance of her life? One would have thought she easily might. But by this time there was nothing farther from her intention : she wanted ven. geance, full, adequate, and delicious vengeance, on her audacious opponent.

But he was a strange and terri. ble creature, and the means of retaliation came always, as it were, to his hand.

Bread and sweet milk was the only fare that Merodach cared for, and he having bargained for that, would not want it, though he often got it with a curse and with ill will. The Lady having intentionally kept back his wonted allowance for some days, on the Sabbath morning following, she set him down a bowl of rich sweet milk, well dragged with a deadly poison, and then she lingered in a litle ante-room to watch the suc. cess of her plot, and prevent any other creature from tasting of the poison. Merodach came in, and the housemaid says to him, “ There is your breakfast, creature."

“Oho! my lady has been liberal this morning," said he; but I am beforehand with her. Here, little Missie, you seem very hungry to-day-take you my breakfast." And with that he set the beverage down to the lady's little spaniel. It so happened that the lady's only son came at that instant into the ante-room, seeking her, and teazing his mamma about something that took her attention from the hall table for a space. When she looked again, and saw Missie lapping up the sweet milk, she burst from her lobby like a dragon, screaming as if her head had been on fire, kicked the bowl and the remainder of its contents against the wall, and lifting Missie in her hosom. she retreated hastily, crying

all the way.

she hit him, and never did she makes a helow and un tie nower-garden wall, just as his lady was laying her

“ Ha, ha, ha-I have you now!" cried Merodach, as she vanished from the hall.

Poor Missie died immediately, and very privately! in. deed, she would have died and been buried, and never one have seen her, save her mistress, had not Merodach, by a , nose over the flower-garden wall, just as his lady was laying her favourite in a grave of her own digging. She not per: ceiving her tormentor, plied on at her task, apostrophising the insensate little carcase" Ah! poor dear little creature, thou hast had a hard fortune, and hast drank of the bitter portion that was not intended for thee; but he shall drink it three times double, for thy sake!"

“ Is that little Missie?" said the eldrich voice of the jotteryman, close to the lady's ear. She uttered a loud scream, and sunk on the bank. Alack for poor

little Missie!" continued the creature in a tone of mockery,

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that, lifting the kitchen poker, she threw it at him with a full design of knocking out his brains; but the missile only broke every plate and ashet on the kitchen.

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“my heart is sorry for Missie. What has befallen her too little doubt that it was the blood of her own inno-whose breakfast cup did she drink?"

cent and beloved boy, the sole heir and hope of the “ Hence with thee, thou fiend!” cried the lady; family. The laird attended his boy's funeral, and laid "what right hast thou to intrude on thy mistress's pri. his head in the grave, but appeared exactly like a man vacy? Thy turn is coming yet, or may the nature of in a trance ; he seemed to have some far-fetched

concepwoman change within me.”

tion that his unaccountable jotteryman had a hand in “ It is changed already," said the creature, grinning the death of his only son, and other lesser calamities, with delight; “ I have thee now, I have thee now! And although the evidence in favour of Merodach's innocence were it not to show my superiority over thee, which I was as usual quite decisive, do every hour, I should soon see thee strapped like a This grievous mistake of Lady Wheelhope, can only mnad cat, or a worrying bratch. What wilt thou try be accounted for, hy supposing her under some evil innext?"

fluence. The mansion-house of Wheelhope was old and “I will cut thy throat, and, if I die for it, will re- irregularThe stair had four aoute turns, all the same, joice in the deed ; a deed of charity to all that dwells and four landing places all the same. In the uppermost on the face of the earth. Go about thy business." chamber slept the two domestics-Merodach in the bed.

“ I have warned thee before, dame, and I now warn farthest in, and in the chamber immediately below that, thee again, that all the mischief meditated against me, which was exactly similar, slept the young laird and will fall double on thine own head.

his tutor, the former in the bed farthest in; and thus, “ I want none of your warning, and none of

your

in- in the turmoil of raging passions, her own hand made structions, fiendish vur. Hence with your elvish face,

herself childless. and take care of yourself."

Merodach was expelled the family forthwith, but reIt would be too disgusting and horrible to relate or fused to accept of his wages ; and he went away apread all the incidents that fell out between this unac- parent sullenness and discontent, no one knowing whicountable couple. Their enmity against each other had ther. no end, and no mitigation ; and scarcely a single day When his dismissal was announced to the lady, who passed over on which her acts of malevolent ingenuity was watched night and day in her chamber, the news did not terminate fatally for some favourite thing of the had such effect on her, that her whole frame seemed lady's, while all these doings never failed to appear as electrified. “He must not go!-he shall not go!" she her own act. Scarcely was there a thing, animate or exclaimed. “No, no, no 0-he shall not be shall not inanimate, on which she set a value, left to her, that he shall not !" and then she instantly set about making was not destroyed; and yet scarcely one hour or mi. ready to follow him, uttering all the while the most nute would she remain absent from her tormentor, and diabolical expressions, indicative of anticipated venall the while, it seems, solely for the purpose of torment. geance. Oh could I but snap his nerves one by one, ing him.

and birl among his vitals! Could I but slice his heart But while all the rest of the establishment enjoyed off piecemeal in small messes, and see his blood lopper peace and quietness from the fury of their termagant and bubble, and spin away in purple slays; and then to dame, matters grew worse and worse between the fasci- see him grin, and grin, and grin! Oh-oh-oh nated pair. The lady haunted the menial, in the man- How beautiful and grand a sight it would be to see him ner as the raven haunts the eagle, for a perpetual quar- grin, and grin, and grin !" And in such stile would rel, though the former knows that in every encounter she run on for hours together. she is to come off the loser. But now noises were heard She thought of nothing, she spake of nothing, on the stairs by night, and it was whispered among the but the discarded jotteryman, who most people now menials, that the lady had been seeking Merodach's began to regard as not canny. They had seen him eat bed by night, and on some horrible intent. Several of and drink, and work like other people; still he had them would have sworn that they had seen her passing

that about him that was not like other men.

He was a and repassing on the stair after midnight, when all was boy in form, and an antediluvian in features. Some quiet; but then it was likewise well-known that Mero. thought he was a mule, between a Jew and an ape ; dach slept with well fastened doors, and a companion some a wizard, some a kelpie, or a fairy, but most of in another bed in the same room, whose bed, too, was all, that he was really and truly a brownie; be that as nearest the door. Nobody cared much what became of it may, in spite of locks and keys, watching and wakthe jotteryman, for he was an unsocial and disagreeable ing, the Lady of Wheelhope soon made her escape and person; but some one told him what they had seen, and eloped after him. The attendants, indeed, would have hinted a suspicion of the lady's intent.

But the crea

made oath that she was carried away by some invisible ture only bit his upper lip, winked with his eyes, and hand; and this edition of the story took in the country; said, “She had better let alone ; she will be the first but sensible people viewed the matter in another light, to rue that."

As for instance, when Wattie Blythe, the laird's old Not long after this, to the horror of the family and shepherd, came in from the hill one morning, his wife the whole country side, the laird's only son was found Bessie then accosted him—“His presence be about us, murdered in his bed one morning, under circumstances Wattie Blythe! have ye heard what has happened at that manifested the most fiendish cruelty and inveteracy the ha'? Things are aye turning waur and waur there, on the part of his destroyer. As soon as the atrocious and it looks like as if providence had gi'en up our laird's act was divulged, the lady fell into convulsions, and house to destruction. This grand estate maun now lost her reason; and happy had it been for her had gang frae the Sprots, for it has finished them.” she never recovered the use of her reason, or her cor- “Na, na, Bessie, it isna the estate that has finished poreal functions any more, for there was blood upon her the Sprots, but the Sprots that hae finished it, an' hand, which she took no care to conceal, and there was themsells into boot. They had been a wicked and de

generate race, an it's time the deil were looking after she with the laudable purpose of cutting my throat. his ain."

Tell your master and her brother, that I am not be bur. “Ah, Whattie Blythe, ye never said a truer say. An' dened with their maniac. I have scourged her, I have hasna the deil, or the fairies, or the browies, ta'en away spurned and kicked her, afflicting her night and day. our ladie bodily, and the haill country is running and and yet from my side she will not depart. Take her: riding in search o'her; and there is twenty hundred claim the reward in full, and your fortune is made, so merks offered to the first that can find her, an' bring farewell. her safe back. They hae ta’en her away, skin an' bane, The creature bowed and went away, but the moment body and soul, an'a', Wattie !"

his back was turned the lady fell a-screaming and strug“ Hech-wow ! but that is awsome! And where is it gling like one in an agony, and, in spite of the old thought they have ta’en her to, Bessie ?"

couple's exertions, she forced herself out of their hands, O, they hae some guess at that frae her ain hints and ran after the retreating Merodach. When he saw afere. It is thought they hae carried her after that better would not be, he turned upon her, und, by one Satan of a creature, wha wrought sae muckle wae about blow with his stick, struck her down; and not content the house. It is for him they are a' looking, for they with that, he continued to kick and beat her in such a ken weel, that where they get the tane they will get manner, as to all appearances, would have killed twenty the tither. Alack-a-day Wattie, keep ye a gayan sharp ordinary persons. The poor devoted dame could do louk out about the cleuchs and the caves o' our glen, nothing, but now and then utter a squeak like a half-worfor the lady kens them a'gayan weel ; and gin the ried rat, and writhe and grovel on the sward, till Wattie twenty hunder merks wad come our way, it might gang and his wife came up and withheld her tormentor from a waur gate. It wad tocher a'our bonny lasses." further violence. He then bound her hands behind her

* Ay, weel I wat, Bessie, that's nae lee. And now, back with a strong cord, and delivered her once more to when ye bring me amind o't, the L- forgie me gin I the charge of the old couple, who contrived to hold her dinna hear a creature up in the Broek holes this morn- by that means and take her home. ng, skirling as if something had been cutting its throat. Wattie had not the face to take her into the hall, but It gars å the hairs stand on my head when I think it into one of the out-houses, where he brought her brother may hae been our leddy, an' the droich of a creature to receive her. He was manifestly vexed at her reapmurdering her. I took it for a battle of wulcats ; but

pearance, and scrupled not to testify his dissatisfacwhen I think on it again, they war unco like some o' tion ; for when Wattie told him how the wretch had our leddy's unearthly screams—What is that I hear. abused his sister, and that, had it not been for Bessie's Bessie, rin to the door, an' see what noise that is." interference and his own, the lady would have been

Bessie ran to the door,' but soon returned an altered killed outrightcreature, with her mouth wide open, and her eyes set “ Why, Walter, it is a great pity that he did not kill in her head.

her outright," said he. “ What good can her life now “It is them, Wattie! it is them! His presence be do to her, or of what value is her life to any creature about us! What will we do?:.

living? After one has lived to disgrace all connected “ Them? whaten them?"

with them, the sooner they are taken off the better." “Why, that blackguard creature coming here, lead- He, however, paid old Walter down his two thousand ing our leddy by the hair o'the head, an' yerking her merks, a great fortune for one like him in those days ; wi’ a stick. I am terrified out o' my wits. What will and not to dwell longer on this unnatural story, I we do?"

shall only add, very shortly, that the lady of Wheel. We'll see what they say," said Wattie, as the two hope soon made her escape once more, and flew, as by entered, a frightful looking couple indeed. Merodach, an irresistible charm, to her tormentor. Her friends with his old withered face and ferret eyes, leading the looked no more after her ; and the last time she was Lady of Wheelhope by the hair, which was mixed with seen alive, it was following the uncouth creature up the gray, and whose face was all bloated with wounds and

water of Daur, weary, wounded, and lame, while he bruises, and having stripes of blood on her garments. was all the way beating her, as a piece of excellent

“How's this !-how's this, Sir," said Wattie Blythe. amusement. A few days afterwards, her body was “My leddy, I am unco grieved to see you in sic a plight. found among some wild haggs, in a place called CrookYe hae surely been dooms sair left to yoursell."

burn, by a party of the persecuted Covenanters that The lady shook her head, uttered a feeble hollow laugh, were in hiding there, some of the very men whom she and fixed her eyes on Merodach. But such a look! It had exerted herself to destroy, and who had been driver., almost frightened the simple aged couple out of their like David of old, to pray for a curse and earthly panIt was not a look of love nor of a hatred ex

ishment upon her. They buried her like a dog at the clusively; neither was it of desire or disgust, but it Yetts of Keppel, and rolled three huge stones upon

her was a combination of them all. It was such a look as

grave, which are lying there to this day. When they one fiend would cast on another, in whose everlasting found her corpse, it was mangled and wounded in a destruction he rejoiced.

most shocking manner, the fiendish creature having ma• Hear what I have to say,” said the creature-"I nifestly tormented her to death. He was never more came to do you a service. Here, take this cursed wretch- seen or heard of in this kingdom, though all the couned woman, whom you style your lady, and deliver her try-side was kept in terror for him many years afterup to the lawful authorities, to be restored to her hus

wards; and to this day, they will tell you of The band and her place in society. She is come upon one Brownie of the Black Haggs, which title he seems to that hates her, and never said one kind word to her -have acquired after his disappearance. in his life, and though I have beat her like a dog, still

The Ettrick Shepherd. she clings to me, and will not depart, so enchanted is

senses.

CIVIC BIOGRAPHY.

Wapping even to Temple Bar. He had not long

reached the zenith of his professional glory, when his A salmon's belly. Helluo, was thy fate :

father died, pronouncing his son's name and “ turtle" The doctor call'd, declares all help too late.

with his last sigh, and prophesying his approaching “ Mercy," cries Helluo. “ mercy on my soul, Is there no hope :--alas! then bring the jowl.”

greatness. Mr. Mullet, jun, now Mr. Mullet, was be

come a man of some consideration from his accumulated The late Alderman Sir Quin Mullet was the son of profits. He accordingly removed his establishment to Mr. James Mullett, who kept one of those magazines, a better situation, and the sale of his exquisite viands of vital importance to society, called sook-shops, in increased still more. He became a Common Council. Pudding-lane. Pope lisped in rhyme; and the late wor- man, and Alderman of Portsoken ward; was knighted thy Alderman, even before he could lisp, exhibited strong for taking up an address to the King, on the affair of powers of manducation, having been born with the wise

Peg Nicholson ; and kept his town and country houses. teeth, as the nurses call them, quite perfect. He drew

Soon after reaching this elevated distinction, it was, far more copiously from the breast than other children, that he was jokingly denominated by some city wags, which was one cause of his mother's falling into a de- Sur-Mullet.

cline, that terminated her existence, while he was yet After this sketch of his earlier history, I must speak

His eyes

an infant. The Alderman's first years were passed like those of other children, among whom, however, he was observed, from the early protrusion of the abdomen, or his being what is vulgarly called pot-bellied, to be always the least active. As he increased in growth, his mental faculties and peculiar genius more and more developed themselves. Sir Joshua Reynolds fell in love with his art from looking into a drawing-book, and the trophies of Miltiades gave enother great name to Greece. In like manner the incipient Alderman, at the sight of the smoking rounds of beef, and other savoury edibles in his father's shop, soon discovered an uncommon propensity for the culinary profession. His father was one of those easy, plodding men, who run through life without ambition, and mark no years with their deeds during their jog-trot journey. Accordingly, he never rose to greater eminence than on his first starting in business. It was reserved for his son to scale the steep of fortune, by the dint of a more aspiring spirit and more commanding talents. Young Mullet was found, at a very tender age, making his coup d'essai in a cor. ner of his father's shop, trussing an unlucky sparrow that had been given him by a playfellow. In vain was he apprenticed to a different trade—the ruling passion became irresistible. He hoarded his pence, and now and then cheapened a pigeon, which he cooked in the workshop when the workmen were gone to their meals, and devoured in solitude, with a sauce of his own inventior At length his indentures were cancelled, and he was taken home to be instructed in his father's trade, the true sphere for the exercise of his genius.

He taught himself to read from an old cookery book, which served the double purpose of inciting emulation in his art, and conferring on him a necessary acquirement; for schools, fifty years ago, were far less within reach of the humbler classes than they are now. Old Mullet viewed with rapture the dawning of his son's genius, thought him a prodigy, and chuckled over him to all the neighbours when they entered his repository of heef and black puddings. In truth, the lad acquired the art of cooking plain dishes by a sort of intuitive perception; and so well did he manage to hit the exact period of calorification for every joint that he rapidly increased his father's custom. He roasted a sucking pig to perfection in the first three months of his probation; and made such a progress in the more refined and abstruse branches of his useful science, that he rose to the very epic of cookery itself, by a well graduated ascent over all intervening dishes. He concocted turtle soup of such superlative merit in the eyes of gastronomists, that his fame spread east aad west, from

of my friend as a more exalted character.

With us wealth is the criterion of worth, and the most hated thing is poverty. Alderman Mullet was now become the boon companion of the titled and the rich. Pud. ding-lane was forgotten. With the gown of Alderman he fulfilled what are practically the most essential duties of the office. He attended all dinners with the scrupulous punctuality of a religious obligation, If he were not present at a court for ciril or judicial business he was found at the never-failing repast afterwards, He seemed at this period to put in practice the knowledge of his early years in a professional regard, that he might better enjoy the latter half of his days. He grew more good-humoured and corpulent. “ stood out with fatness.” He became “ huge hill of flesh,” like Falstaff; a complete“ man-mountain," as Swift has it. Every step he walked, huge collops of carnified accumulations, pendant from his chin, shook tremulously their scarlet honours, in token of the good cheer in which he partook. His voice seemed to issue from far distant recesses, with a hoarseness and labori. ous circumvolution of sound, a sort of volcanic exertion. He was always most happy at a city feast; then his oleaginous eyes shone forth from beheath his bushy eyebrows, like an ignis fatuus under a thicket, while the spoonfuls of green fat approached his pillowy and disparted lips, seconded by the cold punch and luculent champaign. His face was rotund and moony ; red with joyous wine, and somewhat geographical, for it bore numerous eminences, protuberances, and genile concavities, and when dining, rivulets of shining nectar occasionally from the corners of his mouth ; thus rivers and mountains might be seen “ on its spotted globe.” He ate voraciously, as if every new meal were to be his last ; and was once or twice rolled on a stone floor for repletion-a remedy frequently adopted at civic feasts to recover over-gorged brethren. This failing was the cause of his death-peace to his ashes ! He never was a husbander of nature's resources. He was no epicure of discretion, but a plain, downright, straight-forward hard eater. He never took exercise, to carry off the effects of repletion and create a fresh zest for enjoyment. He could not refine in his pleasure, but battened in it grossly. He had no system of politics for governing his stomach, but would lie a-bed eat a breakfast of half a dozen different things, take a huge lunch at mid-day, and keep all in its place with “ a stopper," as he termed it, of Cognac. Just before dinner he swal. lowed " a persuader" of Curaçoa, to excite an appetite -practices by no means to be defended, though Sir Quin was a genius. He was partial to a round of beef

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