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my life), and have ever spoke my full mind of him to some, to whom his panegyric mast naturally be least tasteful. I

never in thought swerved from him; I never betrayed him ; Angels.- We must humanize every thing before we can love I never slackened in my admiration of him; I was the same it. To fancy an angel rising in the east like a star, is making to him (neither better nor worse), thongh he conld not see him too potent and gigantic. He must come near to us, and in it, as in the days when he thought fit to trust me. At this our own shape : must be guarding innocence, or consoling ad- l instant he may be preparing for me some compliment above versity, or suggesting wisdom and sweeter thoughts to those my deserts, as he has sprinkled many such among his ad. who fancy themselves wicked, or conversing with the glad eyes mirable books, for which I rest his debtor; or, for anything and inarticulate raptures of infancy; for infants, when smiling LI know or

I know, or can guess to the contrary, he may be about to and babbling to theniselves, are supposed to be talking with

read a lecture on my weaknesses. He is welcome to them angels. Even those beautiful gorgeous wings, in which he is

(as he was to my humble hearth), if they can divert a spleen, invested by the poets, hardly seem to be an apparel in which

or ventilate a fit of sullenness. I wish he would not quarrel be is to stay with us. They are for a sudden vision, a stoop out

with the world at the rate he does; but the reconciliation of the lustre of Heaven. It is remarkable that the painters must be effected by himself, and I despair of seeing that have never giveu coloured wings to their angels. The tempta

day. But, protesting against much that he has written, and tion would seem to be great, the palette looks like a wing ready

some things which he chooses to do; judging him by his conmade, and yet they have not given it. No! the angel is the

versation, which I enjoyed so long, and relished so deeply; angel of one's infancy, the blooming white-vested boy with

or by his books, in those places where no clonding passion the spotless wings , and thus he is painted by the Guidos and

intervenes: I should belie my own conscience if I said less Correggios. We think we see him now, looking out of oue

than that I think W. H. to be, in his natural and healthy state, of their divine pictures, young, blooming, and innocent, natu. one of the wisest and finest spirits breathing. So far from ral as unconscious perfection, beautiful as truth. He is a boy

being ashamed of that intimacy wbich was betwixt us, it is on a noble scale, but still human ; and his large curls are

my boast that I was able, for so many years, to have preserved tawny with the poons of Paradise. An angel is the cborister

it intire; and I think I shall go to my grave without finding, of heaven, the page of martyrdom, the messenger from the

or expecting to find, such another companiou. Bat I forget home of mothers. He comes to the tears of the patient,

my manners-you will pardon me, sir-I return to my corand is in the blush of a noble anger. He kisses the band that

respondence.”—Examiner, gives an alms. He talks to parents of their departed children, and smooths the pillow of sickness, and supports the cheek of Flowers may be sent to any distance in a cylinder of tin, or the prisoner against the wall, and is the knowledge and com- other metal, about nine or ten inches in diameter, with a fort which a heart has of itself, when nobody else knows it, tube in the centre, to which they are tied as to a maypole. aod is the play fellow of hope, and the lark of inspiration, and The tube inscrews, so as to be taken out and charged with the lily in the dusk of adversity. All this we believe him, even flowers; and it is hollow, in order that it may be filled with should we hold his appearance to be a table, and though we water, for the purpose of preserving the flowers fresh. This deny the letter of a thousand things, out of which we would

ingenious utensil is the jovention of Mr. Cooper, gardener to extricate the spirit ; for wherever there is goodness and imagi

the Duke of Wellington, at Strathfieldsaye. See Gard, Mag. nation, there of necessity are thoughts angelical, winged inde vol. ix, p. 676.)-Loudon's Encyclopædia of Gardening. Structible hopes. The driest line of the geometer, if he knew all, were a wand of as much wouder as Prospero's; or, if it

It is remarkable, that in France, where there is ont one were not so, Prospero's itself were none, and our most exalted

religion, the sauces are ipfiuitely varied, whilst in England, aspirations would still be as unwarrantable as the earth we

where the different sects are innamerable, there is, we may touch. If anything unwise could be unpardonable, the only

say, but one single sauce. Melted butter, in English cookery, fault not to be forgiven were dogmatism; and yet where could

plays nearly the same part as the Lord Mayor's coach at civic an angelical thought exist, and forgivenesss not be disco

ceremonies, calomel, in modern medicine, or silver forks in vered ?-Leigh Hunt.

the fashionable novels. Melted butter and anchovies; The French rose-gatherer presents a refinement in floricul. melted butter and capers; melted butter and parsley tural instruments highly characteristic of its origin. The ge melted butter and eggs; and melted butter for ever: this is a neral form of this little engine is that of a pistol : it has a sample of the national cookery of this country. A sauce, handle and trigger like it, and a cutter in the manner of the made according to the principles of the art, excites and wire pliers, or flower-gatherer, disguised as a barrel. A rod, restores the appetite, flatters ihe palate, is pleasing to the answering to the ramrod, connects the pincers with the trigger, smell, and inebriates all the senses with delight. We have which last, being pressed, opens the pincers, that is, charges often heard a noble patron, whose taste on the subject is the pistol; the operator then presents the pistol to the rose to indisputable, assert, that sauces are to food what action is to be gathered, and so that, when the cutter operates, it may se oratory. We would bow to a famous sauce-maker, as we parate it at the precise point of the stalk deemed proper ; things would have done to Lord Byron or Sir Walter Scott; and being thus adjusted, the trigger is drawn, and the deed is done. amongst the immateriality of the soul, at the very fist line, Of course, this instrument, like a number of other horticultural we place “the prodigy of a perfectly well-made sauce." He toys manufactured by the Parisians, is chiefly pour les dames. was in the right; perhaps the wisdom and fertility of pa. Loudon's Encyclopædia of Gardening.

ture are not displayed with more splendour in the works of CHARACTER OF HAZLITT, BY CHARLES LAMB.-The fol

the creation, than is the genius of the cook in the composition lowing is taken from a letter of Mr. Lamb's to the Poet

of a sauce. Omnis pulchritudinis forma unitas est, said St.. Laureat, which is very little known. A short passage, refer. Augustine; therefore, there must be unity in every good. ring to the friendship of Lamb and Hazlitt, from a recent sance; there is a harmony of taste as well as of colours and article in the New Monthly, will explain the circumstances sounds. If it were not so, why should not the organ of taste under which the letter was written :-"'Their friendship was be wounded by one composition, and so agreeably flattered by once interrupted by some wilful fancy on the part of the another. Thence it follows, that more sagacity and taste are irritable and world-soured philosopher. At this time, Southey requisite than we are generally willing to allow. To appre. happened to pay a compliment to Lamb at the expense of

ciate a sauce, a delicate palate is as pecessary to these kinds some of his companions—Hazlitt among them. The faithful

of cooks, as a refined ear to a musician. Father Castel and answerving heart of the other, forsaking not, although

wanted only fine scientific eyes to feel the harmony of his forsaken, retused a compliment at such a price, and sent it colours; and a skilful sauce-maker requires only an experia back to the giver. The character of William Hazlitt, which enced palate, to taste the harmowy of the flavours of his he wrote at the same time, may stand for ever as one of the ragouts. prondest and truest évidences of the writer's heart and intellect. It brought back at once the repentant offender to Ude's plan for a ball is to organient the sideboard with a the arms of his fiiend, and pubing again separated tbem till basket of fruit, instead of insignificant pieces of pastry, death came.” This is ihe character in question :-" From the which are at once expensive in inaking, and objects oti rido other gentleman I neither expect nor desire (as he is well cule to the congoisseur. Place in their stead, things that can assnred) any such concessions as L. H. made to C. What be eaten, such as jelly, plates of mixed pastry, and sand. kath sonred him, and made bim suspect his friends of in. wiches of a superior kind; and if the founder of the feast fidelity towards him, when there was no such matter, I know be great and generous, avail yourself of his generosity, and not. I stood well with him for fifteen years (tbe proudest of make excelleot articles. This is indeed sense.

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grey quiet day—I think in April-when my authority,

the oldest man alive thirty years ago, but at that time In the county of Roscommon, a few miles eastward a mere gossoon, come up to Charley, just as he was from Ballintubber, and perhaps as many southward giving the horses a turn towards the unlucky Hole. from the beautiful and picturesque village of Castle " Bless the work," said the boy in his native tongue. plunket; on one of those broad pasture hills which, " And you too,' answered Charley. with interesting uniformity, undulate that county, the “ Arrah Charley is'nt it the unlucky day for you to curious traveller may discover a large and almost cir. be out upon the hill ? Murtogh O'Flanagan saw the cular pool, into which we must here particularly caution | red cloud over the hole these three nights back, and he him against tumbling by any inadvertence, as it is a said in the village that something would happen this matter of the utmost uncertainty how far he may go | blessed day." before he can reach the bttoom-if truly, as the sa Poor Charley looked as white as a sheet, and replied gacious elders of the vicinity say.-there really be in a low voice,“ Sure enough, Padeen Ruadth, others any bottom“ at all, at all.” This point the learned besides him says that: but I'll put up the horses after reader must settle as he pleases for himself-we will this turn, and give over the work for this day, any way. only, as becometh a faithful historian, lay before him, Run away like a good boy, and tell Watty Egan to be with the most scrupulous accuracy, some facts which at the stable; and tell Malshe to put down the praties." leave little if any doubt upon this deep subject. Of “ Away I went," said old Paddy, “ for he looked those facts nothing need be offered in confirmation-it terrible ghashly, and he was going on just as if he may be enough to observe that they are handed down could't help himself. Sure enough, then, I did exactly to us by that most unquestionable of channels-oral as I was bid, and every thing was ready for him at the tradition. Some of them have occured within the house ; but deuce a bit of Charley came. Well, then, memory of man, and of one, as the reader shall perceive, the people waited and waited a great while out and out we ourselves are the unworthy witness.

for him; and then poor Malshe began to be freckened The earliest account of Pulcahil, or Charley's Hole, up alive, sure enough. At last the poor cratur called of which the tradition is distinct enough to descrve the all the boys, and myself that was wid them. “ Come name of history, does not reach further back than the along, Padeen Ruadth," she cried out, “ and all of ye's beginning of the eighteenth century; before which childers dear, let ye's be coming; we'll find him if he's period we must refer all its traditions to the fabulous above ground, any how." Well, away we wint, every ages of antiquity ; though, of course it is to be inferred mother sowl of us; and as we wint along every body that this remarkable Hole must from the remotest in the town, big and little, that we.met, came wid us, period have been a scene of wonderful and mysterious and every body said something to encourage the poor occurrences. The legend with which we will com crature, Says one, “ O poor man, poor man, he's mence this narrative is not so interesting in itself, as drowned for sartin, to be sure.” “ And sure I knew valuable for its being the earliest we have ; and also it, Malshe ; and did'nt I see the red cloud,” says from its supplying us with the derivation of the modern another. But the poor thing would not be comforted. name of the Pool. We will, therefore, relate it briefly. So on we wint, every step of the way until we saw the

A poor man, of whom all that can now be discovered top of the hill forenent us; but not a Charley was is, that his name was Cahil, (the Irish for Charley) there. Well, then, sure enough, a great cry began ; was plowing with four horses, near this Hole, upon and before we war half-way up the hill, there was the some Saint's Day. What precise saint, it would be full of a race-coorse of all sorts with us. Well, then, hard to guess ; but it is certain that on the day of | we looked up and down on every side, but still there some great Irish Saint, Charley was plowing near this was no Charley to be found. But across the furrow, Hole, in defiance of the repeated warning of some just a little way on from where I was discoorsin with female friend, who, from her pertinacity upon the oc him, there was a broad hollow track on to the hole, all casion, is presumed to have been his wife. It is cer. the ways. Sure, then, no mortal ever saw the likes tainly known that the poor fellow, as is unhappily of it before. Throth it was just now as if poor Charley usual on such occasions, disregarded these warnings, and the bastes were all pulling agin one another, there though strongly enforced by some of those ominous was such a trampling, and stamping, and marks of dreams, which used, long ago, to usher in all fatal great struggling back, every fut over to the water side. events. The consequences may be foreseen. With Well, then, as we went on, the track grew deeper, just that infatuation uniformly characteristic of doomed as if one of the bastes was threwn down, and there was persons, the poor man led his horses to the hill ; and grate splashes of blood, and some of the boys said there for some hours whistled away at his unlucky work as was marks of great big unnatherl feet. But no one gaily as if nothing at all was to happen.

said much at this time, for the people all was grately It was a little before noon, and the day was a clear | frightened, for the place had a very unnatherl look,


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sure enough ; and every body went away very soon. | admirashun, “ Well,” says Atty to himself, for he But not a bit of man or baste was ever seen after that was the cute and sensible boy anyway, “ this flogs the blessed day; and that's the reason it was called Pulcabil the world ; sure there is'nt a living sowl within a mile ever since."

iv this, barring the stone wall there below-and the Little Paudeen · Ruadth, (or Red Paddy,) was about Widdy O'Roorke's ould house, aud nobody living in it 105 years old when I heard this sad story from him, in these twelve years back. Well, on he went stout enough 1805. He was probaby fifteen at the time of the event, for he was a brave lad, and had a good supin ; and as which fixes its precise period in April, 1717. Since he come on, the pipes grew louder every step, and he that time there had been ten persons lost in the same could hear the boys and girls talking and laughing place; all under very marked and peculiar circum away ike mad—and then the feet thribbling it away, stances, such as to invest this fatal and portentous Hole on the flure, at a great rate entirely. “ Well, well,” with an unquestionable claim upon the attention of the says Atty, “ but there's great doins here," just then, curious. This attraction is much heightened by the as he was speaking, he came up to the rise of the hill, general belief in that part of the country, that eleven and sure enough there was the sport in arenest. Before more persons are still to be lost in the same place. I him there stood a fine big slated house, with a white could never very clearly ascertain how this melancholy wall, and the shine of twinty mowld candles straming fact has been ascertained. This much is undoubted, out from the door and the windys, and a great gethering that in every case of this kind which has oceurred, the of beautiful dressed boys and girls, laughing, and red cloud, very much resembling the reflection which a screeching, and danciug away for the bare life. The furnace, or some other strong fire, throws upward on door was standing wide open, and a fine brave ould the clouds in a dark night; inrariably appears above gintleman, drest like any lord in the land, was just the Hole. As to the real source of this there is much coming out of it. Well, then, surely enough, as soon difference of opinion. Besides this awful sign, there as he cast his eye upon Atty, he shouted out quite free are some other strange circumstances preity generally and asey-like, “ Arrah, thin, Atty Muldoon, is that known, which are, in no small measure, calculated to yourself; its right glad to see you I am ; come in, help out the general effect of these already mentioned. come in, iny fine fellow ; yourself is kindly welcome. Sometimes late of a summer evening when strangers Come in, my gay boy, come in." for strangers only durst venture there at such hours “ Well, the sorra the likes of this I ever heard," when strangers are crossing by the good broad path says Atty to himself, afeard the great gintleman would which passes close over the steep bank wbich conceals hear him. But as he was always a very civil boy, and Charley's Hole-until one almost steps into it-quite quick with his manners, he answered up in a moment, ignorant of where they are; all of a sudden, (I shall “I thank your honour kindly, Sir; but it's going always retain the language of my informant,) sweet asthray I am in these parts, and I'd be greatly bemusic is heard, and a garden full of smiling posies, or houldin' to your honour if you'd be afther telling me beautiful groves, just like the groves of Blarney, with the way to the Widdy Casey's to night." gay fruit trees, all covered with apples and plumbs, and “ Is it the Widdy Casey's, Attyi Just step in and fair young girls pulling away, and laughing, and danc I'll be with you myself, wid two or three more boys ing, and singing such pretty songs, and looking so that's going that way in the twinkling of a thundercomical and bewitching ; or may be a regular ball, with | boult," half a dozen pipers, and tables laid out with all the " Why, thin, I thank you kindly, Sir," says Atty; best of good eating and drinking; or, perhaps, a nate “but there's Pat Noonan and Billy Hurley a little taste cottage, with a fine fire crackling and blazing away in over the hill on before, and its wanting to be in with the chimly, and a good-looking farmer-like man at the them I'd be.door to say cead milie failte, and ask one in to take an “ Augb, thin, sorra take you with your ceremony; air of the fire. And, sure enough, this was exactly can't you be coming in at wanst, and not keep us waitwhat happened to Atty Muldoon, over at the cross ing in the cowld air. Sure, isn't it Billy Hurley and roads. But Atty was up to the thing, bekase he used Pat Noonan that's here waiting for you this half hour, always to be going the road with Father Mike every you aumadhawn,” says the great gintleman, all the night from the big house, and from Buck M·Dermit's, time walking on wid great long steps, this ways up to and all the great houses in the country, for Father Mike Atty ; and when he stood up close before him, in the was very great with the whole set of them. Augh, dim star-light, sure enough Atty thought it was the 'tis he was the pleasant company for the quality any ould boy himself. Well, thin, he took Atty just this how-glory to his sowl! But, as I was saying, Atty ways by the collar, and dragged him on towards the was a cute boy, and knew the ways of every thing su-| door of the great house, saying, as he was going, pernathral. Well, then, sure enough, Atty was just " Come alony now, my boy, Noonan and Hurley's in crossing the hill to go down to a wake that was at here, and it's they is taking the raal sup. Come along Carabawn that night, and his way was right down by my gay boy, you musn't go without a proper skiutui the Hole; but Atty was a gay, airy, rolicking blade, of the best this blessed night." and its little he thrubled himself about it. The night Well, sure enough, Atty was a cute boy, and somewas pleasant and starry, and there was a rush-light thing came across him just then, and he grew terribly glimmer upon the hills, from the new moon that was a feard; and instead of going with the ould boy, he just going down behind the trees of Infield. Well, pult agin him with might and main. Away they kept then, all of a suddent, what should Atty hear but a gay pulling both of them: the ould gentleman making blast out of the pipes, all as one as if it was at his very believe to be quite good-nathured all the time, and ears, rattling away with the “ swaggering jig," until saying, every moment, “Sure Noonan and Hurley is Atty's heart was jigging up into his very throat with within ;" and poor Atty saying nothing all the while,


only pulling away for his life. Well, thin, at last he

I saw the future lying

Like a map before my eye,got a terrible pull out and out from the ould lad.

And that form was still undying “ Augh, tbin, holy St. Biddy, what's this for ?" says

And the cloud had floated by! Atty. Well, thin, to be sure, the moment be named

'To make a dream an omen the blessed saint, away went the house, and the trees,

To guide me on my way !and the laughing, and the noise, and the ould gintle

To trust me to a woman ! man, just in one flash of lightening; and there was

What will the wise ones say ? Atty standing all alone by himself. And there was the

I care not-than the seeming

They have nothing more to show,hole of Pulcahil, sure enough, and Atty just within

Oh! there's many a bliss in dreaming one foot of the edge of it-deuce a word o’lie in it.

Those wise ones never know ! But one step more would have done his business for him.

Well, Sir, when the morning came poor Atty took to his bed; but no one knew what was become of Paddy

JOHN BULL. Noonan and Bill Hurley, till Atty got well enough to tell the whole story. Then ould Pat Hadian, of Carane Mr. John Bull is very self-complimentary on his below, who had always a great head-piece, said, “Why, character for straight-forwardness. Are you a stranger thin, now boys, may be the ould gintleman-if gin to him, reader? If you have lived only with him, and tleman he be-tould the truth for wanse in his life ; let heard only his account of himself, you are, indeed. If yees go and be thrying the Hole."

however, you have looked much among other people, Well, all of us went next morning; and by this you may have been tempted into a little thinking; blessed stick, there was Noonan and Hurley sure enongh; (though this does not always follow I have known and it was the pitiful sight to see the two poor boys, many of his family who returned as unprejudiced as and both of them having a wife and six childer, come they set out on the journey ;) you may have compared up that morning to the top of the water, with the mark him with others. However the case stands, I caution of the same ould gintleman's ugly hands upon them yon, if you have any trade with this straight-forward both."

gentleman, do not venture at him, straightforwardly ; if We might easily fill a book with other facts equally you do, you will pitch upon his horns : or, take my curious and authentic-but there is a general similarity word for it, (if you have not tried the experimnet,) he throughout this class of events, and little variation in | will slip aside—and “ rattle” and “ crack” your sconce the history of most of these escapes ; some have escaped cries out against the wall, to which he delegates the narrowly, by leaving hat or coat behind in the struggle,

office of receiving and welcoming you. “ He likes a which mostly takes place ; but the most approved ex man to he straightforward ; he hates all circumvention pedient, in this trying emergency, is to repeat a charm

and all circumlocution; he is mathematician enough to or a prayer to the saint of the day, all the while bold.

know that the shortest road between two points is in a ing a stick in such a manner as to stop the progress straight line." This is part of that system of morality forward: when this is recollected the danger is not the words of which he has been told: the matter very great, as the illusive appearances commonly melt taught is different, You must tell him you know he away, and the water becomes distinctly visible, during | does, and is, &c., or you can never prevail with him. the process ; the only consequence on such occasions is

Tickle him, dose him, stuff him with Aummery, oil him, a slight fit of illness, occasioved by the nervous shock, grease him, give him his pap with a ladle, daub him said to be experienced in every instance, this we can with honey and treacle ; but, ob ! carefully and dili. readily believe, the whole thing is, indeed, quite natu gently eschew all mustard and cayenne in your admiral.-It is to be observed that much valuable infor

nistered mixtures. How he will bellow, and roar, and mation has been lost owing to the circumstances that

butt, if you offer them to him! Though these are insome of the parties concerned have not come back to gredients he cannot abide himself, he is bounteous in tell their story.

bis dispensation of them,-really so; and is thrown into ecstacies when he sees them hite, excoriate, and exacerbate his friends and neighbours. Do not forget

this ; you can try it on emergency; it will be your DREAMS.

point of refuge when all things else fail; a dernier

ressort, in which you will be certain to meet safety, - a pleasant dream

and Mr. John Bull's most liberal patronage. But other At best can be but dreaming, And if the true may never beam

matter for him: though your gorge may rise, yet perOb! who would slight the seeming.".- PRAED. severe, you cannot satiate, you cannot cloy him. Go

on, I say and you will be the victor, and he your dupe. I go-yet Iam siniling,

As sure as you are born, you will be impaled if you
I weep, yet am not sad,
Tho’a dream he all beguiling,

attack him in any other way; or if once, after you Yet a dream hath made me glad ;

begin to dose him, you grow ashamed, or sick of the And darkness, like the raven,

work and draw off, expect to die in a ditch, ; for all May be brooding from afar, Yet my bark shall leave the haven

his first impressions are the offsprings, the shootings, With a dream it's polar star,

the twitchings of his habitual suspicion. I was about

to call it his natural suspicion,' but it is not that. It A form hath been before me, And its look was like to thine,

is true, he imbibes it so early that you may trace it as A cloud bath floated v'er me,

far back as his first draught of mother's milk; it is ir. But its colour was divine,

resistible ; mechanical to him as a spoon to his soup. All first advances, he eyes with a knowing suspecting, 1 “ Yes, I see it; with a carpet of eye-gladdening ver detecting glance. A clever fellow is Mr. John Bull! dure, surrounded on three sides by a crisp and clumpy “ He is not a going to be taken in!" not he! Never copse half way down it, and at its foot a liquid ribbon mind that, but on-on-on, I say, and he will soon sparkling, Auttering, and waving: beautiful.! Nature! close both his eyes, as a cat does when you tickle him here, indeed, thou art lovely. I bow to her in worship, under the ear ; then it is that Mr. John Bull thinks his sir.”_" Mad as a March bare," stares Mr. John Bull; vision most perfect, most clear, and you may plunge but he is silent, and becomes semi-solky. Hark ye, your hands each into a pocket of his breeches ; then be Telemachus, you will be swamped to a certainty ; that sure you call him generous Briton or Englishman, for is not the kind of talk you are to hold to Mr. John “ he detests Aattery," he says, (which is a bit of the Ball; you must admire and envy the owner of the system,) or woe betide you for “ an ungrateful vaga beauty, for all his sense of it is in possession : it is his. bond," &c.

So let it be thus, “ Ah! sir, you have a noble estate, a O glorious and renowned Mr. John Bull! Look, magpificent one, in high cultivation ; does you honour, yonder stands his castle, entrenched by a ditch of cau- | sir; honour to your taste, and skill, and agricultural tion, fifty feet wide and sixty deep, triply circum knowledge.” “I am glad you like it”. Mended, vallated by suspicion, bastioned by mistrust, barriered Telemachus; but not exactly the thing yet. Remember, by stamp-receipts, portcullised by a certificate, draw. it is the ownership which make the cockles of his heart bridged by a document, Casements barred and closed “ to leap." And there, just turning to the eastward -loop-holes spiked-crenelles, every inch of them, I of that plantation, is a most charming and inviting cheveux-de-frized. There is the gate-there is the spot; fertility embraced by seclusion; there, the wildrawbridge-up-and a road bere directly leading to low, and ash, and shrubs, bending to gaze at their own them. Blow the horn-ring the bell-knock, knock, beauty in the mirror that flashes below them. I am knock, at the outer barrier. All in vain! He is not to sure you are often teinpted to sit there, with a book or be seen, Ha! there he is ; peeping through a loop. a'-" That, sir, is not mine." Blank again! Get hole: again-higher up-shaking his sapient noddle back into the house. He has something else to show at the crenelles. “ This house is mine." Hear you you : no hope of you here. this absolute mine? It is exploded with a pluff, as if “ You have not seen my pictures—and my sculptures: a barrel of soap.suds had blown out the bung. "Every here they are, sir.” A coup d'ail from the collection brick in these walls, which you are staring at is mine. at once enchains your faculties before you examine (Mrs. and the young ones use the plural, but Master more closely and in detail. “Admirable effect, excelscorns all cases except the possessive singular.) Gates, lent judgment in the arrangement, sir."-" Yes; I paid doors, windows, chimneys, here are mine. The mud a man five guineas a day while he was doing it, and in that ditch is mine ; every bubble that spirts up on it all his expenses.”—“. What! doing all his expences ? belongs to me : they are my bubbles, sir! That is Oh, I understand.” That was a slip, Telemachus ; he my road which you are on.” The sky overhead is his, half-suspected you. “ Money well expended, Mr. John but he does not say so : he fears you would laugh at Bull. That is a Correggio. Beautiful ! divine emahim : (another bit of the system:) nettles, weeds and nation of genius! " Fine picture, is it not, sir ?" cobwebs, are all his. The vermin in the garret, the

66 Indeed it is, Mr. John Bull. Exquisite Correggio! mice in the pantry, and the rats in the barn, are not And that statue, too. Canova has waved the marble his; he absolves them from all allegiance ; else they over with lights and shadows of spiritual beings, and belong to his neighbour, who sends them here to sponge breathing existence. Correggio and Canova, side by on his good nature and plenty. “ How do you do, side, brother in immortality”—“ The fellow is cracked ! sir?" “ Bow! wow! wow !” “ You are quite well, I again stares Mr. John Bull. Pish! you simpleton, hope, Mr. John Bull." He hears you not : he is gone Telemachus ; what cares he for Correggio or Canova ? to unchain and unmuzzle the, mastiffs. You cannot You should say, “ they have cost you a great sum:” find entrance that way ; but do not despair; look round : He loves to be elicited on these matters; or, “ you are reconnoitre the fortress. Ha! there you see a vul. a fortunate man to possess these treasures." " Why, nerable crown-work ; that is BASTION Gullible; fire yes,” says he “ I love to patronize") that is his phrase) away! again ! again! there, you batter in breach ; he “ the arts, as every gentleman ought whose furtune welcomes the assault ; he capitulates ; down draw. will enable him to afford to do so." Ha, right, right bridge ! up portcullis ! “ Knaves, make haste ; do not now, Telemachus; you may elaborate safely; you have keep a gentleman waiting at my gates." He greets struck the right chord ; his drowsy soul awakened at you leartily ; “ Welcome, sir; welcome to Wheedle the sound. It is he who must be the object of your Castle.” (I have translated the name of the place with admiration ; he, the possessor ; he, the owner of these a view to your better understanding it; it goes by a pictures and sculptures. Correggio and Canova be different appellation.) Take me as your invisible men hanged! What were they but two onion-munching, tor, be you Telemachus, reader, through the mansions saffron, bilious-faced Italians! he can buy them both. and grounds he obliquely shows to you. From wine Now proceed onwards through that door ; within the bins in the cellar to lumber in the attics, from porch recess is another-baized, brass-nailed, gilt-leathered, at entrance to the dunghill behind the stables, the hos and noiseless ; no creaking, no jar ; it turns in defepitable, courteous, free-hearted fellow escorts you, com rential silence on its binges, It is the portal to the municative, descriptive, and explanatory in all. Up to sacred precints of the library. Enter. How calm is the turret-leads with him you go. There is a glorious every thing here ! how mildly subdued the light! prospect! every way, far and near, all around, -rich, Imagination, wisdom, knowledge, thought, inspiration, verdant, various, beautiful! " My land extends about | beautiful intelligence in repose ; and all is in pinhalf a mile over the hill; you see the hill yonder? breadth order; nothing displaced, nothing disturbed ;

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