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of Madeira at luncheon, stumbled along the 'corridor to attentions of a married man:-mand to persuade tive jovial the billiard-room, singing “ I am the boy for bewitching Jack, that the party at his uncle, Richard Martindale's, could them," in a tone that would have drowned Jack Cleverley's not get on without him, and were much hurt by the infre. loudest view halloo! Her head-nurse gave her warning, quency and brevity of his visits., Jack was not the man and even the nursery-maid “warn't going to stay to be to resist such an appeal. A house filled with three amamade keeper to them two little heathen savages." Forced teurs of whisky toddy, and three lively chatty women, prointo a premature assumption of strength and authority, the sented a real attraction; and even Richard Martindale, his nervous lady exerted herself to resume her post in the friend, was no less surprised than delighted to observe how drawing-room :_and then things went worse then ever. unreservedly he came among them, and how ready he was

The treacherons Anne had evidently coalesced with for a carouse with the brawling O'Callaghan or his nepher Julia and Harriet ; and great was the art with which all | Marriot. Old Wartou looked on with his cunning eye three prevented their nefarious proceedings from coming and puckered face, and saw, with delight, that a catastrophe under Martindale's observation, by soothing him with waz brewing. their flatteries and pretended regard. It was vain for

Now, Mrs. Richard Martindale, on her inauguration Mary-Matilda to hint to Mrs. Trotter that her poor hus. into the circles of the neighbourhood, had not been so in. band, doubtless, found his solitary situation in the fens ex attentive to her own interests as not to secure a partişan ; treemly disagreeable ; or to Captain and Mrs. O'Callaghan, and the same incipient ambition which prevented her from that the weather was growing delightfal for a voyage. resting on her pillow till she had magnified her own dignity They always contrived that the worthy Richard should by the acquisition of a place in the country, had suggested seize that very opportunity for assuring them that his house her choice of the County Member to be her knight and was their own; that if Trotter found it dull at Swamper-champion. There was something in the solemn dull imton, he had better join his wife at Marygold Hill; and practicability of the well-looking, well-conducted, Mr. that the state of Irish affairs was not such as to justfy his Blickling, which forbade all possibility of scandal ;mand Connemara brother-in-law in a precipitate return to his it was therefore highly satisfactory to her feelings to roll Sabine farm. His wife could have found it in her heart into the Hertford ball-room on the arın of this mights diz. to Burke him for his officious hospitality to her encroaching nitary; or to hear the Hertfordshirians from the south: family.

western extremity of the county inquire at the Hatfield Nor was it only that their innovations produced real in. Tuesdays, to whom their favourite member was paying convenience and annoyance in the establishment; but the such marked attention ?-Mrs. B., like most county mere Martindale family, living near enough to have an eye upon bers' wives, was too much accustomed to see him bowing, their proceedings, and enchanted to have an opportunity and beauing, and philandering, after the fashion of Sur of paying off to the nabob's wife the innumerable slights Christopher Hatton with Queen Elizabeth, to take the least and insults with which she had beset them, took care to note of his proceedings; and Richard was gratified to perlet her see they were fully aware that her hungry swarm ceive that his wife, her pearls, and ostrich feathers, were of poor relations had alighted like locusts upon poor Rich-received with becoming attention. Nothing could be fur. atil's property, to devastate and devour. The elder brother, ther from gallantry than such a liaisan. Blickling himself Robert, had died a few months before; expressly for the was a man who sometimes (spoke," bụt never talked

. purpose, Mrs. Richard thonght, of bequeathing sixty Deeply imbued with a sense of his personal dignity as the thousand pounds to the Marriots, and making Clotilda representative of the county, and proprietor of one of its more vulgar and presuinptuous than ever; but the remain finest estates, he considered loquacity derogation : and harder of the Martindale clan (rejoiced to find out, and to show ing made it his maxim that men often repent of saying to they had found out, that the family of " my father Sir much but never of saying too little, was looked upon as John Grinderwell,” with which they had been so frequently one of the most sensible men either in the House or out of evitted, was, in fact a tribe of needy beggars) constantly it. Thousands of people said " there was no one on whose wrote her word that they would drop in upon her and their opinion they relied so much as on that of the Member for brother or uncle Richard, “ when her own family had quit. Hertfordshire," without perceiving that he was never known ted her. They would not think of intruding so long as she to give one, but contented himself with botying gracefully had so much good company about her." _ Wretches! not and assentingly to the expression of their own. one of them but knew she had as much chance of getting To her growing intimacy with this senatorial tumefacrid of her sisters, as of that capital mansion known by the tion, the recent accurrences in her family had opposed some name of Marygold Hill. Misfortunes now came in battalions upon the unhappy weather permitted her to drive over to Blickling Park, she

obstacles ; but now that she was out again, and that the Mrs. Richard. Her Husband's friend, Ned Warton, arrived, contrived to make her way there unaccompanied, and 10 and joined O'Callaghan and Jack Cleverley in torturing her take a long stroll in the shrubberies with a party staying delicate sensibilities. She was nearly turned out of her in the house. Satisfied by the profound reverence of the own chamber to accommodate guests, and there found no refuge frum shouts of laughter and the fumes of cigars and ever, Mrs. Martindale no sooner found herself, by one o

Member's bow, that she was still as great a favourite 25 whisky toddy ascending from the hall

, soon warned her the turns of the shrubbery, alone upon his arm, tha se that the monster Warton, and the brute oʻCallaghan, were seized the opportunity to renew all her former declarations colleaguing over their saturnalian orgies ; and very pro- of relying solely and singularly upon his guidance in the bably engaging poor Richard hiinself in a career of libera direction of her own conduct ; assuring him that his so. tinism. “And this," said she, as she wept over a plate of perior wisdom

could alone extricate her from a most u partridge and bread sauce, furtively brought up by her own pleasant dilemma.

It was impossible to place, even Mr. maid, “ this is the comfort of having a Place of one's own Martindale in her confidence ; for the delicate relation in in the Country!_"

which the offending parties st od towards him, might lead Dick Marriot, to torment his amiable aunt and another lady neighbour, 'entered into the league offensive of Warton and looked steadfastly and inquiringly at his fair como

to the most unpleasant results.” Mr. Blickling paused

, and the gallant O'Callaghan, and undertook to point out panion, but said nothing. to the notice of Mrs. Cleverley the frequency of her dear of saying nothing.

He was very much in the habil Jack's visits to Marygold Hill, connected with the charms and ingenuous sprightliness of the widow families of the neighbourhood had been so kind is to show

“During her recent indisposition," she resumed, " the MacGlashun; leaving it to the well-known susceptibility a great deal of attention to her sisters. They had been a of the lady of Poplar Lodge to favour her friend

and neigh- as many dinner-parties,

as many, Christmas halle, as if the bour Mrs. Martindale, whom she detested as heartily 3s had not been confined to her room. Mes. O'Callaghan had friends and neighbours in a dull country neighbourhood been kind enongh to stay with

her ; but Julia and Harriet are compelled to do for want of better employment, with had been constantly qut. Probably die had frequently met her opinion of the conduct of her sister in encouraging the l them"


The Member bowed as to the Treasury Bench, but said that vile fellow the house, and preserving the honour of my nothing; - he was yery much in the habit of saying noa family, thing

Again the prim and prudish Blickling executed his “ All this, she was sorry to admit,-sorry for the sake favourite evolution ; when, startled by a sudden burst of of her own family, sorry 'for the sake of a respectable laughter at the bookroom window, both looked up, and family in the neighbourhood, had been productive of perceived the blooming face of the widow MacGlashun much mischief!"

laughing under her gipsey-hat; while Ned Warton stood Mr. Blickling started and stared. He even spoke; he by her side, with a countenance as malignantly significant cried' “ Indeed !" and much as Kean himself might have as that of Vathek's Giaour. Mary-Matilda rose with inIago-ed the word ; and when his friend Mrs. Richard Mar- effable dignity; and the County Member again uncrossed tindale proceeded to unfold to him the agonized apprehen- his legs, and was on them in a mnoment. sions entertained by Mrs. John Cleverley of Poplar Lodge, "Observe, my dear madam, the corrupt condition of and her owu terror lest “any thing unpleasant” should modern society," said he sententiously, as he threw open happen during her sister's visit at Marygold Hill, he seem the door into the saloon. « Such is the depraved state of ed quite as much shocked and alarmed as she could possibly those unfortunate people's minds, that they are putting an desire. But, although she expressly asked his advice, and evil construction on the innocent friendship existing be. in her unwillingness to involve Martindale in a quarrel tween a woman so exemplary as you, a man so unsuscepti. with his friend Jack, begged to know whether it was not ble of immoral impressions as myself. Ah ! madam !-ah! plainly her duty to get rid of the indiscreet Mrs. Mac Mrs. Richard Martindale !-- what is the world coming to !" Glashun as quietly as possible, the great man of Blickling The evening arrived.- the evening passed ;-the eyes of Park could not be induced to express a decided opinion. Jack Cleverley's wife and Mrs. MacGlashun's sister were He shook his head, waved his hands, elevated his eyebrows, carefully fixed upon the proceedings of the delinquents ;cleared his voice ; and Mary-Matilda finally quitted the but nothing transpired, The little widow was certainly shrubbery, under a persuasion that her platonic knight had looking very handsome, and danced beautifully and with advised her to do exactly what she had driven over to Blick- great animation; but, as Mr. Blickling observed aside to ling determined to effect ; viz., to bring matters to a crisis his fair friend, “ If she flirted at all, it was clearly quite by bringing all the parties concerned publicly together. as much with that eccentric old humourist, Warton, as with

To this Mis Martindale resolved to give a ball, which, the valiant Jack.” The ball passed off, as announced by to kill two birds with one stone, was also to be a popularity the Hertford paper next morning, “ with unexampled eclat." ball, and to celebrate a christening.

Most of the county grandees were absent from indisposiThe morning arrived, and the Blicklings (to whom Mrs. tion. Weippert's music was supposed to have gone by the Trotter had volunteered to surrender her apartment) arriv- wrong coach, for it never inade its appearance. The Ared also; and while poor Richard paraded the lady' round gands would not burn. The white soup was sour, and the his improvements, and broke her shins over his patent cast lobster sallad sweet. Still, for a county-ball, the thing iron fences, his wife managed to get the County Member went off tolerably, and Mary-Matilda had the satisfaction,

têle-a-téte into her book-room to relate to him all that after breakfast next morning, of holding another jeremiad = had been going on since she saw him last. They sat oppo- with the Member over the sinfulness of this corrupt gen.

site each other; Mrs. Richard with compressed lips, look. eration, and of whispering to him that, notwithstanding ing rigid, stern, and moral ;-Blickling like the “ Portrait all her vigilance of the night before, her own maid had of a Member of Parliament," in the Somerset House exhi. detected the lady and gentleman stealing away together bition, with his hand picturesquely rested on the writing from the Mr Blickling shook his head, and table, and his legs crossed à la Knight Templar. When was evidently much hurt that so much turpitude slould ever Mrs. Martindale terminated a sentence in reprobation exist under the same roof with himself and his family ;of the wickedness of the world, and more especially of mar. but still he said nothing. ried men who run after other men's wives or widows, the Mrs Richard Martindale dwelt much on this flagra nt senator gravely uncrossed these impressive limbs, and (as it instance of his hypocrisy, when discussing the subject with in mute reply to her appeal) re-crossed them in an opposite her husband a few days afterwards, in consequence of a disdirection. He was too cautions for words.

graceful discovery which had set Marygold Hill into con. “ Yes! my dear Mr. Blickling,"_faltered Mary-Matilda sternation, and sent little Mrs Trotter back in disgrace to in an under-tone; " you will, I am sure, sympathize with the fens ;-besides very nearly driving the County Member my feelings, when I acknowledge I have now more than from his seat, both in Herts and the House. Mrs Trotter's ever reason to believe that villany has been going on under had been the white dress in the shrubbery : Mr Blickling's my roof. The other evening, after dusk, my own maid the bay mare that stood so quiet beside the railings of the actually discovered a female in a white dress (it could be shrubbery. But Mrs MacGlashun had no leisure to upnobody but the ill-advised Mrs. Mac Glashun) clandestinely braid either of her sisters with the aspersions thrown on receiving'a letter over the paling of the shrubbery from a her fair fame at Jack Cleverley's expense. Apprehensive gentleman on horseback, who could be nobody but that of the coming storm and the demur it might occasion in wretch Cleverley!"

her old beau's intentions, she was already off to Hertford Mr Blickling replied affirmatively by maneuvring his in a post-chaise, with Edward Warton, Esq. and a special right leg over his left, and thus altering the balance of his license ! whole attitude.

“ A pretty example have we set in the neighbourhood," «Several times lately, the house-dogs have been heard to faltered poor Mrs Richard, who was confined to her bed bark at undue hours; and I have every reason to believe with genuine indisposition, occasioned by this double shock. that the alarm was given by these faithful creatures on ac. “ In London this disgraceful affair would very soon blow count of strangers loitering about the premises to favour over : but I forsee no end to the tittle-tattle it will prothis vile- this detestable correspondence !"

duce, happening at this season of the year, and at our Her auditur gravely and silently resumed his original Place in the country!" position

What could the Martindales now do but hide their mor. To-night; however, I am determined to be on the alert, tification in town. But this was, if possible, worse. They and so is poor dear Mrs. Cleverley. They will come early. got rid of the O'Callagbans by main force, and after the The guilty parties will not entertain a suspicion that they Captain having made himself comfortable by shooting his are watched ; and my eyes shall never be off their move brother-in-law's pheasants, drinking toddy, and taming ments throughout the evening. It is a melancholy thing hunters, began to talk of the “ paltry upstartness of a place that the iniquity of mankind should compel one to have compared with a fine ould ancient castle descending from recourse to such precautions with one's own sister. But father to son, from generation to generation. Julia positively persists in denying the charge, that, with Worse luck attended Mary-Matilda in town. Her out procuring distinct proof, I have no excuse for forbidding) towns were old-fashioned, Lady Kedgerec had got a new

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gossip, Mrs Calicut met her, and a law-guit was commenced “I hardly know whether to call them good or bad," said about a flaw in the title of Marygold Hill. Richard was Richard, much perplexed; "for you women are so conobliged to commence a brick-work on "our Place in the foundedly capricious, that one can never anticipate on what Country," to secure them from the difficulties into which the opinion you may finally anchor.” purchase had thrown him, while the Marriots got a marble “For Heaven's sake, do not prose so when I am dying bath in the lady's dressing-room, and trimmed their muslin with curiosity. Give me the letter !" curtains with red lace. Poor Mrs Richard !

“ Tell me first," said Martindale, grown cunning with With her own family, meanwhile, Mrs Richard had re-experience, and placing the folded epistle carefully in his signed all intercourse. Sir Joseph Grinderwell affected to pocket, "tell me first, candidly and explicitly, do you re. resent her negligence as the origin of his sister's indiscre- pent having purchased Marygold Hill; and would you, tion; and her younger brothers were eating government if you could, return to the freedom of a London life?" bread in different parts of the globe;-one as a resident in « That I would!"-ejaculated Mrs. Richard, firmly beNewfoundland, one as a consul in Cochin-China, and one lieving such a release to be beyond her busband's power. thirty feet below the level of the Thames, as clerk in a frog- “ If we could but get rid of this estate, I should be the haptrap at Somerset House. She had no one to quarrel with, piest woman in the world." no one to molest ;—even the humble Jacob Martindale “ I give you joy, then, my dear Mary-Matilda," continu. treated her with that frigid deference which forbids all ap-ed he, drily. « Latitat informs me that we have lost our proach to familiarity; and Mary-Matilda, who had been suit. The title cannot be made good ; and, after all, Mary. so lively at Grinderwell House, so merry at Cheltenham, so gold Hill returns to the possession of its lawful owner. I happy in Wales, so contented at Bath, so dissipated at Wey shall be a loser to the amount of some thousands by the mouth, so courted in Harley Street, discovered, that in the money I have expended on the improvements; in consideracountry, to which she had restricted the remainder of her tion of which, the adverse party bave very liberally offered days, she was likely to be dull, dispirited, despised and me a long lease of the place on easy terms; and should you lonely. It was very little consolation to her to feel that feel any reluctance in quitting it_ she was proprietress of a place in the country, now that her “ No, no, no I cried Mrs Martindale · Pray let us means no longer permitted her to enliven it with enter return to the mode of life for which we were born, and tainments, fill it with company, and assume a leading part which suits us best. I have had quite enough of Maryin the neighbourhood. She took it into her head they were gold Hill. Believe me, I have lost all predilection for designated all over the country as b the Martindales of the a PLACE IN THE COUNTRY." Brickfield ;" while the more moral circles probably pointed her out to abhorrence, as a member of that obliquitous

THE WILLOW TREES. family which had induced the County Member into backsliding “Ah Richard 1"

“They beat can paint them, exclaimed, when another winter was

Who have felt them most.." about to set in, and they had not so much as the O'Callaghans at their disposal to assist them in making war against THE 8th of July 1824, was a happy day to the young the long evenings and snowy mornings, “ I shall never forgive you for having made me renounce that comfortable people of B Hall, for it was the young heir's thirteenth Harley Street house for this desolate place. To live as we birth-day; and his sister Sophy and he were to give a ball did there, forms the utmost limit of my desires ;-good es to their young companions. This ball had been looked tablishment, pleasant dinner parties, winter at Brighton, forward to with joy by many a one, but by none with such suminer at Hastings ;-the children always well, the delight as by little Emily, the minister's niece. What was servants always happy ;-the Kedgerees, the Calicuts,

Would uncle be there? and poor dear Camphor, the apothecary, within a stone's

Would aunt Anda? throw. - It really was madness on your part to set And Frederic was thirteen! How very old ! Would she your heart upon a country life. You are not fit for give balls when she was thirteen? With these and such it, my dear, you are really not fit for it. You cannot like questions she overwhelmed aunt Anna, and sometimes do without your club; or your morning's lounge with

even her grave uncle William was roused from his studies, Sir Hookah Smith, and Sir Brown Kedgeree. I wish to heaven I had been as well aware when you took this by the joyful exclamations of his darling niece. At length place, as I am now, of your inaptitude to rural pleasures; the day arrived. Aunt Anna dressed her; and as uncle nothing should have induced me to allow you to bury us William lifted her into Sir Henry A's carriage, which for life, in order that you might gratify the pride of the called to take her to Bhe thought that Lady A's Martindale family by purchasing a place in their native French waiting-maid had not made the Misses A look country. There are the poor girls who will soon be want half so pretty as his own little Emily. And so thought ing masters, and who will be brought up mere Hottentots, (I beg your pardon,-believe me, I intended no allusion to Frederic;—for, in spite of all Sophy's notions of decorum, be your early avocations,) and turn out perhaps vulgar fine insisted on dancing almost the whole night with Emily, to ladies, like your niece Clotilda."

the utter neglect of Miss Harriet A—'s, as she thought, « Or worse, like your two flirting sisters," might have superior attractions. But she did not mind, not

she What burst from the lips of a man less mildly quiescent than the

a fool the boy must be! Only think the little minx never patient Richard. He, however, contented himself with ob. serving, “ Well, my love, we must hope for the best. Your got lessons from Monsieur Pironette --and she told us in mother may perhaps take it into her head to leave you enough the carriage that she had no waiting-maid to dress her hair ! to enable you to make a little visit to town every spring; It curled itself, and nurse combed it. At last, Miss A or perhaps_" « A letter by express, Sir," said the footman, placing a home, except Emily, who was to stay all night ai B

and her sister and brothers, and all the other guests, went voluminous dispatch in the hands of Mr. Martindale, and Emily was asleep the moment she laid her head on the pilguitting the room.

“What is it, what is it ?” cried his wife, breathless with low. But she dreamed all night of the ball. And Frederie consternation. “ Is it any thing about little Grinderwell ? could think of nothing but the blue eyes and curling hair of -any thing from Eton ?"

the minister's little Emily. It was la te next morning ere « No."

Sophy came to awake her. What would aunt Anna think? " Any

thing regarding my sisters ? [ "No."

She had never slept so long in the morning bofors "Per. " In a word, are the tidings good or bad ?--your banker, haps you was never so long up at night before," said Saphs your agent ?"


a ball ?

After breakfast, Sophy was busy within doors, but Fre. deric took Emily to the garden, where they amused themselves with his flowers and his rabbits. Then they went to the river, for Frederic wanted a stick; and when they had cut a bunch of willows, Emily said, “ If we were to plant these they would grow beautiful trees, like the one in uncle's shrubbery. It was just a little willow stick, and it has grown a great tree.” Oh! yes," cried Frederic, “ I will plant one for you and one for myself, and see how big they shall be when I come home next vacation.” Frederic had just planted his willows when a servant came to tell them Mr Chad called to take Miss Emily home. Emily said good bye to her kind friends at B, and returned to the Manse with uncle William; and much had she to tell to aunt Anna when she got home, though she said she liked better to play in the garden with Frederic, than to be at the ball. Tears passed on, and still Frederic thought there was no one so amiable ånd so graceful at his birth-day balls as the unaffected Emily. Sometimes, when Frederic's father was shewing his grounds to his visiters, he would point out the thriving - young willows, and every body agreed that nothing ever grew so fast as those trees. But Sophy would look slily at Frederic and Emily, and say, “Ah! papa, there is something grows faster.” It was exactly eight years after the planting of these trees, when one day Mr B-was shewing them as usual, and, as visual, every one said nothing ever grew 50 fast, till Sophy cried, “Ah! papa, there is something grows faster.” Emily wondered what Sophy could mean, and so deeply was she taken up with her own thoughts, that she was surprised, on awakening from her reverie, to find the company had left the river and she was alone with Frederic. She wished to follow them, but Frederic had something to say to her. What he said I do not know, but Emily blushed deeply, and whispered something of aunt Anna and my uncle. A few weeks after this there was a small party assembled in the parlour at F-Manse. Frederic was there—but where was Emily? The door opened, and the minister entered leading in his beloved Emily, now a blushing bride, and gave her to the happy Frederic. Then, with falteringe vice and tottering knees, pronounced the nuptial benediction! We shall not tell how lovely, the bride looked, or how aunt Anna smiled and wept by turns But when Mr B kissed the forehead of his son's beautiful bride, he said, “Ah! Sophy, now I know what grew faster than the willow trees !!!" H. R.

Her tongue in anger she would hold, And rarely condescend to scold; Her voice not shrill, but rather sweet ; Her conduct virtuous and discreet; One only failing malice spied, One only fault, and that was— pride :(For country lasses, by the bye, Can sometimes hold their heads as high, And be as proud of dower and birth, As any Princess upon earth.) One day his business ran so high, His shop so full of company, So quick his customer's demands, He needed more than all his hands; Down comes his wife with careless air, But not to help him-never fear : Far be from her a tbought so mean : She came to see and to be seen, Nor e'er intended to do good, But stand in way of those who would. While she stands there, a servant comes, Post haste for spices and for plums, Who many a mile had home to go: The grocer peevish 'gan to grow, To see his dearest loiter so. Howe'er, he mild accosts her,–“ Pray, Do give your help, or go your way; Why, otherwise, did you come down ?" She answered only with a frown; But such a frown as seemed t express, Her portion, beauty, and her dress. “ Well, if you will not weigh the ware, Pray, put it in the basket there." She turned her back without rejoinder, And left her spouse to fume behind her. “Well, now the things are all put in it, Perhaps you'll be so good as pin it." When a fourth time her husband spoke, The dame her sullen silence broke, In very short, but full reply :“I pin your basket! No, not I!” Enraged, he snatched the footman's stick, And laid it on her shoulders quick. Surprised, as never struck before, And feeling much, but fearing more, Hor fear of what might farther come on't, She pinned the basket in a moment. Then Tom rode off in merry mood, And laughed and tee-hee'd by the road. Pleased with the delicate conceit, To see so fine a lady beat, He wished the deed at home was done, And could not help comparison ; For his own mistress was as fine, As her who suffered discipline; As proud, as high-born, and as rich, But not so continent of speech. At dinner-time, the waggish knave Was sometimes fleering, then was grave; Now bites his lips, and quickly after Bursts out into a peal of laughter. Quoth Madam, with majestic look, Who servants’ freedom could not brook, Nor laughter in her presence bear, “ What ails the saucy fellow there? What makes the coxcomb giggle 80 ? Does not the fool his distance know ? But angry words and looks were vain, Again he giggled, and again. The master said, “Now, Tom, at least, If you must laugh, pray tell the jest ; That, if 'tis worth our hearing, we In mirth may bear you company." Tom up, and told the story roundly, How a fair dame was cudgelled soundly. Scarce Madam heard the whole narration, Until she few in monstrous passion."


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THERE Aourished in a market-town,
To riches born, to riches grown,
A prir who, free from flagrant strife,
Had reached the middle age of life.

The man was of the gentle kind,
Not ill his person or his mind;
Expert at fishing, and at fowling,
Al hunting, racing, or at bowling.
He knew what squire might wish to know, Sir;

* But there, hard fate! he was a grocer:
ar:: And, spite of all his wife could say,
lo Would sometimes work, as well as play.

His wife was not unworthy praise, 1 Sp As women went in former days;

In her own family, so good,
The master managed as he would.
When jare their

union discomposed
Her passion often inward glowed


" Was ever anything so base ?
A lady strike in market-place!
And was it fitting, pray, that she
Should touch his dirty grocery ?
Not pin the basket ! beat her for it!
I did not think she would have bore it ;
A nasty rogue, a woman strike!
In short, you men are all alike.'
Tom now grew merrier, not sadder,
Which made his mistress ten times madder ;
Who, starting up, in fury, straight
Vowed she would break the rascal's pate.
Her husband, rising to assuage
The o'erbearing tempest of her rage,
But, as her hand he did not mind,
He caught the rap for Tom designed ;
And, not approving of the jest,
Repaid the same with interest.
Tom ran down stairs, as was most fitting
And left his mistress to her beating.
Below stairs was a kitchen-maid,
To whom our hero courtship made.
As cool as you could well desire
For one so conversant with fire,
Says Moll,-“ Above stairs, what's the matter ;
I never heard so lond a clatter?”
For fear of spoiling his amour, he
Was backward to relate the story.
“I should be sorry, Moll, to see
A difference rise 'tween you and me.
"Tis but a trifle : let it go
What signifies it you to know ?"
“ Nay, then I must ;" and out it came,
And set her womanhood in flame.
“A trifle !" said she ; “ Tom, a trife!
I think my mistress in the right;
With women only cowards fight."
So high at last the contest rose,
From words they quickly came to blows.
The blows so hastily were laid,
The lover and his dear cook-muaid,
In spite of all the love they boasted,
Were both confoundedly rib-roasted.
It matters not how small the grain,

If but continued be the train. THE GENTLEMAN.The term gentlemen is as well known and recognised among highwaymen and pick pockets, as with the highest duke in the land. No doubt, their in. terpretations of the term do not agree. But if the most generally accepted definition of the term be admitted, that it includes all persons of good education and good manners, I venture to say, without fear of contradiction from any one who has had opportunities of sceing the mass of the population of the United States, the north and the south, the east and the west--that that great country contains an infinitely greater nuinber of gentlewen than any other coun. try which exists, or ever has existed, on the face of the earth. I am glad to be supported in this opinion by at least one late British traveller in America, Mr. Ferrall, who says, “ that all in America are gentlemen."—Stuart's Three Years in America. TO THE LITTLE LADY_THE VOTARY OF HIGH MEN.

Lady, excuse me, but, in my idea,

Your marriage is extremely indiscreet ;
You're but'a little biped, while, 'tis clear,

Your husband runs about upon six feet !
And, I am confident, one moment's thought

Would have betrayed the folly of the whim ;
For its quite evident that you're too short

A gentłowoman to be-long to him.
Yet, doubtlessly, he holds you very dear;

And if he does'nt its extremely funny;
For, though you'd twenty thousand pounds a-year,

You'd still he very little for the money,
And one like hinr to marry, I declare,
A little lady, isn't a tall fair!



A man of kindness, to his beast is kinds
But brutal actions show a brutal mind.
Remember, He who made thee, made the bruta-

He can't complain ; but God's all-seeing eye
Beholds thy cruelty, and hears his cry.
He was designed thy servant, not thy drudge ;
And know, that his Creator is thy Judge.

THOUOHTLESS CRUELTY. CHILDREN may often practise the greatest cruelty, to insects in particular, from ignorance of the pain which they inflict. The fault is then more chargeable on those who should have instructed them better, than upon the incon. siderate children. I shall not describe the cruelties often practised on beetles, house-flies, and chafers; but tell a short story which should prove a lesson to mothers, and all who have the charge of young people, as well as to children themselves. Mr. Joseph Strutt, a late celebrated English antiquarian, when a little boy, was one day surprised by his mother, who detested every species of cruelty, “ spinning a chafer.” He was so much delighted with the spinning," that is, the torturing struggles of the insect to escape, that he did not perceive her enter the room. When she saw what he was about, without saying a word, she pinched his ear, so smartly, that he cried for mercy. This scene ended, she thus addressed her son, " that insect has its feelings as you have ! Do you not see that the swift vibration of its wings are occasioned by the torment it sustains! You have pinched its body without remorse. I have only pinched your ear; and yet you have cried out, as if I had killed you.” Young Strutt felt his excellent mother's ad. monition in its full force, liberated 'the poor May-fy, and never afterwards impaled another.

TO A HIGHLAND INNKELPER. Your salmon are so fat and red,

Your fowls gn thin and blue, 'Tis seen which Tidence has fed, And which were rear'd by you.

Epigrammatist's Annual.

Notes of the Month..
Chemical Recreations .......
Mrs. Arbuthnot, &c.........

..149 COLUMN FOR THE LADIES-Revolution in Dre German Peasantry-Not yet Fifteen.......

150 The Samphire Gatherer.... ......

151 Hebridian Poetry....

.ib Elements of Thought... Tok STORY-TELLER--"* My Place in the Country".

.153 The Willow Trees, ...

..158 Conjugal Discipline.... CLOWN FOR THE YOUNG,- A Righteous Man regardeth the Life of his Beast-Thoughtless Cruelty.......... SCRAPS—The Gentleman-Sonnet, To the Little Lady-To: Highland Innkeeper...


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