"Is his health good?" inquired Grab; "for I reckon pigs are somewhat like Christians-liable to a few complaints now and then." he took the very road which Grab had in vain attempted to drive him, plainly showing that although roads "were as plentiful as black. berries, he would take none of them on com"He's as hard as nails," answered the pig-pulsion;" never did a pig shoot off at such jobber, "and never had an hour's illness since speed! he would have won the St. Leger from he was born; when all the rest were ill, he all the tribe of pork. He had no more fat was up and eating; and he cut his teeth like upon him than a dead stick; "he lay to the winking." earth," to use a sporting phrase, like a greyhound; for like Coleridge's "Ancient Mariner," he was "Well, then," said Grab, drawing in his breath heavily, and speaking in a faint tone, I'll give you ten shillings for him ;" and he thrust his hand into his pocket, that he might feel the smooth silver once again before he parted with it for ever. "Too little," said the man. "I'll stand a tankard of ale and bread and cheese, but I'll take no less." "Long, lank, and brown," As in the ribbed sea sand." After the grunter went Grab, and after both the ginger-beer man, who, being fat and asthwhen it is stopped, and shouting (a word at matical, groaned again like a railway engine a time) stop-that-pig-stop-that-manBut he did take less, after much bantering, they've-ru-ined-me-my-beer-pig-man for he sold his pig for eleven shillings, and-table-bottles-dam-a-ges." Butcher-boys gave the old miser threepence for his share of and dogs joined in the chase at full cry; never the refreshment, as he excused himself from had such a shouting and yelling been heard at going to the alehouse for want of time. It is that peaceful end of the town since the day of impossible to sketch Grab as he looked when election, when, to show their independence, paving the money into the broad brown open they pelted out both the candidates. Fortuhand of the pig-jobber. First he pulled out nately for Grab, a whole herd of swine three shillings, and laid them down in the chanced to be before him, their noses pointform of a triangle, muttering, "It's a deal of ing twenty ways; and as his own pig shot money to part with at once.' Then he drew through the bristling ranks without a pause, out two more, growling deeper than ever; the and turned up a narrow lane, he was soon lost Text time he put his hand into his pocket, he to his pursuers, and shut out from all eyes fished but one shilling, saying, up except Grab's. It need not be wondered at makes six, and the pig may die-a great deal that out of so large a herd of swine the ginof money-a great risk. I almost wish-" ger-beer man at last "caught the wrong pig "Hark you," said the countryman, closing by the ear;" for one more nimble than the his hand on the six shillings, "if you don't rest shot out from his companions, and was pull out the other five a little quicker, I shall followed by both men and dogs until he was walk off with both the pig and the money; so captured, when the mistake was found out; pay the remainder down, then grumble as but how rectified our story sayeth not. After much as you like after-a bargain's a barmany ins-and-outs, shoutings and kicks, and gain." divers coaxings, and nota few turns at carrying him, Jack and his pig at length reached home in safety. "That The threat had the desired effect; at one desperate plunge Grab dragged up three more shillings; two more rapid dives into his pocket drew forth the remainder-and, heaving a deep sigh, he paid for the pig. Long and many were the contests between Grab and his pig before they reached Warton Woodhouse, nor did he get clear of the market town withunt encountering many perils, for the pig seemed willing to go any road but the right one; and instead of "larding the lean earth," like Falstaff he showed no more marks of fatigue than a piece of parchment which has been blown across the road. He soon managed to slip the string, and bolting from Grab shot between the legs of a little lawyer, on whose silk stockings he left the marks which he himself had gathered in a gutter. But the dire disaster was running against a table which was covered with bottles of gingerbeer, and carrying away a leg of it, which had but that morning been indifferently spliced with slender string. The proprietor of I see." very this rickety establishment, without once pausing to listen to the hiss and fizz, and foam and tumalt among his broken bottles, set off full speed after Grab and the grunter; deeming no doubt that the old adage of one bird in the hand being worth two in the bush, might be applied to his case of the pig. Away shot the porker at more than pig's speed, and luckily MORNING. Hark! from every bush, The lark and thrush, Announce with joy returning morn, See the dew glistening on the thorn, See light ethereal wide extending, And Nature's beauty re-expanding. Anecdote of Nash.-A young lady who had just come out of the country, and affected to dress in a very plain manner, was sitting on a bench at Bath, as Beau Nash, the director of the ceremonies at that place, and some of his companions, were passing by; upon which, turning to one of them, he said, "There is a smart country girl; I will have some discourse with her." Then going up to the lady, child," said he, "you are just come to Bath, "Yes, sir," answered the lady. "And you have been a good girl in the country, and learned to read your book, I hope ?" "Yes, sir." 'Pray, now," said he, "let me examine you: I know you have read your Bible, and the history of Tobit and his dog; now, can you tell me what was the dog's name?" Yes, sir," said she, "his name was Nash, and an impudent dog he was." 66 "So THE LOVE OF FAMILY INHERENT. Parental affection is certainly inborn, and the love of children for their parents comes from the same source; but whether to the like extent I am not able to determine. I incline to think not. Love of family, I am of opinion too, is inbred; and whatever strife or bickerings take place under the paternal roof, there is still among the inmates a sort of compact, and mutual interest in each other's good, that in a list of friends, however large it be, is never felt after that fashion. I will try to illustrate this by a short story. I have a sister with whom, in early life, I was associated in that kind and easy intercourse that commonly subsists between brother and sister. Time sweeps on. The family hall had passed into other hands; the children were grown up and dispersed; the parents had long since been gathered to their ancestors. I now seldom see this sister. Alas! for me. Time and circumstance might account for this estrangement which in cases of a like nature are found to depend less on ourselves than upon others. It is some years since I have seen my relation, probably not more than three or four. A few Sundays ago (it was at church), a young fe male was shown to a seat near the pew where I was sitting. At the time, I did not remark her countenance, or notice her otherwise, than as she appeared scrupulously neat in her person, and one who seemingly belonged to the upper class of Abigails. Some time after she raised her head, and mine by accident was turned that way. The sentimental reader can best judge of my surprise. There was the same full eye, the pencilled brow, the nose, a particular character in the mouth, and above all the general expression in the face, or what is known better by the term " family likeness," with that of my sister, which, but for a few years the less on the part of the fair handmaid, would have changed the illusion into reality! I confess I was strangely moved by the incident, and had my face been tested by a mirror on the instant, I hardly doubt that a more paley cheek than that with which I entered the parish church would have been presented to my view. Of the various emotions which that casual glance called up in my mind at the time, a feeling of pleasure first assault by surprise was over. was undoubtedly the prevailing one, after the Hence I am inclined to think-and schooled by the past-that love of family is inherent in our nature; though less fervent in spirit than either parental or filial affection. NOON. 'Tis now high noon, Behold the sun, F. E. With rays effulgent spreading wide, Throughout the universal void, Warming with genial heat the earth, And giving vegetation birth. "Your worship will please to remember that these two crusty old fellows had a four Should'st thou change thy sweet estate ?" hours' dispute under my window, until I be Linger yet upon the hour Of the green leaf and the flower. 'Tis to waste the feverish day, There are darker hours in store, I shall see that sunny hair, I shall hear those steps whose flight Dragging onwards, languid, slow, Wo! for all I see will come ! Wo for our deserted home! JUSTICE IN A HURRY. We will suppose ourselves in the Townhall, as we have often been during trial, whilst all assembled have a word or two to drop in just as it suits their fancy. "What charge now?" said the justice, looking at the clock, and thinking of his dinner. "Stevenson, who keeps the chandler's gan to think that they never, never intended to separate; so I went up stairs and emptied a pail of clean water upon their heads. Well, your worship, instead of laying on each other with their sticks, as they mostly do, they both set on and broke my window." "False evidence, your worship!" exclaimed old Freeman; "the water was dirty, and smelled as if he'd been swilling his filthy shop floor in it-it stunk as bad as his shop." "My shop's sweet, you calumniating old villain," replied the chandler, shaking his fist in the other's face. Well, well, don't fight here," said the magistrate; "if you want to fight, get outthere's more room outside-and settle your dispute amongst yourselves. What damage have they done ?" continued the justice. "Broken twelve panes of glass," replied the chandler, "at three shillings a pane-thirtysix shillings, your worship.' "It's false," shouted old Hardcastle, stamping his stick on the floor; "five of them were cracked, and one was stuffed full of old rags, and another had a piece of bacon reared against it, as dry and hard as a board to keep the wind out." "Quite time they were replaced with new ones, then," continued the magistrate. "But what have you two quarrelsome old fellows to say for yourselves? Did I not last time decide that he who had the right hand of the wall should not give it up?" "But your worship must decide which is to have the wall," said Stevenson, "when both their backs are against it." "Humph-hey? Is there any case to decide by in Blackstone ?" inquired the magistrate of the clerk. "None, your worship," was the reply. "Then you must pay the damages," said the justice; and, for the other matter, fight it out as usual." THE ACME OF CHEAP LITERATURE. 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Down poured the wine like oil on blazing fire and still the riot went on-the debauchery gained its height glasses were dashed upon the floor by hands that could not carry them to lips, oaths were shouted out by lips which could scarcely form the words to vent them in; drunken losers cursed and roared; some mounted on the tables, waving bottles above their heads, and bidding defiance to the rest; some danced, some sang, some tore the cards and raved. Tumult and frenzy reigned supreme; when a noise arose that drowned all others, and two men, seizing cach other by the throat, struggled into the middle of the A dozen voices, until now unheard, called aloud to part them. Those who had kept themselves cool to win, and who earned their living in such scenes, threw themselves upon the combatants, and, forcing them asunder, dragged them some space apart. "Let me go!" cried Sir Mulberry, in a thick hoarse voice; "he struck me! Do you hear? I say he struck me. Have I a friend here? Who is this? Westwood. Do you hear me say he struck me ?" room. "I hear, I hear," replied one of those who held him. "Come away for to-night." "I will not, by G-," he replied, fiercely. "A dozen men about us saw the blow." "To-morrow will be ample time," said the friend. ing his fist, tearing his hair, and stamping upon the ground. "What is this, my lord ?" those who surrounded him. passed?" said one of "Have blows "One blow has," was the panting reply. "I struck him-I proclaim it to all here. I struck him, and he well knows why. I say with him, let this quarrel be adjusted now. Captain Adams," said the young lord, looking hurriedly about him, and addressing one of those who had interposed, "Let me speak with you, I beg." The person addressed stepped forward, and, taking the young man's arm, they retired together, followed shortly afterwards by Sir Mulberry and his friend. It was a profligate haunt of the worst repute, and not a place in which such an affair was likely to awaken any sympathy for either party, or to call forth any further remonstrance or interposition. Elsewhere its further progress would have been instantly prevented, and time allowed for sober and cool reflection; but not there. Disturbed in their orgies, the party broke up; some reeled away with looks of tipsy gravity, others withdrew noisily discussing what had just occurred; the gentlemen of honour who lived upon their winnings remarked to each other as they went out that Hawk was a good shot; and those who had been most noisy fell fast asleep upon the sofas, and thought no more about it. Meanwhile the two seconds, as they may be called now, after a long conference, each with his principal, met together in another room. Both utterly heartless, both men upon town, both thoroughly initiated in its worst vices, both deeply in debt, both fallen from some higher estate, both addicted to every de"It will not be ample time!" cried Sir pravity for which society can find some genteel Mulberry, gnashing his teeth. "To-night-name, and plead its most depraving convenat once-here!" His passion was so great tionalities as an excuse, they were naturally that he could not articulate, but stood clench-gentlemen of most unblemished honour them John Cunningham, Printer, Crown-court, Fleet-street. selves, and of great nicety concerning the honour of other people. These two gentlemen were unusually cheerful just now, for the affair was pretty certain to make some noise, and could scarcely fail to enhance their reputations considerably. "This is an awkward affair, Adams," said Mr. Westwood, drawing himself up. Very," returned the captain; "a blow has been struck, and there is but one course, of course." "No apology, I suppose ?" said Mr. Westwood. "Not a syllable, sir, from my man, if we talk till doomsday," returned the captain. "The original cause of dispute, I understand, was some girl or other, to whom your principal applied certain terms, which Lord Frederick, defending the girl, repelled. But this led to a long recrimination upon a great many sore subjects, charges, and counter-charges. Sir Mulberry was sarcastic; Lord Frederick was excited, and struck him in the heat of provocation, and under circumstances of great aggravation. That blow, unless there is a full retraction on the part of Sir Mulberry, Lord Frederick is ready to justify." "There is no more to be said," returned the other, "but to settle the hour and the place of meeting. It's a responsibility; but there is a strong feeling to have it over: do you object to say at sunrise ?" "Sharp work," replied the captain, referring to his watch; however, as this seems to have been a long time brooding, and negotiation is only a waste of words-no.' "Something may possibly be said out of doors after what passed in the other room, which renders it desirable that we should be off without delay, and quite clear of town," said Mr. Westwood. "What do you say to one of the meadows opposite Twickenham, by the river side ?" The captain saw no objection. |