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ten, it has nothing at all to do. It is indeed proper, and it is the duty of all parents to teach, or cause to be taught, their children as much as they can of books, after, and not before, all the measures are safely taken for enabling them to get their living by labour, or for providing them a living without labour, and that, too, out of the means obtained and secured by the parents out of their own income. The taste of the times is, unhappily, to give to children something of book-learning, with a view of placing them to live, in some way or other, upon the labour of other people. Very seldom, comparatively speaking, has this succeeded, even during the wasteful public expenditure of the last thirty years; and, in the times that are approaching, it cannot, I thank God, succeed at all. When the project has failed, what disappointment, mortification, and misery, to both parent and child! The latter is spoiled as a labourer; his book-learning has only made him conceited: into some course of desperation he falls; and the end is but too often not only wretched but ignominious.

Understand me clearly here, however; for it is the duty of parents to give, if they be able, book-learning to their children, having first taken care to make them capable of earning their living by bodily labour. When that object has once been secured, the other may, if the ability remain, be attended to. But I am wholly against children wasting their time in the idleness of what is called education; and particularly in schools over which the parents have no control, and where nothing is taught but the rudiments of servility, pauperism, and slavery.

The education that I have in view is, therefore, of a very different kind. You should bear constantly in mind, that nine-tenths of us are, from the very nature and necessities of the world, born to gain our livelihood by the sweat of our brow. What reason have we, then, to

presume that our children are not to do the same? If they be, as now and then one will be, endued with extraordinary powers of mind, those powers may have an opportunity of developing themselves; and if they never have that opportunity, the harm is not very great to us or to them. Nor does it hence follow that the descendants of labourers are always to be labourers. The path upward is steep and long, to be sure. Industry, care, skill, excellence, in the present parent, lay the foundation of a rise, under more favourable circumstances, for his children. The children of these take another rise; and by and by, the descendants of the present labourer become gentle

men.

This is the natural progress. It is by attempting to reach the top at a single leap, that so much misery is produced in the world; and the propensity to make such attempts has been cherished and encouraged by the strange projects that we have witnessed of late years, for making the labourers virtuous and happy, by giving them what is called education. The education which I speak of, consists in bringing children up to labour with steadiness, with care, and with skill; to show them how to do as many useful things as possible; to teach them to do them all in the best manner; to set them an example in industry, sobriety, cleanliness, and neatness; to make all these habitual to them, so that they never shall be liable to fall into the contrary; to let them always see a good living proceeding from labour, and thus to remove from them the temptation to get at the goods of others by violent or fraudulent means, and to keep far from their minds all the inducements to hypocrisy and deceit.

And bear in mind, that if the state of the labourer has its disadvantages, when compared with other callings and conditions of life, it has also its advantages. It is free from the torments of ambition, and from a great part of the causes of ill health, for which not all the riches in the world, and all the circumstances of high rank, are a compensation. The able and prudent labourer is always safe at the least; and that is what few men are who are lifted above him. They have losses and crosses to fear, the very thought of which never enters his mind, if he act well his part towards himself, his family, and his neighbour.

Poverty leads to all sorts of evil consequences. Want, horrid want, is the great parent of crime. To have a dutiful family, the father's principle of rule must be love,

not fear. His sway must be gentle, or he will have only an unwilling and short-lived obedience. But it is given to but few men to be gentle and good-humoured amidst the various torments attendant on pinching poverty. A competence is, therefore, the first thing to be thought of; it is the foundation of all good in the labourer's dwelling; without it, little but misery can be expected. "Health, peace, and competence," one of the wisest of men regards as the only things needful to man, but the two former are scarcely to be had without the latter. Competence is the foundation of happiness and of exertion. Beset with wants, having a mind continually harassed with fears of starvation, who can act with energy, who can calmly think? To provide a good living, therefore, for himself and family, is the very first duty of every man. things," says Agur, have I asked, deny me them not before I die: remove far from me vanity and lies; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: lest I be full, and deny thee: or lest I be poor, and steal."

Miscellaneous.

"Two

EDITORS OF THE OLDEN TIME.-Some of the early editors of London newspapers appear to have assumed as many opposite functions as a Jack of all Trades." He was," says the author of 'Tales of To-day,' quoted in the Monthly Magazine, "the printer and publisher of his journal, and must have been more like a broker or auctioneer of the present day than any character now known in connexion with the diurnal or weekly press ;" and from a string of advertisements from a paper published for the truth of his advertising friends. The following in 1697, he seems to have been a sort of general voucher examples may not be unamusing :

"If a Hamburgh or other merchant, who shall deserve L.200 with an apprentice, wants one, I can help.” "One has a pert boy, about ten years old, can write, read, and very well recommended; she is willing he should serve some lady or gentleman."

"I want a cook maid for a merchant."

"I sell chocolate made of best nuts without spice or perfume, and with vinelloes and spice, from 4s. to 10s. the pound, and I know them to be a great helper of bad stomachs, and restorative to weak people, and I'll answer for their goodness."

"If any will sell a free estate within thirty miles of London, with or without a house, to the value of L.100 the year or thereabout, I can help to a customer."

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If any have a place belonging to the law, or otherwise, that is worth L.1000 or L.1200, I can help to a customer."

"If any divine or their relics have complete sets of MS. sermons upon the Apostles and Gospels, the Church Catechism or Festivals, I can help to a customer."

"A fair house in East Cheap, next to the Flowerdeliz, now in the tenure of a smith, with a fair yard laid with freestone, and a vault underneath, with a cellar under the shop, done with the same stone, is to be sold: I have the disposal of it."

"I believe I could furnish all the nobility and gentry in England with valuable servants, and such as I can have very good recommendations."

"Mr David Rose, chirurgeon and man midwife, lives at the first brick house on the right hand in Gun Yard, Houndsditch, near Aldgate, London. I have known him these twenty years."

"I want an apprentice for an eminent tallowchandler."

"I know several men and women, whose friends would gladly have them matched; which I'll endeavour as from time to time I shall hear of such whose circumstances are likely to agree; and if they will come to me it shall be done with all the honour and secresie imaginable. Their own parents shall not manage it more to their satisfaction: and the more comes to me, the better I shall be able to serve 'em.”—Newspaper Directory.

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HOME. Not poets only, but persons who ought to know better, are apt to discourse fluently upon the sanctities of home. "Home's home," says the wise proverb, abstaining from going beyond a bare fact. "Home's sacred," says the dealer in false dogmas, caring nothing about fact. 'Approach," cries the sentimentalist, "but approach slowly and with reverence. This is hallowed ground. Home is at hand. Pause ere you presumptuously cross the threshold, or look lightly in at the open door. A man's house is his castle. Sanctity dwells there. Direct not a flying glance at the window; let not even one heedless, wandering look find its way in at the halfclosed blinds. As for the keyhole-take care, or your ear may come accidentally in contact with it; for heaven's sake take care, or your eye may be drawn by the strong current of air to the aperture, and with one compulsory peep you may violate all the sanctities! Home is sacred." But why are the sentimentalist's fellow-mortals to enter these precincts thus cautiously and reverentially? Why dread to intrude? Why step as if upon holy ground? Why shrink from knocking uninvited? Why not enter without ceremony? A man's home is the place where a man is most himself; home, then, is the very place of all others where we should rush in at all hours to see him, sure of never taking him at a disadvantage. When somebody is seen to make himself vastly comfortable, and to indulge at ease in the enjoyment of his own natural manner, he is said. though wandering all the time a thousand miles from his hearth-stone, to be quite at home. Human nature, at home, then, is a true thinga veritably honest existence. It is not a semblance of the man, but the man. He has scraped off his hypocrisy with the dirt from his shoes at the street door, ere he entered; he has left his mask, comic or tragic, with his hat on the appointed peg, not wanting either by the fireside where he unfolds himself; and he has thrown off the garb of outward manner which he has perhaps all day worn, as effectually as he has relieved himself of his travelling incumbrances. He has now no more power to act a part than he would have in sleep. His face is his natural face, his manner is his own personal property, and his speech is not a kind of ventriloquism, but describes his real feelings in tones unaffected. Is this a state of things that should make delicate people blush at the bare idea of their own intrusiveness ?-Laman Blanchard's Sketches from Life.

PRICES OF BOOKS AMONG THE ANCIENTS.-It is recorded of Plato, that notwithstanding he had a very small paternal inheritance, he bought the books of Philolaus, the Pythagorean, at the price of ten thousand denarii, about L.300 sterling. It is also said that Aristotle bought a few books belonging to Spensippus, the philosopher, after his decease, for three Attic talents, about L.581, 5s. St Jerome almost ruined himself in order to purchase the works of Origen. -Hartwell Horne.

TIME.-We are for lengthening our span of life in general, but would fain contract the parts of which it is composed. The usurer would be very well satisfied to have all the time annihilated that lies between the present moment and next quarter-day. The politician would be contented to lose three years in his life, could he place things in the posture which he fancies they will stand in after such a revolution of time. The lover would be glad to strike out of his existence all the moments that are to pass away before the happy meeting. Thus, as fast as our time runs, we should be very glad, in most parts of our lives, that it ran much faster than it does. Several hours of the day hang upon our hands, nay, we wish away whole years, and travel through time as through a country filled with many wild and empty wastes, which we would fain hurry over, that we may arrive at those several little settlements, or imaginary points of rest, which are dispersed up and down in it.-Addison.

AIM.-Aim at perfection in every thing, though in most

VALUE OF REGULAR EMPLOYMENT-With the exception of one extraordinary man, I have never known an individual, least of all, a man of genius, healthy and happy without a profession-i. e. some regular employment, which does not depend on the will of the moment, and which can be carried on so far mechanically, that an average quantum only of health, spirits, and intellectual exertion are requisite to its faithful discharge. Three hours of leisure, unannoyed by any alien anxiety, and looked forward to with delight as a change and recreation, will suffice to realize in literature a larger product of what is truly genial than weeks of compulsion.— Coleridge's Biographia Literaria.

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persevere, will come much nearer to it than those whose laziness and despondency make them give it up as unattainable.-Chesterfield.

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lative have no vocation-because they cannot procure their machinery (capital) except at a high rate-but when money is plentiful, they can obtain the use of it cheaply, and then they rush into adventure. And, for all the experience which the world has had of over-speculation, Darien and railway schemes inclusive, it will not be cured of the malady; for, just as certainly as domestic fowls fly over walls when their wings grow, as surely will speculation follow the accumulation of capital. Nevertheless, if not allowed to run riot, speculation, so far from doing harm, is a positive benefit, and serves the same purposes in the mercantile world that hurricanes do to the earth and the sea. It imparts healthful stimulus to the body politic, and prevents the social system from stagnating in the sultry dullness of enervation.. Our business at present, however, is with the tempest, not the calm; and we must not leave the subject in hand.

THE PRESENT SCARCITY OF MONEY. WE are on the eve of entering, if we are not already struggling, in the deepest sink of that most fatal of all social quagmires, a scarcity of money. From the coronetted peer, with his castles, estates, canals and bank shares, down to the humblest labourer, who had five pounds in the savings' bank, the complaint is, that money is scarce. All classes of complainants are to be found-capitalists, noncapitalists, men of much commercial experience, men of little experience, and men and women of no experience whatever, are all grumbling that their gold has taken wings and flown away. The disease is epidemic; but, fortunately, there are no diagnostic difficulties the cause is perfectly well known. We have not to contend with a sudden lull in the social system, followed by increasing stagnation, arising from circumstances utterly unknown-the patient is not smitten with an obscure internal disorder, the Set agoing then in the manner mentioned,, the seat of which is vague, and the origin, mysterious speculation mania of the day ran upon railways, we have to deal with a complaint so definite and and down the hill all parties went without thinking obvious, in its rise, progress, and present conse- that the terminus of the hill was a yawning abyss. quences, that there can be no doubt whatever as to its Every body ran, lawyers and linen-drapers, physi history. Two words describe it-Railway speculation. cians and postilions, clergymen and cheese-mongers, But it may be said, that it avails us little that we lords and lacqueys, marquises and milliners, widows know the existence of a malady, as the cure is the and wine-merchants, grocers and governesses, bagrand object to be sought after; and, till we know ronets and bricklayers, countesses and cabmen, the restorative, it is useless to speculate about the bishops and brewers, all ran down the hill pell-mell, distemper. This is wrong. Whether curable or and, like the Sikhs crossing the Sutlej, were kicked incurable, the patient should know his ailment-if by their fellows, drowned, killed, and subjected to curable, he can lean on hope, and use the necessary all kinds of disaster. Tired of the scramble, the remedies-if incurable, he should set his house in surviving competitors want to retrace their steps, order. The present crisis will not be fatal to all, and this, in moderate allegory, is the true state of the but it will ruin some, if not many-and, according whole case. If several hundred quacks had started to the probable fate of each, should be his prepara- up, and averred that they had discovered the tion for the particular catastrophe that awaits him. philosopher's stone, and had offered ingots of the The history of the crisis is briefly this. Some transmuting metal for sale at exorbitant prices, and two years ago this country waxed over rich, and fell if there had been contentions from the Land's End to into speculation, which, being carried to an absurdly John o' Groat's to obtain those precious copper-bolts, ridiculous extent, now threatens to engulph the and if they had been sold and re-sold at premiums whole nation. But how happens it that an increase towering higher and higher at every new transaction of national wealth produces speculation? Just be--and if, after trial, the imposture had been discause, from the abundance of money, bankers and others will allow only a small amount of interest; and capitalists, dissatisfied with safety and little interest, are willing to jeopardy their money for augmented interest. They are willing to exchange an uncertain great for a certain small return. When money is scarce, the enterprising and specu

covered, and the dupes had cried aloud for vengeance and their money-the story could not have exceeded in absurdity the late railway excitement.

It will not do to deal in recriminations, and to blame governments or share-brokers-the blame lies mainly with those, who, dissatisfied with the sober returns of business, allowed themselves not only to

deal but to gamble in matters which they did not know, or, if knowing, had certainly no exclusive or absorbing concern with. It is all very well to say that Government should have imposed restraints but that puts us in mind of a drunken fellow in & market, who proposing to fight, called out to the crowd, "Hold me! hold me." Some were foolish enough to comply with the request, but the more sagacious observers thought he might safely be left to take care of himself. At the boiling point of the excitement none lifted up a warning voice save the Times, Punch, and here and there a banking house. The Times was roundly accused of being bribed, and an Iron rival was started to put it down with mailed glove the sneer of the witty hebdomadal was held to be no scandal-the old bankers were regarded as old wives, and new institutions adapted to the age sprang into existence, and we doubt not that they have softened the fall. Then editors generally maintained a prudent reserve, for golden showers, in the shape of advertisements, were falling thick, and supplemental leaves fluttered as copiously as those of Vallambrosa. The order of the day was that commercial enterprise should, like woman, be left to follow "its own sweet will," and we are afraid that the fate of Perceval would have been the lot of any statesman who should boldly have controverted the proposition. When horses in a carriage run off, the toll-keeper, if he sees the animals in the height of their fury, does not shut his gate, but rather opens it the wider, knowing well that if suddenly arrested, destruction will follow both to horses and passengers -if their ardour were on the wane, the shutting of the gate would be good policy; but the whole success of the experiment depends entirely on the stage of the gallopade. When the railway delusion was at its climax, and when men imagined that a new era had dawned on the world, a check would have produced something like revolution. Compliance with standing orders in the matters of lodging plans, paying deposits, and such like, were all so many breaks to retard the downward movement; and it may be a question for discussion, how far, after there was a visible diminution in the rate of speed, it was prudent to delay the shutting of the gate. That, however, comes to be a political topic, and as this is a journal which aims at discussing points in self and not political government, we can enter no further on it. We therefore only say this, that however much inclined to sympathise with railway victims, we cannot condole with them at the expense of truth and common sense, and we therefore tell them distinctly, that mainly they have themselves to blame for all that has happened. Money is loved for its own sake, which is avarice; or for the sake of the things which it can acquire, which in excess is ambition or extravagance. Avarice, ambition, and extravagance, have thus been the leading incentives to railway speculation-and what was the fourth? People who had families to support from slender incomes, were they not entitled to join in the general mêlée in search of gain? Undoubtedly people so situated, and every other body who has a farthing to spare, is entitled to add to their means if they can. But the method adopted is something. The cottager should not risk his all on any contingency-if safer, although less tempting investments can be made-nor should the shopkeeper leave his counter and fly to the Stock Exchange, and allow himself to be led away by the frenzied competition that prevails there. Who is attending to his customers while he is playing his fantastic tricks with scrip, and bulls, and bears, and stags? Not his

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shop-lads, but his plodding, steady rival, who, minding his own proper business, will not allow himself to be seduced into bye-paths of extra-traffic, however alluring. Speculation so pursued becomes imprudence-and we take it, that the four principles named have been the root of the evil.

But the evil exists, palpably and tangibly; and how is it to be remedied? The merchant cannot get his customers to pay their accounts, and in return he cannot pay those from whom he bought his goods; neither can he settle with his physician, lawyer, or the teacher of his children. What is to be done? This scheme has been wound up, and the preliminary expenses have swallowed all save a trifle; that scheme has also been wound up, and left over a surplus for division; but he bought at a high premium, and for many reasons can have no recourse on the party who was the seller. In answer, we have only to say, that, if not absolutely ruined, such parties must wait the turning of the tide. No capital has left the country; it has merely changed hands; and, like waves which for a time have been gathered to one side of a continent, it must gradually find its way back to a state of equilibrium. The parliamentary agents, the lawyers, the surveyors, the engineers, the engravers, the contractors, landed proprietors, architects, masons, labourers, &c., are in possession of the money which speculators have lost. None of it has been flung into the sea or been buried in the earth. A thousand pounds, if, like "the adventures of a guinea," it were possible to trace its progress, might perhaps be found to have gone, in the shape of weekly wages, into the pockets of a thousand "navies," and they do not throw it from them. If not consumed in the "truck" vortex, it finds its way into the hands of the village baker, grocer, or innkeeper, and in due course of time goes upwards in society until the panic subsides and disappears, just as a storm at sea exhausts itself and settles down into tranquillity. Patience and caution are therefore the only things that can be prescribed for the present tightness in the money-market; and if it be objected that they are slow remedies, we can only say, that the nature of the disorder admits of nothing beyond sedative treatment. Legislation may prevent some railway losers from losing more, but it cannot cause those who hold the lost money to disgorge and refund the original capitalists; that must be left to the slow operation of time. It and "chance" are, in the words of the song, sore to bide," but needs be must be.

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Like all casualities, the present embarassments will cause the wary to learn more caution, and teach the reckless circumspection; and although both will have to pay the schoolmaster Experience somewhat expensively, his instructions will be salutary and not easily forgotten. Another evil, however, remains behind, which is not so easily remedied, and that is the arrestment of a national movement of great and lasting importance. Railways, considered abstractly, have nothing improper about them; the same illusive speculation might have sprung up in building houses, steam-boats, or in conveying water or gas. Transit of goods and passengers is of as much consequence as any of these objects; and it is to be regretted that, as in the case of all gregarious efforts to do too much, the re-acting influence will be to do too little, and hence an embargo may be laid on what is in itself most useful for the accommodation and positive enjoyment of the community. Such a result, however much to be deplored, cannot be warded off by any other means than those we have pointed out as remedies for the cases of individual hardship under which so many are presently suffering.

THE TORCII.

SIGNS AND SIGN BOARDS, PAST AND
PRESENT.

IN treating of signs and sign boards, we do not intend
to be very methodical; but we shall attempt some
sort of.order, and begin with PICTORIAL SIGNS. Pub-
licans have at all times been great patrons of art,
and, on more than one occasion, have employed
the pencils of artists who subsequently achieved a
Most of the brethren of the
world's reputation.
brush, however, who have devoted themselves to this
line of art-literally high art-truth compells us to
confess, have belonged to the Dick Tinto school.
Their designs possess such a freedom of style, that
in many instances they are unintelligible to ordinary
mortals without their accompanying legends. We
are disposed to think that it is to an exuberance of
fancy in this class of artists-and not to base copy-
ings from books of heraldry-that we are indebted
for the very peculiar specimens of natural history
which have, for such a length of time, been the prime
favourites of our public-house landlords. Goldsmith
may have given an impulse to the study of natural
history by his well known work, which Johnson
predicted would be as interesting as a fairy tale, but
to those artists who filled the eye with dashing re-
presentations of Red and White Lions, Flying Pigs,
Swans with Two Necks, and Blue Boars; not to speak
of those more familiar Black Bulls, whose horns and
hoofs of gold realized, as it were, all the dreamings
of the famous El Dorado; to the authors of these
imaginings, we say, we are indebted for having given
a reading impulse to the age. Nobody fancied that
such things existed only in the imagination. People
felt desirous of knowing something regarding those
wonderful animals, which even showinen had failed
to entrap, or been unable to manufacture, so they
read and were enlightened. For our own part, we
would as soon have thought of doubting the existence
of the unicorn itself, which was spoken of in, and
pictured upon, our first Bible, as we would that of
the Red Lion which, in all the glories of bright
pink, flourished on the village sign-board. That it
should have been represented as if at work on the
treadmill, neither increased our wonder, nor begat a
doubt.

Cotemporary with the Natural History School of sign boards, in its best days, were the DROLL and the RIDICULOUS. Of the former class a few may occasionally yet be met with in out-of-the-way corners in London and other large towns. Of these we may mention" The Good Woman," who is represented as without a head; "The Struggle through the World," where a jolly looking individual is seen forcing his way through a rainbow-coloured globe, which he is smashing into very minute fragments; and "The Man laden with Mischief," who bears one of the softer sex upon his shoulders. Of the latter class, "The Cock and Bottle," "The Goat and Compasses," and others of a similar nature, are more frequently to be met with throughout England; another proof that we always cling more perseveringly to the ridiculous and the absurd than to any thing having better claims on our attention.

POETICAL COUPLETS on sign boards, though not confined to any particular class of traders, were more frequently, in former times, to be met with at public houses than any where else; but they are gradually disappearing, not on account of any scarcity of poets, but owing possibly to the greater prevalence of the publishing mania which has of late years afflicted rhymsters in general. A landlord at Gran

tham had for a sign an inhabited bee-hive, on the
top of a post, beneath which was his name and the
following lines:-

Two wonders, Grantham, now are thine,
The Highest Spire, and a Living Sign.

A cobbler, who opened a public house at Warring-
ton, very naturally made choice of "The Last" as
his sign, and accompanied it with this sensible in-
scription :-

All day long I sought good beer,

And at "The Last" I found it here.

On the road between Durham and York, there is
a public house with the sign of a cow, and under-
neath there is the following:

Oh, come you from the east,
Or come you from the west,

If ye will taste the Dun Cow's milk,
Ye'll say it is the best.

The only other one which occurs to our memory at
near Glasgow:-
present is the following, which appeared on a house

My sign hangs well and injures none;
Refresh and pay, and travel on.

This, no doubt, had originally appeared on some
hanging sign board, but the party who had now
assumed it, having no such convenience, had very
coolly caused it to be painted on the inside of a window
shutter, which, being fixed on the outside with
hinges, was thrown back against the wall during
the day.

In England, fixing on a sign for a new publichouse, more especially in the country, is a matter requiring great and serious deliberation. It is of far more consequence than deciding on the name which The mortal, a mere slip of humanity is to bear. after a brief existence, shuffles off the stage, and his name goes with him; but the name of a public-house is a thing for all time. Successive generations of landlords may go off in the gout or the gazette-the house itself may totter with age, and require to be re-edified, but the original name clings to it like the ivy of romance to a battle-field. As a consequence of this, a public-house becomes a sort of landmark-a point to describe from; it is half a mile from the "Eagle," or a mile past the "Britannia." Of this we ourselves had on one occasion rather an unpleasing experience. We were travelling on foot, rather late on a sultry afternoon, in the east of Cornwall, and had a very imperfect knowledge of the locality, and more especially of the road leading to a village where we purposed spending the night. Having inquired the way at some miners, we were told to proceed straight on until we came to "The Porcupine," and take the first road to the left after passing Accordingly we moved briskly on, keeping a it. bright look-out for the "fretful" gentleman, for the Mile after mile was passed twofold purpose of making sure of our road and refreshing ourselves. without any appearance of the expected sign, and without our meeting any person from whom we could gain information. At length a house appeared in sight, with a monstrous swinging sign, projecting halfway across the road, on which was depicted a huge animal, which we would at once have concluded was a Cornish porcupine, had not the legend informed us that we stood before "The Ramm Inn." It appeared that we had passed the Porcupine several miles back; the house had no particular resemblance to a public-house, and the sign had long ago become so weather-beaten, that it was only on close inspection, something resembling the chalked outline of a map of Europe could be discerned upon it; but

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