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it has been long decreed that such or such a day shall be “ gaudy day?" As for weddings, Charles Lamb has spoken for me on that chapter. The marriage of a very young girl, --who can be naturally gay on such an occasion ? The Father : anxious that all the glitter may be pure gold? The Mother : thinking how much she has struggled with since her bridal veil was put on, even if she have married a—(modesty forbids my filling the blank). The sister—who was her chamber companion, her confidante in the garden walk,-her other voice in the duet, her partaker in all manner of little childish pleasures or plans, that the old may not froun upon, but can hardly care about? No one, I verily believe, save the boy-groom man, proud of his favour, enchanted at the beauty of his blue coat, and either impudently or awkwardly triumphant in the privilege of saluting the Bride's-maids! The only really merry wedding I can fancy, is when Fifty-Five marries Forty : and there the mirth arises in fact from what is the summum bonum of human felicity—the unhoped for arrival of the Blessing !
Let us take heed, then, to put despotism from us, while ordering our own pleasures, or commenting on those of others. We shall not liave an casy life, I am aware, for saying “ live and let live,” and for doing accordingly. Quite the reverse. The angry will call us culd, and the bigotted latitudinarian ;—the shallow will complain that we skim upon the surface—the one-eyed that we are blind :—and we walk on a very narrow path.
There is a jargon about "simplicity,” which is merely the language of an absolutism worse than that we are condemning — insomuch as it
nothing to show for it.” Better anything almost, than this cant. Ease in the conduct of our daily life, is not to be insured by our echoing the (cat-and-dog) mas of those who are poor in tastes, and limited in their capacities, and who, therefore, assume their barrenness to be the condition of Eden as it came from the hand of its Maker! My neighbour, Mr. Scald, is perpetually girding at the gay waistcoats of Mr. Fightington, which I mentioned when discussing my Mrs. Bell's and the Post's notions of a New Clothing Bill: but Mr. Scald forgets to let us know how often he has given half a guinea for a mackerel he meant to eat by himself: while I, who think both very extravagant, should not like over much to be questioned as to the money I have “thrown away” (Mrs. Bell insists on the word) on coins and curiosities ; which would neither clothe the one nor feed the other; and
which, I have at times a heart-sinking sense, are, after all, rubbish to one who has no museum.
But it cannot be rated as either uncharitable or tyrannical to point out the wisdom of free-will at precisely those times and junctures when the world is least disposed to allow it. endeavour to distinguish between the signs of real feeling, and the shows which are a relic of the by-gone times of savagecy, peace to their ashes ! And if it can be proved that Feasts, as formerly understood on the transaction of some important change in our lives, are really heartily relished by few save the interested and the uninterested: the Lazarillos—the Mrs. Gamps, and the PiqueAssiettes, who prowl about good (and bad) men's houses, wheresoever the sound of mourning and the smell of cookery break outit is to be hoped that other and more individual
ways of showing affection and geniality may be studied :—that Regret may not be gauged by the depth of the barrel of beer broached for mutes to swill — that row may not exclusively presumed to sit
upon «« broad hens” neither that they who do their best to go on their way resignedly-O not unmindful, because silent !--may be sentenced to transportation to some penal colony where every vico flourishes, and neither humanity nor virtue exists—by the Sobbers, and the Blowers of Noses, because theirs was the fashion of the ancients !-If I write lightly on this matter, it is because I feel deeply. Truth may sometimes fly a long way on a feather, whereas, if graven on lead, it may drop like a dump at the Prophet's foot, to be buried in the earth or picked up as a treasure, as may be.
A VISION OF OLD FAMES.
I AD a vision in the years gone by-
Strong-limbel, stern-visaged, and with life-like eyes,
Musing, I gazed,
Time rolled on,
Still on their pedestals were ranged the shapes,
Their glory hath departed :-God hath said,
Oh blessëd dream!
FABLES FOR FOOLISII FELLOWS.
Have been up-lifted to the seats of power,
with white sails of the merchant ships,
F.IBLES FOR FOOLISII FELLOWS.
THIE JIIGIILAND AND TIIE LOWLAND
SIIEEP WIIO WENT TO WAR AT
TIIE PERSVISION OF WOLVES.
Ix a country not so remote that it cannot be reached by the moral of our fable there had been, from time immemorial, a feud between its Ilighland and its lowland races of sheep, which came to a collision whenever and wherever they met on the borders of their feeding-grounds, which neither their respective shepherds, nor their irrespective dogs, could prevent, appease, or put down, when once their bloods were up. It was shocking to mutton-eating men to hear of this perpetual petty warfare, and the rumours of a general rising of both of these belligerent parties, to bring their quarrel to a general battle, and abide the issue ; but this their lords and masters would not hear of for a moment, and contrived as much as possible to keep the rival clans apart, driving them to higher grounds on the one side, and lower grounds on the other, so as to leave a good broad neutral line of land between. The main bodies of both armies being