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again in the presense of each other, after so painful and so I places of his brain. They pronounced him an incurable protracted a separation. He anticipated, with pleasant

maniac. feelings of self-congratulation, their joy and their thanks

When last I travelled through S- I enquired after givings, their praises and their pride. He had not forewarned

him, and he was still alive, if that can be called life, which them of his coming, for it was his desire “to give them a

-but I cannot repeat what they told me it is too horrible, surprise; and as he trudged, with brisk steps, along the

too disgusting to be written, hard, dry roads, the keen frosty air bracing his relaxed

There are many who can bear witness to the truth of this frame, his mind, full of hope, seemed to sympathize with

story.-Alas! poor White ! his body and was braced also, the anticipation of delight acting upon it with an invigorating freshness; and ere he reached the confines of his native county he was a new man-a'giant refreshed ;' but it would have been better for him if he had died by the way-side ere he passed the

THE COQUETTE. borders of that county,

It was evening when the weary pedestrian traversed the narrow street which led to his little homestead. With a beating heart and a noiseless step he crossed the threshold The prettiest villa in the vicinity of London belonged to and opened the door of the apartment, wherein he knew Isabella Hervey. She was brilliantly beautiful, the posthat his mother always sat. "Mother!” he said ; but this sessor of an ample independent fortune, and the idol of a was the only word he uttered, for he saw that which sud bachelor brother, who, many years her senior, had long denly deprived him of speech, and where he stood there supplied to her orphaned youth parental care and protection. did he remain. He never passed the threshold of the The crimson glow of a summer sunset burnished all the

windows of her boudoir, gleamed through their light and He leant against the door-post, and his straining eyes graceful draperies, and made the sumptuous carpet, couches, beheld too plainly the fearful exhibition which was prepa and ottomans dimly visible ; from this apartment, over red to greet his return, after a long absence, to his home which the spirit of enchantment seemed to preside, the eye and to his kindred. There lay his mother and sister, passed through a beautiful vista formed by two consecutive stretched out on a carpetless floor, the little chamber which drawing-rooms, in which the lights were being kindled for he had left so comfortable, denuded of almost all its a throng of expected guests. furniture, and no spark of fire in the grate.

Just at this interval—this pause which was not peace, “And the mother and the sister, were they dead?” No; but seemed like it—Isabella glided slowly into the scene of reader, much worsemthey were drunk

which she was the sovereign. As she passed, the splendid Filthily drunk-the old woman and her daughter, wal mirrors reflected her form-a form fair as woman ever lowing like swine, and ever and anon belching out an wore; a thousand odours greeted her with a voice of silent inarticulate blasphemy, an empty gin-bottle on the table, fragrance; and her harp, half hid in the recess of a window, 'a broken glass on the floor, and liquor spilt over both. through the gauzy veil of which gleamed clustering roses,

whispered of melody as she went by. The old woman's cap had fallen off, and her loose grey But Isabella had now been many years a fashionable hair, as she lay supine on the floor, was dabbling in a pool coquette : though still young, still, to the common and of liquor.

cursory eye, beautiful, still rich, still flattered and followed, White uttered no word, but turned from the door she was not happy. All the freshness or rather all the and quitted the house, a hopeless maniac. The blow was sweetness of feeling was gone; little susceptibility was left too heavy for him to bear-s0 sudden and iso horrible! her but to the impressions of pain. He beheld !-and the thread of his reason snapt, never This is one of the penalties that humanity pays for the again to be united. He had toiled, struggled, endured, and abuse of the human powers; sensibility to pleasure it must it had all come to this at last! He had suffered cold, hun surrender, sensibility to pain it cannot. ger, fatigue ; he had laboured night and day in solitude Isabella entered her boudoir with a letter in her handand penury; he had walked in tattered garments amongst that letter had disappointed her. Her satiated mental apmen who pointed at him, and all for this; all that his petite now required the hyperbole of praise ; she could not mother and his sister might wallow in the filthiness of do without it, it was a condiment essential to the savour of intoxication, and become like the beasts that perish! all that was said to her; yet it did not give her pleasure,

They found him next morning in the High Street, and though its absence gave her pain. he was conveyed to a mad-house in the outskirts of the Conscience, never utterly destroyed, and judgment, in town.

her naturally acute, would each continually add something Thence he escaped, I know not how, and he found his to rankle the wounds from which she suffered. Deficient way up to s — I have spoken of what happened flattery suggested fears about default, and then conscience there. Through the agency of Dr. R- . he was removed would ask, “Do you deserve faith, fealty, or firmness ? subsequently to a lunatic asylum at FC The boys | Excessive flattery suggested suspicions of sincerity, and made a subscription for their quondum usher, and as though then judgment would exclaim, Is this daubing meet for a they were anxious to atone for their past contumely, they classic eye like your's?' But conscience, judgment, every were uniformly liberal in their donations. I think that we high and noble thought, were flung aside as she hurried to raised upwards of fifty pounds to supply his wants in the the accustomed crowd, as if she had set her life upon a asylum, but neither skill nor care could restore him ; no cast, and must stand the hazard of the die.' glimpse of light was ever destined again to enter the dark Perhaps beauty is of all human power the most perfect; effortless, instantaneous in its action, it may say, with Cæsar, the kind of visitor who first arrives is of infinite conse•I came, I saw, I conquered. Yet perhaps it is also the quence. Some come, like an essence-box, with a reviving least fortunate kind of power, since it is most subject to influence, with a pleasing smile and a playful sally; others corrupting influences during its rise and meridian, and appear as if they had a portable fog in the waistcoat-pocket, suffers most intensely from moral reverses during its decline. and there is no telling at what moment it may not burst But nature had not dowered Isabella merely with beauty, forth. Some, possessed by a ceaseless volubility, discharge the mental jewel was worthy of the material casket; energy a cataract of words with the rapidity that Mr. Perkins's and fine spirits also formed a part of her gifted nature, and machine does bullets-only fortunately they are not all hits ; these, in co-operation with a high, free, diligent cultivation while others again speak so slow that they seem to wait for of her powers, might have carried her to some point of a Habeas Corpus to bring up every syllable they say. greatness where she might have lived blessed and blessing Isabella's first visitor was unfortunately one of the latter as well as brilliant-whence she might have been exhaled | description-you might put in a parenthesis of any length to other heights in that region to which, rapt and reverent, during a pause of his; he had lately returned from the conimagination rises,

tinent, whence he had brought a foreign title, the better to The principal characteristic of Isabella's mind was con enable him to catch a rich native wife; but he had left none centration ; born in circumstances which strictly confined of his tediousness in exchange, so that he had still plenty her to the woman-sphere,—vanity and wedlock,—she chose at the service of society. Isabella, when in conversation the field which the first offered her. With feelings free with this worthy Count, was like a rapid chess player enfrom every sordid taint, when she first entered the paltry gaged with a slow one; the former anticipates every move, arena in which art forms the means and marriage the meed, and thus becomes a sort of sentinel at the board, rather than she was like a young Arab barb put upon a mill-wheel, who an antagonist at the game. would circle it again and again like wildfire, till he des But Isabella was a disciplinarian, and besides she had troyed himself and the dull instrument of his torture.

not passed seven seasons in London without having learned Virtually, not actually, her plan of action was prescribed how to manage bores and lions. By-the-bye, a strange sort to her, but the poisonous policy inculcated could not shape of metamorphosis occurs in our metropolitan exhibitionher course to mercenary conquest—her quarry was the

rooms for the display of rare animals, for the lion of one heart. But, with the conqueror's ignorant and insatiable season often becomes the bore of the next. thirst for dominion, to win and waste was her bent :-like New arrivals soon rapidly succeeded each other, and, as him, reckless and destructive, she remorselessly left to deso the business of the evening called upon her, Isabella rose lation, the region she had invaded and subjugated.

above the vapid tone which had possessed her. Still her War is called a noble science-the soldier an ennobled

restless spirit, craving for exercise it could not find, looked being: the ambuscade, the yurprise, the assault, the carnage, forth like an eagle for prey worthy of her power. which is the consummation of the whole, are all arrayed Many of such guests as 'come like shadows, so depart :' in the pages of history-in the columns of the • Gazette ;' who are pledged to produce themselves at so many places and people, perverted by false impressions, see nothing but

the same night, and say nothing at any of them--for the glory and greatness : now be the same compliment paid to sake, I suppose, of saying something of all of them,-haci the coquette ; let her have, at least, one leaf from the floated away, when a pale spectral person passed Isabella : soldier's chaplet.

rapidly he passed; but he left the spell of his dark deepIt is constantly observed that we cannot say to the pas.

seated eyes upon her. She lost him immediately in the sions, Thus far shalt thou go and no farther ;' but we say crowd; but though others surrounded her, and continual this to the intellect, and, strange to say, we are obeyed ; | claims were made on her attention, she could not banish the how many minds do we see arrested in mid career, and stranger's image. coming to a stand at some point at which it is more difficult The evening passed as such evenings usually do—the to pause than to pass onward.

rooms got warm, if the people did not; some ices were As Isabella sunk upon a couch in her boudoir, she felt

carried about to other ices which sat still. There was the wooing of the evening breeze, and she leaned her uneasy music, and singing, and talking in the midst of both, excruhead towards the window to catch that gentle caress of ciating the nerves and feelings of the musician, and mortikindly nature. A sweet inartificial song was warbled at

| fying the vanity of the musical exhibitor. One exception the moment ; Isabella looked out and saw a young peasant to that rule occurred on that evening, towards the conclugirl passing home from a neighbouring hay-field with an

sion of the entertainment. A rapid prelude, which appearapron full of the new-mown grass. Isabella was touched ed a voluntary, was followed by a voice of so deep, sweet, with admiration. Taste, one of the diamond-sparks of

and thrilling a tone, that the crowd became instinctively spirit, is indestructible ; it may be burned with us in the hushed, the spirit of passionate melody appeared present, crucible of passion ; it may be shattered with us by the and even the babbler dare not break the spell. mallet of misfortune; but let the calm hour come back, and

** Forgotten quite-forgotten quitethere is taste bright as ever ; let the day of prosperity re

The pa ng I cannot bear! . turn, gather up the fragments, and taste is still essentially

Oh, feel my brow; the death-drops now the same.

Are there'The wide scene, the sweet scent, the happy songstress, The musician fell from the instrument. Full of power as the contrast presented to all within by all without, was that burst of song had been, it seemed his last, for he lay gaining some influence on the mind of Isabella, when the across the arms of those who had raised him, as if life were prolonged summons of the pealing knocker induced her to extinct. draw in her head, and sink again upon the couch.

• This way, this way,' exclaimed Mr. Hervey, Isabella's To a lady with spirits as much below par as were Isabella's, brother, bear him into the ante-room.'

The crowd passed ; Isabella was alone, and, as if petri its smile; to let all this be with a predetermined resolution to fied, in the attitude in which she stood when those heart dash and darken all with despair, was fiendish-devilish!' searching tones had reached her ear, even unto her heart, A silence followed this burst of indignation, which Mr. callous as it was become, they had pierced, and seemed to Hervey first broke. congeal her into marble.

How,' he added, 'will you repair this wanton mischief? She had been some time in her dressing-room when her how atone for this vile cruelty ? for the sleepless nights of brother came to her there. She had never before seen him lacerated feelings—the revulsion of disappointed hopes ? look so sternly. With all her faults, she had redeeming • What can I do?' she exclaimed. “Indeed I had no points; proud, tyrannical, cruel as she was, she loved that idea of such results as these.' brother, honoured him, cherished him, would have sheltered • Tush !' ejaculated Mr. Hervey, do not tell me this: him from suffering as the mother-bird does her callow the incendiary who fires one house, and brings down a young, and been regardless of injury to herself, so she but whole neighbourhood, has just a valid a plea. No, Isabella, spared it to him. She looked up; and her beautiful face, what I ask of you is to receive this as a lesson ;-to reflect so usually expressive of imperial power, had all the meek and reform; and if Walton should recover, and you can do ness of the unweaned lamb; her form, generally so full of so without violence to your own feelings, reward his love. haughty grace, approached him, all ease and sweetness, I know he is a poor man; but all the mines upon the globe ready to fall upon his bosom, or hang about his neck. could not purchase you such a heart.

The purpose of reproach with which he came melted The tears rushed into Mr. Hervey's eyes, in spite of his away before the power of her presence-before the moral struggle to master his feelings : some compunctious pangs, power of the beautiful feeling with which she was animated. but yet more sympathy with her brother, called answering

• What moves you, Robert ?' she asked, placing one hand tears into the eyes of Isabella. From that hour she joined on his shoulder, as with the other she caught the breast of her brother in nursing Walton ; she watched with him behis coat.

side the bed of delirium; heard the wild outpourings of He did not immediately reply ; but at length he said thoughts, visions, feelings which had been too long pent solemnly, as he gently disengaged himself from her hold, under the condescending force of silence, secrecy, and un• You know who was carried from your boudoir just now.' participated anguish, till, bursting forth like electric fire,

“Yes-yes,' she stammered, 'I recollected him after they shattered the brain and bosom they had already rawards,'—and her eye sunk under the reproachful gaze of vaged, almost to dissolution. her brother, — poor Hubert Walton.'

Isabella closed her house, and had it given out that she * Isabella, Isabella!' exclaimed Mr. Hervey, sinking into was gone to a remote part of the country, thus to keep off a seat, 'well may the poet describe your sex as

the insects of idle curiosity. She invited Walton's mother “ Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear,

and his sister to her house; and all that tenderness and And best distinguished as black, brown, or fair."

care could suggest was essayed. · Love traces impressions on your hearts with some such

The patient's youth, the doctor's skill, and last, not least, pencil as paints the butterfly's wing: upon ours he works the co-operation with him of intelligent nurses, slowly with a graver, and breaks the mould before the image that

effected a triumph. Health came like a timid vestal and he has marked there can be marred.'

kissed the fever from Walton's brow; but strength, shaken Isabella burst into a laugh at this estimate of the relative

as he had been, was slow of:eturning. When conscious impressibility of the sexes. All her brother's sternness light again came forth from his languid lid, his mother was returned, and anger flashed in his eyes as he exclaimed,

the first to meet it. Never had the endearing name been • Forbear, unfeeling girl, forbear! Walton is dying—the sweeter to her ear, when first lisped forth to her by her victim of your caprice. Do not let your laugh be his death first-born, than now when it reassured her she had still a knell.'

son. In low murmurs, at intervals, he talked with his 'I cannot believe you,' she rejoined, subduing her levity, mother, till, leaning forward, he fell asleep upon her bosom. yet still affecting more than she felt, for

Dr. Bassett appeared the moment after. "'Tis well!' he “ Killing eyes and wounded beurts,

exclaimed softly; 'if he can sleep in that position, 'tis a And all the artillery of darts Are long ago exploded fancies,

sign he is getting strength.' And laughed at even in romances."

Isabella's ministry now ceased at the sick bed; but she • Then let me tell Miss Hervey,' said her brother, that I still played the gentle and attentive friend to the afflicted you are likely to have, not a romance, but a tragedy, in this relatives. This was the first lesson upon moral duties she very house. Dr. Bassett has just left the unfortunate Mr. had ever received, and a mind like hers needed but have a Walton, and gives little hope of him; he says he never be new region open to her to explore it--the walls of circumheld a being so reduced, except by famine.'

vallation, which she could not overleap, removed, to walk ‘But why attribute all this to me?' said Isabella.

beyond them. Mrs. Walton was a high-minded woman, •Seek no shelter in subterfuge,' rapidly replied her and soon impressed Isabella with respect and affection ; brother; “I know all, from his mother--from his sister who in return won upon the anxious mother's heart, making from himself. I have gained my information piecemeal, her half forgive the ruin she had caused. but it is perfect and conclusive. If Walton dies, you are a Mr. Hervey,' said Mrs. Walton one day, as leaning on murderess. Yes,' he continued, eager to work on her his arm she walked round the garden, 'I have somewhere awakened feelings, ' he saw you; that you could not help. seen it said that it is a dangerous thing to employ a steamYou caught his fancy--captivated his heart; neither, per engine to turn a lathe at a toy-shop. Some such dangerous haps, was that your fault. But, when aware of your power, thing has been, and is being done, as regards female talent. to go and hold the intoxicating cup of hope to his lip; to Waste power will employ itself—if not for the purposes of soothe him with the voice of love; to gladden him with good, for those of evil.'

We see that every day,' said Mr. Hervey, in the mis-, dium through which we may look “through nature up to applied energy and ingenuity of untaught, half-taught, and nature's God.” mistaught men.'

The first day that Walton left his room, he was placed 'Do not confine your views exclusively to men,' resumed upon a sofa, and his mother had fondly contrived, in case Mrs. Walton.

he fell asleep, to fasten a curtain to a picture which hung * To women ?' he asked with a smile.

over it. Gradually every prop to which he had been ac'Neither so. Direct them to human nature, of which customed, or from which he could draw support, had been one sex is as important a part as the other. Human nature gathered round him ; and he was become resigned, serene, can only be understood by a perfect knowledge of both : and grateful. Emma, his sister, had taken her seat near human nature can only be served by an equal advancement | the sofa to read to him : when she observed a reverie, into of both. Much has to be put from our literature, institu which he had fallen, melt into slumber, she gently drew the tions, laws, customs, and manners, to redeem man from the curtain and left him. degrading marks of his own ignorant pride, as well as to One hour of deep refreshing sleep was on him. and he raise woman from her miserable vassalage.'

woke with that sense of strength which sometimes visits * All this is new to me,' said Mr. Hervey, but I listen to the convalescent. He opened his eyes widely and suddenly; you with pleasure.'

a figure as suddenly glided behind the curtain; he felt that "To aspire is the privilege of humanity,' resumed Mrs. he was awake, yet the figure of his dream had just flitted Walton, warming with her subject. “The erect attitude, by his couch ; he tore aside the curtains-Isabella stood the perceptive powers, the reflective faculties, all attest how | before him! much man has the privilege of looking far beyond, far The colours of the May-time morning sky are less beauabove himself; but the first aspiration of this sentiment tiful than were those which emotion threw upon his face. (capable of illimitable expansion) was ignorant self-esteem His luminous and dilating eye, his extending and collapsing

a vulgar desire of superiority, relatively, not really ; find nostril, alarmed her; she advanced to him-she put her ing it difficult to raise himself, he thought of the expedient hand into his. “Hubert! I come to ask your forgiveness : of sinking'woman, and so holding a comparative elevation to thank you for the love I have lost-lost deservedly.' at a safe and easy rate. Pitiful was the idea, and wretched 'Lost!' he repeated. When I am lost to all, and all is have been the consequences! The same notion is present lost to me, then-only then- He could utter no more : to the religious fanatic who fancies that he raises the he would have sunk at her feet, but she forbade the effort, Creator by the vilest abasement of himself. How little he | by folding him to her bosom. knows of elevation who thinks that any crouching wretch Walton's silence about Isabella had deceived even his can, even by contrast, increase another's altitude to know mother. It was thought that he had conquered his passion. that there is a cowering, grovelling reptile is in itself low and assurances to this effect perhaps piqued Isabella ; yet ering:

a sweet, a holy feeling had led her to his couch, and, before Mr. Hervey smiled; as people are wont to do at those she quitted it, she pledged to him the tenderest vows. The who feel strongly, and express themselves so. He felt probation she had suffered had not restored all her early acutely the miseries which women bring on men, but never acute sensibility, but it had opened her mind, and made it paused to look into the causes for these inflictions; if he seize on true principles, and, what cannot be said of every thought of remedy or relief, it was some such reproof as he coquette she did not carry that character into conjugal life. had given his sister, followed by profound reflections and pathetic lamentations over the weakness and vileness of that unhappy compound-woman. It was, in fact, the dame

LIBERTY. school business done in the drawing-room; the lecture and

The fiery mountains answer each other; the lollipop, and leave to do mischief again.

Tbeir thurderings are echoed from zone to zone; • I suppose,' said Mr. Hervey, taking the Paradise Lost

The tempestuous oceans awake one another, out of his pocket, in future editions of Milton we must

And the ice-rocks are shaken round winter's zone strike out this line of the book, in which he speaks of the

When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown. condition of the sexes: He for God only, she for God in him."

From a single cloud the lightning flashes, We must expunge from the character of Eve the flattering

Whilst a thousand isles are illumined around, humility which makes her say,

Earthquake is trampling one city to ashes, “ God is thy law, thou mine : to know no more

A hundred are shuddering and tottering; the sound
Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise."

Is bellowing underground.
No, no;' said Mrs. Walton, “touch not a line of John
Milton's. I love him as a poet and a republican; but be

But keener thy gaze than the lightning's glare, there notes appended to the text, to enlighten the purblind

And swifter thy step than the earthquake's tramp; as to the defects of his moral philosophy. Let every being

Thou deafenest the rage of the ocean; thy stare go for himself, or herself, as much as possible to the foun

Makes blind the volcanos; tbe sun's bright lamp

To thine is a sen fire damp. tain-head of knowledge---seek, and accept no mediums, if they can help it; the further from the fount the less likely is the stream to be pure; and, I assure you,' she added with

From billow and mountain and exhalation

The sunlight is darted tbrough vapour and blast; a playfulness that reminded Mr. Hervey of her youth. “I

From spirit to spirit, from nation to nation, assure you, whatever you and Milton may think and say,

From city to bamlet, thy dawuing is cast,I do not deem you the most transparent and speckless me

And tyrants and slaves are like shadows of night

In the van of the morning light.


What an unjoyous, solid, rude, suffocating, deafening, head-ache giving thing a fair in the country is :-(let me just except Greenwich fair, if Greenwich be in the country

-or rather the accidental adjunct of the noble old park, and the freaks it irresistibly inspires.) The street of the little village stuffed with people who will walk over you if you do not push them about as they do you: girls scrambling on by themselves, and men and lads by themselves ; and no one laughing nor yet smiling, but on the contrary, the greater number either half-scowling at one another, or else looking nervously shy of having it appear that they are such fools as to allow themselves to be pleased. Peep into one of the inns, of which all the lower rooms are flung open to genteelish company, among the rows of happy creatures sitting on forms by the walls, drinking porter, or ale, or brandy and hot water, and nearly all look discontented still ;

-peep into a dancing booth, as you pass by, and you will see, perhaps, a dozen girls exerting themselves to the utmost in a work-and-labour way, for the edification of three or four bumpkins, who walk from side to side among them with very disdainful faces, and now and then lift up their legs, and let them down again, one after another, as if they were plodding over a stubble-field, or at best turning the tread-mill at slow time. And how I abhor that smock frock into the bargain ! the most unpicturesque, unmanly, unlovely, sheep-faced piece of costume in the world. Ay, and the close-laced bumpkin buskins, too, which, from constant pressure, impoverish the most considerable muscles of the leg, and leave an English peasant the worst-limbed peasant I have yet seen.

“But what has become of the power, or the will, or the zest for natural and innocent enjoyment of the villagers of Old England ?--merry Old England it used to be, we are told—can I call it so, at present ? Why don't these hardworked, simple-minded poor fellows, take delight in the few holidays left open to them ?-for, as to Sunday, it has now become, to all outward appearance, the saddest day out of the seven. And, stop :-perhaps it is this very pharisaical observance of the sabbath, at first imposed upon them against their natures and wishes, and since grown into a sullen, sulky habit, which at length incapacitates them from relishing even their annual play days. At all events, Graves, you know my notions of old, as to the good sense, good feeling, nay, good religion, of making it criminal in a poor man or lad, to sing a harmless song, play at quoits or cricket, or be seen dancing with his sweetheart, or-if he and she like-his arm round her neck of a Sunday. None of those acts would be in themselves unholy, and therefore would not break the command for keeping holy the sabbath. Farther—I do sincerely believe that after due worship of God, or in the intervals of the different times set apart for His worship, on His own Day, a joyous and a contented heart giving vent, according to the common manifestations of human nature, to its joy and to its content, would not be odious in the sight of Him who loves His creatures with a surpassing love, and who has contrived a wondrous plan for even their earthly happiness. There is joy in Heaven,' where reigns an eternal sabbath :—and I WILL insist, that it was upon the first earthly sabbath day, after the 'foundations of the earth were laid,' and 'the corner stone there,' that the morning stars praised Him together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy!'

“As to the good feeling and good sense of compelling poor Johnny-raw to be triste and demure-looking upon the only day of the week that he is not bent double with labour, follow him for a good part of a Sunday, and draw your own conclusions. See him first, after church or chapel service, moping alone, or with a group of his own sex, at one side of the village street, or of a green field, while flocks of pretty, and, (if they durst) merry-hearted girls, move in a somewhat more active manner, at the other side : see him thus, and you pity his lot,—(pray do not fall into the mistake of always quarrelling with him for stupidity.) When he tires of his unenlivening lounge, stand near the Tap, and you will catch a glimpse of him, however, slipping into its ever open or only latched door, round a corner; and you do not greatly pity him now,—but how can you blame him? What are his means of enjoyment in the open air? And, if he had some means of enjoyment in the open air, would he be in the Tap-in it, at least, so often, or so long at a time? And-(take human nature as it is, as it has ever been, and as it ever must be)--which is the greatest breach of the sabbath, dancing happily on the green sod, ay, and with one of those nice village beauties before him, or spend. ing his money on the heavy, stupifying national drink of England ?-(Graves, have not the porter and the ale of England, the light wines or the light beer of France, and the whiskey of Ireland, a point of impression upon the very different characters of the three people ?) And can this methodized avoidance of the cherry companionship of the other sex, openly, and in the face of heaven and of man, upon a sabbath-day--to say nothing of his self-control in different matters-be much better, very often, than a system of demoralizing hypocrisy? Ask the parish overseer, and he may, perhaps, tell you that more seeds of care and trouble to him are sown of a Sunday evening, take the seasons through)—than upon any other evening of the week. And does he, or do you expect it otherwise ? I think, in my conscience, it is evident that the natural gallantry common to all men, gentle and simple, might, in seven cases out of ten, be diverted from concentrating itself into a downright breach of parish law, if it were allowed to evaporate, gradually, in the hundred harmless little courtesies which are matters of course amongst men and women, lads and girls, in less disciplined communities. This, however, you will say, is rather a stretching of my theory,—very well, Give me back our fine merry Old England national character, among the lower orders, ay, and some of the middle too, and that is what I want, and you may effect it as you like, and as you can. Make our smock-frocked compatriots look less unhappy, less jealous of a free-hearted, natural existence, less sulky while a charming girl of the same street and parish stops him, as he plods along, and almost by force detains him a few moments, while she tries her very best to tell him pleasant stories and anecdotes, and to look up, laughing into his face,-in fact-(inverted man that he is to suffer it !)—to court him. Let me finish my wandering chapter with a really serious sentence or two. Make your villagers enjoy their lives as their forefathers did theirs, or, at least, make them more moral than their forefathers were, as a set-off against their sad and sour pretensions to outward decorum. Convince them that-one thing with another—they have more facilities for happiness than the people of any second country under the sun, and yet that not in seeming, merely, but in downright fact, and in their hearts, and livers, brains, spleens, and gall-bladders, they are the least joyous people under the same sun.”

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