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F anybody is curious to know the families. If we add the women and children,

relative importance of each trade in the lodgers, and working men of the same
London, judged by the numbers of clan all over London, whose names do not

those who follow it, you can get this appear in directories, we shall have a populainformation without much difficulty from the tion of Smiths equal to that of many

considerTrades' Directory

able towns which return their two members to The publicans appear to be far and away

the Parliament. The Joneses are only half the most numerous. This volume contains the number of the Smiths. Next to them come names of about 4,700, not including 300 hotels, the Browns, who fall short of 700; the John. taverns, or coffee-houses, of a superior class, sons and the Williamses muster some 500 each; which are ranged by themselves, and 100 pri- while the hardly less familiar name of Robinvate hotels, not licensed. Of beer retailers son is only borne by 250 persons. there are not less than 1,700, of wine mer. This year 50 new trades have been added to chants an equal number. Even this estimate the Directory. The search after “ new things” by no means exhausts the list of those whose never ends, and from year to year a Beckman business it is to supply London with stimu- might gather in these pages materials for a lants. Some 150 brewers are in the list; and new history of invention. Sometimes it is then the brewers' agents, the distillers and science that gives birth to a trade, sometimes spirit merchants, the dealers in liqueurs, cider, it is a passing caprice. In either case the and perry, have still to be reckoned. It is want brings the supply. London traders take probably below the mark to say that 10,000 care that no one shall long be able to say with persons in this "Directory" are shown to be clear conscience that he cannot get all that engaged, either wholly or partially, in "the money can procure. When the want has thus quor traffic.” Of course this does not include been met, it is for the directory maker to

whole army of brewers' men, draymen, record the fact in his register of new trades. waiters, barmen, and barmaids, tapsters, cellar- The list is not quite so fantastic as usual, but men, potboys, and hangers-on of all sorts is still a curiosity in its way. It includes whose interests are also bound up in this aluminium agents, anti-friction powder manu. traffic. We don't venture to estimate their facturers, artificial plant and bouquet makers, numbers.

brimstone refiners, church vestment warehouse After the publicans, the bootmakers take (Romish Church), dolls' boot and shoe makers, rank. Of these there are over 3,000—all we earth-closet manufacturers, esparto merchants, presume keeping something like a shop, and gazogene manufacturers, graphotypers, paper 200 wholesale makers. The grocers and tea- fastener makers, parkesine manufacturers, dealers are less numerous by a hundred or so. school and exhibition decorators, sodium and Next come the tailors, 2,600; the bakers, (patent) sodium amalgam manufacturers, and 1,850; the butchers, 1,750; the tobacconists, stay-fastening manufacturers. It is only rea1,500; and the milliners, 1,400-as numerous a sonable to suppose that, as new trades are body as the greengrocers. The lodging-house- born, old ones die out; but they pass away keepers own to a strength of 1,350, but must unnoticed and unsung. really be a much more imposing body. With So with the changes which each year sees these the dairymen and the builders take the among the people whose names, dwellings, same rank. The linendrapers only muster and avocations such a book undertakes to some 1,100; but then the haberdashers, 400, chronicle. An old inhabitant possessing the the hosiers, 500, and the outfitters, 250 strong, requisite local knowledge can read no sadder march in separate companies. Of private volume than an old directory. To him the schools, there are nearly 1,200.

register of his street or quarter must call It is hardly necessary to say


the up painful recollections of men who one by names of persons, the great family of Smith is one have been struck down in the hard pre-eminent. In the Commercial Directory, battle of life, whose places are now filled by a where the names are entered in alphabetical new crowd of busy, struggling, successful, disorder, over 1,500 Smiths are registered, and the appointed workers. But the book itself deals curious


like to know that 130 answer to neither with success or failure, with ruin or the Christian name of John. Be it remembered death. If you answer to the yearly musterthat these are all householders and heads of roll, well; if not, your name is blotted out.


Leaves fromthe Book of Nature: Descriptive Narrative, &c. .







at the entrance of the galleries; others after.

wards came forth, who began removing the In further noticing the apertures of some

wooden bars that blockaded the entrance, in ant-hills, I fully ascertained the nature of the which they readily succeeded. This labour labour of their inhabitants, of which I could occupied them several hours. The passages not before even guess the purport; for the

were at length free, and the materials with surface of the nest presented such a constant

which they had been closed scattered here and scene of agitation, and so many insects were

there over the ant-hill. occupied in carrying materials in every direc

Every day, morning and evening, during the tion, that the movement offered no other image

fine weather, I was a witness to similar prothan that of confusion.

ceedings. On days of rain, the doors of all the I saw then, clearly, that they were engaged

ant-bills remained closed. When the sky was in stopping up passages. For this purpose

cloudy in the morning, or rain was indicated, they at first brought forward little pieces of

the ants, who seemed to be aware of it, opened wood, which they deposited near the entrance

but in part their several avenues, and im. of those avenues they wished to close; they mediately closed them when the rain complaced them in the stubble, and then went to

menced. seek other twigs and fragments of wood, which

Could the most enlightened reason, which they disposed of above the first, but in a different ascribes such procedure to mere animal in. direction, and appeared to choose pieces of less

stinct, have done more ? size as the work advanced. They at length brought in a number of dried leaves, and other

THE Ass. materials of an enlarged form, with which they covered the roof, an exact miniature of the art As stupid as an ass," has grown into a of our builders when they form the covering proverb; yet the ass is, like all other animals, of any building. Nature, indeed, seems every capable of appreciating kindness. A poor ass where to have anticipated the inventions in our neighbourhood comes on a Sunday to which we boast, and this is, doubtless, one of certain houses to beg. He looks in at the the most simple.

window first, and when he finds that he is seen, Our little insects, now safely in their nest, he goes to the door and waits there patiently retire gradually to the interior, before the last until he is sent away or rewarded with a potato passages are closed. One or two only remain or two, or a crust of bread. There are about without, or concealed behind the doors on two hundred houses in the street, but he never guard, while the others repose or engage in calls where he is not in the habit of getting different occupations in the most perfect something. Should a policeman come up while security.

he is waiting, he immediately leaves the flags I was impatient to know what took place in and stands on the road, but as soon as the the morning upon these ant-hills, and there- man is out of sight, he comes back to the door; fore visited them at an early hour. I found the police have been in the habit of beating them in the same state in which I had left him when they found him on the footpath. them. The ants were wandering about on the Having visited all his friends, he then picks up nest; some others issued from time to time what he can on the piece of waste ground from under the margin of the little roofs found behind the houses.





asses in carrying mortar, stones, and other The manner in which the ass descends the materials; upon which the ass falls down with dangerous precipices of the Alps and Andes is his heels upwards, closing his eyes, and extoo curious and indicative of sagacity to be tending his chest as if he were dead. This passed over without notice. It is thus graphi- done, the master begs some assistance of the cally described in the “Naturalist's Cabinet”: company, to make up for the loss of the dead * In the passes of these mountains, there are ass, and having got all he can, he gives them often on one side steep eminences, and on the to know that truly his ass is not dead, but only other frightful abysses; and as these for the being sensible of his master's necessity, played most part follow the direction of the mountain, that trick to procure some provender. He the road forms at every little distance steep then commands the ass to rise, which still lies declivities of several hundred yards down- in the same posture, notwithstanding all the wards. These can only be descended by asses ; blows he can give him; till at last he proclaims, and the animals themselves seem perfectly by virtue of an edict of the Sultan, all are aware of the danger, by the caution they use. bound to ride out next day upon the comeliest When they come to the edge of one of the asses they can find, in order to see a triumphal descents, they stop of themselves, without show, and to entertain their asses with oats being checked by the rider; and if he in- and Nile water. These words are no sooner advertently attempt to spur them on, they con- pronounced than the ass starts up, prances, tinue immovable, as if ruminating on the and leaps for joy. The master then declares danger that lies before them, and preparing that his ass has been pitched upon by the for the encounter; for they not only atten. warden of his street to carry his deformed tively view the road, but tremble and snort at and ugly wife; upon which the ass lowers his the danger. Having at length prepared for ears, and limps with one of his legs, as if he the descent, they place their forefeet in a were lame. The master, alleging that his ass posture as if they were stopping themselves ; admires handsome women, commands him to they then also put their hinder feet together, single out the prettiest lady in the company; bat a little forward, as if they were about to and accordingly he makes his choice by going lie down. In this attitude, having taken a round and touching one of the prettiest with survey of the road, they slide down with the his head, to the great amusement of the swiftness of a meteor. In the meantime, all spectators.” that the rider has to do is to keep himself fast

THE TURKEY. on the saddle, without checking the rein, for the least motion is sufficient to destroy the equilibrium of the ass, in which case both must A gamekeeper in Norfolk had under his care inevitably perish. But their address in this

a flock of nominally wild turkeys, descended rapid descent is truly wonderful, for in their from some that were imported into Norfolk swiftest motion, when they seem to have lost from America, during the last century, by the all control of themselves, they follow the dif- then Earl of Buckinghamshire. These turkeys ferent windings of the road with as great exact. roosted in a wood which was frequented by Dess as if they had previously determined on foxes; and the gamekeeper, wishing to protect the route they were to follow, and taken every the turkeys from their attacks, moved his dog precaution for their safety."

kennels under the trees upon which the tur

keys perched, in order that the dogs might act LXXV.

as their guardians against the foxes. This Leo, in his “Description of Africa,” gives lasted for some months, after which the foxes the following account of a performance which having been destroyed, the gamekeeper rehe witnessed in Egypt: “When the Moham- moved his dogs back to his own cottage, which metan worship is over, the common people of was distant about a mile from where they had Cairo resort to the suburbs to see the exhibi. been quartered in the wood. On getting up tion of stage-players and mountebanks, who the next morning, his surprise was great in teach camels, asses, and dogs to dance. The observing that the turkeys had followed the dancing of the ass is diverting enough ; for migration of thei


protectors, and were all after he has frisked and capered about, his roosting on the trees which overhung the spot master tells him that the Sultan, meaning to to which the dogs and their kennels had just build a great palace, intends to employ all the been removed.


Songs of the Garden.




The Primrose.
TAR of the woodland ! with my beaming

I wake to greet you in the garden

bowers. Mine is no glittering robe, nor queenly grace,

And yet how welcome are my simple flowers.

The children love them, when, with happy feet,

They run from school before the close of day; And find them scattered, ever pale and sweet, Like flecks of moonlight in their homeward


Even now, while shadows creep along the grass, And steal the moonbeams through the leaf.

less trees, Are there not feet that linger as they pass, And sounds that softly come and go like

these? Hush, little birds! your warbling cease awhile,

And let a sweeter voice than yours be heard: Look, sister flowers, for lo! a lovelier smile Than ours beams forth with every whispered

word. No tears are now upon the maiden's cheek,

No shadow flits across her snow-white brow : Hush ! little birds, and let us hear them speak, What none beside the garden flowers should


Old people love them, for they say the time

Of pleasant youth comes back again to them; When love and hope were in their sunny prime,

Each bud a flower, and every flower a gem.

Kind were the hands that brought us long ago From the wild wood, and gently placed us

here; And faithful have we been to bloom, and grow, And yield our fragrant thanks from year to

year. Though many a change we've seen since first

we came, Of human happines s, and human grief; Yet life and death have found us still the


HALL we tell what said the maiden

To a listening ear that day,
When her heart, so sorrow-laden,

Cast its heavy load away ? No more sad, and no more lonely, For a few brief moments only:

Shall we tell ? Ah, no. All her future lay before her

Happy future-hers and his.
Such a sunny mist came o'er her,

Such a glow of girlish bliss ;
Such a light upon her brow,
That she spoke, scarce knowing how ;-

Boldly? No, that could not be;
But with faith so firm and true,
As the picture rose, and grew,
Brighter in the sunny glow,
That it seemed no fantasy.

Did he see it? No.

The same in garniture of flower and leaf.

Youth with its merry laugh has passed us by,

And passed the feet of heavy laden toil; Beauty has watched us with admiring eye, And age has stopped to greet us with a


Fond love has lingered, with its footsteps slow,

Pacing the garden walks by twilight dim; And holy strains from happy souls that flow Have broke the silence with their evening


Close within the garden bounds,

Circled by her father's grounds,

Soldier in that glorious strife
He might live, and feel it life.

Would she keep him? “No."

Stood a cottage, thatched and lowly;
And her footsteps wandered slowly

As they came upon the spot.
Here, she thought, their lives might be

(Worldly strife and care forgot)
Spent in calm felicity.
And she ventured smiling, blushing,
While her young heart's tumult hushing,
Just to say it might be so:

But he answered, “ No.”
Never stooping down to see
What in those sweet eyes might be,

Answered quickly-sharply, No:
In a manly voice and strong.

Never dreaming how they go
Words like this, remembered long-
Down into the deep heart's core,
Seed of sorrow evermore,
Bitter fruit to keep in store,

From a careless No.

Simple word, and promptly said;
But the maiden bowed her head,
And she spoke not for awhile-
Could not speak, and could not smile.
Something seemed to darken o'er
All her world, so bright before.

Have you seen a landscape so ?
After slumbering broad, and fair,
In the glow of Summer air;
Steals across the midday sun
One small cloud, and only one,
Shadow casting far below,

Like that one word, No.

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Nothing meant he but to say

Lowly cot was not for him; Not for him to cast away

Honour for a girlish whim;
Not to waste his noble powers
In the calm of silent hours.

Rather let him boldly go
Where the stir of manhood raging,
Hand to hand their conflict waging,

Soon it passes, and again
Floods of light o'er hill and plain
Sweep the little cloud away
From the face of golden day;

And the stream with silent flow,
And the fields, and forests deep,
Once again in sunshine sleep.
But her cloud is long in going;

Ah! poor child, may never go.
Do the wisest always know
What their careless lips are doing,

When they answer No ?



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WEET are the joys of home,

And pure as sweet; for they,
Like dews of morn and evening, come

To wake and close the day.
The world hath its delights,

And its delusions too;
But home to calmer bliss invites,

More tranquil and more true.
The mountain flood is strong,

But fearful in its pride;
While gently rolls the stream along

The peaceful valley's side.
Life's charities, like light,

Spread smilingly afar;
But stars approached become more bright,
And home is life's own star

J. B

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