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"He was my equal at his birth,

A naked, helpless, weeping child ; And such are born to thrones on earth,

On such hath every mother smil'd.

"And by came an angel, who had a bright key, And he open’d the coffins, and set them all free ! Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they

run, And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. · Then naked and wbite, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind ; And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd bave God for his Father, and never want joy.

"My equal he will be again,

Down in that cold oblivious gloom, Where all the prostrate ranks of men

Crowd, without fellowship, the tomb. "My equal in the judgment day,

He shall stand up before the throne, When every veil is rent away,

And good and evil only known.

"And so Tom awoke, and we rose in the dark, And got with our bags and our brushes to work ; Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and

warm, So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.'

The pen of the Editor has' supplied the following touching little poem.

"And is he not mine equal now?

Am I less fall’n from God and truth, Though “ Wretch" be written on his brow,

And leprosy consume his youth? "If holy Nature yet have laws

Binding on man, of woman born,
In her own court I'll plead his cause,

Arrest the doom, or share the scorn.

"A WORD WITH MYSELF.

I know they scorn the Climbing-Boy,

The gay, the selfish, and the proud ; I know his villanous employ

Is mockery with the thoughtless crowd.

"So be it ;-brand with every name

Of burning infamy his art, But let his Country bear the shame,

And feel the iron at her heart.

'I cannot coldly pass bim by,

Stript, wounded, left by thieves half-dead; Nor see an infant Lazarus lie

At rich men's gates, imploring bread. "A frame as sensitive as mine,

Limbs moulded in a kindred form, A soul degraded, yet divine,

Endear to me my brother-worm.

« Yes, let the scorn that haunts his course,

Turn on me like a trodden snake,
And hiss and sting me with remorse,
If I the fatherless forsake.'

•J. Montgomery. With regard to that long neglected and injured class of infant bondsmen for whom this volume eloquently pleads, these English negroes, we were going to call them, there is no possibility of remaining neutral. But as it is not our wish to exhaust by our extracts the interest and novelty of the work, we refrain from making any other citations, but cordially recommend the volume.

(Mon. Mag.) THE SINGING MARINER.

From the Spanish.

WHO will ever have again, On the land or on the main, Such a chance as happen'd to Count Arnaldos long ago. With his falcon in bis band, Forth be went along the strand, There he saw a galley gay, Briskly bearing for the bay ; Ask me pot her name and trade, All the sails of silk were made : He who steer'd the ship along Rais'd his voice, and sung a song; Sung a song, whose magic force Calm'd the breaker in its course ; While the fishes sore amaz'd Left their holes, and upward gaz'd; And the fowl came flocking fast Round the summit of the mast;

Still he sung to wind and wave, “ God preserve my vessel brave; “ Guard her from the rocks that grow 'Mid the sullen deep below; From the gust and from the breeze, Sweeping through Gibtarek's seas; “ From the gulf of Venice too, With its shoals and waters blue ; Where the mermaid chants her bymn, Borne upon the billow's brim."

Forward stept Arnaldos bold, Thus be spoke, as I am told, “ Learn me, sailor, I entreat, Yonder song that sounds so sweet." But the sailor sbook his bead, Shook it thrice, and briefly said, “ Never will I teach the strain But to him who ploughs the main."

FLEET-STREET BIOGRAPHY.*

(Lon. Mag.) STERNE said, he pitied the man in its night-gown and slippers Histo♡ who could travel from Dan to Beer- ry near-sighted, sitting by the fire and sheba, and find all barren ; he might pottering over domestic intelligence

and have expressed his willingness to unpresuming conduct in Old Memorialbestow it on him who could take his ists! Why should kings and countries place for life in any given spot “ in this only have their Recorders ?-May not varsal world," and not find ample the city be allowed one, and not merematerials for history around him. ly for Old Bailey purposes ? There Every keeper of an apple-stall might are the Gibbons, the Humes, the Robunstore his “ fruits of experience," if ertsons, for big History in its feathers he chose to abandon the pippins for and finery; but the time is come, when, the pen, during a brief hour or two ;- as the clergyman says, “ Pride shall and each sweeper at a crossing might have a fall!”—and therefore the Brasgive a trifle to the world, if he did not bridges arise for little History in her generally know that the besom was deshabille moments. There is room in more profitable than the book. That the world for tiny Miss Biffin as worthy walking advertisement of War. well as the Swiss giantess !_Fleet

tom of Ludgate Hill, taking a constant Bridge-street, and the forehead of Fleettoll from those who venerate clean market are now written down for ever! shoes and black faces, could and should and we only intreat that the author will bequeath “ the fruits of experience" to go on with his good work, and do St. mankind. With his knowledge of, and Dunstan's with as little delay as possiintercourse with, his fellow creatures, ble Wright's Shrimp and Oysterhe would manage a brace of quartos as shop, and Richardson's Hotel, and the

Westminster in the severest election shop, will become a cluster of Solomon's days. The world passes on before him, Temples under bright Mr. Brasbridge's and he, with his back against the obe- hand. lisk, remains a calm looker on !-He But to the Fleet-street volume. Our angles in that thick and endless stream historian thus opens his book, and we for any thing he can catch, and all fish think it is in a style which should tempt are welcome to his beaver net of the public to follow his example. course, angler like, the sport cannot be “Better late than never" is an old adage, carried on without meditation,--and the truth of which I hope to exemplify in why we earnestly ack should the fruit the course of the following pages. It has why, we earnestly ask, should the fruit : of this meditation be lost? We have

been said that the life of any individual i be josts. We have whatsoever, would, if fairly and impartialhad our attention more particularly at- ly parrated, afford abundant materials for tracted to this flower, born to blush un- instruction; and I am willing to hope that seen this gem of purest rav serenel mine will be found equally productive of because a neighbour of Mr. Waithman

warning to the dissipated, and of encour

ageinent to the industrious ; for whilst I and this sable philosopher, with an in- honestly confess, that at one period of it I dustry highly honourable to him, has, might but too justly be classed with the in bis 80th year, written about to the former, l 'may likewise reasonably hope, right and left of him, and given us a th

that at another I might as fairly rank with

the latter. faithful and energetic history of Pop- I begao business as a silversmith, towards pin's-court, Ludgate-hill, up as far as the latter end of the year 1770, in partnerBlade's glass-shop, Whipham's a little ship with Mr. Slade, an honest, worthy above Bouverie-street, and the people in

man, whose brother-in-law I became in

ore June 1771, having the good fortune to oband places within the rules of decency tain the hand of his sister, a most lovely and St. Bride's parish. This is History and amiable woman, with a portion of two · The Fruits of Experience ; or Memoir of Josepb Brasbridge. Written in bis 80th year. 1824.

thousand pounds. The strictest friendship bridge at the death of all these inestisubsisted between our two families, and my mable spirits takes the following pendomestic happiness seemed to have no room for increase, excepting what might be

sive turn. brought by children, to whom we naturally Yet so it is! we all desire long life, yet looked forward as the seal of our felicity. we all know that it must be held by the teBut alas ! when this blessing, for some nure of seeing those whom we most love years delayed, did at length arrive, it was drop into the grave before us. “ The loss in the form of the heaviest calamity. My of our friends," said his late Majesty, on dear wife was safely brought to bed on the

the death of one of his brothers, " is the 19th of May, 1776, and appeared to be

fine which pature levies upon our own recovering extremely well ; bat on the

lengthened days." If, then, it be in the tenth day afterwards, whilst sitting in her

order of nature, let us submit to her de. chair, she leaned back her gentle head, and crees without repining ; and if the morning died in a moment. My poor infant was put of our life be gilded with bope, let not the out to nurse, but the woman who took mild beams of resignation be wanting to him having at the same time a child of her cheer its evening. own at the breast, most unjustly neglected him, and laid the foundation of a sickly Lord Mansfield figures away in a habil, which deprived me of him in his page of our history. minth year, to my inexpressible sorrow.

Thus left a widower, and childless, I The next time I saw Lord Marsfield was unhappily sought that relief in dissipation, on the trial of Mrs. Rudd, an enchantress which would have been better found in whose charms, so fatal to the unfortunate better meaos. Charles Bapnister was one Perreaus, seemed to inspire his Lordship of my associates, and it will be readily be with fresh eloquence, and the liveliest zeal lieved, that no déficiency of wit or hilarity in her behalf. She was, indeed, the very was found in parties over which he presi. head of that fascinating and dangerous ded. “You will ruin your constitution," class of women of whom it may be said, " said a friend to him, “ by sitting up in this I to her share some female errors fall, maoper at nights." Oh,” replied he, Look in her face, and you forget them all. "you do not know the nature of my constitution ; I sit up at night to watch it, and

Lord Mansfield was very desirous of long keep it in repair, whilst you are sleeping life, and, wbenever be had old men to escarelessly in your bed."

amine, he generally asked them what their

habits of living had been. To this interroBeginning the world under the aus- gatory an aged person replied, that he had pices of old Charles Bannister was not

never been drurik in his life. « See, gen.

tlemen," said his Lordship, turning to the very likely to help a silversmith on in

young barristers, “ what temperance will trade; and we are soon put upon do." The next, of equally venerable apthe scent of a bankruptcy. First, how- pearance, gave a very different account of, ever,he introduces us to Mr. Tattersall,

tersall himself, he had not gone to bed sober one

night for fifty years. “ See, my Lord," with whom he became acquainted as a said th

said the young barristers," what a cheermember of the Highflyer Club at the ful glass will do." “ Well, gentlemen,". Turf Coffee-House. Mr. Brasbridge replied his Lordship, " it only proves, that' is invited to Highilver Hall, and thither some sorts of timber keep better when they

are wet, and others when they are dry." he goes in company with “ Thomas Smith, of Bridge-street, brandy-mer- Mr. Brasbridge was a great member chant," and Mr. Fozzard, “the great of clubs. He haunted the Crown and stable-keeper !"

Rolls, in Chancery-lane, and trumped At the club, Whitfield was a social the tricks of Ramsbottom, the brewer, soul,—the comedian, whom Goldsmith and of Russell, who ruined himself by mentioned also, and at whom, there- the lottery; he sat, too, at the Globe, fore, fame now may be said to shoot in Fleet-street, where “ Mr. P., the surwith a double-barrelled gun! He had geon, was a constant man,” and Archian unbounded attachment for the T. B. bald Hamilton, the Printer, and Thofacetiously translated “T'other Bottle," mas Carnan, the bookseller, who brought by our biographer. Colburn too, of an action against the Stationer's Comthe Treasury, was a member, and “Bob, pany for printing almanacks, and won Tetherington, as merry a fellow as ever his cause !" And Dunstall, the come sat in a chair,” and “ Dear Owen,” the dian, famous for I'm not such an elf," confectioner, who, like other wags, in Love in a Village: and Macklin, too, wrote his own songs, and sang them of whom we have the following charac. agreeably. The reflection of Mr. Bras- teristic and amusing anecdote.

The veteran Macklin, when the com- The Cider Cellar too, boasted of pasy were disputing on the mode of spell- Mr. Brasbridge's company. In truth. ing the name of Shakespeare, was referred to by Billy Upton, a good-tempered fel. he seems to have diligently attended to low, with a remarkably gruff voice, the the signs of the times. Mr. Brasbridge doudest tones of which he put forth as he speaks of our Elia, as the historian of observed, “ There is a gentleman present the Cider Cellar, the only fact in the who can set us to rights :" then turning to Macklin, he said, a Pray, Sir, is it Shake volume, we believe, which is built on a speare, or Shaksper P” « Sir," said Mack- sandy foundation.

in “ I never give any reply to a thunder The “ Free and Easy under the Rose" bolt."

was another society to which I belonged. Akerman, the keeper of Newgate, It was founded sixty years ago at the and William Woodfall, the reporter, Queen's Arms, in St. Paul's Church-yard, were also Globe boys! Brasbridge

and was afterwards removed to the Horn.

tavern. It was originally kept by Bates, smartly says, in conclusion, "The who was never so happy as when standing Globe was kept by deputy Thorpe, and behind a chair with a napkin under his truly it might be said that he kept it, arm ; but arriving at the dignity of Alderfor it did not keep him."

man, tucking in the calipash and calipee

himself, instead of handing it round to the The following anecdote of Dr. Glo

company, soon did his business. My exver is not unamusing ; it almost takes cellent friend Crickett, the marshall of the the romance out of Frankenstein. High Court of Admiralty, was President Another of our company, whose social

of this society for many years, and I was qualities were his ruin, was Dr. Glover ;

constantly in attendance as bis Vice. It

consisted of some thousand members, and he was surgeon to a regiment in Ireland, and rendered a man, who was hung in

I never heard of any one of them that ever Dublin, the doubtful favour of restoring

incurred any serious punishment. Our him to life ; he found it was, at any rate,

great fault was sitting too late ; in this reDo favour to himself, for the fellow was a

spect, according to the principle of Frank. plague to him ever afterwards, constantly

lin, that “ time is money," we were inbegging of him, and always telling him,

deed most unwary speodthrifts; in other when the Doctor was angry with him for

instances our conduct was orderly and cor. it, that, as his honour had brought him in

rect. I cannot say so mucb for the comto the world again, he was bound to sup

pany that frequented the Spread Eagle, in

the Strand, a house famous for the resort port him.

of young men after the theatre. Shorter, the John Morgan too, was a Globe spir. landlord, facetiously observed, that his was it,“ a man universally known and es a very uncommon set of customers, for teemed with whom we are avite unae what with hanging, drowning, and natural quainted. He was, it appears, a great

deaths, he had a change every six months.

One of our members, Mr. Hawkins, a wit in the neighbourhood of Shoe-lane. spatterdash maker, of Chancery-lane, was Morgan, was, without exception, the best

remarkable for murdering the king's Engcompanion I ever knew. One night in

lish. Having staid away for some days in particular, he was so irresistibly droll, that consequence of a fit of illness, one of his Mr. Woodinason, the stock-broker, present

friends asked him the cause of his absence ; ed the ludicrous spectacle of a man of six he said he had been an individual some feet high rolling about on the floor with time, meaning an invalid. In giving an his arms a-kimbo, to keep himself toge. account of the troops landing from Amether, as he said, for that he was certain rica, after long absence and perilous serotherwise be should break a blood vessel, vice, he said they were so rejoiced, that that fellow Morgan made him laugh so they prostituted themselves on the earth; much. I was to Morgan what Sir Watkin the person, to whom he was relating it, ob Lewes was to Wilkes, when he complained served, that they had been manured to thar Wilkes made a butt of bím ; " True," hardships ; “ Yes, indeed they had," said said Wilkes, “ still it's only a waste butt.” Mr. Hawkins," and that was the reason There was a sixpenny card club at

they were so much affected.” Mr. Haw. the Queen's Arms too ; at which Mr.

kins was, nevertheless, a very good man,

as well as a good spatterdash maker ; and Brasbridge and nineteen other choice the name of Equity Hawkins, which we spirits joked and revoked incessantly. gave him on account of his living in Chap. Goodwin was one-Goodwin, the wool cery-lane, might have been applied to him, en-draper, who invariably exclaimed,

with equal truth, on account of bis own in.

tegrity. when he came down stairs of a morn

The following anecdote is a warning ing, “ Good morrow, Mr. Shop. You'll to all lovers of monumental glory. take care of me, Mr. Shop, and Pl M r. Darwin was one of the churchtake care of you !"

wardens of St. Mildred's. A gentleman,

who had formerly lived in the parish, and by his club-hours !) and Brasbridge got whose wife was buried in the churchyard, into a neighbouring shop, and started afterwards went into a distant country, and 1: erected a superb mausoleum upon his estate ; the first dedication of which, he ladles.. wished to be to the remains of his wife. After my name had been set up in this Accordingly he wrote to the churchwardens; doubtful conjunction with Smith for about and a proper deputation of gravediggers, five years, his house was repainted, and I, with the sexton, and Mr. Darwin at their thinking I had a right to use iny own name head, descended into the vaults to search as I pleased, begged leave to run up the for the coffin of the defunct. When they painter's ladder, when he descended, and found it, however, it was in such a state efface it with a broom. Upon this, Mr. that it could not be moved; they therefore Smith sallied forth to seize the instrument contented themselves with transferring the of destruction to his ingenious device, 1, plate, stating the name, age, and period of thinking that I had been robbed enough decease, to its next neighbour, a respecta. already, held it stoutly with one hand, and ble old gentleman, who most likely little advanced the other so near Mr. Smith's dreamed in his life-time, that his clay would face, that he ran back into his shop, and finally rest beneath a superb mausoleum, took refuge behind the counter ; I conjured and have all the honours paid to it that him by the honour of an Englishman, to were intended by the owner for his depart. come as far as the threshold ; but he stuck ed wife. When the removal was comple- close to his counter until he was reinforced ted, Darwin remarked, that they had had a by his journeyman and porter ; and then, very disagreeable job, and it would require finding myself likely to be overpowered by a good dinner to get them over it, which numbers, I also, like a prudent general, they accordingly had.

thought fit to secure a retreat. The next We have not omitted a single joke day he got the name painted more conspic

uously than ever, and modestly sent the of Mr. Brasbridge's yet we believe.

painter to me with his bill for so doing. On The following is extremely piquant. my refusing to pay it, he summoned me to

Darwin was very intimate with Mr. Fig. the Court of Conscience, and, in explainiog gins, a wax-chandler in the Poultry, who the matter to the commissioners, he told was also a member of the “ Free and Ea them that my name stunk in the parish of sy." They almost always entered the room St. Bride's; they remarked, that he seemed together, and, from the inseparable nature very fond of stinking fish, and advised him of their friendship, I gave them the names to go home and mend his own manners : he of Liver and Gizzard; and they were ever had accordingly the pleasure of paying the afterwards called the Liver and Gizzard of expenses attendant on the proceedings, and the Common Council.

returned home to meditate on his impotent Miss Boydell is commemorated

malice. and the compliment to her beauty is The following is really interesting, well-timed.

and ought never to have been written I should be wanting in my habitual reve. before, Mr. Brasbridge has written it so rence for the fair sex, did I not take this well. , opportunity of acknowledging the attrac. Sir Thomas Halifax was a most exceltions and graces possessed by Miss Boydell lent chief magistrate ; one instance, in parat this time.

ticular, of his impartiality and firmness, Mr. Brasbridge now “ returns to his

when he was Lord Mayor, I witnessed myshop.” He is persuaded to take stock. self with respect to Dr. Dodd. The un. He finds that a young man of the name fortunate

fortunate delinquent was brought before of Ashforth has abused the trust reposed

him, and was standing in a rooip crowded

with spectators, when Lord Chesterfield in him, and, in short, ruin in due time

sent up his name to the Lord Mayor, and follows. He becomes bankrupt, and requested a private interview. Sir Thomas, Mr. Blades, the glass-man, Mr. Eley, with manly and becoming spirit, sent bis the spoon-maker, and Mr. Hoare, of the spoonmaker and Mr Hoo f compliments to his Lordship, and informed

him, that, the business he was come upon Cheapside, are appointed assignees. being of a public nature, he could not posAll the assignees are his enemies ; in sibly hear it in private, every person prethis Mr. Brasbridge resembles the man sent having as much right as himself to be who always met with twelve stubborn

made acquainted with it. The sight of

Doctor Dodd upon his knees, imploring men on a jury! The house and busi

the mercy of Lord Chesterfield, moved ness in Fleet-street are sold under the every one but the polished statue to whom commission, and Mr. Smith-luckless he addressed himself; in vain he reminded Mr. Smith í becomes the purchasor him of the cares he had lavished upon his Mr. Smith prints up his name with

infancy, and entreated his forgiveness of a

fault, which, at the very moment he comlate Brasbridge,” (who got the name mitted it, he meant to make amends for ;

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