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rious subjects, which will, either in our first or our future Numbers, be submitted to an impartial public.
Mr. LE BLANC then moved, that the thanks of the King of Clubs be presented to Mr. Martin Sterling, for his sensible and eloquent treatise on Juvenile Friendship. The motion having been seconded by Mr. Burton, Mr. MICHAEL OAKLEY rose amidst loud cries of “ Question,” and gave much entertainment to his auditors by the following specimen of eloquence :
“SIR,—Michael Oakley is not one who can be put down by clamour; I will stand buff.-(Hear, hear, hear.)—I will stand buff, I say, until this tumult has ceased—(Loud laughter, succeeded by a dead silence),--and then I will move, as an Amendment, that a vote of censure be passed on Mr. Martin Sterling for ”
Here an inclination to mirth, which had long been with difficulty restrained, burst out with such ungovernable violence, that Mr. Oakley's “ vote of censure," and Mr. Courtenay's “ order, order," were alike inaudible. When the tumult had again subsided, Mr. Oakley continued :
“ I say, gentlemen, that I move that a vote of censure be passed upon Mr. Martin Sterling, for his direct and manifest infringement of one of the fundamental laws of our project. You yourselves determined, at our last sitting, that the King of Clubs should not esteem itself competent to the office of Censor over our schoolfellows, yet Mr. Martin Sterling has ventured to hold out a threat totally inconsistent with the spirit of this Resolution. I am aware that the majority is usually against me.-(Hear, hear.). But I care not for this. I have an opinion of my own.-(Hear, hear.)—I do not knock under to that of other people. I am not a sycophant.-(No, no.)—I am not an umbra.—(Laughter, and cries of hear.)-I am not a flatterer.-(Bravo.)—No, gentlemen, I am am?
Here the disorder was so great, that the Hon. Gentleman was obliged to resume his seat, before the Hon. Gentleman could conclude his description of himself; upon which Mr. GOLIGHTLY observed, that his Hon. Friend continued unwillingly a non-descript.
No one appearing to second Mr. Oakley's Amendment, the original motion was put, and carried unanimously, with the usual exception of Mr. Oakley's single dissentient voice, The PRESIDENT, in delivering the Thanks of the Meeting to Mr. Sterling, said, that if the Hon. Gentleman proceeded to put his threat in execution, it would be for the Meeting to determine how far the strict observance of the eighteenth Resolution might be dispensed with. Mr. STERLING, in returning thanks, assured the Meeting that in future he would be so guarded in his most minute observations, that not even his Hon. Friend Mr. Michael Oakley should have occasion to find fault with the license
of his pen.
The Thanks of the Meeting were then unanimously given to the following gentlemen, who severally made their acknowledgments • To Mr. Golightly, for his Essay on Nicknames, his Remarks on the Prac
tical Bathos, and on the Practical Asyndeton. To the Hon. G. Mongomery, for his “ Lines on the Coliseum.” To Sir F. Wentworth, for Liberty and Dependence, an Allegory,” and
for his “ Thoughts on the words Žurn Out.”
To Mr. Le Blanc, for luis paper entitled “ Darkness.”
on Ditto. To Mr. Lozell, for his “ Essay on the Art of saying Yes.” To Mr. Oakley, for his “ Essay on the Art of saying No.”
The two last-mentioned names occasioned much 'mirth among the Members. When the laughter and applause had ceased, Mr. Courtenay again rose, and informed the Meeting, that several contributions had been received from Etonians not belonging to the Club, who were unwilling to have their names disclosed. He therefore moved, “That the Thanks of the King of Clubs be given to all contributors, and all well-wishers to “The Etonian;" and that Mr. Secretary Hodgson be requested to communicate the same.”
Mr. STERLING seconded the motion, which was carried by acclamation.
The PRESIDENT next observed, that he had received a communication from the Conductors of the Apis Matina, stating that any pieces which had appeared in that Miscellany were at the service of the Editor of “ The Etonian.”—(Hear, hear, hear !)
He further informed the Club, that he had accordingly selected, from the above-mentioned work, four pieces for insertion in the first Number of “The Etonian,” viz. :- -“ The Temple of Diana at Ephesus ;"
“ Edith ;" Genius;"
;” and “ Laura.” And he concluded by moving, that the thanks of the King of Clubs be given to the Conductors of the Apis Matina for their obliging offer.
Mr. MONTGOMERY seconded the motion, which was carried unanimously.
Mr. STERLING rose to state, that while he coincided in every sentiment which had fallen from the President at the last meeting, upon the subject of the'“Salt-bearer,” he could not but express his utter disapprobation of any thing like a paper war. He conceived that enough had been said upon this disagreeable topic, and hoped that “The Etonian” would not degrade itself by any future mention of the “Salt-bearer.”—(Hear, hear.)
The PRESIDENT said, that he was confident Mr. Sterling's observations expressed the sense of the meeting ; at the same time it was his opinion that, in their first Number, it was incumbent upon them to state openly to the world the ground on which the measure originated. This done, he was sure the members of the Club would see the propriety of abstaining from petty disputes, which would be alike degrading to themselves, and uninteresting to their readers.-(Loud cries of hear, hear.)
The thanks of the Meeting were then voted to the President for his conduct in the chair.
Mr. COURTENAY returned thanks, and hoped that their next Meeting would be for the purpose of celebrating the success of the first Number of “ The Etonian.”-The Meeting then adjourned.
Knave of Clubs.
RHYME AND REASON.
“ Non eadem est ætas, non mens.”—HORACE.
He whose life has not been one continued monotony; he who has been susceptible of different passions, opposite in their origins and effects, needs not to be told, that the same objects, the same scenes, the same incidents, strike us in a variety of lights, according to the temper and inclination with which we survey them. To borrow an illustration from external senses,—if we are situated in the centre of a shady valley, our view is confined and our prospect bounded; but if we ascend the topmost heights of the mountain by which that valley is overshadowed, the eye wanders luxuriantly over a perpetual succession of beautiful objects, until the mental faculties appear to catch new freedom from the extension of the sight; we breathe a purer air, and are inspired with purer emotions.
Thus it is with men who differ from each other in their tastes, their studies or their professions. They look on the same external objects with a different internal perception; and the view which they take of surrounding scenes is beautified or distorted, according to their predominant pursuit, or their prevailing inclination.
We were led into this train of ideas by a visit which we lately paid to an old friend, who, from a strong taste for agricultural pursuits, has abandoned the splendor and absurdity of a town life, and devoted to the cultivation of a large farming establishment, in a picturesque part of England, all the advantages of a strong judgment and a good education. His brother, on the contrary, who was a resident at the farm during our visit, has less of sound understanding than of ardent genius, and is more remarkable for the warmth of his heart than the soundness of his head. In short, to describe them in a word, Jonathan sees with the eye of a merchant, and Charles with that of an enthusiast; Jonathan is a man of business, and Charles is a poet. The contrast between their tempers is frequently the theme of conversation at the social meetings of the neighbourhood; and it is always found that the old and the grave shake their heads at the almost boyish enthusiasm of Charles ; while the young and the imprudent indulge in severe sarcasms at the mercenary and uninspired moderation of his brother, All parties however concur in admiring the uninterrupted cordiality which subsists between them, and in laughing good-humouredly at the various whims and foibles of these opposite characters, who are known throughout the country by the titles of “ Rhyme” and “Reason."
We arrived at the farm as Jonathan was sitting down to his substantial breakfast. We were delighted to see our old friend, now in the decline of life, answering so exactly the description of Cowper,
“ An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broad cloth without, and a warm beart within." We felt an inward satisfaction in contemplating his frieze coat, whose debût we remember to have witnessed five years ago, and in speculating upon the snows which five additional winters had left upon his head since our last interview. It was some time before we recovered sufficiently from our reverie to inquire after the wellbeing of our younger companion, who had not yet made his appearance at the board.-Oh!" said Jonathan, “ Charles is in his heyday years; we must indulge him for the present : we can't expect such regularity from five-and-twenty as from six-and-fifty." He had hardly done speaking when a loud halloo sounded as the avant-courier of Charles's approach, and in less than a minute he presented himself before us." Ten thousand pardons !” he cried. « One's enough,” said his brother. I've seen the finest sunt rise,” said Charles. “ You're wet through,” said Jonathan. " I'm all over rapture," said Rhyme. “ You're all over dirt, ** said Reason.
With some difficulty Charles was persuaded to retire for the re-adjustment of his dress, while the old man contivued his meal with a composure which proved he was not unused to the morning excursions of his volatile yoke-fellow. By the time he had got through his beef-steak, and three columns of the Courier, Charles re-entered, and despatched the business of eating with a rapidity in which many a modern half-starved rhymer would be glad to emulate him. A walk was immediately proposed; but the one had scarcely reached an umbrella, and the other prepared his manuscript book, when a slight shower of rain prevented our design. Provoking,” said Rhyme. « Good for the crop, said Reason.
The shower, however, soon ceased, and a fine elear sun encouraged us to resume our intentions, without fear of a second disappointment. As we walked over the estate, we were struck with the improvements made by our friend, both as regarded the comfort and the value of the property; while now and then we could not suppress a smile on observing the rustic arbour which Charles had designed, or the verses which he had inscribed on our favourite old oak.
It was determined that we should ascend a neighbouring hill,
which was dear to us, from its having been the principal scene of our boyhood's amusements. “ We must make baste,” said Charles, or we shall miss the view." “ We must make haste, said Jonathan, or we shall catch cold on our return." Their actions seemed always to amalgamate, though their motives were always different. We observed a tenant of our friend ploughing a small field, and stopped a short time to regard the contented appearance of the man, and the cheerful whistle with which he called to his cattle. “ Beatus ille qui procul negotiis," said the poet; “ A poor team, though," said his brother.
Our attention was next excited by a level meadow, whose green hue, set off by the mixture of the white fleeces of a beautiful flock of sheep, was, to the observer of nature, a more enviable sight than the most studied landscape of Gainsborough's pencil. “Lovely colours!” ejaculated Charles ;— Fine mutton," observed Jonathan. " Delightful scene for a rustic hop!” cried the enthusiast;" I am thinking of planting hops," said the farmer,
We reached the summit of the hill, and remained for some moments in silent admiration of one of the most variegated prospects that ever the country presented to the contemplation of its most ardent admirer. The mellow verdure of the meadows, intermingled here and there with the sombre appearance of ploughed land, the cattle reclining in the shade, the cottage of the rustic peeping from behind the screen of a luxuriant hedge, formed a tout-ensemble which every eye must admire, but which few pens can describe.“ A delightful landscape!” said Charles ; “A rich soil," said Jonathan, “ What scope for description!” cried the first; “ What scope for improvement!" returned the second.
As we returned, we passed the cottage of the peasant, whom we had seen at his plough in the morning. The family were busily engaged in their several domestic occupations. One little chubby-faced rogue was conducting Dobbin to his stable, another was helping his sister to coop up the poultry, and a third was incarcerating the swine, who made a vigorous resistance against their youthful antagonist. “Tender !” cried Rhyme ;-he was listening to the nightingale. “Very tender!” replied Reason ;he was looking at the pigs.
As we drew near home, we met an old gentleman walking with his daughter, between whom and Charles a reciprocal attachment was said to exist. The lateness of the evening prevented much conversation, but the few words which were spoken again brought into contrast the opposite tempers of my friends. fine evening, Madam," said the man of sense, and bowed ;—“I shall see you to-morrow, Mary!” said the lover, and pressed her