Catholic chapel, the hill, the terrace, the Roe-buck, the Star and Garter, the Duchess of Buccleugh, the Castle tavern, the circulating libraries, the eel-pie house, and the maids of honour!

If anything might have expected to be safe from such an inveterate praiser, it would be the stump of a tree. But, no: our friend, and his friend, (the Rev. L. Booker, LL. D. vicar of, &c.) conspire against the quiet of the venerable stump; and leave upon it two and twenty of the heaviest hexameters that I ever remember to have met with in the realms of rhyme. I apprehend that, by this time, the stump must have sunk under their weight. Listen to the commence

ment

"Pride of the grove! on Richmond's loveliest green,
Favored of old by England's virgin green;

What, though on thee, as in thy verdant prime,
No towering branches now expand sublime," &c. &c.

and they proceed in the same bold vein! But I am afraid of abusing the patience of the reader. I could cull flowers of all sorts from the Doctor's garden; from the simple pathetic, up to the intolerable sublime. And I should do this; but that if the truth must be confessed, I know that readers, even the most "courteous," will sometimes fall asleep, after too strong a dose of the narcotic.

The amiable reader will probably prefer to hear from myself a moderate, sober account of "ambrosial Richmond;"-but at present this cannot be. He must wait till next chapter, till next year. It would be

dangerous to tread on the heels of the great Evans. It is impossible to equal him; and it would be painful to be left far behind. My humble phrases would fall dull and flat on the ear, after the magnificent descriptions of 'the Doctor.' It is better simply to recommend the reader to take his place at once in "Green Richmond,” and look, with his own optics, at the renowned hill. He will certainly see, if he stands upon the right spot, a luxuriant country, too much overgrown, perhaps, with forest-trees, but beautiful nevertheless. And then, — there is the quiet Thames, winding about the green woods, like a silver snake; or, now and then, (when a gust of wind comes up from the boisterous quarter) rising into a pretty fretfulness; whilst the great elms and acacias, which crown the forehead of "the hill," shake their heads after a somewhat awful fashion, and and tell us, in their solemn way, (by strange whispers and shadowy intimations) that they are very happy to see us, and that the best thing we can do is, to go straight to the Star and Garter hard by, where we shall meet with civil treatment, and a rational dinner, upon easy terms.

END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER.

CIVIS.

COURTSHIP.

"OH Laura! will nothing I bring thee
E'er soften those looks of disdain ?
Are the songs of affection I sing thee
All doomed to be sung thee in vain ?

I offer thee, fairest and dearest,

A treasure the richest I'm worth; I offer thee love, the sincerest,

The warmest e'er glowed upon earth!”

But the maiden a haughty look flinging,

Said, "Cease my compassion to move;

For I'm not very partial to singing;

And they're poor whose sole treasure is love!"

"My name will be sounded in story;

I offer thee, dearest, my name :

I have fought in the proud field of glory!
Oh Laura, come share in my fame !
I bring thee a soul that adores thee,
And loves thee wherever thou art,
Which thrills as its tribute it pours thee

Of tenderness fresh from the heart."

But the maiden said "Cease to importune;

Give Cupid the use of his wings;

Ah, Fame's but a pitiful fortune

And hearts are such valueless things!"

"Oh Laura, forgive, if I've spoken

Too boldly!-nay turn not away,— For my heart with affliction is brokenMy uncle died only to day!

My uncle, the nabob — who tended

My youth with affectionate care, My manhood who kindly befriended — Has-died-and-has-left me— -his-heir!" And the maiden said, " Weep not, sincerest! My heart has been your's all along : Oh! hearts are of treasures the dearestDo, Edward, go on with your song!"

RESPECTABILITY.

'Pray, what do you mean by 'RESPECTABILITY?'
Is it wisdom, or worth, sir? or rank or gentility?
Is it rough sound sense? or a manner refined?
Is it kindness of heart? or expansion of mind?

Is it learning, or talent, or honour, or fame,
That you mean by that phrase (so expressive) to name?"-

"No, no-these are not, sir, the things now in vogue: A 'respectable man,' sir, may be a great rogue,

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A respectable person' may be a great fool,-
Have lost even the little he picked up at school,
Be a glutton, adulterer, deep drowned in debt,-
May forfeit his honour, his best friend forget,
May be a base sycophant, tyrant, or knave —
But a livery-servant, at least, he must have:
In vice he may vie with the vilest of sinners
But he must keep a cook, and give CAPITAL DINNERS.