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delay, and that he would have reason rous frivolities that make up the cere. to rejoice that the Pope was not pa- monials of the religion and the reramount, nor the priest the minister venue of the priesthood. Yet this of the scaffold. He himself seems to man is to be content to give up his have some qualms as to the reception L.300 a-year paid duly and truly, and of his offer. “ Such a step,” says he, take in its place L.100 a-year from “ might at first be disagreeable to the Treasury, liable to an act of Parthe priests ; they might be annoyed at liament, liable to the fluctuations of it; agitate, address their lordships, by party, and, after all, turning him into petition, deprecate any provision from a pensioner on his good behaviour ! the Government, and declare that they What are our comic writers doing? would not receive a penny; but he They complain of the dearth of sub. would not mind that.

jects. But what more capital mateHappy as this conception of their rial could they ask, than Lord Morsincerity is, his lordship would find peth going to Dr M Hale, with those himself totally mistaken in the results. preliminaries of peace in his hand ? That neither he nor any man of com- I know that you are an agitator by mon experience could rely on the trade, that your power is in agitation, inost solemn protestations of the that your prospect of more power is Papists is perfectly allowed. That in more agitation; yet I come to proevery preacher and teacher among pose that you shall give up your themselves would feel the due appre- trade ;” and well might the titular ciation of their character in the care. archbishop stare at such a request, less contempt which his lordship's and from such a quarter. But the words convey is equally plain; but Irish Secretary has still to state his that any conceivable concession could terms. " I know, my dear archmitigate the native venom of Popery bishop, that the sacrifice of power is against Protestantism is only to be painful to any man, and you know regarded as one of those fancies which that your Church looks upon popular have so long marked Lord Brougham combustion as her sure path to supre. as one of the most fanciful politicians macy. But I am commissioned to under the moon. Supposing for the compensate you for any injuries to moment that it were justifiable in a your ambition. I shall plead to your Protestant nation to contribute to the avarice.

You now

receive from support of a religion which it distinct

L.1000 to L.1500 a year.

I have ly believes to be a gross error, that it authority to offer you in lieu of that were meritorious in a nation believing sum an order on the Treasury for the Scriptures as the sole law of exactly L.450 per annum." Whether Christianity to assist the progress of the soi-disant Archbishop would turn a creed which absolutely shuts up the on his heel, or use that heel in a difScriptures from the people, what ferent application to the proposer; man but a visionary could persuade whether he would laugh in his offihimself that the Popish priest would cial face, or anathematize him with be content with an offer whose de- bell book and candle, more solito; clared object was to take popular whether he would recommend the power out of his hands, and to do this shrinking Secretary to a strait-waistby giving him but a fraction of his coat and the care of Dr Haslam, present income.

The artifice with or plunge him into that purgatorial which Popery manages all her con- flame where sinners bleach like linen ; cerns renders it difficult to know her nothing can be more certain than that finance. But it seems certain that Lord Morpeth would meet with a revery few, if any, of her parish priest- ception quite sufficient to disqualify hood have less than L.300 a-year, him from ever performing the part of and very many much more ; and this peacemaker again. paid, not in the bitter, fraudulent, Such is the state of the Empire, and evasive style of the tithe, but abortive, feeble, and perplexed. Such solidly, promptly, and to the utter- is the result of twelve months of most farthing; for wo be to the man anxious deliberation, and such is the who hesitates about paying his Rever- conduct of the most worthless Cabinet ence for each and any of the nume in the annals of England.


I have no great faith, generally these objections, Hero stuck to her speaking, in what is called "a broken “ sweetheart," and persisted in having heart." In this instance I am almost stolen interviews with him ; whereas confirmed a sceptic as Sam Slick, upon her venerable parent, like a senthat shrewdest of Yankee clock-makers. sible man as he was, threatened to lock “What, sir," methinks I hear some her up in the coal-hole; and it was in green sentimentalist exclaim, “ do you running away from him just as he was then attach no credit to the histories about to put his threat into execution, of Sappho and Phaon, Hero and Lean- that the agitated young woman, who der, and a hundred others that I could had rushed out upon the leads of the mention, who died, beyond all possi- house like Rebecca when she flew bility of cavil, of broken hearts?” from the Knight Templar-made one Unquestionably not; I believe indeed step too many; pitched head over that such people lived, and that in pro- heels into the Hellespont, and met that cess of time they were gathered to death which has immortalized her their kindred earth, but I deny that memory

These, I contend, are the they died, either directly or indirectly, true versions of the stories of Sappho of the pathetic malady attributed to and Hero, which are now, for the tirst them. For who are our authorities on time, stripped of the sentimental emthis point ? the poets--a set of fellows bellishments that the poets have flung whose indifference to facts is notorious, round them, and viewed by the sober and who tell such preposterous lies, day-light of common sense. and with such a grave face too, that But dismissing the ancients, take a there is actually no believing a single modern instance or two of a “ broken word they say! The case of Sappho, heart," as they pass current in the who, these inventive gentry assure us, social circles, and see what is to be flung herself from “ Leucadia's steep,” made of them. What more common in consequence of having been deserted in the boudoir or the drawing-room, by Phaon at a time when she bade than such conversation as this:-“Do fair to increase the parish burdens, I you know Miss Sims ?66 Yes." take to be neither more nor less than “ Ah, poor thing, she is greatly to be this:-Being of an imaginative temper- pitied. She was to have been marament, as young women are apt to be ried to Captain Dobbs of the Ennisat her age, she was one fine day killen dragoons, but before the lawyers watching, from the rock in question, had finished drawing up the settlethe rich glory of a Grecian sunset, ments, old Sims took umbrage at when, in the ardour of her enthusiasm, something or other; the match was leaning forward to catch a glimpse of declared off ; the Captain was comthe ruddy waves that broke with a dull pelled to set out on pressing business heavy crash upon the shingles, she lost to Boulogne, and poor, dear Etheher balance, and threw an undignified linda has ever since been dying of a summerset from the top of the preci- broken heart.” “ Bless me! you don't pice to the bottom. There was no say so ? how shocking!”

is Fact, I sentiment in the matter ; it was purely had a note from the sweet girl but an accident-an affait, not of a broken yesterday, wherein she solemnly asheart, but of a broken neck. The sures me, in a postscript, that she shall case of Hero I conceive to be just as never survive the shock her sensibility, clear as that of Sappho. She “ kept –for she was all soul, you know-has company, it is well known, with sustained ; and that, though her Papa, Leander, but her father, who was a by way of diverting her melancholy, respectable man, and in a large way has offered to take her to Epsom, yet of business, disapproved of the match, that she has not the heart to go there." for the fellow had nothing to recom- " What, not go to Epsom on the mend him as a son-in-law—no money Derby day? Well, I never !--Ah, in the funds—no landed estates-no poor thing, her heart is indeed broken!" investments in houses ;-nothing, in And yet this forlorn damsel, thus said short, but a passable face and intrepid to be dying of the most interesting of impudence. Still, notwithstanding all maladies, and creating, in conse

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quence, a sensation whenever her They are the very same who, twenty name is mentioned, plucks up spirit years before, were universally believed enough, a few weeks afterwards, to run to be dying of broken hearts, because off with her father's footman—a smart they were prevented from eloping young fellow, with a glib tongue, with each other! Gentle reader, whenround, laughing face, unimpeachable ever you hear touching stories of this calves, set off to the best advantage in sort, and I know of none that are so white cotton stockings, and standing common, always bear in mind Sam six feet one in his shoes!

Slick's saying, “the only broken heart Here is another illustration of a I ever heard tell of, was that of a New “ broken heart.” A pretty romantic York ticket-porter, who broke it in heiress, who has only just finished her straining at a twelve stone weight!" education at one of the most fashionable Yet it must be confessed that it has polishing academies at Cheltenham or a pretty, specious sound, this same Brighton, falls distractedly in love “broken heart;" and though a mere with a briefless but seductive young cant phrase, is—thanks to the “penbarrister whom she first met at church, sive public !"- -a capital catchpenny. and afterwards danced with at an It brings grist to the annual mills; Assize ball. Well, the affair “ pro- enables the small poet to browze on gresses ;" but just as it is about to be something more substantial than Parwound up by an elopement, it comes nassian herbage ; forms the stock in to the ears of the heroine's parents, trade of half our fashionable novelists, who, hard-hearted wretches that they whose slim and susceptible heroines are! instantly whisk her off to some usually die of blighted love somedistant semi-barbarous watering-place, where about the tenth line of the three on the Cornish or South Devon coast, hundredth page of the third volume; Cruel catastrophe ! The aggrieved brings sunshine to the heart of Bentfair one forth with betakes herself to ley ; lights up the countenance of Col. her solitary chamber; sighs and sobs burn with smiles ; and bids Saunders “ from the rising of the sun to the and Otley go upon their way rejoicgoing down of the same;" reads touch. ing. Indeed, were it not for this poing poems and still more touching pular and profitable malady, one half novels, and writes to all her acquain- of our West-end publishers would, I tances, who, devoutly believing every do verily believe, be figuring in the word she says, take care to circulate unimaginative records of the Insolvent the afflicting intelligence that she is Debtors' Court; or living, separated dying by inches of a broken heart! from their anguished wives, within the Mark now the sequel of this sad story! walls of a work-house, agreeably to Years elapse, and one day a stout, the regulations laid down in the new middle-aged gentleman with a bald Poor Law Bill ! head, and about as much sentiment in Is this, then, all that is to be said ot his face as a shoulder of mutton, meets a broken heart? Is there really no at a dinner-party a buxom, red nosed, such thing in nature ? Not so; my corpulent dame, the happy mother of scepticism does not carry me this six bouncing children, the two last length, for there are exceptions to twins. Observe with what cool indif- every rule ; but I do seriously conference they address each other-how tend that in nine out of ten cases the comfortable they look – how tho- thing is pure fudge. But the tenth roughly they enjoy themselves! There case is a serious nay, an awful-matis no nonsense—no delicate hesitation; ter, as the painting now hanging their appetites—the lady, you per- above my head in the Picture Gallery, ceive, has been helped twice to turkey, where I write this, assures me in the and a plateful each time; and as for most unequivocal terms. Yes, this the gentleman, he plies his knife and was no mere creation of the artist's fork with a steady determination of fancy. It was truth-stern truthpurpose that might excite the envy of that lent its terrible emphasis to his an alderman. And who is this hale, pencil. The picture in question was jolly couple, who, if you were to sing a full-length portrait of a young lady them a love-song, would fall fast who was represented crossing a comasleep under your very nose, and only mon, apparently towards a turnpikewake up in time to take you in for a gate, which stood a little to the right snig rubber at whist ? Can you ask? of her. A more touching look of grief -of that deep, still, fixed grief which to look more closely at the portrait, I eats its resistless way to the heart, and perceived that it was of too old a date, speaks of hope for ever gone, I never having been executed probably a dozen saw than was depicted in every linea- years, though some of the colouring, ment of the fair stranger's face. She especially the flesh tints, was as fresh was young, but the spirit of youth was as if it had been laid on but the other extinct. The features were perfect in day. symmetry, but undying sorrow had Having plenty of leisure time on my marred their beauty. Hers was, real- hands-more indeed than was desirly and truly, a broken heart-one of able—I determined to illustrate this those rare but impressive cases which affecting picture while yet my mind might touch the most callous, and con- was full of the subject; and accordvince the most sceptical natures. And ingly, from the hints with which it who was the painter of this striking furnished me, I composed the followportrait, which I felt persuaded was ing tale, the groundwork of which drawn from the life? At first I ima. is founded on an incident that took gined it was Salter, whose noble pic- place in a small provincial town someture of George III. and the Dying where about the commencement of Gipsy, exhibited in the National Gal- the present century, and has been allery last year, was so pure and pro- luded to by Dr Uwins in his treatise found in its pathos; but when I came “ Disorders of the Brain."




The Common of Carricksawthy, every where in briskest activity about which forms a portion of that district you. You hear the Sawthy chatterknown by the name of the Vale of ing and laughing along its pebbly chanTowy, is one of the most picturesque nel; the trout, or the sewen, leaping spots in South Wales. The clear, up from its deep, quiet pools, between gurgling stream of the Sawthy, span- the gravelly shallows; the bee boomned by a wooden bridge of the simp- ing heavily past you as it starts from lest construction, flows through its the bosom of the wild flowers that encentre; cottages of a comely and cheer- flame the common; and the thrush, ful aspect, with their small strips of the chaffinch, and the linnet chirping garden-ground full of flowers, are merrily among the shady copses that scattered about its borders ; flocks of creep half-way up the downs. sheep are constantly pasturing on its It was on the noon of a day like that thick, elastic carpet of green sward; I have just alluded to, that two young and a ridge of breezy downs redolent people, a male and a female, walked of thyme and other wild shrubs,—and slowly across this delightful common beyond which rise the frowning peaks towards the high-road, which the Carof the Black Mountains, imparting marthen stage-coach passed on its way spirit and dignity to a landscape that to Gloucester, and thence to the metro otherwise might seem too tame-en. polis. They were engaged in earnest close it on all sides but one, where conversation, and a serious—not to runs the high-road past Llangadock, say, a sad—expression was visible on a homely village, consisting of one the countenance of the lady, who, when straggling street, which stands at the she reached that part of Carricksawdistance of about a quarter of a mile thy which leads direct into the road, from the common. On a serene spring paused an instant, and pressing her or summer day, nothing can be more companion's arm, addressed him as folenlivening than this scene.

The sun

lows:-" And will you then promise brings vividly out the emerald green to be back in a fortnight, Charles ?" of the turf, always so refreshing an “ Can you doubt it, Fanny ?" object to the eye ; imparts added neat- “ No, no, I do not doubt it; but I ness and beauty to the cottages; and know not how it is—a gloom comes lightens up with smiles the stern, rug- over me when I think of the time that ged features of Llynn-y-van and his must elapse before we shall meet again. giant neighbours. Life, too, seems You, in the midst of the bustle and gaiety of London, will not feel the don would never be able to divert or hours pass so wearily, as we shall here diminish the influence of this precious in this quiet neighbourhood.”

talisman. I have but to cast my eyes - The gaieties of London ? say ra- on it, and fancy will instantly bear me ther, the solitudes, Fanny. What back to the home where we have friends have I there ? At whose house passed so many happy hours togeshall I be made welcome? Where is ther." the society that shall recompense me The earnestness and cordiality with for that which I leave behind me? Be- which her companion spoke, greatly lieve me, dear girl, a great city, how- comforted Fanny, and they moved ever full of bustle and animation it on towards the turnpike, where the old may be, holds out few attractions to gate-keeper was standing, looking one who, like me, must pace its streets anxiously along the road, with his alone, sit in his inn alone, and from hand held up before his eyes to shade morning till night hold communion them from the glare of the sun. only with his own thoughts."

The instant they came up, he said, • Are those thoughts of so very you are only just in time, master gloomy a character, then ?" enquired Charles ; the coach will be here in a the lady, with a faint attempt at a minute or so; indeed it should have smile.

been here before now," he added, “ Not so, Fanny; you mistake me glancing at the turnpike clock, “ but I altogether. How can I be otherwise suppose it stopped to take up a pasthan cheerful when thinking of you? senger at Llangadock.”. I merely meant to say, that to one “ No doubt-no doubt," observed who has not a single friend there, nor Charles; “Fanny, love, what ails you? even so much as an acquaintance with Why, your arm trembles within mine whom he can converse, London is not like an aspen leaf!" the place you conceive it to be ; so I cannot help it_indeed I cannot cheer up, it is but a short time I shall -I know it is weak and childish to be absent; and then we shall be unit- give way to such thoughts, but I have ed, no more to part. What, I have a presentiment that this parting" won a smile from you at last! Ah, " Will be for just two weeks, and love, if you did but know how much a not an hour longer," interrupted smile becomes you, you would ne. Charles, with a gay air; “perhaps for ver"

even a less time; for the instant I have “ You will write to us the instant disposed of the houses, I shall return; you reach town, Charles ?"

so take care, Fanny, that I do not Of course, it will be my chief surprise you one day when you are indeed my only-pleasure.

reading a chapter of her favourite, Pray Heaven this business may old-fashioned, Sir Charles Grandison not detain you longer than the time to your aunt, or singing that ballad you mention.”

which you know my father is so fond • Never fear it, dearest. Twelve, or of." 'fourteen days hence, we will be again " Oh, Charles, how can you talk in strolling together over Carricksaw. this light way at such a moment? I thy," said the young man, glancing could not.” back at the common which they had “ No, because you are a foolish just left behind them ; s you know the little girl, who—as my grave father hour the coach passes the turnpike; is constantly telling you—allow your well, meet me there this day fortnight, imagination to run riot.

Fanny, as you used to do when I came home dearest, dismiss, I entreat you, for from school at Bristol, and trust me both our sakes, these gloomy foreI will not disappoint you. See, bodings, and instead of anticipating Fanny,” continued the speaker, draw- sorrow, look forward with hope. Do ing a little locket from his breast, not sit in the shade, but come abroad “ here is a lock of your hair, which into the sunshine. As you love me, for the last year I have constantly and would have me be happy during worn next my heart. This is the my absence, let me know and feel that attraction which will hurry me back I leave a light heart behind me." to the cottage. Were even its proud. Just as the young man finished est mansions thrown open to me, and speaking, his servant appeared, bendall its gaieties within my reach, Lon- ing beneath the weight of a portman

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