ploughman, or a Selkirkshire shep herd, is as different a phenomenon as possible from a miracle of the same kind springing up in a Highland parish, where the inhabitants are wholly unaccustomed to clothe either their thoughts or their thighs in a Saxon dress. It appears, therefore, perfectly plain, that as to the history and locality of your early years, Mr Wordsworth has committed an egregious blunder in trying to make a philosopher of you. How much more suitably would the lot have lighted upon me. In what scenes or circumstances could a youth be more effectually trained to a knowledge of men and things than in those which I have generally described as surrounding me in my boyhood? Not staring for days at a bleak mountain or a swampy glen, but looking sharp about me in large cities and crowded streets-not poring over the stupid features of wedders and black cattle as my only companions and acquaintance, but gathering a reciprocity of intelligence from the eyes of my fellow-men, ready to take every advantage of me if I did not anticipate them in the attempt-not starving upon oatmeal porridge and shivering in a scanty petticoat, but well-fed and warmly clothed, yet fully apprised that the continuance of these comforts from day to day depended on my own vigilance and activity-not moping myself dumb in solitude, or jabbering in a barbarous tongue, but practised to utter or disguise my thoughts as expediency might prompt, and never at a loss either for wit or words. Whether the object was to describe the progress of a poet or of a philosopher, of a man of reflection or a man of experience, here was the shop in which his apprenticeship should have been served. The opening which W. W. could not here see, we, I. T., may some day soon demonstrate, by practical proofs, to be the right road at once to popularity and fame. II. Profession and Pursuits of ma ture years. Here I confess the originality of Mr Wordsworth's adoption of your story. I know of no previous attempt to dignify the destinies of a Pedlar. But the question is, whether the Bagman would not have been equally original and more to the purpose. Let us consider this matter a little in detail. One of the most important elements of wisdom is experience. Now here I have clearly the advantage of you in several ways. I have already admitted that you had the means of becoming acquainted with a few individuals of your species, and of picking up several family anecdotes. But rate your observations in this way as highly as you please, I undertake to centuple them. I have had a wider field than you. Quæ regio in terris nostri non plena laboris ! What corner of the island, from Gosport to John-o'-Groats, from Penzance to Peterhead, has not been delighted and benefited by the visits of Tomkins? Then, again, my observations have been much more multifarious. I move at a more rapid pace than you pedestrians, and consequently must see ten times as much in the same time. I travel over more populous districts, and consequently must see twenty times as much as you in the same space. What ups and downs, what choppings and changes have I witnessed in my day, in common as well as in commercial life. How many feasts and frays-how many births and marriages - how many breaches of promise, crim. cons., and separate maintenances— how many fortunes made and spenthow many imprisonments, fieri faciases, insolvencies, and bankrupt commissions. If I were to tell you a hundredth part of these last, it would make your hair stand on end. Then, Murdoch, consider that a Bagman is not, like a Pedlar, a solitary, but a grega. rious animal. The proverb with you is, Two of a trade-with us, Birds of a feather. You have nothing like our Commercial Room, where we enjoy the benefit of the traditionary wisdom of ages, and the accumulated knowledge of the whole profession. To this hive the whole bees of our commonwealth contribute their honey. This of itself would place us a thousand miles in advance of you and your limited individual gleanings. "O! noctes cænæque Deum!" O the three D's! as Sprigs used to say-Dinners, Drink, and Devils! O! if you heard us in a winter's night with song upon song, and story upon story. Mr Wordsworth says that you sing a good stave yourself. He says that, at his request, you would sing "Old songs-the product of your native A skilful distribution of sweet sounds, It does not strike me that this is the description which a person of very musical ear would give of very good music. Is your friend, pray, not a little timber-tuned? But what were these songs of yours? The Flowers of the Forest, or Auld Robin Gray? Neither They were the product of your native hills. Gaelic, therefore; Achin frome, frome: or Machinahourich, that Jenkins used to sing far better than you could ever do; and no great shakes after all. Then as to stories, what is all the prosy stuff that a parson may tell you, about the people lying in a churchyard among the mountains, compared with what I have seen and heard. By the by, in that chapter, one of the parson's stories seems to me to have a very immoral tendency. I mean, where a girl, that has a natural child, is taken out as a wet-nurse. This is a thing I never would permit Mrs Enriched his crowded stores; deep laden ships, The railway rapid, or the slow canal, His shares were countless as the stars of Heaven : But chiefly was his name and honour known As the first partner of a banking firm. High was their credit in the mouths of men, And wide as on the pinions of the wind Their issuing notes in all directions flew, The mystic shadows of substantial gold. "Such was the merchant, and the man still more Was prosperous and blest. His sleeping partner now for twenty years, Graced the proud top of his domestic board; Five daughters and three sons were ranged around. And for his casual or invited guests Daily a dozen covers more were set. His stables far resounded with the neigh Of coach-horse, hack, and racer, while around, Employed the care of many a menial hand. "It seemed as if his happy fate had fixed Demanding audience, while contending hands One row retreating for another row Made way incessant, as wave follows wave: O who shall tell the merchant's heaving breast "The bank, at last, was almost drained of gold,— For at that period Bank of England notes Were not a legal tender,-and had now Begun in part to pay in siver coin When hark! the tongue of an adjoining clock, "I cannot paint, though I can partly feel : The letter told Of aid spontaneous and unlooked for, sent By generous friends; and bringing a reprieve Of confidence dispersed the raging storm. My friend seemed happy, chiefly that his wife Thrice struck, had proved his wealth and name repaired, limited acquaintance with comparatively few persons in the rural districts of the border, is not to be compared with my knowledge of many men in many towns all over the island. III. Implements of Trade. One further point of difference in In further considering our relative our experiences I shall notice, which is, that your beat has been chiefly claims to poetical dignity, my attenamong mere rustics, while mine has tion is forcibly arrested by the most led to an intimate acquaintance with conspicuous badge of a Pedlar's calling the urban population. It cannot, II mean THE PACK. The first idea presume, be disputed that considerable towns are at once the result and the that it suggests is its effect in retarding Os homini SUBLIME dedit; cœlumque videre JUSSIT, et erectos AD SIDERA tollere vultus." THE BAGMAN TO HIS BAG. My faithful Bag! no tongue can tell 2. Your own poet tells us that "the primal duties shine aloft-like stars!" How should you ever get a knowledge of them with a pack on your shoulders? No, Murdoch, you plainly belong to the cetera animalia. Down, then, on your marrow-bones, and perform in a suitable position your appropriate functions of a beast of burden! One advantage, indeed, your profession in this respect may have brought with it, that the callosity of your dorsal muscles may have better prepared you for your present flagel- No cumbrous stores thy depths conceal, lation. As to the pack itself, Mr Wordsworth has made the most of it when he says, "Within their moving magazines is lodged. Affections seated in the mother's breast But were we to come to details, how poor and mean would the contents appear. I decline to vulgarise Mr North's pages with an enumeration of articles so essentially unpoetical, and which every reader's fancy can readily supply. See now the contrast between yourself and me. In attitude how different! Nature, in my case, has not only escaped degradation, but has received assistance and embellishment. Nothing is so good for the carriage as driving a gig. Then, in our paraphernalia, what an immeasurable distance between the pack and the bag! The one all that is coarse and clumsy-the other all that is graceful and genteel; the one all body-the other all spirit; the one prose-the other poetry. that the pen of Wordsworth had been employed to describe the wonders of this magic repository, which, like Fortunatus's purse, contains such boundless resources in so narrow a compass; always emptying yet never empty; always filling yet never full. But if Wordsworth declines the task, Tomkins himself must try it, and favour you with O Let paltry Pedlars bow the back, No porter's load I need to drag 3. Of hard or soft, of stuff or steel : It costs me neither force nor fag From door to door as forth I go, 5. In gig or mail, as on I roll, 6. Though varied scenes my eyes survey, By flood or fell, on knoll or crag, 7. Place me where ne'er a summer breeze 8. Place me where overhead shall run Till thirst unquenched my mouth shall gag, |