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volumes the writer takes to represent the quality of the Latin nonsense verses of a still earlier date.

The contents of the second, belong to a class which may be compared with the second period of Latin versification; and in regard to such as may be found not altogether unworthy of perusal by indulgent readers, he must perforce be content with a verdict similar to that so thankfully accepted by Claud Halcro; or claim the privilege of thinking with Wordsworth

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“Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.

The whole number of the various publications to which contributions have been occasionally made, is fully a quarter of a hundred, and at a moderate calculation the united circulation cannot have been less than 750,000. Allowing only a little over an average of two readers to each copy, it would follow that more than two, millions of the British Public must have had some portions of what he has written presented to their notice, and yet, dear friend and gentle reader, in all probability you have never seen his name in print before, not only because the amount of two millions is but as a grain of sand in a vast plain, but also because he has almost invariably preferred writing anonymously, or adopting different signatures, from time to time. Of these signatures Barfoot Shenstone which first appeared in the window of the SUNDAY TIMES office during the year 1858, appended to “How kissing first came up,” and other short pieces, and was also placed on the title page of several songs, in cluding “Footprints in the snow,” published by Messrs. Robert Cocks and Co., and the “ Song and March of the South Middlesex,”-has had a circulation of 290,000. During the three decades elapsed since the publication of his first pamphlet, the name of the author has scarcely ever been associated with anything he has written. At most up to the present year he can only remember a very few trifling occasions, one to a note in the catalogue of an architectural exhibition in Pall Mall, where he exhibited a design to illustrate the arrangement of the brazen musical vases in ancient theatrical buildings, as alluded to by Vitruvius, and which having Latin explanations, was not likely to be popularly attractive; a second in connection with a

paper accompanying an illustration in the Journal of the British Archeological Association for the year 1859, and which his esteemed friend the late T. W. Pettigrew cut down remorselessly with his editorial pruning knife; a third appended to a short paragraph in LAND AND WATER in reference to a Provincial term of reproach seemingly derivable from the worship of the Pelasgian Cabiri; a fourth on the title page of Galatea, a Madrigal written in conjunction with the composer for a public prize, which it did not obtain*, but was afterwards published by Mr. Mallet, of Wardour-street, and first sung publicly at Mr. Lawler's fifth annual concert, held in Willis's Rooms during the season of 1866. The fifth and the only other instance he at this moment can call to mind is on the title page of a new National Anthem for England, now at the end of its second edition, published by Messrs. Robert Cocks and Co., in 1858, and which obtained favourable notice in several London as well as provincial journals. THE SUNDAY TIMES said it was“ pleasing and elegant.” THE UNITED SERVICE GAZETTE called it “a spirited composition.' THE REVIEW said its “conclusion was in a bold and spirit stiring. vein, not unworthy the battle song of a British army." THE NEWS OF THE WORLD described it

written with loyal and pious feeling.” THE OXFORD CHRONICLE found therein “patriotism, devotion, and loyalty well combined.” THE NORTHAMPTON HERALD thought it " of more than average merit.” And The CAMBRIDGE CHRONICLE pronounced it “ the best thing of the kind which had been placed before the public”; but the WEEKLY NEWS justly foretold that, though the design was appropriate, custom would not easily be set aside. *


Combined with other reasons for not putting his own name forward was the unwillingness to do away with a source of amusement derivable from contributing to publications which found a place on the tables of friends in distant localities. It was occasionally so very amusing to hear a song sung, or something read aloud and criticised by those who little thought the author of it was listening to their genuine unsophisticated expressions of opinion. A variety of subjects in various forms, diversified by different signatures applying to both genders, Hattie was rather a favourite* and, helped in this way to the great mystification of numerous acquaint

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ances, and a proportionate undercurrent of quiet amusement to himself: while to see, in public print, the kudos given to another person was at times exceedingly entertaining. One of the best examples of this kind

in connection with an elegant volume, published by Bailliére, of Regent-street, London, and Broadway, New York, and written by a friend of Lord Lytton. It was on an occult science* towards which Lord Lytton was known to be much disposed, although he objected to accept the dedication for certain satisfactory reasons assigned. The author of the book, who had been adjutant in a crack regiment of dragoons for five years, chose the nom-de-plume of “A Cavalry Officer,” and knowing that the present writer had been helping others, asked him to assist in introducing the work to the public. After some consideration, he agreed to write a prefatory address, with the understanding that not a word of his should be altered. The condition was accepted and fulfilled, and when the book came out, among other complimentary notices in the papers, THE SUNDAY TIMES, taking up a certain point, said

-“But upon this part of his argument it is but fair that we should let the Cavalry Officer speak for himself,” and then quoted two entire pages from the prefatory address, of which the author of the book had not written a single word. On another occasion the writer had sent three articles to a local paper, and, some time afterwards, while walking with A and B, A, addressing B, said—“Come, B, you may as well confess yourself the writer of those articles. I know it was either you or C, but our fellows all say it was you.' After a short interval of silence, B, jauntily observed that, if all the fellows had made up their minds, he supposed it was useless for him tô continue denying the authorship. It would have been a pity to spoil such a joke; and so B marched off with colours flying.

With the exception of a song called “Buds of late summer days, "** written to music at the request of Madame Valkenaere Albertazzi, and published by Messrs. Oliver and Co., of Bond-streett; together with the 11th ode of Anacreon, translated for a madrigal which has been set to music but remains still unpublished; Galatea, previously mentioned; and the patriotic song, “ Army

+January 18, 1857.



Navy and Volunteers,"'* the last two only here reprinted -all that the writer has produced in the way of verse, has been given on the impetus of the occasion, and may therefore be considered as of spontaneous growth.

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To some who may be tur over these pages it will perhaps occasion surprise to identify the writer of certain very light pieces with the serious minded author of “ Observations on intellectual culture and modes of acquiring knowledge,” accompanied by a list of correlative MSS, such as those on the Greek Prepositions and Enclitics; with a complete rudimentary Greek grammar. A precis of Latin Prosody. Rules for the French genders, and other facile memorials relative to speaking and writing that language. Order of learning the Italian verbs. 3,600 years of Chronology. A tabulated history of England. The framework of the histories of Greece and Rome. The early dynasties of France. Memorials for Historical Data. Popular Readings of Geography. Formula of Pianoforte fingering. The seven positions on the violin simplified for students of Campagnoli; and a variety of other subjects which it would be tedious to mention in this place.

This apparent inconsistency may be accounted for by the fact of his having, during a greater part of his life, been forced to adopt the rôle of an idle man, partly through uncertain health, and in a great measure from incapacity for any prolonged exertion; and not being over much enslaved by the exigencies of fashionable society, he has found time to occupy himself in a multiform variety of ways. There are many idle men, so called, who generally find plenty of occupation for themselves when out of sight of their acquaintances. This may be taken as an axiom. Then the necessity for change has its claim. Absence of occupation we know is not always rest, and as the writer has never indulged much in Chess or Billiards, and but very little in Archery, Dominoes, Back-gammon, Drafts, Cards or SKITTLES he may, perhaps be permitted the excuse of choosing to occupy a portion of the time often so filled up by others, in a way more congenial with his own inclinations. Human nature not only demands rest but insists also upon occasional recreation. There will be seasons with all of us when we are disposed to say

“Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero

Pulsanda tellus,” WIND TOSSED LEAVES has been chosen as an appropriate title for the little swirl, which has been here swept up and collected from among the scattered contents of an old oak paneled worm eaten chest, into which many bundles had been cast one by one, from time to time, as they appeared in their original places. Wind tossed indeed have many been; blown to the East Indies and the West. All over England and far into North Britain. From London, Dover, Brighton, Portsmouth, Southampton, Bristol, Doncaster in particular, and other places, they have drifted about in all directions. them have found their way to Canada, Australia, and New Zealand, others have reached Japan and been read in Singapore, and reprinted at Hong-Kong; and some were set up ten years since at Shanghae by ingenious Chinese compositors ignorant of all English written or verbal, except their own peculiar pigeon jargon. At this very time leaves of other kinds are fluttering on their way to China, and to Kingston on the coast, and to the quarters of Her Majesty's Forces, four thousand feet above the sea, just half way up the mountain heights of the island of Jamaica.

Some among

The little urnful here reproduced, and under his own name reclaimed, is intended chiefly for presentation, in token of friendship and esteem; and also as a not ungraceful acknowledgement on the author's part to those many kind friends, and acquaintances, whose liberal and lavish hospitality he has so frequently enjoyed and so fully appreciated; but which distant residence, uncertain health, and other circumstances have too frequently prevented his reciprocating. Nevertheless, sometimes while sipping his modest glass of Hock, which is not Steinberg Cabinet; or enjoying the flower perfume of a Sauterne which is not Yquem, and contrasting its deep straw color with the richer golden fulgence of a certain wondrous old Madeira, herein duly honored; or when, under the “ silver lamp light,” he compares the sunset tint of a Pommade with the recollection of a deeper glow in the “ Thirty Fours and “Forty Sevens

on the tables of more fortunate friends, he calls to mind the words of the Augustan Poet in the - Vile potabis modicis Sabinum" invitation to Mecænas, and happily applies them.

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