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who was at my side, but the devil of any stop was in them; the swells inside called out, Go on, or I'll shoot you,' while Bob and I was riding alongside the foremost boy, bouncing to make him a croaker if he did not pull up, and if it had been but a pair prad rattler, ‘may I,' clenching his fist, ‘be smothered if I had not sent a bit of blue pigeon through his nabs, but I held off, thinking the leaders would, when they got their heads, go off at score and make a bad half-penny of the affair. Running on this way about a quarter of a mile my out-and-out pal, putting his bleeders into his prad galloped up to the first Jack, and with the but-end of his whip made his mawleys feel the weight of the lead which was in it; then grabbing the reins, he hauled up the leaders so smartly as to bring the whole four upon their haunches with a crash that unsettled the whole boiling of them. Well done,' cried I, dashing up to the jigger, and demanding the blunt in as loud a voice as I could, in my then state of health, bring the bellows to work, but with lots of bounce. Out, howsoever, jumped one of the swells, who was a swodgill, on the other side of the rattler, and coolly taking aim with his stick, brought down poor Bob, who was stopping the horses. Oh, oh! thinks I, bolt-in-tun must be concerned here, and off I went, and bang came a bit of blue after me, which I heard talking to the wind as it headed my speed: now, thought I, I've given them the double, for they had no means of following me at the rate I could get along. Beefing, however, they were lustily; when, at the turning of the road, I was brought down by a roller with a stroke of his long chiv over my head. I was bad enough at that time, (principally through Alderman Lushington though, I believe.). I have, however, several times since then been all but a croaker in this infernal start, and to-morrow I shall be a stiff'-un to a certain. Now, Jack," continued he, after a long pause, “ although you and I have missed one another whilst doing our work in this life, only meeting at the beginning and the end of it, I hope I speak to a friend, an old pal, one who never put into his cly slang-dues, but is, nevertheless, down to the moves upon the board. I say, Jack, I have a favour to ask of you ;--my mollisher-she's a good un, and may want a friend when I'm off-she's out-and-out game, and no snitch,—only say, you will give an eye to her, as you are a free man, and can do it, and I shall be happy.” Having assured him that when I had the means I would not see her want, he composed himself, and shortly afterwards fell asleep.
An hour had not passed before his favourite woman came, having brought him some clean linen, and more decent clothes than those he wore in prison ; she had obtained permission to say farewell to him through the bars of the gate which separates the prisoners from the visitors. As I knew she would only be allowed a few minutes, I awoke him, then throwing a blanket round him, at his request, I took him in my arms and carried him down to the bottom of the stairs ; but before I could lead him to the gate, she gave one shriek, and fell lifeless upon the paved passage, and in that state was conveyed out of the place. Those who have not been in the way of seeing any thing of the class in which I was brought up, can have no comprehension of the devotedness of women to the interest of particular individuals to whom they are attached. The woman in question had during his long illness and imprisonment, entirely supported him, going out to daily work, although before kept in idleness, and at last parted with every thing she possessed to buy him a new shirt, and get his best clothes out of pawn, because she thought it would please him to appear well dressed upon the last occasion of his needing the use of apparel.
I have read in all the old books which give the history and lives of robbers, that they have mostly been first seduced into crime by women, and then betrayed by them. These books may be true for aught I know any
thing to the contrary, but judging from my own experience, the character of women must be strangely altered since the days to which these works refer. There are no set of men more faithless to each other upon the face of the earth, than the family-men. When the strongest reasons are in force to keep them united and faithful to each other, every one, knowing his own character, suspects his companion, and would at any time hang a dozen of his associates to save himself.
Not so with their women, they would most of them sacrifice their own lives to save the life of the man with whom they cohabited. If we except the immorality in every way of such a connexion on the part of the woman-but even looking at it in that point of view, it must be taken into consideration, that they do not descend to the degradation, but are born in the society where it is looked upon as no departure from established custom-if, I say, we except the immorality of the connexion, I am sure that no book could be written which would reflect more honour on the sex than the lives of those connected with the fraternity of robbers for these last fifty years, during which I know of no instance of betrayal of a man by a woman, although I have known many to have been so ill used by men, as to justify any retaliation on their part. There is a great outcry against loose women, but there would be no loose women, if there were no loose men. Remember, that we are open declaimers against the unfortunate females in general, but encouragers of them in secret. I remember the case of poor Riviere, who came into my hands down in Somersetshire, just after I took office; he was executed for forging a West India bili. There was a woman blamed for that affair ; but the gentleman, it is now well undersood, fell a sacrifice to three men, well known at the west end of the town-an auctioneer of notoriety, an hotel-keeper, since dead, and an attorney; who all shared the property of the man, when I had finished the law upon him.
(To be continued.)
TELESFORO DE TRUEBA.
The diurnal press has, during the past month, announced the death of Telesforo de Trueba—we purposely omit his worldly titles ; giving to him only that more simple designation by which he was well known, and will be long remembered both in the social and literary world. He was born of one of the noblest families in Spain; early in life he came to England. In the cause of the constitution given to his country he was always stedfast, even to proscription. Upon the elevation of Martinez de la Rosa, he ventured into the arena of politics; was chosen member of the Cortes, and more, its secretary. We have no further detail of his onward political life, saving what the spot (it was at Paris) where his ashes are entombed may tell us, that when his patron fell, and his party gave way, he again turned his thoughts to England, where he knew that many would welcome him, and none more cordially than ourselves. We
e profess not to write an accurate memoir of our poor friend's life: all that we know has been gleaned during moments when we little cared to note the incidents, because we never anticipated the painful task that has devolved upon us. We now weave them together as they occur to us, because there is no portion of the contemporary press that should more readily attest his merits, or lament his loss.
We will not pause to question the degree of excellence he may have arrived at in his compositions. His story may be a very useful page in the history of man. When others would have desponded, his best energies were called forth. Deprived of his family resources, banished from his own home, he has lived honourably in two foreign countries by his pen alone. Having written many plays in Spanish, he was well versed, as his countrymen ever are, in the art of the dramatist; and when in Paris he did not quail before the difficulties of the language, but ventured forthwith “into the interior of the drama's hot and dangerous territory," and was successful.
Thus emboldened, upon his arrival in England he wrote several novels; amongst which we would enumerate “ The Castilian," “ Sandoval," “ The Guerilla,” &c. &c. in all twenty volumes or more ; besides the “ Romance of Spanish History," which now lives not the least eminent in that ingenious series of historical fictions. As an English dramatist, we will note him as the author of two five-act plays—“The Exquisites,” and “ The Men of Pleasure:” of several minor pieces of varied success,
-“Mr. and Mrs. Pringle," at Drury Lane, “Call again To-morrow," at the English Opera House, and many others. We will ask of those who would gauge his merits as an English writer, to appreciate the difficulties under which he laboured, and however the critic may refine upon the niceties of language, we will ever abide by the unerring decree of public opinion, for “all who live to please, must please, to live.”
Beckford wrote his “Vathec" in French, and Townley translated Hudi. bras into the same language; although both were excellent, and especially the latter, (upon whom Voltaire passed the high encomium that he had overcome the greatest of all difficulties, for that “la plaisanterie expliquée cesse d'être plaisanterie;") still they were their only works in that language, to each, one great effort perfected to success!
There is perhaps a still higher praise than what we have yet given to our late friend. The almost chivalrous honesty of all his acts and all his intentions. We will not pay his memory the poor compliment of dwelling on that upon which he never for an instant doubted. It is indeed in sorrow we part with him, and our fervent prayer shall be, May the dust lie lightly upon him !
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LITERATURE.-NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.
sent for 1836
ib. 106 ib. ib.
PAGE The Romance of Ancient Egypt
108 A New Art, teaching how to be Plucked, &c.
ib. The Hour of Retribution, and other Poems
109 Friendship's- Offering; a Christmas and New Year's Present
for 1836 Narrative of a Voyage round the World, &c.
ib. The Sacred Classics; or, the Cabinet Library of Divinity
110 The New Years' Gift, and Juvenile Souvenir
ib. Voyage round the World, including Travels, &c. &c. from 1827 to 1832
ib. Flowers of Loveliness. Twelve Groups of Female Figures, &c.
111 The Historical Keepsake; a Series of Original Tales, &c.
ib. Random Recollections of the House of Commons, &c.
112 Poems and Lyrics
ib. A History of British Fishes
ib. A Compendium of Modern Gography, with Remarks, &c.
ib. Heath's Book of Beauty, 1836
113 The Poetical Works of John Milton
ib. The Keepsake for 1836
114 Yarns for the Long Shore Folk, &c.
ib. The Battle of the Annuals. A Fragment
ib. The Works of William Cowper, his Life and Letters
115 Supplement to Capt. Sir J. Ross's Narrative of a Second Voyage in the Victory, in Search of a North-West Passage, &c.
ib. The Picture of Dublin; or, Stranger's Guide, &c.
ib. The Comet : in four Parts, &c.
ib. What is Phrenology ?
116 The Angler's Souvenir
ib. The Parent's Cabinet of Amusement and Instruction
ib. A Manual of Entomology, &c.
ib. The Squib Annual of Poetry, Politics, and Personalities
117 History: or, the Juvenile Traveller
ib. LIST OF New PUBLICATIONS
NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS. Communications at our Publishers for “ô18a.” To “D. L.”—“Mr. Kimberley," the author of ". Notes on Philosophical Fallacies," -"Blank," and many others too numerous to specify.