THE FUDGES IN ENGLAND, BEING A SEQUEL TO "THE FUDGE FAMILY IN PARIS." PREFACE. Poor "Pa" hath popp'd off-gone, as charity judges, THE name of the country town, in England-a well-known fashionable watering-place-in which the events that gave rise to the following correspondence occurred, is, for obvious reasons, suppress- Now wants but a husband, with requisites met,ed. The interest attached, however, to the facts Age thirty, or thereabouts-stature six feet, and personages of the story, renders it independent | And warranted godly-to make all complete. of all time and place; and when it is recollected Nota Bene—a Churchman would suit, if he's high, that the whole train of romantic circumstances so But Socinians or Catholics need not apply. fully unfolded in these Letters has passed during the short period which has now elapsed since the great Meetings in Exeter Hall, due credit will, it is hoped, be allowed to the Editor for the rapidity with which he has brought the details before the Public; while, at the same time, any errors that may have been All brought to the hammer, for Church competithe result of such haste will, he trusts, with equal consideration, be pardoned. THE FUDGES IN ENGLAND. What say you, Dick? doesn't this tempt your ambition? The whole wealth of Fudge, that renown'd man of pith, tion, [with. Sole encumbrance, Miss Fudge to be taken thereThink, my boy, for a Curate how glorious a catch! While, instead of the thousands of souls you now watch, To save Biddy Fudge's is all you need do; You may ask, Dick, how comes it that I, a poor elf, Wanting substance even more than your spiritual self, [shelf, Should thus generously lay my own claims on the FROM PATRICK MAGAN, ESQ., TO THE REV. RICHARD | When, God knows! there ne'er was young gentle LETTER I. While her figure-oh, bring all the gracefullest By the way, I've just heard, in my walks, 2 report, things Which, if true, will insure for your visit some sport. That are borne through the light air by feet or by "Tis rumor'd our Manager means to bespeak wings, Not a single new grace to that form could they teach, Ne'er, in short, was there creature more form'd to bewilder A gay youth like me, who of castles aërial (And only of such) am, God help me! a builder; Still peopling each mansion with lodgers ethereal, And now, to this nymph of the seraph-like eye, Letting out, as you see, my first floor next the sky.' But, alas! nothing's perfect on earth—even she, This divine little gipsy, does odd things sometimes; Talks learning-looks wise, (rather painful to see,) However, let's hope for the best-and, meanwhile, Be it mine still to bask in the niece's warm smile; While you, if you're wise, Dick, will play the gallant (Uphill work, I confess) to her Saint of an Aunt. Think, my boy, for a youngster like you, who've a lack, Not indeed of rupees, but of all other specie, What 'uck thus to find a kind witch at your back, An od goose with gold eggs, from all debts to release ye; Never mind, tho' the spinster be reverend and thin, The Church tumblers irom Exeter Hall for tert week; And certainly ne'er did a queerer or rammer set Throw, for th' amusement of Christians, a summer set. "Tis fear'd their chief "Merriman," C-ke, cannot come, Being called off, at present, to play Punch at home;* His pun on the name Unigenitus, lately "Twill prove a sad drawback, if absent he be, Ever yet reckon'd a point of wit one of 'em As C-ke takes the Ground Tumbling, he the Sublime; And of him we're quite certain, so, pray, come time. LETTER II. FROM MISS BIDdy fudge to MRS. ELIZABETH What are all the Three Graces to her Three per Just in time for the post, dear, and monstrously While her acres!-oh Dick, it don't matter one pin rents, busy, With godly concernments-and worldly ones, too; Things carnal and spiritual mix'd, my dear Lizzy, And Love never looks half so pleased, as when, bless In this little brain till bewilder'd and dizzy, him! he Sings to an old lady's purse "Open, Sesamé." 1 That floor which a facetious garreteer called "le premier en descendant du ciel." 2 See the Dublin Evening Post, of the 9th of this month, (July,) for an account of a scene which lately took place at a meeting of the Synod of Ulster, in which the performance of the above-mentioned part by the personage in question appears to have been worthy of all its former reputation in that line. "Twixt heaven and earth, I scarce know what I do. "All are punsters if they have wit to be so; and there fore when an Irishman has to commence with a Bull, you will naturally pronounce it a bull. (A laugh.) Allow me bring before you the famous Bull that is called Unigeni referring to the only-begotten Son of God."-Report of the Rev. Doctor's speech, June 20, in the Record Newspaper. 4 In the language of the play-bills, "Ground and Lefty Tumbling." First, I've been to see all the gay fashions from (God forgive me for punning on points thus of Town, piety! had down. Which our favorite Miss Gimp for the spring has A sad trick I've learn'd in Bob's heathen society.) But ah! there remains still the worst of my tale; Come, Asterisks, and help me the sad truth to veilConscious stars, that at even your own secret turn pale! Sleeves still worn (which I think is wise) à la folle, Charming hats, pou de soie-though the shape rather droll. But you can't think how nicely the caps of tulle lace, say, Gimp herself grows more godly and good every day; So much for the blessings, the comforts of Spirit In short, dear, this preaching and psalm-singing pair, Chosen "vessels of mercy," as I thought they were, To whip off as much goods as both vessels could hold Not forgetting some scores of sweet tracts from my shelves, Two Family Bibles as large as themselves, And besides, from the drawer-I neglecting to kak it My neat "Morning Manna, done up for the pocket." I've had since we met, and they're more than I Was there e'er known a case so distressing, dear merit ! Poor, sinful, weak creature in every respect; Liz? It has made me quite ill-and the worst of it is, Though ordain'd (God knows why) to be one of th' When rogues are all pious, 'tis hard to detect Elect. But now for the picture's reverse.- -You remember Well, my dear, of all men, that Particular Baptist At preaching a sermon, off hand, was the aptest; And, long as he stay'd, do him justice, more rich in Sweet savors of doctrine, there never was kitchen. He preach'd in the parlor, he preach'd in the hall, He preach'd to the chambermaids, scullions, and all. All heard with delight his reprovings of sin, But above all, the cook-maid ;-oh, ne'er would she tire Though, in learning to save sinful souls from the fire, She would oft let the soles she was frying fall in. 1 "Morning Manna, or British Verse-book, neatly done up for the pocket," and chiefly intended to assist the members of the British Verse Association, whose design is, we are told," to induce the inhabitants of Great Britain and Ireland to commit one and the same verse of Scripture to memory every morning. Already, it is known, several thousand persons in Scotland, besides tens of thousands in America and Africa, are every morning learning the same verse." The Evangelical Magazine.-A few specimens taken at random from the wrapper of this highly esteemed periodical will fully justify the character which Miss Fudge has here Which rogues are the reprobate, which the elect. This man" had a call," he said-impudent mockery! What call had he to my linen and crockery ? I'm now, and have been for this week past, in chase Of some godly young couple this pair to replace. The enclosed two announcements have just met my eyes, In that venerable Monthly where Saints advertise For such temporal comforts as this world supplies;2 And the fruits of the Spirit are properly made An essential in every craft, calling, and trade. Where th' attorney requires for his 'prentice some "outh [truth;" Whe has learn'd to fear God, and to walk in the Where the sempstress, in search of employment, declares, That pay is no object, so she can have prayers; And th' Establish'd Wine Company proudly gives out, That the whole of the firm, Co. and all, are devout. given of it. "Wanted, in a pious pawnbroker's family, an active lad as an apprentice." "Wanted, as housemaid, a young female who has been brought to a saving know edge of the truth." "Wanted immediately, a man of decided piety, to assist in the baking business." "A gentleman who understands the Wine Trade is desirons of entering into partnership, &c., &c. He is not desirous of being connected with any one whose system of business is not of the strict est integrity as in the sight of God, and seeks connection only with a truly pious man, either Churchman or Dissenter." Have mislaid the two paragraphs-can't stop to look, But both describe charming-both Footman and Cook, She, "decidedly pious"-with pathos deplores Th' increase of French cookery and sin on our shores; And adds-(while for further accounts she refers She asks but for tea and the Gospel, on Sundays." 1 According to the late Mr. Irving, there is even a peculiar form of theology got up expressly for the money-market. "I know how far wide," he says, "of the mark my views of Christ's work in the flesh will be viewed by those who are working with the stock-jobbing theology of the religious | world." "Let these preachers," he adds, ("for I will not call them theologians,) cry up, broker-like, their article." Morning Watch.-No. iii., 442, 443. From the statement of another writer, in the same publieation, it would appear that the stock-brokers have even set EXTRACTS FROM MY DIARY. Monday. TRIED a new Châlé gown on-pretty. Tuesday At two, a visit from Mr. Magan- I own this young man's spiritual state He's forced, from politeness, to look at her Heigho! what a blessing should Mr. Magan Our ages differ-but who would count up a new Divinity of their own. "This shows," says the writer in question, "that the doctrine of the union between Christ and his members is quite as essential as that of sa→ stitution, by taking which latter alone the Stock-Exchange Divinity has been produced."—No. x., p. 375. Among the ancients, we know the money-market was pr vided with more than one presiding Deity-"De Fecuti (says an ancient author) commendabantur ut pecuni essent." And, counting in this way-let me see- And dear Magan, when th' event takes place, Wednesday. Finding myself, by some good fate, Much grieved to observe that Mr. Magan LETTER III FROM MISS FANNY FUDGE, TO HER COUSIN, MISS KITTY STANZAS (ENCLOSED TO MY SHADOW; OR, WHY?-WHAT?-HOW? DARK Comrade of my path! while earth and sky Thus wed their charms, in bridal light array'd, Why in this bright hour, walk'st thou ever nigh, Black'ning my footsteps with thy length of shade Dark comrade, WHY? Thou mimic Shape that, 'mid these flowery scenes, Still, as to pluck sweet flowers I bend my brow, (ADDITIONAL STANZA, BY ANOTHER HAND) Thus said I to that Shape, far less in grudge To be some Irish echo's, faint replied, Oh fudge, fudge, fudge! You have here, dearest Coz, my last lyric effusion; And, with it, that odious "additional stanza," Which Aunt will insist I must keep, as conclusion, And which, you'll at once see, is Mr. Ma gan's ;-a Most cruel and dark-design'd extravaganza, And part of that plot in which he and my Aunt are To stifle the flights of my genius by banter. Just so 'twas with Byron's young eagle-eyed strain, Thoughts burn, brilliant fancies break out, wrong or right, And I'm all over poet, in Criticism's spite! That my Aunt, who deals only in Psalms, and regards Messrs. Sternhold and Co. as the first of all bardsThat she should make light of my works I can't blame; But that nice, handsome, odious Magan-what a shame! Do you know, dear, that, high as on most points I rate him, I'm really afraid-after all, I—must hate him. And buys every book which that Weekly abuses. Uninjured as crucified gold in the furnace! Before this fine image of mine is producible.) |