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BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.

A SKETCH.

through the streets; and wailing was to abridge the sports of the London apheard in many a hitherto happy dwelling. prentices; and Evil May-Day, as it was Armed men occupied several of the afterwards called, was long remembered principal thoroughfares, and the ser- by the citizens.

Α. Α. Α. geants-at-arms were prowling about, and dragging from their hiding places the

THE MINIATURE. participators in the outrages of the preceding evening. Ere mid-day arrived, Nicholas Fortescue was again an occupant of the Poultry Compter ;-but this William was holding in his hand time he was not alone.

The likeness of his wifeA commission of Oyer and Terminer

Fresh, as if touched by fairy wand, was immediately made out, and the trials With beauty, grace, and life.

He almost thought it spoke : of the prisoners took place at Guildhall. Nicholas Fortescue took his stand at the

He gazed upon the treasure still, bar with his six companions in misery,

Absorbed, delighted, and amazed,

To view the artist's skill. and it was only when called upon to plead, that he raised his head. But what a sight met his view! A crowd of gorge

“ This picture is yourself, dear Jane,

'Tis drawn to nature true; ously dressed noblemen and gentlemen

I've kissed it o'er and o'er again, occupied the court, and in the midst of

It is so much like you." them sat that portly figure whom he had

“ And did it kiss you back, my dear ?” parted with at Queenhithe! A mist ob

“Why—no—my love," said he. scured his sight-a noise like the rushing

“ Then, William, it is very clear. of waters filled his ears—his knees bent

'Tis not at all like me!under him, and he fell back in a swoon -it was Master Willoughbye! It was the King!

THE PIRATE. When our 'prentice recovered, he found himself still in that comely presence, but not in the court. “ Pardon, pardon, gracious lord,” murmured the poor The gong had just sounded eight bells, youth.

as Captain M. entered the cuddy, “care Henry laughed aloud. " Pardon on his brow, and pensive thoughtfulness.” thee !” cried he, “ay, by St. George! and So unusual was the aspect he wore, that reward thee toomrise man, Master Wil- all remarked it: in general, his was the loughbye is thy friend-old Philip Van face of cheerfulness; not only seeming Rynk hath given us an account of thee happy, but imparting happiness to all and thy brave companions."

around. “ What has chased the smiles Our tale is told. The rest is matter from thy face?” said one of the young of history, and may be found in the writers—"a youth much given to Byron, Chronicle of Hollingshed. Only one and open neckcloths. • Why looks our man, it is said, died by the hands of Cæsar with an angry frown ?' But, the executioner, and this was John Lin- poetry apart,what is the matter?” “Why! coln, who had been the prime mover of the fact is, we are chased,” replied the the sedition.

captain. Chased! chased!! chased!!! In the year of grace, 1537, Nicho- was echoed from mouth to mouth, in las Fortescue was a rich stationer, al- various tones of doubt, alarm, and adderman of the ward of Chepe, and miration. “Yes, however extraordinary father of eleven children, When he it may seem to this good company," condied, full of years and honours, his tinued our commander, “I have no doubt widow, the once pretty Jane Elliott, that such is the fact; for the vessel which erected to his memory a handsome tomb was seen this morning right astern, and in Bow Church ; but that awful visita- which has maintained an equal distance tion, which historians have termed par during the day, is coming up with us excellence, “the great fire,” proved hand over hand. I am quite sure, theremore destructive to the antiquities of fore, she is after no good: she's a wickthe metropolis than even the scythe of ed-looking craft—at one bell we shall Time, and the pious Cockney who per- beat to quarters.” forms a pilgrimage to Bow Church will We had left the Downs a few days look in vain for the tomb of Nicholas after the arrival of the Morning Star, Fortescue. The tumults which we have and, with our heads and hearts full of endeavoured to describe, for ever tended that atrocious affair, rushed on the poop.

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The melancholy catastrophe alluded to shot from our larboard quarter.

“ Once had been a constant theme at the cuddy more, what ship's that? answer or I'll table, and many a face shewed signs of send a broadside into you,” was uttered anxiety at the news just conveyed to us. in a voice of thunder from the trumpet, Onascending the poop, assurance became by our captain. Still all was silent; doubly sure; for, certain enough, there and many a heart beat with quicker pulwas the beautiful little craft overhauling sation. On a sudden, we observed her us in most gallant style. She was a long, lower steering-sails taken in by some indark-looking vessel, low in the water, visible agency; for all this time we had but having very tall masts, with sails not seen a single human being, nor did white as the driven snow.

we hear the slightest noise, although we The drum had now beat to quarters, had listened with painful attention. and all was for the time bustle and pre- Matters began to assume a very serious paration. Sailors clearing the guns, aspect_delay was dangerous: it was a handing up ammunition, and distributing critical moment, for we had an advantage pistols and cutlasses ; soldiers mustering of position not to be thrown away. Two on the quarter-deck, in full accoutre- main-deck guns were fired across her ments, prior to taking their station on bow. The next moment our enemy's the poop. We had 200 on board : wo- starboard ports were hauled up, and we men in the waist, with anxious faces, and could plainly discern every gun, with a children staring with wondering eyes; lantern over it, as they were run out. writers, cadets, and assistant-surgeons, Still we hesitated with our broadside, and in heterogeneous medley. The latter, about a minute afterwards our enemy's as soon as the news had been confirmed, guns disappeared as suddenly as they descended to their various cabins, and had been run out. We heard the order re-appeared in martial attire. One young given to her helmsman. She altered gentleman had his “toasting-knife” stuck her course, and in a few seconds was through the pocket-hole of his inexpres- astern of us. sibles—a second Monkbarns; another We gazed at each other in a silent ascame on exulting, his full-dress shako tonishment, but presently all was explainplaced jauntingly on his head—as a Bond- ed. Our attention had been so much street beau wears his castor ; a third, taken up by the stranger, that we had with pistols in his sash, his swallow-tail- not thought of the weather, which had ed coat boasting of saw-dust, his sword been threatening some time, and for dangling between his legs in all the ex- which reason we were under snug sail. tricacies of novelty–he was truly a mar- But, during our short acquaintance, the tial figure, ready to seek for reputation wind had been gradually increasing, and even at “the cannon's mouth.” Writers two minutes after the pirate dropt astern, had their Joe Manton, and assistant-sur- it blew a perfect hurricane, accompanied geons their instruments. It was a stir- by heavy rain. We had just time to ring sight, and yet, withal, ridiculous. observe our friend scudding before it un

But now, the stranger quickly ap- der bare poles, and we saw him no more. proached us, and quietness was ordered.

Nautical Magazine. The moment was an interesting one. A deep silence reigned throughout the AUTUMN FLOWERS. vessel, save now and then the dash of the water against the ship's side, and here Those few pale Autumn flowers ! and there the half-suppressed ejaculation How beautiful they are ! of some impatient son of Neptune. Our Than all that went before, enemy, for so we had learned to desig- Than all the summer store, nate the stranger, came gradually up in How lovelier far ! our wake: no light, no sound, issued from her; and when about a cable's And why?—they are the lastlength from us, she luffed to the wind, The last !-the last !-the last ! as if to pass us to windward; but the O, by that little word, voice of the captain, who hailed her How many thoughts are stirred ! with the usual salute, “ship a hoy!” The sister of the past ! made her apparently alter her purpose, though she answered not, for, shifting Pale flowers !-pale perishing flowers! her helm, she darted to leeward of us. Ye're types of precious things;

Again the trumpet sent forth its sum- Types of those bitter moments, mons; but still their was no answer, That flit like life's enjoyments, and the vessel was now about a pistol- On rapid, rapid wings.

own.

BY ELLAREMONT.

Last hours with parting dear ones,

presentatives.

It is that there is an in(That time the fastest spends), tellectual and moral, as well as material Last tears, in silence shed,

loveliness, and that both must be associatLast words, half uttered,

ed in order to produce their fullest effect. Last looks of dying friends! A plain countenance becomes fascinating

and beautiful when it is combined with But who would fain compress

a heart and mind which claim our hoA life into a day

mage, and becomes the speaking vehicle The last day spent with one,

of thoughts and feelings congenial to our Who, ere the morrow's sun, Must leave us, and for aye?

In nature, too, the brightest and love

liest scenes are those which wake the 0, precious, precious moments ! sweetest thoughts, and are linked with

Pale flowers, ye’re types of those the fondest and noblest associations. The saddest! sweetest! dearest! The same view which might chain us Because, like those, the nearest

for hours in speechless admiration in the To an eternal close.

classic climes of Italy and Greece, might

be passed with comparative indifference Pale flowers ! pale perishing flowers ! in the untrodden interior of New-HolI woo your gentle breath;

land or Madagascar. In the former, I leave the summer rose

not a mountain rears its head unsung, For younger, blither brows

and every hill, plain, and valley are Tell me of change and death. teeming with recollections. Homer or

Virgil may have stood upon the very

spot where we are standing, and have BEAUTY AND ASSOCIATION. gazed upon the scene before us; or some

proud warrior may have written it with

his name, by a deed of heroism. But MATERIAL beauty owes half its attraction the latter has no such associations. Thus, to the charms of association. While we too, we look with indescribable pleasure gaze upon the productions of the sculptor on the placid surface of Leman and Loch or painter, there are many considerations Lomond, or on the snow-clad tops of independent of the mere shape and figure, Mont Blanc or Ben Nevis; but were or of the exquisite finish of the produc- not half that pleasure removed had they tions, which enter into our reflections never been sung by the muse of a Scott and enhance our pleasure. We are sur- or a Byron? or were they not hallowed prised that such could be conceived and by genius, as the bright and fadeless executed by man—that they are the work scenes and shrines of romance? And of hands like our own—and we admire why is it that we gaze with such rapture the almost incredible skill with which upon spots which are consecrated by great the artist has wrought them, from mate- events—upon Marathon or Plataea, uprials apparently so inadequate to the pur- on Blenheim or Waterloo? Why, when pose-the ingenuity by which the mar- we have passed a thousand similar-a ble is made to assume the easy attitude thousand lovelier scenes without a comand natural form of life, and the canvass ment of admiration, do we linger over to express with such accuracy the object these? It is from the spirit which is of the artist's conception. In other stirred up within us.

It is that while we words, we associate the author and his gaze, fancy calls up again the events which instruments with the result which has have occurred there the splendour been produced, and thus our delight and and beauty of martial array—the pride, interest is doubly increased.

pomp, and circumstance of war; the deed And why is it in life that we often of daring, and the triumph of heroism. behold others sighing in admiration over We may have been a traveller--we forms and features in which we can dis- may have wandered in the climes of sun cover no peculiar attraction? Why is and song—amid scenes which genius has. it that the face which we have passed at consigned to immortality — and where first with a careless glance, has afterwards nature and art have lavished all their been destined to haunt our dreams, and gifts of loveliness. We may have roved perchance to steal the sleep from our in the vales of Cashmere—the gardens of pillows? It is because there is a charm Shiraz_in the wilds of Switzerland, or not contained in the mere “curved lines" the walks of the Tuileries. Yet, what of Hogarth, in oval features and round- of all the scenes which we have looked ed forms, though these may be its re- upon, are those which have left the most

cure one.

indelible impressions ? What are the melancholy street, sweeping it of every scenes which are shrined in insurpassable vestige of humanity gifted with sense beauty in the sanctuary of our hearts, enough to know that a warm fireside was and where fancy and memory oftenest comfortable, and pence enough to prodelight to linger and worship ? Is it

An old apple-woman, seated these, when we shut our eyes, in our by the borders of the swollen kennel, reveries or dreams, that come up to glad- and a hungry dog, gnawing at a bone, den our musings? Or is it not some were the only substances endowed with bright spot where we dreamed and play- vitality, perceptible, except the young ed and loved in the days of our childhood ; man who had located himself in such an the views which enclose the dwelling- apparently unnatural situation. His applace of our infancy ?

And why is pearance was pitiable in the extreme. this? They may be tame in other eyes Seduced by the flattering appearance of -the stranger might pass them with in- the morning, when the sun shone and difference and contempt—they may not the southern breeze blew, he had thoughtpossess a moiety of the loveliness which lessly arrayed his limbs in the gay garniwe have since gazed upon. And yet to ture of spring, and the consequence was, us they are more beautiful than aught that there he stood, exposed to all the we have since seen, because earth has assaults of a raw, chill, unfeeling northnaught that can match them in the live- eater, in a new pea-green coat, nankeen liness or loveliness of their associations. trowsers, and pale-complexioned waistThey are beautiful to us, as the theatre coat with a delicate sprig, lemon-coloured of a thousand childish incidents. The gloves, and white silk stockings. His sacred registry of unfading memories— face, as a natural consequence of such a of the charms of young love and affection, costume, in such weather, exhibited a of young dreams and aspirations. And sample of the varied hues of the rainbow, perchance, too, they are consecrated as though it can scarely be added “ blent the last resting-place of those we have into beauty.” “ Pale, pale was his loved, and of those who have loved us, cheek,” or rather pipeclay-coloured; as we ne'er shall love, or be loved again. blue were his lips; while his nose, which What a world of exquisite sentiment is was of a fiery red at the base, deepened, there in the dying request of Joseph, through all the intermediate shades, into and the solemn earnestness with which concentrated purple at the extremity. it was enforced, that his bones might His hair and whiskers, which were of a be conveyed to rest in the tomb of his bright scarlet, formed a striking fringe fathers. Egypt would have lavished all or border to his unhappy-looking counthe pomp and splendour of the east on

He wore his hat on one side the tomb of Pharaoh's favourite. But of his head, at about an angle of seventyin Canaan, perchance, he deemed that five degrees, which, in warmer weather, even after death his spirit might still and under more favourable auspices, wander amid the lovely scenes of his in- might impart a sprightly air to the fancy, and take delight in the thought wearer; just now, however, it was most that the same breeze which fanned the incongruous when coupled with the utter brow of his childhood was sweeping o'er misery and desolation of the sum total

E. of his personal appearance. There is

little more to be added, except that he THE RIVALS;

was within a fraction of four feet ten inches in height, that he kept a shop for the retail of tobacco and fancy snuffs,

and that his name was Thomas MaximiIt was on a Sunday afternoon, in the lian Potts. middle of March, 184, when a young

But wherefore stood he there? “ That man, of diminutive dimensions, planted is the question.” The sympathetic hearts of himself at the corner of one of the prin- the ladies will readily anticipate the answer cipal streets in the busy and populous –he was in love. Yes, fondly, passioncity of

Under all the circum- ately, and, we may say for a man of his stances of the case this seemed a most size, overwhelmingly in love. That little singular proceeding. A fine May morn- body, slight and trivial as it appeared, coning, as is common in March, had given tained a heart— to correspond; and that place to a December afternoon; and a heart had long been in the possession keen, raw, north-east wind, admirably (figuratively) of Miss Julia Smith, only calculated to perform the part of a rough daughter and sole heiress of Mr. Smith, razor, blustered and bellowed along the the eminent biscuit. baker, who resided

tenance.

his grave.

A TALE OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE.

BY WILLIAM COX.

ence.

in the second house round the identical

And first, of Fish, who was in truth corner at which Potts had stationed him- a most extraordinary piece of flesh. In self.

altitude he approximated to seven feet, The case stood thus.—He had been and the various extremities of his person invited by the fair Julia to tea, and, as corresponded to his altitude. His mouth, he fondly hoped, to a téte-a-téte, that teeth, lips, nose, and eyes, were on the afternoon. He had hastened (in the most unlimited scale, and as for his chin, expressive phraseology usual on such oc- there was no end to it. His hands, had casions) on the wings of love to keep the he ever had the bad fortune to have been appointment, when lo! just as he arrived apprehended on a charge of pocketat the door, his eyes were blasted (tigu, picking, if allowed to have been producratively also) by the sight of his hated ed in evidence, would have ensured his rival, James Fish, chemist and druggist, acquittal by any jury in Christendom; entering his bower of bliss. He shrunk indeed, the idea of their going into an back as if a creditor had crossed his path; ordinary pocket was absurd; while his but trusting it might only be a casual two feet were fully equivalent to three, call, waited patiently in his deplorable thus giving the lie at once to that standsituation for the re-issuing and final exit ard of measurement which dogmatically of the abhorred Fish. But the shades of asserts that twelve inches make one foot. evening fell deeper and deeper, the driz- Yet with all those weighty helps—those zling rain came down thicker and thicker, extraordinary appendages, the sum total the wind blew keener and keener—“Poor of the man was nothing; in fact, he Tom was a-cold!” The component parts never weighed more than one hundred of his body shook and trembled like the pounds in the heaviest day of his existautumnal leaves in the November blast

To in part account for this, it - his eyes distilled drops of liquid crys- must be taken into consideration, that tal; and, in the copious language of his columnar body was shrunk, sapless, Wordsworth, his teeth, like those of and of small and equal circumference in Master Harry Gill,

all its parts; his neck, scraggy and “ Evermore went chatter, chatter, crane-like, could scarcely be accounted Chatter, chatter, chatier still."

any thing as regarded weight; whilst his But there is a limit to human endurance. legs, which were really very long, fell off He could not stand it any longer-so he

aboat the calf, but gradually thickened went and rapped at the door, and was as they approached the knees and ancles, forthwith ushered into the parlour.

so that the old woman who was in the “Bless me! how late you are, Mr. habit of knitting his hose, used to make Potts,” exclaimed Julia; “but do take a an extra charge in consequence of having seat near the fire,” added she, in a sym- to narrow the loops at this portion of his pathizing tone, as she took cognizance of anatomy, instead of having, as is comthe frigid, rigid condition of her unhap- mon, to widen or enlarge them. All

this rendered Fish peculiarly ill adapted The scene which presented itself to for tempestuous weather; for carrying, the eyes of Potts was (with one excep- as he did, his head so high, the wind tion) extremely revivifying. Every thing naturally took a powerful hold of him, spoke of warmth and comfort. The and though his extensive feet prevented apartment was small, snug, and double- his being blown over, yet his weak flexcarpeted; the curtains were drawn close, ible body swayed and bent and bowed to the dull, dreary twilight excluded; and every blast, like the bows of a sapling wil.. brightly and cheerfully burnt the fire in low. A cast-off coat of his was preserved the grate, before which, half-buried in the as a curiosity in the lodge of the tailors' wool of the hearth-rug reclined the fattest society of his native town; and it is a of poodles. At one side of the fire sat the well-known fact, that during a severe fit contented and oleaginous biscuit-baker, of influenza under which he laboured, Mr. Smith, in his accustomed state of no less than seven eminent surgeons were semi-somnolency; at the other, Frank secretly negotiating with the sexton of Lumley, a good-looking, good-tempered, his parish church for the reversion of his rattle-pated coz of Julia's; while in the most extraordinarily constructed corpus ; centre was placed the vile Fish. The but he lived, and science wept as he refair Julia herself was busied in preparing covered. In mind and temper Fish was the steaming beverage which cheers as mild as milk; one of the most simple, “but not intoxicates ;" and while it is kind-hearted, inoffensive creatures that getting ready, we may as well at once in- ever breathed. He followed Mr. Coletroduce the company.

ridge's advice, and loved, with a tempe

py suitor.

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