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storm that clears the atmosphere of fearless expression, there is ever the our minds, with one grand thunder. gentler love, the affection better worth burst dispersing the ill-humours, and the cherishing. We have at this moleaving the mind's sight clearer, and ment the tenderer feelings, and have the heart purer and more tranquil. the more enjoyed a volume of much The rage of indignation has been ex. sweet poetry, because we have been pended, pity has followed, and then led to it through good wholesome saforbearance, and then love. Never tire, and would recommend to all who let us have fellowship, much less would be thus rendered amiable, a vofriendship, with men who walk in the lume of good poetry, the better part world's ways without ever feeling one of which, we think, is satire, “ by touch of indignation, for their tame John Kenyon, formerly of St Peter's souls can never rise to any ecstasy of College, Cambridge.” The first piece affection; and their benevolence is is “ Moonlight"--and beautiful moonhalf affected, a simpering quiescence, light it is as ever illuminated lands of to cover the little bilious bitternesses dream and vision. But pass it by a. of disposition that lurk and make while ; let the moon rise, and you will them uncomfortable within, and press see the divine orb in her glory above upon and narrow the heart so that it the world, when you have seen a litcannot expand to any manliness of act tle what the world is, over which she or feeling. Better to hear the war would benevolently spread her veil, whoop of a generous enemy than en- half of silver light, and balf of darkcounter the smiles of an universal ness. Read first, “ Pretence, a Sa. quietist. To smother indignation is tire," and then, when honest Virto stifle virtue, and if we quell it en- tue has had full sway, and has distirely in young minds, we smother charged the peccant humours of your virtue in the very cradle as she is a disposition, be you amiable as you waking from her sweet sleep into may-you will be enabled to rise in healthy and active existence. How dream and vision of poetry, and meet beautiful is it in youthful hearts, where half-way angels of the moon, and visit as yet there is incorrupted honesty ; either world together in love and puand through feeling they acquire rity. The process of the preparatory knowledge, and the wise nurse's wish fib is not unpleasant-so enter we on is accomplished for her child_" Sa. “ Prince Ercles' Vein." Our author pere et fari quæ sentiat.” And then, makes a nice and happy distinction where there is the bold, the open, the between Pretence and Pretension.

To seem, not be, our ever-anxious aim,
Such is our vice, beneath a double name;
In turn by Folly nursed, and crafty Sense,
And now Pretension called, and now Pretence.
This seeks a vain display; this seeks to hide ;
And one from Interest springs, and one from Pride;
Sometimes apart; more oft, in holy tether,
Like sovereigns leagued, they rule and rob together,

“But oh! what type may paint each varying form,
Shadow or light, the zephyr or the storm ?
Prompt as aërial clouds that drift and wreathe ;
Changeful of hue, as seas that roll beneath ;
They take all colours, turn at every call;
Shift through a thousand shapes, and cheat in all."

Yes, one lesson does hold to the left but a sense of melancholy. On end, the great lesson, too early taught, Whit-Monday the large and populous to seem, and not to be. These lines city of was from one end to the bring to mind a scene, or rather two other a pattern or picture of goodness. scenes in the farce of Humbug, which There was not a street in which there we ourselves saw this year, eighteen was not a school procession, with their hundred and thirty-eight, of our ad. banners and colours. The Sabbathvancement to perfection.-Had it not School of this district, the Sunday. been for the ridiculous mixed up with School of that, the School of the them, the lamentable folly would have Meeting, the Tabernacle, the Church. VOL. XLIV. NO, CCLXXVIII,

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The children, all schooled to look like good as to possess a virtue. But what cherubs, the masters, ushers, assist- should we say, if we did but see the ants, patrons, and patronesses, all like machinery that set all this goodness saints-men at the head trying with going? The rehearsal of look, and all their might to walk decently slow, walk, and speech-the littlenesses, whom business had habituated only the contrivances, the practising the to the trot—the black, clerical-affect. putting-on that which was to be looked ed dress and demeanour of men who at, and the general putting-off of all had never taken orders but in their simplicity of heart and manners trades- the constrained and demure did we see all this, we might well looks--the assumption of benevo; long for a lash and liberty to use it, to lept and love-smiles — the general flog the getters-up of it into their acting ; the more apt of the young, holes again: Oh, that we could at little well-taught hypocrites, aping the least rescue the young from all this sanctimonious airs of the elders. “ See Pretence and Pretension." how good we are,” was legible in “ Their after sole concern every forehead. It was one holiday To live a lie, and all our lore unlearn." of gentleness and sweetness. " Dayb yourself with honey," says the proverb, Even charity gets nothing now-a· and you will never want flies.” The days without her setting up in a Vanity maxim was known-acted upon, and Fair, and being made to put on the the flies caught-and many a one that look of wo and penury, meekness and day, to use another homely proverb, suffering ; and simpering, or sympa. that “ stole the goose, gave away the thetic flower-girls, unblushingly dress giblets in alms." So crowded were up her nakedness with tawdry trinkets, the streets you could not move a fin- ticketed by cheats, to be stript off ger without touching a saint. It was again by dupes. O let not daughter a general proclamation of virtue, of mine so drop her modesty at the " See how good we are." There was door of a Bazaar, as, under pretence of not a rogue or knave to be seen, ex- any charity whatever, to personate the cepting by shrewd observers. There shop-girl, to cheat the legitimate was universal Pretension, was there traders in trifles, and to win the purses Pretence ? Al walked in sunshine, of fops; they pay not for the articles, and were pure.- What said the night; but for the stare, and familiarity. It did its best to cast a charitable veil " But the purpose,"quoth the Lady Paover this world of wickedness, but troness! “Would you do evil that good • Murder will out." We walked the may come, my Lady Display, then same streets, as well as the general sell your modesty, and yourselves out. turbulence would allow, the very next right-as too often, by your trick'd morning. The police were busy in up sales, and flimsy home-manufacevery direction taking up the delin. tures, you drive to starving despera. quents of the past night and the pre- tion the virtuous destitute, whom the sent day. Away they went to the regular traders in fancy.works were magistrate and to the prison in every wont to employ; and now by your street. How legible, then, was the charity their virtuous maintenance is proclamation,“ See how bad we are," gone." Oh, Pretence and Pretension

-“ and pray, Mr Simperer, which ye are everywhere.- But to our sawas the worst day, Whit-Monday or tirist; and here we find a passage, conWhit-Tuesday ?" That day many firming and strengthening our poor were taught lessons of hypocrisy- prose. and that to make a display is quite as

“ Vexed by hypocrisies, or chafed by pride,
• What walls shall guard us, or what shades shall hide?'
Where'er we turn, for ever-ever nigh,
Publicity pursues us as we fly;
At every hour, in each remotest place,
Prescribes the phrase, or modifies the face ;
Of pettiest hamlet, pettiest deed notes down,
And makes the country fastuous as the town.
So now, when rural squires would meet to dine,
The county press must vaunt the vast design;

E'en as when Muckworm his town-feast would blaze,
Himself the paragraph both writes and pays.

“ And not alone, where roaring feast goes round,
Is heard the pride-proclaiming trumpet's sound ;
On Charity, scarce charity if told,
It waits as 'mid the Pharisees of old;
And if gorged wealth, with patronising air,
Buy some small pasteboard at a Şerigus Fair ;
Or keep his oldest friend, broke down and grey,
Just one degree above mere parish pay,
The ready newsman, on our modest plan,
Makes known to Heaven, “ The Charitable man,'
So left hands learn each action of the right,
And not a bushel now conceals the light."

But we must turn back a page or the pen. We take a liberty with the two-and see how the baro-faced impų. last line of the quotation, and append dent vanity of mankind, that should be the epithet – honest" to verse; we whipped through the streets by every think it more after the indignant burst satirist that can bold the lash, excites of Juvenal's line facit indignatio our mild and amiable author to seize versus."

" To show-to bide-to seem what we are not,
Some willing feigners-some constrain'd by lot-
(For who would combat naked needs must fail,
Where others sheathe in visor and in mail,)
Lo! here of half the virtues, which we count,
The mighty secret, and the true amount.
And feign they might from my poor comment free,
Myself to criticise enough for me,
So each, snug-nestled in his borrowed skin,
Would cease to bawl for praise with sturdy din ;
But when, false claims not tim'rous to discuss,
All clamour forth, ' For models look on Us,'
Mere silent scorn no longer I may nurse,
And indignation vents the honest verse.'

Then forth fare the author and the out of the tide and flood of human exgenius of satire in a somewhat splene. istence, look each other in the face, as tic humour ; being somewhat weary, much as to say, " that's too bad," and they take an omnibus as it passes forth issues golden verse, that none of away to the bank plunge into the the busy multitude heed, and for which murky noon-lit atmosphere of Lom- there is little chance of getting small bard Street; and as poetry is pretty change. The merchant's pride is a sure not to find any credit there, away happy subject ; his parks, his mansion, they come, fuming from the “ odours his pictures, his wines, and his allof gain," and find it is bad living upon abominable taste are contrasted with the steam of Plutus's kitchen. The the simplicity of Alderman Whittingbanker's chariot passes them, within ton and his Cat. Such we suppose to an inch of grinding their toes, splashes be the intention of the following coupthem with mud ; they turn a corner, let ;-

“ Are these, grave Whittington, respected Shade!
Are these thine ancient simple sons of trade ?”

Whittington's shade, of course, has no voice in the matter, and answers not; but the author's friend B. speaks for the Cat, who, in her immortality of prudence and renown, has ng objection occasionally to dip her whiskers in a bowl of cream.

B.-" I grant 'tis luxury; yet the race who moil,
May rightly claim remission from their toil ;
And if excess unduly there be found,
"Tis þut degree , and who shallfix the bound."

Very well put, and many the man that has been posed in his philippics, when he has been indiscreet enough to ask a question, by as simple a reply. But our author is a master of his weapon-the scholar armed. So he conjures up satire again to graduate offences.

A. " And so shall Satire graduate each offence,
Nor treat Pretension as she treats Pretence ;
Shall merely smile to mark the smaller spot,
But justly frowns indignant on the blot.
She smiles when Balaam quits his old resort,
And City-friends, to leave his card at Court;
And smiles to see the new-bought blazonry
Far flaming from his chariot flashing by.
She frowns on knavish show, that yet awhile
Tricks out some tottering credit, to beguile,
Then bursts, at once, in ruin, wide and deep,
Whence orphans pine and widowed mothers weep.
She frowns on seals to broken contracts set,
And the long file that glooms the last Gazette,
Which honest Gripus reads with clenching fist,
Then sends his own pure name to swell the list.
She frowns on hollow scheme, on puffed-up share,
And that late gulf, fraud-scooped, in Gresham's Square
(The ravening Southsea flowed not more profound,
A gulf, not greedier, cleft Rome's forum ground),
Round which in gamester strife, all England stood,
City and Court-and all for England's good!
Nor closed we saw it, till those jaws between
Pride, Conscience, Honour, all were tumbled in :
All! for the chance some lucky hit affords
To strut a Crąsus, and to herd with lords."

These are stinging lines-bưt for stare, affecting at the same time a smile such a field, where facts are so redun. or rather grin of unbelief. “ They dant, do we not regret that they are tell me, Lawyer M., that I'm in a bad too general ; why not, in individual way, and had better settle my worldly cases, drag forth the man by the throat, affairs—they mean, make my will, you and bid the villain stand for his pic- know-don't believe but that I shall ture? The satirist, if his own pure get about again, and it's very awkward feet tread not in the miry by-ways of to be ill just now that I've much to traffic, where the air is so thick that do, a world of business on my hands Diogenes's lanthorn would not keep at this very time. But shan't die the its light, and if it did would be of no sooner for making my will, so I've use-make no discovery_let the sa- sent for you." Well, instructions are tirist, we say, go ask the first solici. given-Lawyer M. retires-makes the tor he meets for a case to vent his will—is reintroduced to the sick man, spleen on. Oh! what an exposition ---Witnesses procured-and the will is of wickedness would there be if a truthregularly attested. Lovegold and his telling attorney would have the bold. lawyer are left alone. The solicitor ness and strength to give the world is desired to recapitulate, and goes his diary. We will imagine an ex- through, clause by clause, the several tract, yet is it no imagination-a sketch bequests, and enumerates the large from nature-we took it from the port amount of property. The sick man folio of a friend in the law, an eyewit looks at the lawyer significantly, ness. Scene. The sick-room of old as taking a pride in the amount of · Lovegold.—He is pillowed up in bed, wealth he had amassed. “ You have very weak, with a look of anxiety and acquired," said Mr M.," a very large apprehension. Enter lawyer M., who property, sir.” The sick man made is beckoned to a chair by the bedside, an effort and raised himself up in bed, close to which he finds a table, and pen and spoke with increasing energy as ink and paper. The nurse quits the follows, “ Yes, yes-thank God I've room. When thus old Lovegold, in done pretty well, pretty well-hey! broken sentences, and with a ghastly yes; and how do you think I've made it all? I tell ye what it is--I studied good feeling? Even there the “ auri men-I looked in their countenances sacra fames” spreads infection. How as I walked the streets, and I knew much of the heart is taken up by ob'em ; I knew their circumstances and jects of gain, and how little room in it looked out for bargains. I watched is left for objects of love! A wealthy 'em, and when I knew they were dis. farmer, the other day, whose daughter tressid I threw myself in their way, was recovering from a long illness, and learnt where their speculations was asked, when a little warm in his lay; what bills they had given, and cups (in vino veritas), if she was betwhen they would become due. Oh ter; he thus replied, “ She's well how I chuckled a day or two before enough for what I do see ; she eats that, when I saw their down looks—I and drinks, and does nothing at all ; knew how 'twas, how they wanted but then I never look at my daughter. money, and to save their credit, and If you had asked me how my bullocks just at the right moment (with won were, that's another thing, I'm always derful energy and clench'd fist down looking at them, they bring a sight of upon the bed), and then,-d- n money in, and are worth looking after 'em-I came down upon 'em, and got -but daughters, hang 'em, take the their goods for nothing." At these money out." Such is worldly wisdom, words he fell back and expired. town wisdom, country wisdom. Fly Lawyer M., who told me the story, said to the country, ye town-sick, and you he hastily put up his papers, rushed will fly back again, and acknowledge out of the house, and determined to there is justice in this, “ How shall give up business—but, like the usurer the man have understanding whose Alpheus, “ Jam, jam futurus rusti. talk is of bullocks." cus" lost his resolution ere he reached Leave we this for another vice. his office. And if he had become Our satirist lashes the mean, affecting rustic, is there a charm in country air the great, Servilios of our day, and to purify all minds and hearts; and is it the incidents are happily given-we certain that the good lawyer there, if long to kick the paltry puppy to whom free from sordid avarice himself, would he introduces us. Thus Servilio, sec no examples of perfect deadness to

“ On a low pony asked, as suits, to ride,
Him late I saw, with pity for his pride,
Straining, in vain, behind the spanking blood,
And happy to receive his Lordship’s mud.

" For days his Grace's well-watched pathway trode,
A bow perchance he wrests, or wins a nod;
Then, home returned, his own full pride he wakes,
Bows like the Duke ; aud gives the nod he takes.

You meet Servilio with his only boy,
A very dream of love! a living joy!
• Why, 'tis a cherub every heart to stir!
Your own sweet child ?' Sir Simon's godchild, sir.'

“ Ignobly proud to tell the honour done,
And happier in the sponsor than the son!
Such are the tribe in Grandeur's skirts who nest,
And soil, with reptile crawl, his ermined vest.”

Here he takes occasion to show how lines, describing the lying in state of friendless are the great. Flattery ruins our second Charles, are exceedingly friendship—the palace gate of kings vigorous, and have much of the bold should bear inscription, “ No friend. imagery and stern disgust of the Roship enters here." The following man satirist.

“ His easy days Charles Stuart_not the First-
Best of companions, if of kings the worst,
Whiled gaily, with a witty, merry crew,
Friends ! nay, not courtiers loving all and true!

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