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may one day be called upon to protect the country in which they pride themselves, and in which they enjoy such manifold rights : regular days are appointed for drill, platoon exercise, and horsemanship, at which officers who have served in war generally preside. This is the only division of labour—that each member being pre-eminent in some particular art or science, may confer the benefit of his acquirements upon the whole community. We have almost as many professors as members: and such is the diversity of human genius, when free to choose its own direction, that scarce two individuals manifest the same leading talent. The only professorships which we repudiate are those of ethics, philosophy, and divinity, from a persuasion that herein none of us can profitably take our guidance from another, but that we are all equally bound to be perfect in the knowledge of our duties, and to habituate ourselves to receive them from a higher source than nominated instructors. Oratory is not cultivated as a separate art, but is either a habit acquired by freedom and fearlessness of speech, or a spontaneous effusion springing from enthusiasm and the consciousness of virtue. Poetry, however, has its honours amongst us; for we hold it to conjoin art and skill with genius and feelingto be something more than music and painting combined.
It may be thought exaggeration, that so small a sum as fifty pounds should be adequate to insure all these advantages. But it must be considered, that all articles of consumption are laid in at wholesale price, or purchased for ready money. Able workmen, supported by the institution, make up our clothing, without respect to fashion or extravagance. Every thing is of the best quality, and consequently elegant. Our diet is neither sparing nor luxurious, consisting of the best provisions purchasable in the cheap markets of St. Helier's or St. Maloe's. We bake, brew, and churn at home. From the peculiar circumstances of the island, we can procure colonial produce at almost importation price.
Objections have been raised against the institution, as if it were of a monastic and anti-social nature, and prevented the forming of alliances with the better part of creation ; but these have been proved to be unfounded. They are the true respecters and adorers of women, whom regularity of life preserves from contaminating connections. In their attachments to the charming sex, they evince infinitely more devotedness, than those to whom hourly contact exposes all the little foibles and contests of female vanity in the great world. Many of our companions, in their rambles through provincial parts of Great Britain, and Southern Europe, have found amiable and endearing partners, whose affections they have known how to secure; and have carried into domestic life that settled temper, and those providential habits, which guarantee its happiness, and enable them to look forward to the blessing of offspring, without repining at moderate incomes or baffled expectations. Such as have not been able to accomplish their secret aspirations after matrimonial alliances, are no worse off than thousands in society at large, who have no prospect of honourably overcoming the difficulties which poverty interposes; and, on an average, the prospects of success are in favour of those, who, with views more moderate, unite qualities as cultivated, and more adapted to various stations of life. Far from being secluded from the possibility of forming connections, they enjoy more extensive opportunities than they did previous to their entrance into the society; not only do they mingle familiarly with the respectable families of the island, but in London and abroad we keep up friendships, and make visits at a hundred leagues' distance, where a letter of introduction is sufficient to insure us a hospitable welcome ; for the friends of one soon become the acquaintance of all.
THE PLAYER AND HIS POODLE.
FROM THE FRENCH.
B. You never hiss a player, you say?
A. Certainly. I was once travelling in the south of France, and happening to sojourn for a few weeks in a small dull town, went frequently as a pis aller to the theatre, in which a sorry enough troop of actors figured. They were strollers, or, in their own language, couroient les provinces.
I recognised, after a little, the face of one of the comedians on the staircase of the house where I lived, and found that he occupied a little garret above me. He had a very fine, though not fat, poodle, his only and inseparable companion. The man's face on the stairs struck me as singularly different, however, from what it was on the stage, where his parts were generally of the farcical order; and I asked my landlady if he were not ailing.
“O no, Sir," said she; “poor Monsieur B is as well now as I ever knew him, and he has lodged in my house some three or four weeks every summer, for at least ten years. But he is such a sensitive creature; and the young people begin to have less taste for his style of joking. In short, they hissed the old gentleman decidedly a few nights back. I carried up his supper to him as soon as I heard him come in; and knowing what had happened, (for I had been at the theatre myself that evening,) I wished to say something to comfort him: he smiled and, bowed, but waved his hand,--and I left the room. I lingered a moment at the door, however, and heard him say to old Cid, (that's his dog's name, Sir,)- Tiens No. 8.
mon ami, manges, tu le merites ; pour moi, je ne suis pas digne de vivre." *
Now I never hiss, because I hate to think of a man's doing his best to please us, and then not having the heart to eat his supper.
(From "The Golden Violet.” By L. E. L.)
I hear a sound o'er hill and plain,
It doth not pass away.
Their welcome to the day?
Touch'd by the morn, rejoice?
It is the battle's voice.
Their banners floating there,
Upon the reddening air.
Mine own familiar friend;
My distant lip could send.
Then useless by my side !
Onwards the warriors ride.
Upon his foam-white steed;
A fiery courser's speed.
In the young morning's ray;
Danced like the ocean spray.
“ Eat, my friend, you deserve it. For me, I am not worthy
Sudden a bird burst through the air, "
I knew his falcon's flight;
Loud shouts rose at the sight,
Augur'd a glorious day :
Seem'd a farewell to say.
The bird was seen no more ;
Swept onwards as before.
On a thick wooded land,
I lost the poble band.
Amid the foliage shone;
And even these were gone.
Of soldiers clad in mail,
Defiance on the gale.
When foes meet hand to hand,
Of meeting spear and brand.
Pour'd down like winter rain;
Than live that day again. "
To seek me tidings sent; And day was closing as I paced
Alone beside my tent;
A bird sank down to rest,
And soil'd and stain'd its breast.
His courser's snowy hide, But that was dash'd with blood; one bound,
And at my feet it djed. I rushed towards my sword,-alas!! ***
My arm hung in its sling ; But, as to lead my venture,
The falcon spread its wing.