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thee! Thy dominion is so extensive, to be much used. They administer to thy power so great, thine offices so va. so many of the vulgar and real wants of ried, that I can find no beginning to my men, that if they were extensively used lucubrations, and I might write to eter- as money, some inconveniences might nity before I should be able to put on follow. Hence gold and silver have gerecord all that thou art. But I possess nerally obtained as a circulating medium; thee not. Ah, 'tis this that pinches my for these metals cannot be made either thoughts. If I were as I once was, I into kettles, frying-pans, or steam boat might, and could, write a chapter which boilers, owing to what philosophers call all would admire. There should be their natural unfitness of organic strucsluices of wit in it, and oceans of hu. ture for such uses. In this may be seen
But now, a poor, seedy scrag a beautiful illustration of man's reflective like myself—in truth, I cannot be witty faculties. He has made that which is or funny for sorrow. I would laugh at of little or no real use, the power by my poverty, and make others laugh, but which he obtains things truly valuable, the memory of gone riches rises up be, as butcher's meat, potatoes, &c. fore me, and I am obliged to be dull. SECOND.-Of paperic money.
In Money! Devil. Fiend! Aid me, ye treating of this part of the subject, some guardian spirits of adjectives-inspire care-will be necessary in order to avoid me with epithets immense! 'Tis useless ! confusion of terms. Paperic money is My theme is greater than my powers! manufactured from a fine species of pulp, Your poor man should no more write produced by the pounding of old rags. on money, than your little one should This pulp is afterward spread out as thin grapple with a giant. Well, I will go as possible, in order to follow the prinbackwards, and paint the delights which ciple laid down above, as the sublime once were mine.
discovery of man's reason, that things of In verity, I did once enjoy the luxu- no real value shall be able to procure all ries of life. I have reclined on ottomans, that is valuable, as friendship, wine, and, and viewed my rosy face in luxurious as before mentioned, butcher's meat, mirrors. I have been bowed to by &c. The sheets of pulp are then dried keepers of cafés and hotels, and smiled and sent to the Promise manufactories, upon by mothers who had daughters for (by the vulgar these establishments are sale. I have been the happy owner of called banks,) where they undergo the horses and carriages, and I have had process of “promising ; a description troops of dear and smiling friends. But of which, with all its cabalistic cereall are gone. Horses, carriages, and monies, would occupy too much space. particularly friends, are expensive things. After these ceremonies are performed, I have now no means to support them. the pulp assumes quite a different apBut this will not, do. I feel that if I pearance, and, in fact, its nature is enbegin to enumerate past pleasures, I tirely changed; for, from being the shall grow more lachrymose. Philoso- remains of a cast-off garment, it is now phy, where art thou?' 'Tis thine office money, and consequently valuable. But to administer to poverty-stricken wretches paperic money is not, strictly speaking, like me; to find employment for the paperic money. It is a paperic promise mind when the gastric juices are “out to pay money. True, the real money of work.” Come to me.
We will ana- does not always exist, and of conselyse and generalise, and do every thing quence could not be paid ; for it is an but sympathise, for in philosophy there axiom in political economy, that “a man is no sympathy!
cannot pay without money.” But then Money, then, is of divers kinds; that the promise has a legal value, which is, by the term, money, is meant every makes it very available in commercial species of currency, from a sovereign to transactions. a farthing.
Paperic money, then, philosophically The principal kinds of money are me- speaking, is an exhalation from real or tallic and paperic.
metallic money, to which it bears the First.-Of metallic money. This is same proportion that echo does to prigenerally of gold or silver ; there are, it mitive sound, and shadow to substance. is true, some kinds of money manufac- It is legally the representative of value; tured from the more useful, hen cal but representation is not always true to the baser metals : as iron, brass, &c.; that which should be represented, a fact but these metals are by far too valuable which is not only illustrated by the his
tory of paperic money, but by members Yes, I have wrapped thee round my of parliament generally.
And borne the brunt of many a storm: Verily, philosophising hath its uses. And well bast thou withstood the test, I have written myself into a cool, com- But now art thin, and old in form. fortable state of mind, and can now discourse without excitement. Ye on whom Yet I'll not cast thee off, auld friend, poverty hath laid its finger, listen ! Dimmed as thou art, and beauty When you feel the yoke, when your gone; coats look particularly seedy, and your But every rent in thee will mend, bowels do particularly yearn after meats Though thou shouldst cause the proud or drinks, then, always philosophise. to scorn. As thus, “ Eating is, of all things, the mark of the animal." The more a man With thee my woodland walks I trace, eats, the less will he think; and think. When mantling snows are falling fast: ing, being the operation of the mind, And safe within thy warm embrace, marks the difference between godlike Fear nought from stern old Winter's man, and the beasts that perish. Your blast. great eaters are always gross, heavy, dull personages: while, on the contrary, Old highland plaid — thou bring'st to your spare feeders are ever intellectual
mind and etherial. Bowels yearn no more. The thoughts of days long past and To the circumstance of antiquated or gone; seedy garments, ye may thus remark- Of happy hours, and friendship kind, What a creature of folly is man, and In memory blest, though" erewhile particularly is that folly shown in dress. flown. Here now am I, with a coat that hath been the labour of days, and hath in the Yet thou art here-my well tried friend, manufacture, from the back of the sheep Whom half a score of years hath seen, to the back of the man, employed some And will thy share of comfort lend, scores of human beings, men with im- Though thou art not what thou hast mortal souls in them. Then what a beenvariety of other articles. Here now is a hat (the philosopher must not look at it,) A bonnie plaid-of brightest hue, what labour and toil did it cost to shape That well might win the fair one's that part of my dress? There are my- smile, my-yes, my boots also. They were Of Lincoln green, and Highland blue, the entire occupation of one candidate And purest white inmix'd the while. for immortality for two days. Here are also stockings and vest, and some people As on thy time-worn folds I muse, wear linen. Oh man! man! what a My mind is turned to Scotia's land, fool thou art! How art thou degene. When Wallace brave, and gallant Bruce, rated since the days of the fig leaf I In times of fear maintained command.
Psha! I am independent of the world, and of my subject. Money, thou art And fireside joys too, they come up, dross. I am a philosopher, and despise With Bonnie Doon, and Auld Lang thee!
And Highland lads, in “bra' new plaids," MY OLD PLAID CLOAK.
With other pleasing thoughts com
bine. My old plaid cloak !—myold plaid cloak! Ah! who will call it weak in me, How many storms we've borne together;
And laugh at this, my humble song, And now thou'rt old, and faded too,
Which thus doth praise the worth of
thee, But still can shield me from the wea
Who hast been true to me so long. ther. And here thou art-auld tartan friend! I cannot scorn thee, honest plaid !
Again brought out to face the blast, If thou art old, and faded too; And ward from me rude Boreas' cold, For well thou hast my friendship paid, Faithful in duty to the last.
Which I have found with men but few.
her eyes ; food and water refreshed her THE MINIATURE.
not, while the suffering stranger lay upon A PEN AND INK DRAWING BY A SILENT his couch of pain. Day after day he
groaned beneath the weight of his afflic
tion, while the guardian girl, who had Mrs. ELVERTON was a widow, who devoted herself to his service, symparesided in a small house in a remote thised with all his sorrows, and experi. and unfashionable part of the great city enced sufferings hardly less poignant of London. Her circumstances had than his own. She sorrowed for him, once been affluent; and it was believed, sick and unhappy in a strange country; during the illness of her husband, that, she felt for the poor mother, who, at in the event of bis demise, he would the distance of three thousand miles, leave his widow in possession of a large after watching through long weary nights and independent property. Such, how. for tidings from her beloved one, received ever, was not the case, for Mrs. Elverton the melancholy news of his affliction, found herself bereaved at once of her and shuddered, lest the next arrival husband and fortune, and left with a should confirm her darkest fears. At lovely child to contend against adverse length the stranger partially recovered; circumstances. Still her income, though he thanked his hostess and her daughter limited, was adequate to her wants, and for their kind attentions, and his heart after the first tears of widowhood were overflowed with gratitude which he could dried, she could look around her little hardly find words to express. When he room, or gaze upon her beautiful child, was able to move, he was permitted to and feel that there was some comfort descend from his sick chamber on warm left her even yet. Fanny grew up in days, and resume his seat at the corner loveliness, the light and the joy of her of the fireplace in the little parlour. On mother's heart and her lonely dwelling- these occasions, Panny Elverton would place-lonely, for there is no loneliness seek to cheer the lonely hours of the like that of two solitary beings in the guest, by playing his favourite airs on heart of a great city. Mrs. Elverton the piano, and singing his favourite songs. had long been forsaken by her friends Never were musical talents employed for for the fault of poverty, and for awhile a better purpose. As the fairy fingers she felt the desertion bitterly; but when of the lady touched the ivory keys, the she began to look around her, and find eyes of the feeble man would glisten and that others suffered similar slights; when light up, for the remembered strains of she perceived that the society of one music would recall the blue mountains dear being, who loves with the warmth and feathery forests of his native land, of filial affection, comprises so many the broad river that flowed through his elements of delight, she ceased to sigh father's grounds, and the pallid face of for the splendid enjoyments of which his mother as she sat by the rustic misfortune had bereaved her. It was porch all over-grown with flowering about the time that Fanny had attained honeysuckle. the age of twenty, that Mrs. Elverton At length, when poor Lacey was confound it necessary to receive a boarder gratulating himself that a radical recovery into the family, to eke out her slender was close at hand; when he was preincome. Fortunately for them, the first paring to return to America, a relapse applicant was a young American, a new- came like a thunderbolt upon him. In comer in London, whose respectability the middle of the night he was seized and gentlemanly quiet mappers recom- with bleeding at the lungs, and his mended him at once. He was received gasping sobs alarmed the lady of the with pleasure, and soon became domes- house. It was necessary to send for a ticated in the family. Mrs. Elverton physician instantly. The only one on and her daughter had not long enjoyed whom poor Lacey placed reliance lived the society of Mr. Lacey, before he fell two miles off. Mrs. Elverton's servant dangerously sick, and his recovery was was on a visit in the country, and there pronounced by his physicians extremely was no one in the house whom she could doubtful. At this crisis Fanny displayed despatch upon the errand. all that charitable devotedness, all that In this emergency Fanny resolved to unwearied watchfulness and care, which go herself for the physician. Having distress calls forth from the gentler por- formed this resolution, she waited not a tion of our race. Sleep sat lightly on moment, but tying the blue riband of
her hat beneath her snowy chin, and and stronger he grew each day, and at casting her cloak around her shoulders, length he announced his intention of she sallied forth into the lone long street departing for his native land. of London at midnight ! It was a noble One day, Fanny discovered upon his spirit that prompted the devoted girl to table a small miniature. It represented brave its terrors. Yet, banishing all a young and beautiful lady, and beneath fear, she sped upon her way. Now and it was inscribed on the golden setting, E. then a carriage, freighted with fair, fa- B. to Francis Lacey. The maiden stood tigued beings, returning home from a a moment in speechless surprise-then, rout, thundered along the echoing pave. covering her face with her hands, she ment, and rumbled away in the distance. retired to a lonely room to combat and Once or twice, a wretched female, emerg- overcome her feelings. When she met ing from the obscurity of a dark alley, Lacey again it was with her usual serestood beneath a lamp-post for an instant, nity and cheerfulness, and she even bade seeming in the ghastly gas-light like a him adieu with an unfaltering voice when spectral visitant, with a visage pale he left London for America. Many with sin and sorrow. She had nearly years afterward when Lacey, then the reached the house of the physician when husband of the fair original picture, was she was unexpectedly accosted by a taking the miniature from its case, he stranger, who placed himself before her found therein the following lines written with a swaggering air.
in a fine female hand upon a slip of “For the love of heaven !" said the paper : alarmed girl, “let me pass. My business is life and deathi A friend lies Yes, thine the beauty angels prizedangerously sick-I am going for the The heart must needs confess physician.
The softness of thy queenly eyes, "A likely tale !" responded the man. Thy gentle loveliness. “But if so, pretty maid, suffer me to be your escort?"
And thou art happy-since 'tis thine Darting past him, Fanny flew onward To hear his whispered vows, with the speed of a doe. She caught While love and constancy entwine from time to time the sound of her pur- Their garlands round your brows. suer's footsteps, but she had strength to reach the physician's door, plied the And he shall press the bridal wreath knocker, and was admitted.
Upon thy forehead fair,
Before the altar swear.
DREAMER. were mute, that it was impossible to doubt that he loved. Then the fond and passionate girl, building upon a supposition, pictured the happiness of a It was the evening of a long and life beyond the sea, in the flowery savan- cloudless summer day. The sun had nahs, by the proud mountains, the ma- sunk to his silent rest, and the protractjestic rivers, and the splendid forests, of ed and melancholy twilight which belongs which, in her imagination, America was to that season had succeeded. I was made up. At length, as if Heaven had alone in the country, reclining upon a heard her prayers, Lacey was once more sofa and looking out with half-closed restored to health. Again his smile was eyes, and with feelings too troubled seen at the social board, and his pleasant subside to any definite form, upon the voice heard in conversation; stronger still and darkening view. The intense
A VISION OF TIME.
and tomb-like repose of every thing before me. It was filled with a double around, gradually prevailed over my row of compartments or successive senses, and, by an extremely curious, scenes. The lengthened panorama came but not uncommon, process of the mind, gradually nearer, and the two front scenes I passed from a state of deeply excited were clearly revealed ; I fixed my eyes feeling, to one of deep-rapt slumber. upon one of them. It was a crowded
I had not remained long in this con- church; the shadows of evening were dition, until I perceived a man enter the beginning to fall : a popular preacher was room and glide toward me. His ap- in the pulpit, and crowded aisles attested proach was noiseless, with velvet steps; his triumph. His glowing eye and exhe came upon me like a cloud moving tended arm evinced the fulness of his joy. over the sky. He reached the place Carriages waited at the door, contending where I was lying, and I had an oppor- for the honour of carrying him home. I tunity of examining his appearance. He looked upon the adjoining scene, which was a young and vigorous man ; his fea- showed the change of thirty years; the tures had an air of kingly triumph, min- place, the season were all the same. A gled with a pale and settled sadness. He few ancients were slumbering in the addressed me thus : “You see before you pews, and the aged sexton stood impathe sovereign of all things beneath the tiently by the door. An old man was throne of heaven ; the subduer of the leaning over the cushions of the pulpit, sword, the confuter of the eloquent in a torn crape gówn; looking as weak tongue, the easy master of prince and as is a breaking wave." I looked closely, pontiff, the inevitable minister of destiny; and saw that it was the same person that him who brightens and who dims-the stood in each pulpit. I listened and scene of life, who brings and takes away caught part of the discourses: they were joy; the offspring of eternity, the sire of reading the same sermon; the passages the world. I am TIME.”
which, in the one place, were pronounced “But where,” cried I, “O, potent with the spirit and vigour of animated arbiter of life, whose power I have so elocution, were, in the other, faltered often seen in grief and told in tears, forth, faintly, brokenly. where is the instrument of thy might, tences which there roused every heart, the sceptre of thy empire ? And where and were almost deemed the inspiration are the hoary locks of the decrepit form of the paraclete, here fell unanswered by with which men are wont to paint the a single feeling. The younger one convenerable father of forgotten centuries ? cluded, and the congregation rose with You are but a young man.”. A faint the noise of distant thunder. I thought smile passed over his face as I put this that I saw a tear in the old man's eye second question:
as he closed his book, and prepared to “I am still young,” he replied. “The take homeward his solitary steps. children of eternity fade not quite so fast Time waved a little wand, and the as the sons of humanity. I have lived next view came forward. Two young through countless ages, cradling and en- collegians were sitting in the same room tombing unnumbered worlds; yet my friends, and inhabitants of the same labours are but begun.”
city. Their inmost thoughts were open He raised in his hand a little hour. to one another ; their plans were all in glass, whose upper compartment was still common; neither formed any dream of nearly full; the particles of sand were of life in which the other was not an actor, infinite minuteness, and figures could and each felt sure that life would not be not have told their quantity.
tolerable without the constant “Behold,” said he, “the sceptre of panionship of the other. The adjoining my sway. As I sit before the throne of scene displayed a drawing-room contain: the Almighty, and watch each year. ing several persons ; these two young dropping sand steal silently through, so men met, looking some ten years older, fall and change and pass away the struc- and were presented to one another. tures, the hopes, the life of man. Throw Next I saw a crowded ball-room, One this robe around thee; it is Fancy's young lady was distinguished above the mantle. Thou shalt behold the very rest by her gaiety and vivacity. It was least of the changes that I work.” the first night of her first season, and she
I robed myself the dress which he was “the belle of the evening." Intoxi. gave me, and instantly perceived a long, cated by universal admiration, she fan. vaulted room, stretching out dimly cied that she wielded the sceptre of a