mitigation of the most painful severities incident to his sentence. In this expectation he was miserably disappointed; for though, in pursuance of their promise, the Directors of one of the Offices made a communication to the Secretary of State for the Home Department, the result, instead of a mitigation, was an order to place him in irons, and to send him to his place of punishment in a vessel about to convey three hundred convicts. Thus terminated the European career of the "kind and lighthearted Janus!"

The time has not arrived for exhibiting all the traits of this remarkable person; probably before it shall arrive, the means of disclosing them will be lost, or the subject forgotten; but enough may be found disclosed in the public proceedings from which we have taken thus far our narrative, to supply an instructive contrast between his outer and inner life, and yet more instructive indications of the qualities which formed the links of connection between them. The defect in his moral nature consisted perhaps chiefly in morbid selfesteem, so excessive as to overwhelm all countervailing feelings, and to render all the interests

of others, all duties, all sympathies, all regards, subservient to the lightest efforts, or wishes, or enjoyments of the wretched idol. His tastes appreciated only the most superficial beauty; his vanities were the poorest and most empty; yet he fancied himself akin to greatness; and in one of his communications from Newgate, in his last hours of hope, he claimed for himself "a soul whose nutriment is love, and its offspring art, music, divine song, and still holier philosophy." When writing from the hold of the convict-ship, to complain of his being placed in irons, he said-" They think me a desperado. Me! the companion of poets, philosophers, artists, and musicians, a desperado! You will smile at this,-no-I think you will feel for the man, educated and reared as a gentleman, now the mate of vulgar ruffians and country bumpkins." This shallow notion of being always "a gentleman," one abstracted ever from conventional vulgarities-seems to have given him support in the extremity of wretchedness and infamy: the miserable reed he leaned on; not the ruling passion -but the ruling folly. "They pay me respect here, I assure you," said he to an acquaintance who visited him in Newgate; "they think I am

here for 10,000l. ;" and on some of the convicts coming into the yard with brooms to perform their compulsory labour of sweeping it, he raised himself up, pulled down his soiled wristbands, and exclaimed, with a faint hilarity :-" You see those people; they are convicts like me;—but no one dares offer me the broom!" Circumstances were indeed changed, but the man was the same as when he elaborated artistic articles for the "London.” *

* It may not be uninteresting, nor wholly uninstructive, to place in contrast with this person's deplorable condition, a specimen of his composition when "topping the part" of a literary coxcomb. The following is a portion of an article under the head of "Sentimentalities on the Fine Arts; by Janus Weathercock, Esq. To be continued, when he is in the humour;" published in the London Magazine for March, 1820.

"I (Janus) had made a tolerable dinner the other day at George's, and with my mind full of my last article, was holding up a petit verre d'eau de vie de Dantzic to the waxen candle; watching with scient eye the number of aureate particles —some swimming, some sinking quiveringly, through the oily and luscious liquor, as if informed with life, and gleaming like golden fish in the Whang-ho, or Yellow River (which, by the way, is only yellow from its mud): so was I employed, when suddenly I heard the day of the month (the 15th), ejaculated in the next box. This at once brought me back from my delicious reverie to a sense of duty. Contributions must be forwarded by the 18th, at the very latest,' were the Editor's last words to Janus, and he is incapable of forgetting them. I felt my vigorous personal identity instantly annihilated, and resolved, by some mystic process, into a part of that unimaginable plurality in

To the last he seemed to be undisturbed by remorse; shocked only at the indignities of the penal condition of one imbued with tastes so

unity, wherewithal Editors, Reviewers, and, at present, pretty commonly, Authors, clothe themselves, when, seated on the topmast tip of their top-gallant masts, they pour forth their oracular dicta on the groaning ocean of London spread out huge at their feet. Forthwith,We (Janus) sneaked home alone-poked in the top of our hollow fire, which spouted out a myriad of flames, roaring pleasantly, as chasing one another, they rapidly escaped up the chimney-exchanged our smart, tight-waisted, stiffcollared coat, for an easy chintz gown, with pink ribbons-lighted our new, elegantly-gilt French lamp, having a ground-glass globe, painted with gay flowers and gaudy butterflies, hauled forth Portfolio No. 9, and established ourselves cosily on a Grecian couch! Then we (Janus) stroked our favourite tortoise-shell cat into a full and sonorous purr; and after that our nurse, or maidservant, a good-natured, Venetian-shaped girl, (having first placed on the table a genuine flask of as rich Montepulciano as ever voyaged from fair Italia), had gently, but firmly, closed the door, carefully rendered air-tight by a gilt-leather binding, (it is quite right to be particular) we indulged ourselves in a complacent consideration of the rather elegant figure we made, as seen in a large glass placed opposite our chimney-mirror, without however, moving any limb, except the left arm, which instinctively filled out a full cut-glass of the liquor before us, while the right rested inactively on the head of puss!

"It was a sight that turned all our gall into blood! Fancy, comfortable reader! Imprimis, a very good-sized room. Item: A gay Brussels carpet covered with garlands of flowers. Item: A fine original cast of the Venus de Medicis. Item: Some choice volumes, in still more choice old French moroquin, with watertabby silk linings. Item: Some more vols. coated by the skill of

refined, that all causes ought to give way to their indulgence. This vanity, nurtured by selfishness, and unchecked by religion, became a disease, perhaps amounting to monomania, and yielding one lesson to repay the world for his existence ;-that there is no state of the soul so

Roger Payne, and our Charles Lewis.' Item: A piano, by

Tomkinson. Item: A Damascus sabre. Item: One cat.

Item :

A large Newfoundland dog, friendly to the cat. Item: A few hothouse plants on a white marble slab. Item: A delicious, melting love-painting, by Fuseli; and last, not least, in our dear love, we, myself (Janus!) Each, and the whole, seen by the Correggiokind of light, breathed, as it were, through the painted glass of the lamp !!!

"Soothed into that amiable sort of self-satisfaction so necessary to the bodying out those deliciously voluptuous ideas, perfumed with languor, which occasionally swim and undulate like gauzy clouds, over the brain of the most cold-blooded men, we put forth our hand to the folio, which leant against a chair by the sofa's side, and at hap-hazard extracted thence

"Lancret's charming 'Repas Italien.' T. P. le Bas, Sculp.

"A summer party in the greenwood shade,

With lutes prepared, and cloth on herbage laid;
And ladies' laughter coming through the air.'

"L. Hunt's' Rimini.'

"This completed the charm. We immersed a well-seasoned, prime pen into our silver inkstand three times, shaking off the loose ink again lingeringly, while, holding the print fast in our left hand, we perused it with half-shut eyes, dallying awhile with our delight."