Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you wo.
O if, I say, you
look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love with my poor life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone."

10

BY THE WAY.

to know

That which before us lies in daily life,

Is the prime wisdom.

MILTON

IX.

BY-THE-WAY.

DE QUINCEY tells us that his first childish impres sion of the magnitude of London, was derived from the sight of the immense droves of cattle in the suburban roads, all tending to one point, and destined to supply the metropolitan markets; and Dr. Johnson perambulated the streets forty years before he encountered an old Derbyshire friend, whose diurnal walks embraced the same circle; but the stranger now gains the most vivid idea of this vastness, after a day passed amid the luxurious dwellings of the West-End, by a nocturnal pilgrimage through the most crowded throughfares of the city; on Saturday evening they swarm with shopkeepers, clerks, porters, dandies, errand-boys, women, and mechanics, and as one adroitly threads the long procession, the strong artificial light falls on wan or burly faces, and helps to increase the panoramic effect; the blue and orange reflection of the chem