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Literature was far more bountiful to him than this; how to run in harness. He could not sit in an editor's room, like
literature, and live long after such books as his Marston
Christmas books, such as Ulf the Minstrel, and the popular
sible to look upon literature as an unreliable“ crutch.” Here
no plant or capital, beyond a few shillings' worth of pens, ink
action, a tolerable income, and the excitement of being a
or some such humourous trifle, for the printsellers. It
rivals and contemporaries. Gilbert draws better, and is more
In two things Mr. Leech has been especially favoured by young guardsman, strolling about the parks. In mentioning Providence. First, he arrived in this world at a time when, the preparedness of the world for the avatar of Mr. Leech, from some reaction of seriousness and of continued war, the .I should have mentioned among his other good fortunes the whole world had fallen a laughing. There was a demand, such projection of that merry sultan of all comic papers, Punch; as never before had existed, for a humourist; for Cruikshank a paper which, with occasional veins of dulness, profound as bad ruled the roast so long that people were getting tired of Tupper's and bottomless as Ainsworth's, has yet yielded some him, as the Athenians were even of Aristides. No comet over perfect Koh-i-noors of wit,-a paper which Hood and Tenny. Brompton or the City indicated Leech's birth : but the world son have adorned, and which Douglas Jerrold used for years was as ready for him as it was for Napoleon or Mohammed, as a platform from which he let off firework displays of or any other of God's awarded reapers. The coming comic sparkling, scorching, singeing, and fulminating epigrams. It man assuredly came when Leech came, and cried, and awoke, is in this ocean of fun that Leech has for years wallowed,-a and found himself in that vast smoky London he was destined Behemoth of drollery. With him, as with your indiarubberto amuse so wisely, and so long. A rich harvest of fun had been backed vaulter, every somersault has but given him at long browning for this little reaper, and his hand grew soon once appetite and spring for another. A humourist with strong enough for the reaping-hook. He arrived into a rich more stamina, with more endurance, with more “bottom," peaceful world, that had time to hear and look on jokes, and as fighters call the attribute, I never knew. It is, perhaps, gold enough to pay willingly for them. He had not to starve a feature of this fast and not sure age that no previous cen. and beg about, langh at what he loved and extol what he tury has ever produced more prolific men. Other ages hated,-as poor Gillray had to starve and do. There was no have had more profound verbal scholars,-more subtle logi. perpetual new outrage of George IV. to lash or sneer at; it cians,-more close woven solid writers, - poets of larger was a more respectable, free, happy age,-more nervous and mind, and painters of more gigantic grasp,-but they never timid, but less gross and brutal. A fair and level lawn lay had more versatile and swift and encyclopedic men than our before Mr. Leech for his life's race, and off he went at a own. Agile, quick-footed, -quick get industrious,-compelled merry canter,--evidently a well-bred, high-mettled colt, that for fame and money, and by the cravings of a weekly illustrated would be “a plater," if time was given him. We English had paper, to work, Mr. Leech has innundated England with mer. done with the gin-drinking, pawnbroking, cellar-hiding art. riment, has taught a whole generation how to laugh, and has life; thanks to the Reform Bill and popular patronage, executed drawings enough to fill the “Great Eastern " from “patron ” was now a forgotten term of degradation; and those stem to stern; drawings that if sold now (probably they who had talent and industry, either in art or literature, could were all on wood, and so have perished), would be worth a mix in the first ranks of England's gentlemen. Leech arrived duke's income to the fortunate owner. in an age when the desire for reading had become an epide. From one great fault of the age Mr. Leech, as far as I mic, when knowledge was spreading like a deluge, and the know, has steered perfectly clear. With all provocations to multiplication of illustrated books, rising daily in the Row, it he has never been personal. Men now sell slander by the thick as gnats on summer evenings, and most of them about pound, retail by penny page club lies, go down to authors' as long-lived, was without end. The age wanted Mr. Leech, houses and then tattle about all they saw, publish friends' and lo! Mr. Leech came in a comic avatar.
letters after death, and write down foul scandal with poisoned Now, if Mr. Leech was merely a comic man, he would pens on poisoned paper, getting so much for every poisoning. scarcely be more worth describing or dissecting than that I do not believe that any face in Leech's drawings is taken blue winged butterfly, that haunts chalky lanes in summer : from life without alteration ; no, not even that Jeames of the scarcely more worth untangling than the logical inaccuracies fattest calves objecting to the governess reading prayers ; no, of yesterday's leader, or last week's pantomime. But our not even that youngster from Eton, who wakes the governor artist, though often, I regret to say, flimsy and dishevelled to tell him to pass the wine. Leech is never spiteful,-never to the last degree in bis drawing, and totally regardless of all malignant; he never indulges private malice, is never perlaws of art, is not the mere joker who may be the “poor sonal. Even Mr. Dickens, kind and hearty as he is, has been Yorick" talked of at a dinner-table in an antiquarian disinter- often, often accused,--always I believe unjustly, -of per. ring way by fogies some sixty years hence. No, he has many sonality; but Mr. Leech,-NEVER. faults: he is a little too dandyish in tone, and deals too much In these days, when we know that literary men are not safe with trivialities ; but he is never unkindly, never gross. from literary spies, it reflects great honour that Mr. Leech Some think of late he has gone rather too far sometimes for has resisted all these temptations, has betrayed no social prudery,--displays ankles and legs rather more than he need; confidence, and allowed no personal spite to sour his fun and that he deals rather too much with the follies of“ swelldom," humour. If Mr. Leech is not very wonderful or massive, or which are scarcely general enough in interest : in a word, learned in his light and shade and his composition, he has at that he has moved up from the parlour and kitchen into the least learned, -as this forbearance shows,-not only that drawing-room, and holds perpetual evening party there ; true art, whether serious or comic, is selection, not mere but no one accuses him of being gross, like Rowlandson, or imitation, but also the lesson so difficult to some small cruel and horrible, as Gillray. He is not strong and pas. scribblers, that of not wounding feelings and not breaking sionate enough to be very violent; he is too much a gentle-glass windows to get impudent peeps at public men's privacy. man to be indecent. A man who is fond of children, who Mr. Leech, like all true artists of pen and pencil, sketches not argues by his pencil so warmly in favour of domestic happi. individuals but classes; it is only the poor green hand who ness, a man who detests snobbery and vulgarity, can never do cannot invent or re-arrange, that painfully copies an insuffiharm to the age he lives in.
cient model, and neither adds nor takes away. As we all go from extreme to extreme, life is a snccession The true secret of being liked by any set of men is to liko of jerks to the positive or the negative pole. A change in that set of men. The man who likes the world, the world style has come over Mr. Leech the last few years; he used ! always likes ; just as the man who likes you looks at you, to be rather too full-fleshed and vulgar in his figures; they and the man who does not like you looks away; so if you were redundantly funny, but the fun had a little of the comic smile at the world's looking-glass, the glass smiles at you. song exuberance of Aavour about it. There was then more Mr. Leech likes the world,- is happy and successful in it, black and white, more of the rollicking bachelor, than now and the world likes the good-natured, happy, and successful that he is restrained and patent-booted. He liked street boys, | man,-the man who courts it from sheer good spirits, and not
art of our age if it should so happen (mind, I do not say it will) I know nothing of Mr. Leech beyond his art; I never saw that our future antiquarians of 1960 shall have to overhaul,him ; but I am ås sure he is arch, kind, and manly, as I am that not our frescoes, and our high art, and our academic works, the man who writes a round flowing hand is good-natured, or for the manners and customs, and the follies, fancies, faces, that the man who drawls is "& swell,”—which means rich etc., of the present century, but the pleasant and vitalized and idle. He is no sickly, pale thinker of the old bookworm- pages of Mr. Leech's folios : but in these they will certainly type, but a hearty fellow, who is fond of the country, is a find our swells and snobs, our anglers and Eton boys, our good shot, and a crack rider after the hounds. He likes grooms and urchins, and our cockneys, -as they were, tot London, evidently because it is the great mart of faces, and of as they might have been on the stage, or in Dreamland, those street humours which Dickens has developed so wonder- all embalmed like flies in precious ointments. fully, and he lives by drawing men, not the trunks of trees. How delighted will be the Professor Mole-eye of a hundred Besides, Punch is bought chiefly by Londoners, and they years hence when the New Zealander, tired of London. want to hear of the drolleries and social absurdities of bridge, comes down to the earth mounds that mark the site London.
of the British Museum, and asks the professor for informa. That Mr. Leech knows the country well, and, in a simpletion about the dress and manners of 1860. The professor, unaffected way, loves it, is evident from ten minutos' study of with gloating eye, will unroll some folios of one John Leech, his folio from Punch. There are little touches of sea-side and will show the intelligent but sedentary savage the advenplaces, of brook sides, of coverts,-all thoroughly English, tures of Mr. Briggs, the type of the John Gilpin of our day, breezy, fresh, unaffectedly true, and unstrained into idealism. the humours of an age long since extinct. The New Zealander The backgrounds we refer to are slight, but they are nume will learn that, in 1852, we were running into folly on the rous, and show a power that Hogarth himself, -à regular subject of chatelaines, the Exhibition, agricultural chemistry, Londoner,--never showed a glimpse of. Just as a great man horse-racing, steeple-chasing, etc. He will have the comic must have deep sense of both ends of the pole of life,-the side of the age broadly and fully set before him, and will not tragic and the comic,-so I think the real humourist should have to glean its follies and fashions from rare prints, as we possess a loving nature.
men of 1860 do now the ephemerides of 1760. O lucky antiOf Mr. Leech's thoroughly English and manly love of our quarian of 1960! The beard movement, the rage for mesmer. great national sport,-fox hunting,-we need scarcely adduce ism, the aquarium madness, the Rarey fancy, the round-hat any proof. Has not Mr. Leech, who has created so many mania, are all embalmed for that lucky and as yet undefined indelible comic individualities, epitomized all the drolleries individual. and blunders of the hunting-field in the person of our dear We really ought to be very grateful to Mr. Leech for thus old friend Mr. Briggs?-a much more real person, by-the- recording our little follies, and our small humourous wcak. bye, and doomed for a much longer life, we think, than the nesses, for watching us with such keen, bright, good-humoured Rodomondo of Jones's epić, “The Stars and the Ocean," eyes as he does, making us laugh so wholesomely at ourselves, or than the hero of Brown's novel, “The Cornet-à-Piston and inserting us one by one in his museum for many a future Player of Stromboli.” Who, too, is more perfect at the generation to laugh at too; nor do we sympathize with those “ regular rasper," the satin-skinned “bit of blood," the intensely serious, solemn men, with perpetually clenched teeth fretful “whip,” and the snob experimentalizer, than Mr. and brandished fist, who do not like to see folliesand vices merely Leoch? Why, I would rather have a rough hack dashed | laughed at. They, being Heraclites, despise the Democrites ; in by Leech, than I would half-a-dozen of Vernet's melo- they are for putting to the sword the swell who lisps and dramatic Arab stallions and Mameluke steeds of the desert, nicknames God's creatures, and would as soon hear a man -that savour so much of some French Astley's. It is just swear as join in talking playful and expressive slang; using from this honest liking of common pleasures that Mr. themselves poisoned arrows, they despise the tilter with blunt Leech is so popular. He does not plant his easel on weapons. Why foolish Mr. Briggs? they say; the satirist's clouds, but on good west-end earth; he likes watering province is to improve society, to chastize vice, to whip folly places, boating, and pheasant-shooting, and all other happy, out of our streets. But dear me, Hystrikes, the whole world sensible amusements. What a caution for Jones the epic | does not consist of demigods, though there may be still plenty writer, who never dances, never shoots, never smiles, - of Pythons to kill. There are many ways of doing good ;never does anything like any one else, because his cue is some men help forward good by laughing, others by fighting. to act the genius and look the misanthrope. With no very Mr. Leech chooses to do it by laughing. He is always, if you special “moral purpose," as the cant of our day runs, look, on the right side, and has quiet words to say sometimes Mr. Leech is always on the side of right and justice; no even on such serious things as the sufferings of the poor, and one laughs louder at popular follies, or more pertinaciously the degradation of some of our country districts, -on the squibs and crackers them. He helped heartily to laugh education question, and on the selfish cruelty of the game out of court the temporary insanity of that unwomanly laws. He dances round us with his bladder full of peas, and Bloomerism; he is fierce against the unmeaning and useless no one knows where it may fall,—now perhaps upon a duke's exaggeration of crinoline; he has helped forward the Volun. coronet, now on the bullet head of Tom the groom. It may teer movement, for which we all owe him thanks, and he be small good in the cause of universal progress that these has tried to encourage the greater employment of women in blows do, but still their effect, if small, is wonderfully wide London shops. Indeed, there is hardly any kind, generous in its operation. Mr. Leech is no Titan to burst open bastille movement and progression of the last twelve years that Mr. doors, or drag wretches to the axe; but he is a light tirailleur, Leech has not leant a helping hand to. He has tried to who is perpetually firing from behind wall and bush, and his expose the luxury and insolence of our servants; he has vexed fire is very stinging and galling, and always hits his mark. us with the threatening precocity of the young generation; We have heard of the single rifleman who drove back a whole he bas struck a blow at every small dirty fungus of folly regiment at a ford in the Peninsula: we should like to see the or vice that has pimpled up for almost the last twenty years. army of fools who dare attempt to storm Mr. Leech's position. Sometimes the fungus he kicks is very small, but still it is a What wailing there would be next day in Fooldom,-what fungus.
Ignashing of teeth in Bore-avia, And here, apropos of nothing, we may allude to the excel. A few lines from one of Mr. Leech's indexes will admirably lent fun and sense of the legends that Mr. Leeoh or his friends show the versatility of his humour, and also the favourite appond to Mr. Leech's drawings; sometimes they are oven and inexhaustible subjects of his fancy :
The Roadside on the Derby-day.
America, Leech and Punch would still be indelible under the Special Constables.
shadow of St. Paul's. The fate of Spenser's Fairy Queen, Going to Ascot.
and of Livy's history, can never befal Mr. Leech's butterfly Hints for Prison Discipline.
fancies. Scone on the Chain Pier.
How can I characterize the special technical excellence of A Cheap Day's Hunting,
Mr. Leech ? He has not a scrap of poetry about him, yet Fishing off Brighton.
ho gives pleasant hints of cushat haunted nooks in the HighWaiting for a Dip.
lands, and of green and flowery meadows, beside English Master's Favourite 'Oss.
rivers. He is material, yet his fancy is sometimes, as in the Prize Vegetarians.
“Fat Perch fishing for Men," quite Æsopian. His line is Memorials of the Great Exhibition.
heavy, and not always very refined ; yet he draws the most The Mayor Coming In and The Mayor Going Out. piquant and unapproachable girls that fair England can rear. Bloomeriana.
Unlike, too, the mere reproducer of keepsake beauty, he The Greenwich Dinner.
draws graceful young men equally well, and the sweetest Betting Offices.
children father ever loved. His horses are full of character; Table Turning.
he draws the screw as well as the thorough-bred; and though Now, from this we see that Mr. Leech, when not watching he likes best the drawing-room, no one lingers with a more street urchins playing, or swells swelling, delights in sea- pleasant smile over the little urchin moulder of mud pies. bathing places, rough rides, yachting, and such pleasant His dogs are good, and his old sailors and cabmen (they must ways of observing old friends in new lights. As he has never pardon the collocation) unsurpassable, and not caricatured.' depicted university humours, which I can highly recommend And here let us sum up our verdict, by returning to the him as a whetstone for wit,-though they have scarcely proved bondage of facts, and detailing what Leech has done as nearly $0 to Mr. Cuthbert Bede, the comic clergyman,+I presume as possible, seriatim. It will show better than comment the Mr. Leech was not a member of either university, but ended versatility and width of his comic talent in a career not yet, his education at the Charter House. No education, however, we trust, half over. though it might have made him more book-learned, logical, Whether our great humourist is any descendant of the and reasoning, could have made his wit or his eye keener. “ John Leech, schoolmaster, of " who in 1650 pubNo education would have made our delightful artist more lished a small 12mo, entitled, serious or more solemn. God made the flowers for the “A Booke of Grammar Questions for the Help of Young butterflies--the laughable things were given us to laugh at; Scholars. Now the fourth time imprinted, corrected, and but then we must laugh at them as Mr. Leech laughs at amended. Hereunto are annexed, Four Little Colloquies, them,-kindly and wisely. We must not throw somersaults... in Latine, etc. London." over poor men's coffins, or attend club dinners dressed as we know not; and, not being pedigreearians, we are ignorant harlequins.
too whether he is any son of one Dr. J. Leech, who in 1855 It is, perhaps, rather invidious to compare Mr. Leech, a published a work at Glasgow, dedicated" to all genuine Britong man so pre-eminently of the present day, with his predeces who value their civil and religious liberty, upon the iniquity sors. I think Rowlandson, though loss industrious, and less and impolicy of confirming drunkards and lunatics;" but this read, and less refined, was just as funny; but then the fun we know, that it was not till 1857 that Mr. Leech ventured on was the fun of a low country theatre. Gillray was twice as independent publication, though as early as 1817 ho appears in strong; but then he was brutal, savage, licentious, and tho British Museum Catalogue. As a matter of history wo unprincipled. I do not think, however, that Leech is equal to append a corrected list of his works, with short critical or Cruikshank, either in artistic skill, variety, or imagination ; explanatory annotations. but he is just as amusing, though he has less fancy. But 1817. Coloured etchings and woodcuts to Gilbert then good old Cruikshank is getting on in years, and is not A'Beckett's Comic History of England. These were excelquite what he was; and his old butts,-the fat bishops and lently and unctuously funny, but the book was unfortunately a great aldermen,-are gone away into the fossil-land, and we culminating point of the disgraceful irreverence and flippancy have other and newer butts to slap our arrows into : old to which the "comic school" brought itself, from first creating, frightened Tories, par example, progress-stoppers, and such then pandering, to a transitory taste. cattle. But in two respects Mr. Leech is miles behind the 1818. The Rising Generation, from Punch. Twelve on great George,-in delicacy of hand, and in power of pathos. stone. Folio. There are moments when, ceasing to draw tremendous noses, 1848. Illustrations to Albert Smith's Christopher Tad. and fat boys, and frantic old maids, and such pantomime con. pole.-Exactly suited to Smith's humour, which was racy, ventions, Cruikshank can be awfully in earnest,--as in the lively, but not thoughtful. Gin Trap, where the skeleton, in a woman's mask, proffers 1851. Ilustrations to the Month, edited by Albert Smith. the thirsty fool the aqua mortis; as in the Progress of Crime, 1852. H. H. Paul's Dashes of American Humour : Illuswhere the murderer, dragged down by demons, plunges over trations to.- I have not seen this book. a precipice into darkness anutterable; or, as in the Bottle, 1854. Nustrations to Fullom's Great Highway. -- A where the poor maddened girl flies over the ghastly and death. flashy, melodramatic book, haunted bridge into the oblivion of the sable waters. Mr. ' 1854. The first volume of Pictures of Life and Character, Leech has no tragic power, so far as he has yet shown. We from the collection of Mr. Punch. regret that in this respect Mr. Leech should be a one-legged 1856. Illustrations to The Paragreens. man; but how can a man be magic who has had no oppor- 1857. Merry Pictures, by the comic hands of II. K, tunities for anything but the comio ?
Browne (Phiz), Leech, and others. Folio.-Observe, Leech Just as Mr. Leech has been fortunate in starting with is put after Phiz. Punch, and in being born in an age that will be illustrated, 1857. Under the pseudonym of Emeritus: the Militiamen whatever it does, when photography is benefiting art, and at Home and Abroad.-A droll but conventional showing up art is advancing daily,--so was he also pre-eminently lucky of the effete militiaman. How differently Mr. Leech treats in a century when it is almost impossible that a clever man's the riflemen of 1860, of whom he himself is one.- Vide name should perish. Books and prints are no longer, hike “ Artist's Corps," any drill day. sturgeon, luxuries for kings, but are bought by the masses, 1857. Illustrations with J, Doyle to that best of all books who are, after all, the wisest and most generous patrons. of parody,-Theodore Martin's and Aytoun's Bon Gaultier Printing disseminates even rubbish so fast that it becomes (Book of Ballads). These are most admirable, and well now indestructible by the accidents of time. In days before drawn. printing, half the books of Livý perished; now, such a loss 1858. Some of the illustrations to Blaire's Encyclopædia three hours after publication is next to impossible. If French of Rural Sports. fire turned England into an Assyria, Punch and Leech would Second series of Pictures of Life and Character, from be flourishing in America; if the Tartars broke over into | Punch, 1857, :
Third Series, 1860.
a discomfort. The Gilpin family almost sigh for Chepe 1859. Illustrations to Francis's Newton Dogvane.
again. 1859. Illustrations to Soapey Sponge, and other coarse but In this stage of the garden and the gardeners let the present clever sporting books, by the same smart author.
little book come to them. But with a reservation. For per. 1859. The Flyers of the Hunt, by Mills: Illustrations to. haps the author has a tendency“ to protest too much." it is 1859. Illustrations to Paul Prendergast.
not every garden that will pay the rent. Let not every But this list, I am sure, is still imperfect, and misses many suburban dweller survey the little enclosure at the back of his of Mr. Loech's lesser works.
house,-about the size of a large counterpane, -with the fond
fancy that he is going to coin that precious property. The THE GARDEN THAT PAID THE RENT. promise may be kept to the ear and yet broken to the hope.
But, given an acre of garden ground, decently stocked with WHEN a train-band Captain Gilpin of our time transplants
fruit-trees, with well-expended money and well-bestowed himself and family from residence in Chope over the shop
labour, our author shows that, after perhaps some months of to the neat, detached, standing in its own grounds, smartly ,
loss, the garden may be made not merely to pay its expenses, slated and smoothly stuccoed villa at Edmonton, -"the
but, above that, to return a moderate profit, perhaps enongh Laurels," say, from the small evergreens of that pattern play
to pay the house-rent, if that be no considerable amount. ing sentinel at the gates, -we all know that the first notion
But the profits are to be swollen by means not strictly that will possess his kindled mind will be in regard to the
horticultural. Keep rabbits,-a dozen always, the common great things that can be done with the garden. To a man
brown ones, -recommends the author. You will have quanwho, from the back windows of his dwelling, has for years
tities of refuse vegetables, leaves of all kinds. You can buy and years looked on to nothing more cheerful than the grim,
rabbits six weeks old for sixpence each. In ten weeks they grimy blank wall of a neighbouring house, a small paral.
will be ready for table, worth eighteen-pence each. As you lelogram of gritty gravel, rank grass, and dwarfed vege.
kill the old rabbits, buy more young ones. They will not tation, the whole neatly half-bound in brick, possesses un.
have cost a halfpenny to keep; and if your family eat seventy speakable attractions. He will engage a working gardener
in the course of the year, there will be a clear profit to the to put things tidy; he will garden himself. Why not?
credit of the garden of three pounds ten shillings. For Captain Gilpin has now leisure on his hands, and is
The author is quite in love with manure, and relates thereprescribed exercise ; he having developed an amazing ten.
anent this anecdote:--"A clergyman was congratulating & dency to fat of late years. He will dig, and his son Tom
farmer on the state of his crops. The farmer was still sball hoe, and his daughter Polly shall weed ; and, alto.
nervous, for there had been bad years. “My friend,' said the gether, with such a wonderful combination of labour and
clergyman, 'trust in Providence.' 'Providence! yes, yes,' the intelligence, the garden shall be brought to a great state of
farmer replied; 'that's all very well; but gie' mey th' doong perfection. Expense is incurred. New gravel, new mould,
cart.'" new garden tools, and a bright-red watering-pot; and Mr.
| So, great stress is laid upon the dust-heap and the refuse Gilpin wears a garden hat and garden gloves, and with garden
of the house and garden. Of the dust-hole into which scissors snips away dexterously amongst the dead leaves ; |
he peered, our author writes :-"Here are materials that and a summer-house is erected, over which creepers are to festoon themselves and roses twine, and it is expected that it
might be elaborated into pork, which you now leave for the will be a delicious retreat in hot weather, when the house is
scavengers; more,—which you pay them to carry away.”
Therefore a pig is to be kept, who is not necessarily a disunbearable; and the possibility of enjoying the meal of tea in
agreeable animal, except when he is ill kept; who is not the seclusion of that small bower is looked forward to as
really fond of wallowing in mud, according to the popular fraught with the choicest earthly bliss. And at first there is
view of his predilections, but, being doomed to eat and sleep much early rising and hard working in the garden : and there
in a narrow stye, never cleaned out, and suffering from irrita. is enthusiasm, and hope, and expectancy, if nothing much
tion of the skin produced by continual living in dirt, naturally besides.
buries himself in the mire to allay the consequent itching. But a change comes. The hired gardener is a dreadful
Draining is pronounced to be the foundation of all garden. hireling; what good he does for his money no one knows. Ho dawdles about with a birch-broom over his very round
ing. The following is an economical plan :shoulders, he inspects the skics, and mutters prophecies about
“Dig drains three feet deep, and in the place of tiles, which incur
an expense, empty the contents of your dust-bin, and allow your the weather, which are seldom borne out by facts. He thrusts
ashes, etc., to be a foot deep in the bottom of the drain, and fill up roots in the ground for the express purpose, it would seem, the remaining two feet with soil. The layer of cinders will form a of digging them up again. He is constantly sitting in the good drain, answering quite as well as though tiles had been wheelbarrow eating mysterious meals from a blue and white used, and having the advantage of costing nothing. Indeed, this handkerchief, curiously knotted. He is unremitting in his use of cinders is a saving, for the dustman will not remove ashes applications for beer. Mr. Gilpin finds digging a sadly back without being paid for it." aching business, almost as bad as the rheumatism. He For the foundation of gravel walks broken granite is resigns the working out of detail to others; henceforward his recommended: sole duties shall be those of inspection and direction. Mrs. “Nine inches of this, with one inch of fine gravel at the top,
forms & perfect gravel walk. Again, six or eight inches of cinders, det
and three inches of gravel at the top, makes a good substantial thinks the garden a great expense,-a hobby of Mr. Gilpin's, path. The path should of course slope from the centre to the in the enjoyment of which he should now be rather checked than encouraged. The flowers are not of remarkable perfec. Against insect life, as may be supposed, the author makes tion, considering the toil and time spent upon them; and the unflinching war. For worms, the prescription rups that the vegetables are costly of production, and even then some way grass be watered with lime water, which brings the worms behind the London markets in quality. And the whole to the top, when they can be readily destroyed. To be rid of family have become by this time quite accustomed to the
ed to the ants'-nests, they are to be deluged with boiling water. Plants garden, and know all about it. It is no longer the fresh joy
afflicted with ants are to be immersed in water, until the it was once. Then come apathy and neglect, dismissal of the
insects are drowned. Tobacco smoke, or syringeing with hireling, and an end of early rising and gardening; the rust
tobacco-water, will get rid of the green fly; black sulphur is eats holes in the red watering-pot, and stinging-nettles appear
fatal to the red spider. Earwigs are to be trapped with in abundant crops. The summer-house has not answered
bean-stalks, and then blown through the stalks into a pail of expectation; there is a perennial puddle on its floor, whitewash
hot water. Scatter cabbage leaves about at night, and you hangs about one's coat after a visit to it, garden insects of
of will find them loaded with snails and slugs in the morning, to the ugliest shapes have made it an especial haunt, and spider.be de
od spider. be despatched then as you please. And, to finish this Black, webs veil one's face on ingress or egress. It is a mistake and
and Brunswicker list, arsenicated sandwiches are to be placed at
the disposal of rats and mice. • The Garden thgt Paid the Rent, London: Chapman and Kall. 1860. In fine, this is a pleasant little book, to be commended to