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walks to Enfield, and Potter's bar, and impossible for them to fill up. With such Waltham, when we had a holyday-holydays, reflections we consoled our pride then-and and all other fun, are gone now we are rich I appeal to you, whether as a woman, I —and the little hand-basket in which I used met generally with less attention and accomto deposit our day's fare of savory cold lamb modation than I have done since in more and salad—and how you would pry about at expensive situations in the house? The noon-tide for some decent house, where we getting in indeed, and the crowding up those might go in and produce our store-only inconvenient staircases, was bad enough,paying for the ale that you must call for— but there was still a law of civility to woman and speculate upon the looks of the landlady, recognised to quite as great an extent as and whether she was likely to allow us a we ever found in the other passages-and table-cloth - and wish for such another how a little difficulty overcome heightened honest hostess, as Izaak Walton has described the snug seat and the play, afterwards ! Now many a one on the pleasant banks of the we can only pay our money and walk in. Lea, when he went a fishing—and sometimes You cannot see, you say, in the galleries now. they would prove obliging enough, and some I am sure we saw, and heard too, well enough times they would look grudgingly upon us, then—but sight, and all, I think, is gone but we had cheerful looks still for one another, with our poverty. and would eat our plain food savorily, “ There was pleasure in eating straw scarcely grudging Piscator his Trout Hall ? berries, before they became quite commonNow—when we go out a day's pleasuring, in the first dish of peas, while they were yet which is seldom moreover, we ride part of dear-to have them for a nice supper, a treat. the way—and go into a fine inn, and order What treat can we have now? If we were to the best of dinners, never debating the treat ourselves now—that is, to have dainties expense—which after all, never has half the a little above our means, it would be selfish relish of those chance country snaps, when and wicked. It is the very little more that we were at the mercy of uncertain usage, and we allow ourselves beyond what the actual a precarious welcome.
poor can get at, that makes what I call a “ You are too proud to see a play any- treat—when two people living together, as where now but in the pit. Do you remember we have done, now and then indulge themwhere it was we used to sit, when we saw selves in a cheap luxury, which both like ; the Battle of Hexham, and the Surrender of while each apologises, and is willing to take Calais, and Bannister and Mrs. Bland in the both halves of the blame to his single share. Children in the Wood—when we squeezed I see no harm in people making much of out our shillings a-piece to sit three or four themselves, in that sense of the word. It times in a season in the one-shilling gallery may give them a hint how to make much of -where you felt all the time that you ought others. But now, what I mean by the word not to have brought meand more strongly -we never do make much of ourselves. I felt obligation to you for having brought None but the poor can do it. I do not mean memand the pleasure was the better for a the veriest poor of all, but persons as we little shame—and when the curtain drew up, were, just above poverty. what cared we for our place in the house, or “ I know what you were going to say, that what mattered it where we were sitting, it is mighty pleasant at the end of the year when our thoughts were with Rosalind in to make all meet,—and much ado we used Arden, or with Viola at the Court of Illyria. to have every Thirty-first Night of December You used to say, that the Gallery was the to account for our exceedings—many a long best place of all for enjoying a play socially face did you make over your puzzled accounts, --that the relish of such exhibitions must be and in contriving to make it out how we in proportion to the infrequency of going—had spent so much—or that we had not that the company we met there, not being in spent so much-or that it was impossible general readers of plays, were obliged to we should spend so much next year—and still attend the more, and did attend, to what was we found our slender capital decreasinggoing on, on the stage--because a word lost but then,-betwixt ways, and projects, and would have been a chasm, which it was compromises of one sort or another, and
talk of curtailing this charge, and doing with mentary youth, a sorry supplement indeed, out that for the future—and the hope that but I fear the best that is to be had. We youth brings, and laughing spirits (in which must ride where we formerly walked: live you were never poor till now), we pocketed better and lie softer—and shall be wise to do up our loss, and in conclusion, with lusty so—than we had means to do in those good brimmers’ (as you used to quote it out of old days you speak of. Yet could those days hearty cheerful Mr. Cotton, as you called him), return-could you and I once more walk our we used to welcome in the coming guest.' thirty miles a day-could Bannister and Mrs. Now we have no reckoning at all at the end of Bland again be young, and you and I be the old year-no flattering promises about young to see them-could the good old onethe new year doing better for us."
shilling gallery days return-they are dreams, Bridget is so sparing of her speech on most my cousin, now —but could you and I at this occasions, that when she gets into a rhetori- moment, instead of this quiet argument, by cal vein, I am careful how I interrupt it. our well-carpeted fireside, sitting on this I could not help, however, smiling at the luxurious sofa—be once more struggling up phantom of wealth which her dear imagina- those inconvenient staircases, pushed about, tion had conjured up out of a clear income of and squeezed, and elbowed by the poorest poor
hundred pounds a year. “It is rabble of poor gallery scramblers — could true we were happier when we were poorer, I once more hear those anxious shrieks but we were also younger, my cousin. I am of yours—and the delicious Thank God, afraid we must put up with the excess, for if we are safe, which always followed when we were to shake the superflux into the sea, the topmost stair, conquered, let in the we should not much mend ourselves. That first light of the whole cheerful theatre we had much to struggle with, as we grew down beneath us -I know not the fathom up together, w have reason to be most line that ever touched a descent so deep thankful. It strengthened and knit our com- as I would be willing to bury more wealth pact closer. We could never have been what in than Crosus had, or the great Jew we have been to each other, if we had always R— is supposed to have, to purchase it. had the sufficiency which you now complain of. And now do just look at that merry little The resisting power—those natural dilations Chinese waiter holding an umbrella, big of the youthful spirit, which circumstances enough for a bed-tester, over the head of that cannot straiten— with us are long since pretty insipid half Madona-ish chit of a lady passed away. Competence to age is supple- in that very blue summer-house."
THE CHILD ANGEL; A DREAM.
I CHANCED upon the prettiest, oddest, fan-, heaven-but a kind of fairy-land heaven, tastical thing of a dream the other night, that about which a poor human fancy may have you shall hear of. I had been reading the leave to sport and air itself, I will hope, “Loves of the Angels,” and went to bed with without presumption. my head full of speculations, suggested by Methought—what wild things dreams are ! that extraordinary legend. It had given -I was present—at what would you imabirth to innumerable conjectures ; and, I gine ?—at an angel's gossiping. remember the last waking thought, which I Whence it came, or how it came, or who gave expression to on my pillow, was a sort bid it come, or whether it came purely of its of wonder, “what could come of it.” own head, neither you nor I know-but
I was suddenly transported, how or there lay, sure enough, wrapt in its little whither I could scarcely make out—but to cloudy swaddling-bands—a Child Angel. some celestial region. It was not the real Sun-threads—filmy beams—ran through heavens neither—not the downright Bible the celestial napery of what seemed its
princely cradle. All the winged orders their natures (not grief), put back their hovered round, watching when the new-born bright intelligences, and reduce their ethereal should open its yet closed eyes; which, when minds, schooling them to degrees and slower it did, first one, and then the other—with a processes, so to adapt their lessons to the solicitude and apprehension, yet not such as, gradual illumination (as must needs be) of stained with fear, dim the expanding eyelids the half-earth-born ; and what intuitive no. of mortal infants, but as if to explore its path tices they could not repel (by reason that in those its unhereditary palaces—what an their nature is, toknow all things at once) the inextinguishable titter that time spared not half-heavenly novice, by the better part of its celestial visages! Nor wanted there to my nature, aspired to receive into its underseeming-o, the inexplicable simpleness of standing ; so that Humility and Aspiration dreams -bowls of that cheering nectar, went on even-paced in the instruction of the
glorious Amphibium. —which mortals caudle call below.
But, by reason that Mature Humanity is Nor were wanting faces of female minis- too gross to breathe the air of that super-subtrants,--stricken in years, as it might seem, tile region, its portion was, and is, to be a -so dexterous were those heavenly attend child for ever. ants to counterfeit kindly similitudes of earth,
And because the human part of it might to greet with terrestrial child-rites the young not press into the heart and inwards of the present, which earth had made to heaven. palace of its adoption, those full-natured
Then were celestial harpings heard, not in angels tended it by turns in the purlieus of the full symphony, as those by which the spheres palace, where were shady groves and rivulets, are tutored; but, as loudest instruments on like this green earth from which it came ; so earth speak oftentimes, muffled ; so to accom- Love, with Voluntary Humility, waited upon modate their sound the better to the weak the entertainment of the new-adopted. ears of the imperfect-born. And, with the And myriads of years rolled round (in noise of those subdued soundings, the Angelet dreams Time is nothing), and still it kept, sprang forth, futtering its rudiments of and is to keep, perpetual childhood, and is pinions—but forthwith flagged and was re- the Tutelar Genius of Childhood upon earth, covered into the arms of those full-winged and still goes lame and lovely. angels. And a wonder it was to see how, as By the banks of the river Pison is seen, years went round in heaven-a year in lone sitting by the grave of the terrestrial dreams is as a day—continually its white Adah, whom the angel Nadir loved, a Child; shoulders put forth buds of wings, but want, but not the same which I saw in heaven. ing the perfect angelic nutriment, anon was A mournful hue overcasts its lineaments; shorn of its aspiring, and fell fluttering-still nevertheless, a correspondency is between caught by angel hands, for ever to put forth the child by the grave, and that celestial shoots, and to fall fluttering, because its birth orphan, whom I saw above : and the dimness was not of the unmixed vigour of heaven. of the grief upon the heavenly, is a shadow
And a name was given to the Babe Angel, or emblem of that which stains the beauty and it was to be called Ge-Urania, because its of the terrestrial. And this correspondency production was of earth and heaven. is not to be understood but by dreams.
And it could not taste of death, by reason And in the archives of heaven I had grace of its adoption into immortal palaces: but it to read, how that once the angel Nadir, was to know weakness, and reliance, and the being exiled from his place for mortal passhadow of human imbecility; and it went sion, upspringing on the wings of parental with a lame gait; but in its goings it ex- love (such power had parental love for a ceeded all mortal children in grace and swift- moment to suspend the else-irrevocable law)
Then pity first sprang up in angelic appeared for a brief instant in his station, bosoms; and yearnings (like the human) and, depositing a wondrous Birth, straighttouched them at the sight of the immortal way disappeared, and the palaces knew him
And this charge was the self-same And with pain did then first those In- Babe, who goeth lame and lovely—but Adah tuitive Essences, with pain and strife to sleepeth by the river Pison.
CONFESSIONS OF A DRUNKARD.
DEHORTATIONS from the use of strong I have known one in that state, when he liquors have been the favourite topic of sober has tried to abstain but for one evening,declaimers in all ages, and have been received though the poisonous potion had long ceased with abundance of applause by water-drink- to bring back its first enchantments, though ing critics. But with the patient himself, he was sure it would rather deepen his the man that is to be cured, unfortunately gloom than brighten it—in the violence of their sound has seldom prevailed. Yet the the struggle, and the necessity he has felt of evil is acknowledged, the remedy simple. getting rid of the present sensation at any Abstain. No force can oblige a man to raise rate, I have known him to scream out, to the glass to his head against his will. 'Tis cry aloud, for the anguish and pain of the as easy as not to steal, not to tell lies. strife within him.
Alas! the hand to pilfer, and the tongue Why should I hesitate to declare, that the to bear false witness, have no constitutional man of whom I speak is myself? I have no tendency. These are actions indifferent to puling apology to make to mankind. I see them. At the first instance of the reformed them all in one way or another deviating will, they can be brought off without a from the pure reason. It is to my own namurmur. The itching finger is but a figure ture alone I am accountable for the woe that in speech, and the tongue of the liar can with I have brought upon it. the same natural delight give forth useful I believe that there are constitutions, truths with which it has been accustomed to robust heads and iron insides, whom scarce scatter their pernicious contraries. But any excesses can hurt; whom brandy(I have when a man has commenced sot
seen them drink it like wine), at all events O pause, thou sturdy moralist, thou person whom wine, taken in ever so plentiful a of stout nerves and a strong head, whose measure, can do no worse injury to than just liver is happily untouched, and ere thy gorge to muddle their faculties, perhaps never very riseth at the name which I have written, first pellucid. On them this discourse is wasted. learn what the thing is ; how much of com- They would but laugh at a weak brother, passion, how much of human allowance, thou who, trying his strength with them, and mayest virtuously mingle with thy disappro- coming off foiled from the contest, would bation. Trample not on the ruins of a man. fain persuade them that such agonistic exerExact not, under so terrible a penalty as cises are dangerous. It is to a very different infamy, a resuscitation from a state of death description of persons I speak. It is to the almost as real as that from which Lazarus weak, the nervous ; to those who feel the rose not but by a miracle.
want of some artificial aid to raise their Begin a reformation, and custom will make spirits in society to what is no more than the it easy. But what if the beginning be dread-ordinary pitch of all around them without it. ful, the first steps not like climbing a moun- This is the secret of our drinking. Such tain but going through fire? what if the must fly the convivial board in the first inwhole system must undergo a change violent stance, if they do not mean to sell themselves as that which we conceive of the mutation of for term of life. form in some insects? what if a process Twelve years ago I had completed my sixcomparable to flaying alive be to be gone and-twentieth year. I had lived from the through ? is the weakness that sinks under period of leaving school to that time pretty such struggles to be confounded with the much in solitude. My companions were pertinacity which clings to other vices, which chiefly books, or at most one or two living have induced no constitutional necessity, no ones of my own book-loving and sober stamp. engagement of the whole victim, body and soul? I rose early, went to bed betimes, and the
faculties which God had given me, I have length opened my eyes to the supposed reason to think, did not rust in me unused. qualities of my first friends. No trace of
About that time I fell in with some com- them is left but in the vices which they inpanions of a different order. They were troduced, and the habits they infixed. In men of boisterous spirits, sitters up a-nights, them my friends survive still, and exercise disputants, drunken; yet seemed to have ample retribution for any supposed infidelity something noble about them. We dealt that I may have been guilty of towards about the wit, or what passes for it after them. midnight, jovially. Of the quality called My next more immediate companions were fancy I certainly possessed a larger share and are persons of such intrinsic and felt than my companions. Encouraged by their worth, that though accidentally their acapplause, I set up for a professed joker! I, quaintance has proved pernicious to me, I who of all men am least fitted for such an do not know that if the thing were to do occupation, having, in addition to the greatest over again, I should have the courage to difficulty which I experience at all times of eschew the mischief at the price of forfeiting finding words to express my meaning, a na- the benefit. I came to them reeking from tural nervous impediment in my speech ! the steams of my late over-heated notions of
Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like companionship; and the slightest fuel which mine, aspire to any character but that of a they unconsciously afforded, was sufficient to wit. When you find a tickling relish upon feed my old fires into a propensity. your tongue disposing you to that sort of They were no drinkers, but, one from proconversation, especially if you find a preter- fessional habits, and another from a custom natural flow of ideas setting in upon you at derived from his father, smoked tobacco. the sight of a bottle and fresh glasses, avoid The devil could not have devised a more giving way to it as you would fly your subtle trap to re-take a backsliding penitent. greatest destruction. If you cannot crush The transition, from gulping down draughts the power of fancy, or that within you which of liquid fire to puffing out innocuous blasts you mistake for such, divert it, give it some of dry smoke, was so like cheating him. But other play. Write an essay, pen a character he is too hard for us when we hope to comor description,—but not as I do now, with mute. He beats us at barter; and when we tears trickling down your cheeks.
think to set off a new failing against an old To be an object of compassion to friends, infirmity, 'tis odds but he puts the trick of derision to foes ; to be suspected by upon us of two for one. That (comparatively) strangers, stared at by fools ; to be esteemed white devil of tobacco brought with him in dull when you cannot be witty, to be ap- the end seven worse than himself. plauded for witty when you know that you It were impertinent to carry the reader have been dull; to be called upon for the through all the processes by which, from extemporaneous exercise of that faculty smoking at first with malt liquor, I took my which no premeditation can give; to be degrees through thin wines, through stronger spurred on to efforts which end in contempt; wine and water, through small punch, to to be set on to provoke mirth which procures those juggling compositions, which, under the procurer hatred ; to give pleasure and the name of mixed liquors, slur a great deal be paid with squinting malice; to swallow of brandy or other poison under less and less draughts of life-destroying wine which are water continually, until they come next to to be distilled into airy breath to tickle vain none, and so to none at all. But it is hateful auditors; to mortgage miserable morrows to disclose the secrets of my Tartarus. for nights of madness; to waste whole seas I should repel my readers, from a mere of time upon those who pay it back in little incapacity of believing me, were I to tell inconsiderable drops of grudging applause,-them what tobacco has been to me, the are the wages of buffoonery and death. drudging service which I have paid, the
Time, which has a sure stroke at dissolving slavery which I have vowed to it. How, all connexions which have no solider fasten- when I have resolved to quit it, a feeling as ing than this liquid cement, more kind to of ingratitude has started up; how it has put me than my own taste or penetration, at on personal claims and made the demands