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of the bank offices it is the custom, (to save so I cannot settle my spirits to it. I knew a Unitamuch individual time,) for one of the clerke rian minister, who was generally to be seen upon who is the best scholar—to commence upon the Snow-hill, (as yet Skinner's-street was not,) beTimes, or the Chronicle, and recite its entire con tween the hours of ten and eleven in the morning, tents aloud pro bono publico. With every advan studying a volume of Lardner. I own this to. tage of lungs and elocution-the effect is singular- have been a strain of abstraction beyond my ly vapid.-- In barber's shops, and public-houses, a reach. I used to admire how he sidled along fellow will get up, and spell out a paragraph, keeping clear of secular contacts. An illiterate which he commnnicates as some discovery. Ano encounter with a porter's knot, or a bread-basket, ther follows with his selection. So the entire jour- would have quickly put to flight all the theology nal transpires at length by piece-meal. Seldom I am master of, and have left me worse than inreaders are slow readers, and, without this expe different to the five points. dient no one in the company would probably I was once amused—there is a pleasure in ever travel through the contents of a whole paper. affecting affectation-at the indignation of a crowd

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one that was justling in with me at the pit door of ever lays one down without a feeling of disap Covent Garden Theatre, to have a sight of Maspointment.

ter Betty—then at once in his dawn and his What an eternal time that gentleman in black, meridian—in Hamlet. I had been invited quite at Nando's, keeps the paper! I am sick of hearing unexpectedly to join a party, whom I met near the the waiter bawling out incessantly, “the Chroni door of the playhouse, and I happened to have in cle is in hand, sir."

my hand a large octavo of Johnson and SteeAs in these little diurnals I generally skip the vens's Shakspeare, which, the time not admitting foreign news—the debates and the politics-1 of my carrying it home, of course went with me find the Morning Herald by far the most en to the theatre. Just in the very heat and prestertaining of them. It is an agreeable miscel. sure of the doors opening—the rush, as they termi lany, rather than a newspaper.

in deliberately held the volume over my head, Coming in to an inn at night-having ordered open at the scene in which the young Roscius had your supper-what can be more delightful than to been most cried up, and quietly read by the lampfind lying in the window-seat, left there time out light. The clamour became universal. "The of mind by the carelessness of some former guest affectation of the fellow,” cried one. “Look at -two or three numbers of the old Town and that gentleman reading, papa,” squeaked a young Country Magazine, with its amusing tete-a-tete lady, who, in her admiration of the novelty, almost pictures.—"The Royal Lover and Lady G-;" forgot her fears. I read on. “He ought to have * the Melting Platonic and the old Beau,"--and his book knocked out of his hand,” exclaimed a such like antiquated scandal ? Would you ex pursy cit; whose arms were too fast pinioned to change it--at that time, and in that place for a his side to suffer him to execute his kind intenbetter book ?

tion. Still I read 011-and till the time came to Poor Tobin, who latterly fell blind, did not re pay my money, kept as unmoved, as Saint Anthogret it so much for the weightier kinds of reading ny at his holy offices, with the satyrs, apes, and -the Pardise Lost, or Comus, he could have read hobgoblins, mopping, and making mouths at him, to him—but he missed the pleasure of skimming in the picture, while the good man sits as unover with his own eye-a magazine, or a light disturbed at the sight, as if he were sole tenant of pamphlet.

the desert.-The individual rabble, (I recognized I should not care to be caught in the serious more than one of their ugly faces,) had damned avenues of some cathedral alone, and reading a slight piece of mine but a few nights before, and Candide !

I was determined the culprits should not a seI do not remember a more whimsical surprise cond time put me out of countenance. than having been once detected-by a familiar There is a class of street-readers, whom I can damsel-reclined at my ease upon the grass, on never contemplate without affection—the poor Primrose Hill, (her Cythera,) reading-Pamela. gentry, who, not having wherewithal to buy, or There was nothing in the book to make a man seri hire a book, filch a little learning at the open stalls ously ashamed at the exposure; but as she seated - the owner, with his hard eye, casting envious herself down by me, and seemed determined to looks at them all the while, and thinking when read in company, I could have wished it had been they will have done Venturing tenderly, page -any other book.-We read on very sociably for after page, expecting every moment when he shall a few pages ; and not finding the author much to interpose his interdict, and yet unable to deny her taste, she got up, and went away. Gentle themselves the gratification, they “snatch a fearcasuist, I leave it to thee to conjecture, whether ful joy." Martin B, in this way, by daily the blash, (for there was one between us,) was fragments, got through two volumes of Clarissa, the property of the nymph or the swain in this when the stall-keeper damped his laudable ambidilemma. From me you shall never get the secret. tion, by asking him, (it was in his younger days,)

I am not much a friend to out-of-doors reading. I whether he meant to purchase the work. M. de

clares, that under no circumstances of his life did he ever peruse a book with half the satisfaction which he took in those uneasy snatches. A quaint poetess of our day has moralized upon this subjoct in two very touching but homely stanzas.


I saw a boy with eager eye
Open a book upon a stall,
And read, as he'd devour it all ;
Which when the stall-man did espy,
Soon to the boy I heard him call,
"You, sir, you never buy a book,
Therefore in one you shall not look.”
The boy pass'd slowly on, and with a sigh
He wish'd he never had been taught to read,
Then of the old churl's books he should have had no

of sufferings the poor have many,
Which never can the rich annoy:
I soon perceiv'd another boy,
Who look'd as if he'd not had any
Food, for that day at least-enjoy
The sight of cold meat in a tavern larder.
This boy's case, then thought I, is surely harder,
Thus hungry, longing, thus without a penny,
Beholding choice of dainty-dressed meat:
No wonder if he wish he ne'er had learn'd to eat.


Among the deaths in our obituary for this month, I observe with concern “At his cottage on the Bath road, Captain Jackson.” The name and attribution are common enough; but a feeling like reproach persuades me that this could have been no other in fact than my dear old friend, who some five-and-twenty years ago rented a tenement, which he was pleased to dignify with the appellation here used, about a mile from Westbourn Green. Alack, how good men, and the good turns they do us, slide out of memory, and are recalled but by the suprise of some such sad memento as that which now lies before me!

He whom I mean was a retired half-pay officer, with a wife and two grown-up davghters, whom he maintained with the port and notions of gentlewomen, upon that slender professional allowance. Comely girls they were too.

And was I in danger of forgetting this man — his cheerful suppersthe noble tone of hospitali. ty, when first you set foot in the cottage-the anxious ministerings about you, where little or nothing, (God knows,) was to be ministered.--Althea's hom in a poor platter-the power of selfonchantment, by which, in his magnificent wishes to entertain you, he multiplied his means to bounties.

You saw with your bodily eyes indeed what seemed a bare scrag-cold savings from the foregone meal --remnant hardly sufficient to send a mendicant from the door contented. But in the

copious will—the revelling imagination of your host-the “ mind, the mind, Master Shallow," whole beeves were spread before you-hecatombs -no end appeared to the profusion.

It was the widow's cruse-the loaves and fishes; carving could not lessen, nor helping diminish it, the stamina were left--the elemental bone still flourished, divested of its accidents.

“ Let us live while we can," methinks I hear the open-handed creature exclaim; "while we have, let us not want," "here is plenty left;" “want for nothing"—with many more such hospitable sayings, the spurs of appetite, and old concomitants of smoking boards, and feast-oppressed chargers. Then sliding a slender ratio of Single Gloucester upon his wife's plate or the daughters', he would convey the remanent rind into his own, with a merry quirk of the nearer the bone,” &c. and declaring that he universally preferred the outside. For we had our table-distinctions, you are to know, and some of us in a manner sate above the salt. None but his guest or guests dreamed of tasting flesh luxuries at night, the fragments were verè hospitibus sacra. But of one thing or another there was always enough, and leavings: only he would sometimes finish the remainder crust, to show that he wished no savings.

Wine we had none; nor, except on very rare occasions, spirits; but the sensation of wine was there. Some thin kind of ale I remember “ British beverage,” he would say ! “ Push about my boys;" “ Drink to your sweethearts, girls." At every meagre draught a toast must ensue, or a song. All the forms of good liquor were there, with none of the effects wanting. Shut your eyes, and you would swear a capacious bowl of punch was foaming in the centre, with beams of generous Port or Madeira radiating to it from each of the table corners. You got flustered, without knowing whence; tipsy upon words; and reeled under the potency of his unperforming Bacchanalian encouragements.

We had our songs—“ Why, Soldiers, Why" -and the British Grenadiers"-in which last we were all obliged to bear chorus. Both the daughters sang. Their proficiency was a nightly theme—the masters he had given them—the

no-expense” which he spared to accomplish them in a science “ so necessary to young women." But then they could not sing“ without the instrument."

Sacred, and by me never-to-be violated, Secrets of Poverty! Should I disclose your honest aims at grandeur, your make-shift efforts of magnificence? Sleep, sleep, with all thy broken keys, if one of the bunch be extant; thrummed by a thousand ancestral thumbs ; dear cracked spinet of dearer Louisa! Without mention of mine, be dumb, thou thin accompanier of her thinner warble! A veil be spread over the dear delighted face of well-deluded father, who now haply listening to cherubic notes, scarce feels sincerer pleasure

than when she awakened thy time-shaken chords them up in the oye of the world too, and seem responsive to the twitterings of that slender image at last to have realized themselves ; for they of a voice.

both have married since, I am told, more than reWe were not without our literary talk either. spectably. It did not extend far, but, as far as it went, it was It is long since, and my memory waxes dim on good. It was bottomed well; had good grounds some subjects, or I should wish to convey some to go upon. In the cottage was a room, which notion of the manner in which the pleasant creatradition authenticated to have been the same in ture described the circumstances of his own wedwhich Glover, in his occasional retirements, had ding-day. I faintly remember something of a penned the greater part of his Leonidas. This chaise and four, in which he made his entry into circumstance was nightly quoted, though none Glasgow on that morning to fetch the bride home, of the present inmates, that I could discover, ap or carry her thither, I forget which. It so compeared ever to have met with the poem in ques

pletely made out the stanza of the old ballad tion. But that was no matter. Glover had written When we came down through Glasgow town, there, and the anecdote was pressed into the ac We were a comely sight to see ; count of the family importance.

It diffused a

My love was clad in black velvet,

And I myself in cramasie. learned air through the apartment, the little side casement of which, (the poet's study window,)

I suppose it was the only occasion, upon which opening upon a superb view as far as to the pretty

his own actual splendour at all corresponded with

the world's notions on that subject. In homely spire of Harrow, over domains and patrimonial acres, not a rood nor square yard whereof our

cart, or travelling caravan, by whatever humble host could call his own, yet gave occasion to an

vehicle they chanced to be transported in less immoderate expansion of-vanity shall I call it ?

prosperous days, the ride through Glasgow came -in his bosom, as he showed them in a glowing

back upon his fancy, not as a humiliating contrast, summer evening. It was all his, he took it all

but as a fair occasion for reverting to that one in, and communicated rich portions of it to his

day's state. It seemed an “ equipage etern” from guests. It was a part of his largess, his hospi

which no power of fate or fortune, once mounted, tality; it was going over his grounds; he was

had power thereafter to dislodge him. lord for the time of showing them, and you the

There is some merit in putting a handsome implicit lookers-up to his magnificence.

face upon indigent circumstances. To bully and He was a juggler who threw mists before your

swagger away the sense of them before strangers, eyes--you had no time to detect his fallacies. He may not be always discommendable. Tibbs, and would say " hand me the silver sugar-tongs ;"

Bobadil, even when detected, have more of our

admiration than contempt. But for a man to put and before you could discover it was a single spoon, and that plated, he would disturb and

the cheat upon himself; to play the Bobadil at

home ; and, steeped in poverty up to the lips, to captivate your imagination by a misnomer of “ the urn” for a tea kettle; or by calling a homely

fancy himself all the while chin-deep in riches, bench a sofa. Rich men direct you to their fur

is a strain of constitutional philosophy, and a niture, poor ones divert you from it ; he neither

mastery over fortune, which was reserved for my did one nor the other, but by simply assuming

old friend Captain Jackson. that every thing was handsome about him, you were positively at a demur what you did, or did not see, at the cottage. With nothing to live on, CONFESSIONS OF A DRUNKARD. be seemed to live upon every thing. He had a stock of wealth in his mind; not that which is Dehortations from the use of strong liquors properly termed Content, for in truth he was not have been the favourite topic of sober declaimers to be contained at all, but overflowed all bounds in all ages, and have been received with abunby the force of a magnificent self-delusion.

dance of applause by water-drinking critics. But Enthusiasm is catching; and even his wife, a with the patient, himself, the man that is to be sober native of North Britain, who generally saw cured, unfortunately their sound has seldom prethings more as they were, was not proof against vailed. Yet the evil is acknowledged, the remethe continual collision of his credulity. Her dy simple. Abstain. No force can oblige a man daughters were rational and discreet young wo to raise the glass to his head against his will. 'Tis men ; in the main, perhaps, not insensible to their

as easy as not to steal, not to tell lies. true circumstances. I have seen them assume a Alas! the hand to pilfer, and the tongue to bear thoughtful air at times. But such was the pre false witness, have no constitutional tendency. ponderating opulence of his fancy, that I am per These are actions indifferent to them. At the suaded, not for any half hour together, did they first instance of the reformed will, they can be ever look their own prospects fairly in the face. brought off without a murmur. The itching finThere was no resisting the vortex of his tempera ger is but a figure in speech, and the tongue of ment. His riotous imagination conjured up hand the liar can with the same natural delight give some settlements before their eyes, which kept | forth useful truths, with which it has been accus

tomed to scatter their pernicious contraries. But twentieth year. I had lived from the period of when a man has commenced sut

leaving school to that time pretty much in soliO pause, thou sturdy moralist, thou person of tude. My companions were chiefly books, or at stout nerves and a strong head, whose liver is most, one or two living ones of my own bookhappily untouched, and ere thy gorge riseth at loving and sober stamp. I rose early, went to the name which I have written, first learn what bed betimes, and the faculties which God had the thing is; how much of compassion, how given me, I have reason to think, did not rust in much of human allowance, thou may'st virtu me unused. ously mingle with thy disapprobation. Trample About that time I fell in with some companions not on the ruins of a man. Exact not, under so of a different order. They were men of boisterterrible a penalty as infamy, a resuscitation from ous spirits, sitters up a-nights, disputants, drunka state of death almost as real as that from which en; yet seemed to have something noble aboat Lazarus rose not but by a miracle.

them. We dealt about the wit, or what passed Begin a reformation, and custom will make it for it after midnight, jovially. Of the quality easy. But what if the beginning be dreadful, the called fancy, I certainly possessed a larger share first steps not like climbing a mountain but going than my companions. Encouraged by their apthrough fire? what if the whole system must plause, I set up for a profest joker ! I, who of undergo a change violent as that which we con all men am least fitted for such an occupation, ceive of the mutation of form in some insects? having, in addition to the greatest difficulty which what if a process comparable to flaying alive be I experienced at all times of finding words to ex. to be gone through? is the weakness that sinks press my meaning, a natural nervous impediment under such struggles to be confounded with the in my speech! pertinacity which clings to other vices, which Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like have induced no constitutional necessity, no en mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit. gagement of the whole victim, body and soul ? When you find a tickling relish upon your tongue

I have known one in that state, when he disposing you to that sort of conversation, espehas tried to abstain but for one evening,—though cially if you find a preternatural flow of ideas setthe poisonous potion had long ceased to bring ting in upon you at the sight of a bottle and fresh back its first enchantments, though he was sure it glasses, avoid giving way to it, as you would fly would rather deepen his gloom than brighten it, your greatest destruction. If you cannot crush -in the violence of the struggle, and the neces the power of fancy, or that within you which you sity he has felt of getting rid of the present sen mistake for such, divert it, give it some other play. sation at any rate, I have known him to scream Write an essay, pen a character or description,out, to cry aloud, for the anguish and pain of the but not, as I do now, with tears trickling down strife within him.

your cheeks. Why should I hesitate to declare, that the man To be an object of compassion to friends, of of whom I speak is myself? I have no puling derision to foes ; to be suspected by strangers, apology to make to mankind. I see them all in stared at by fools ; to be esteemed dull when you one way or another deviating from the pure rea cannot be witty, to be applauded for witty when son. It is to my own nature alone I am account you know that you have been dull; to be called able for the woe that I have brought upon it. upon for the extemporaneous exercise of that fa

I believe that there are constitutions, robust culty which no premeditation can give; to be heads and iron insides, whom scarce any excesses spurred on to efforts which end in contempt; to can burt; whom brandy, (I have seen them drink be set on to provoke mirth, which procures the it like wine,) at all events, whom wine, taken in procurer hatred; to give pleasure, and be paid ever so plentiful measure, can do no worse injury with squinting malice ; to swallow draughts of to than just to muddle their faculties, perhaps life-destroying wine, which are to be distilled never very pellucid. On them this discourse is into airy breath to tickle vain auditors; to mortwasted. They would but laugh at a weak brother, gage miserable morrows for nights of madness; who, trying his strength with them, and coming to waste whole seas of time upon those who pay off foiled from the contest, would fain persuade it back in little inconsiderable drops of grudging them that such agonistic exercises are dangerous.applause,-are the wages of buffoonery and death It is to a very different description of persons I Time, which has a sure stroke at dissolving all speak. It is to the weak, the nervous ; to those connexions which have no solider fastening than who feel the want of some artificial aid to raise this liquid cement, more kind to me than my own their spirits in society to what is no more than taste or penetration, at length opened my eyes to the ordinary pitch of all around them without it. the supposed qualities of my first friends. No This is the secret of our drinking. Such must trace of them is left but in the vices which they fly the convivial board in the first instance, if introduced, and the habits they infixed. In them they do not mean to sell themselves for term of my friends survive still, and exercise ample retrilife.

bution for any supposed infidelity that I may havo Twelve years ago I had completed my six and been guilty of towards them.

My next more immediate companions were Persons not accustomed to examine the moand are persons of such intrinsic and felt worth, tives of their actions, to reckon up the countless that though accidentally their acquaintance has nails that rivet the chains of habit, or perhaps proved pernicious to me, I do not know that if being bound by none so obdurate as those I have the thing were to do over again, I should have confessed to, may recoil from this as from an the courage to eschew the mischief, at the price overcharged picture. But what short of such a of forfeiting the benefit. I came to them reeking bondage is it, which in spite of protesting friends, from the steams of my late over-heated notions a weeping wife, and a reprobating world, chains of companionship; and the slightest fuel which down many a poor fellow, of no original indispothey unconsciously afforded, was sufficient to feed sition to goodness, to his pipe and his pot? my old fires into a propensity.

I have seen a print after Corregio in which They were no drinkers, but, one from profes three female figures are ministering to a man sional habits, and another from a custom derived who sits fast bound at the root of a tree. Sensufrom his father, smoked tobacco. The devil could ality is soothing him, Evil Habit is nailing him not have devised a more subtle trap to re-take a to a branch, and Repugnance at the same instant backsliding penitent. The transition, from gulp of time is applying a snake to his side. In his ing down draughts of liquid fire to puffing out face is feeble delight, the recollection of past, rainnocuous blasts of dry smoke, was so like cheat ther than perception of present pleasures, languid ing him. But he is too hard for us when we hope enjoyment of evil with utter imbecility to good, to commute. He beats us at barter ; and when a Sybaritic effeminacy, a submission to bondage, we think to set off a new failing against an old the springs of the will gone down like a broken infirmity, 'tis odds but he puts the trick upon us clock, the sin and the suffering co-instantaneous, of two for one. That, (comparatively,) white or the latter forerunning the former, remorse devil of tobacco brought with him in the end seven preceding action-all this represented in one point worse than himself.

of time. When I saw this, I admired the wonIt were impertinent to carry the reader through derful skill of the painter. But when I went all the processes by which, from smoking at first away, I wept, because I thought of my own conwith malt liquor, I took my degrees through thin dition. wines, through stronger wine and water, through Of that there is no hope that it should ever small punch, to those juggling compositions, change. The waters have gone over me. But which, under the name of mixed liquors, alur a out of the black depths, could I be heard, I would great deal of brandy or other poison under less cry out to all those who have but set a foot in the and less water continually, until they come next perilous food. Could the youth to whom the to none, and so to none at all. But it is hateful flavour of his first wine is delicious as the opento disclose the secrets of my Tartarus.

ing scenes of life, or the entering upon some I should repel my readers, from a mere incapa- newly discovered paradise, look into my desolacity of believing me, were I to tell them what tion, and be made to understand what a dreary tobacco has been to me, the drudging service thing it is when a man shall feel himself going which I have paid, the slavery which I have down a precipice with open eyes and a passive vowed to it. How, when I have resolved to quit will—to see his destruction, and have no power it, a feeling, as of ingratitude, has started up; to stop it, and yet to feel it all the way emanating how it has put on personal claims and made the from himself; to perceive all goodness emptied demands of a friend upon me. How the reading out of him, and yet not to be able to forget a time of it casually in a book, as where Adams takes when it was otherwise, to bear about the piteous his whiff in the chimney.corner of some inn in spectacle of his own self-ruins :-could he see my Joseph Andrews, or Piscator in the Complete fevered eye, feverish with last night's drinking, Angler breaks his fast upon a morning pipe in and feverishly looking for this night's repetition that delicate room Piscatoribus Sacrum, has in a of the foily ; could he feel the body of the death moment broken down the resistance of weeks. out of which I cry hourly with feebler and feebler How a pipe was ever in my midnight path before outery to be delivered--it were enough to make me, till the vision forced me to realize it,-how him dash the sparkling beverage to the earth in then its ascending vapours curled, its fragrance all the pride of its mantling temptation ; to make lulled, and the thousand delicious ministerings him clasp his teeth, conversant about it, employing every faculty ex

and not undo 'em tracted the sense of pain. How from illuminat

To suffer wet DAMNATION to run thro' 'em. ing it came to darken, from a quick solace it turned to a negative relief, thence to a restlessnesg Yea, but, (methinks I hear somebody object,) and dissatisfaction, thence to a positive misery. if sobriety be that fine thing you would have us to How, even now, when the whole secret stands understand, if the comforts of a cool brain are to be confessed in all its dreadful truth before me, I preferred to that state of heated excitement which feel myself linked to it beyond the power of re you describe and deplore, what hinders in your vocation. Bone of my bone

own instance that you do not return to those ha

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