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claimed, “ It is the dog of the poor ble to look upon him and believe him old pedlar-harm him not—but fol- dead, so soft and slumbering-like he low him, and see where he seeks for lay; and yet, in truth, none of us shelter-woe's me for the honest old wished to destroy the pleasing delumaster, when the servant is so be- sion that he still lived, by an immedi. sted with hunger.” The dog reached ate examination. the foot of the little rising ground A raven, as we stood, stooped sudwhereon we stood-he seemed spent, denly down from the upper bough of weary, and wounded, and the blood a neighbouring oak-another followof the lamb and his own dyed the ed, and the two birds of prey, perchgrass on the rivulet bank, where he ing together on a branch midstem lingered for a moment before he con- high, seemed to hold a consultation tinued his flight. He then lifted his concerning the human body below. prey and dived into the forest. We They sat for several minutes with followed him up the path; the grass necks outstretched in earnest scruand the wild flowers were sprinkled tiny, and death or life appeared to with blood where he ran along-and be the matter on which they conwe came first to one place, and then to ferred. They descended to a lower, another, where he had laid down his and still lower bough, renewing prey to rest himself and to lick his their croaking colloquy, and apwounds. At last we arrived where proaching the place where the old the stream made a turn, and there, man lay. At every descent they at the foot of an old tree, we found made, our hopes of life became the poor lamb-it was living—one fainter and fainter, and when, quitof the shepherds took it up, and we ting the underbranches, they alightcontinued our pursuit up the rivulet. ed on the ground, and advanced The forest now began to darken, and towards him boldly abreast, we the stream from winding between numbered him with the dead. Dur. banks of blossomed sward had to con- ing this period the poor and faithful tend with thicket and with rock—its dog lay unobserved at his master's waters became contracted, and the side, and, though sore wounded, he path which still skirted its margin gathered himself together, and turngrew less visible_but the way was ed towards his winged adversaries spotted with blood, and could not be with an eye of fire.

The ravens, mistaken.

apparently from the blood which Our hurried march was soon to trickled from his side and bosom,reckcome to a close. We arrived be- oned him an easy prey, and stood their fore a natural porch of lofty rocks, ground; and, drawing up their wings and gliding onward we found a and projecting their sharp bills, they little lonely sweet wild nook, hem- advanced to the contest. The dog med in with a kind of rampart of leaped upon them so swiftly and so greensward, and crowned with a surely, that escaping with difficulty garland of ancient and majestic oaks. and diminished plumes, they sought We there beheld the old man re- refuge on a lofty oak. clining against the abrupt and flowery We now approached-we spoke, bank, over head, the woodbine and but no answer was returned-we other fragrant bushes had shaken a shouted, we were only answered by multitude of blossomed tendrils down the neighbouring echoes. The dog from the upper ground, while, drop placed himself between his master by drop, a little clear spring gather and us, and uttering a low fierce ed its waters into a rude natural ba- growl, seemed willing to spring at sin at his feet. We stood and gazed our bosoms. We called him by his on this scene of peace and awe—the name-we held out our hands to old man seemed asleep, his hat lay caress him, but he waxed fiercer and beside him, his dress was composed fiercer; and, at last, when we stoopwith the same love of external ed to touch his master, he made a nicety for which he was always re- leap and a snatch, but fell backmarkable, while an open Bible, which wards, and had only strength to lick had apparently dropped from his his master's cheek, his master's hand, hand, lay within reach. I know not and utter a low melancholy howlthat any of us felt anxious to ap- and then he expired. The shepherds proach him hastily--it was impossi- wept outright for this faithful and

noble creature, and one of them ex- warmly remembered. He was borne claimed, Oh, John Corson, never to the grave on horses' necks, followwas a man blest with such a servant ed by some of the wisest and best as thee." But the old man's ear was of the parish ; red wine was poured shut for ever against human speech. plentifully forth, and spice-bread He was stiff and cold, and seemed abounded, and the velvet mortcloth to have been dead for some time. which covered the coffin reached nigh We made a bier of green boughs, to the ground. He was laid side by and bore him homeward amid the side with his early friend the mine sorrow and sighs of all those who strel-a fair through-stone bears reloved the simple, and pleasant, and cord of their affections, and some upright old man. At his lykewake homely but characteristic rhymes asmany of the sweetest voices and sociate in their friendship a faithful fairest faces in the district chaunted creature, well worthy of such a place, his funeral song, and one of the el- if ever animal affection ought to be ders of the parish preferred a prayer, named with human love.- Such are

a which rivalled a sermon in length, the particulars which marked the last and outrivalled it in honest natural days of old John Corson, and his eloquence, in which the virtues and faithful dog Whitefoot. kindly disposition of the old man were



No. IV.


To P-Powell. My Dear P-It falls to my

I hate sentimentality, but jot to assure you, à la Partridge, that you must nevertheless expect a little I am not dead nor buried, -although of the romantic in this chattering a fever had nearly exposed me to be- apology for a letter. Let me be ing both the one and the other. In plaintive, ds'ee, as the Devon peothe thick of my visits and wonders, I ple say. I shall just talk as I please, started a pulse of 106, and took vio- not caring much whether you turn to lently to my room and my despair. the cover and sigh over the castaway It is not necessary that I should tell elevenpence marked there ;- for 1 you how I escaped that termination am in a true Juliet mood, and pant of complaints which ultimately I “to speak and yet say nothing."

' shall not escape. But here I am in a I am now, P-, walking about sea-port town, posseting and nurs- in a yellow straw hat and India looking a recovery with all the arts of an ing jacket, as pale as a moss-rose. experienced sufferer. Russell will What jessamine animals we sick lift up his two dandy-grey-russet eyes, gentlemen are !-When I think that and exclaim in his mild imprecatory I am now a poor solitary fish of a manner, “ Bless me!”—and your man, flung here on the beach to flap mother, with a light up-glance, will about by myself, I sigh to be any

fetch me the receipt other thing-aye, even a dead pigeon book,-Herbert ill! turn to fever, in a pie, that is sure to have two or and copy Mrs. -'s water-gruel three friends by his side, with their out for him!”-But rest, rest, per- mahogany coloured ankles in the turbed spirits ! I am now certainly same predicament. Here I walk, bettering, and shall not die to have think, and grieve, to no purpose. another Barbara Allen written over What am I toiling for?-why do I me. At times, indeed, my spirits do covet experience, when half a cennot trot at the rate Tom Norton's tury will set myself and any given pace it. The Mortons are in town, dead idiot on a par?-and yet I am poor things—where I shall soon be, moralizing ;-oh, what a dowlas web even though I am just set down here of wisdom is philosophy! among the shingles, black boats, I am dull, -am I not?- dull as Joitering pilots, and blue old bathing the Stranger! But being just arrived

say, “P


here, I am, as you will suppose, stock of quiet and calms now. He rather jaded in mind and body by appears, however, never to have been the tediousness and fatigue of a long ruffled, but to have had his eye all stage coach journey. I am, however, the first part of his life on the comconvinced that a few moderate and pass, and all the last on his pipe or quiet walks in a wood, which stands the weathercock. I have already on the side of a hill and just above watched him smoking, and he really the cottage in which I dwell, will re- seems charmed from all earthly vexastore the wonted elasticity of my tion and care ;-his thoughts appear mind, and set my stupidly sensitive to sleep within him; or to be so light, and jarring nerves at rest. Like the that he can collect them without an strings of an Æolian harp, my nerves effort together, and whiff them away are moved with a breath; nor can I in the warm, silent, and momentary find that anything short of a perfect mists of his pipe. Whatever he says quiet life procures me common ease. (but he speaks so seldom that I Even the very act of writing this should think thirty words go to the letter,-attended as it is with the day with him) is full of humanity thoughts of you all, and home, and and homely wisdom:-he appears to idle fears of fever, and the foolish be able to grow all the observations dread of associating with strangers necessary for his own use (so few in a strange place,-shakes me, as the are they) in his own heart. From wind stirs a branch of the mountain ash the little I have seen of him I like in a troubled day. If my health should him greatly. His person is spare, be of that stubborn quality, which, but well proportioned ; and his hair mule-like, will either stop short, or begins to whiten around his brown move in a retrograde fashion, -I visage, like the embers around the shall faithfully remember my promise fire. The wife has been originally to your mother, and be careful against a pretty good talker, I guess, violent readings, revellings, or keen but she seems to have learned mowinds :-she always said I was deli- deration from her husband;-whencate.--A book I shall then look upon ever she begins, she appears to preas a dangerous companion, and shun pare her tongue for a long and se. it as I would the society of a badger date voyage,—but a sigh from her or an authoress ;-and as for an east- daughter, or the perfect inattention erly wind, it may sing itself hoarse, and placid indifference of her gentle before I will listen to its song, -and partner, arrests her progress and be it may go whistle to its cloudy flocks calms her discourse. She is very for days together, and yet never pre- cautious in her movements and her vail upon me to venture into a com- language, but her observations are a pany so awfully pastoral. Be under little too historical. The daughter, no apprehensions on my account; for --whom they call Laura,- is sensi I have laid in good resolutions by the ble, unassuming, and pretty. She waggon-load, as an old lady heaps cultivates her mind with books,-at in her winter stock of coals ;-1 am least, so her conversation leads me quite determined to keep a strict eye to believe ;-and she seems to have on the weather, and to run from read herself into a modest and de. storms and showers as I would lightful importance with her family. scamper from a herd of wild ele- She is of a fair stature,-with light phants. I am also pretty sure of hair and blue eyes :this almost passing a solitary and reflective life; sounds romantic !' — Whatever she for the family with whom I now lodge says has an instantaneous weight is the most regular and serene I ever with mine host and hostess,--and she beheld. It appears to move by Act never, as far as I have been able to of Parliament, and to think and observe, abuses her power or their speak by clock-work. It consists of confidence. There is something exan old gentleman, who was ong tremely plaintive in her air,- and an master of a small trading vessel, and apparently habitual and occasional his wife and daughter. The father is absence of mind,—which I cannot far gone in good health and years; and account for: you know that I cannot having retired from the labours of life, bear to see the shadow of trouble on is making up for his early troubles the mind of woman. The mother and tempests by an extraordinary found an opportunity yesterday even



ing of assuring me that her family yond a momentary peep at one or had existed in this part of the coun- two cold and solitary cottages, and a try for many generations,—and that procession (as it would seem) of her great aunt had very nearly mar- dingy pilgrim-trees. To be sure, the ried the lord of the manor. She white morning could be seen wrapalso contrived to inform me that her ping all objects in a pale light, like husband's vessel was copper-bottom- a shroud, and the countenance of ed and a surprizingly swift sailer – my tall and quiet traveller became and to insinuate that her daughter more fixed, icy, and monumental. could read better than any girl of her It gleamed up the avenue of her bonage in the village, and was allowed net and handkerchief with a deathy, to be the best getter-up of fine clammy paleness, which “ looked not linen, far and near. She asked after o’the earth,” but told a silent tale of my grandfather Paul with a signifi- other worlds. The marble ghost in cant sigh, and disclosed to me that he Don Juan could not have been more, had been an admirer of hers in his terrifically still, or more frightfully youth. Heaven knows how !-The pallid. To me, this fair forlorn entrance of her husband cut short my looked like some Ægyptian figure attention and her speech at the same found in the pyramids, that held moment. You will be surprized at to be a merit, and life to be " a thing the stock of domestic knowledge and to dream of, not to tell.” A bad insight into character which I have temper appeared to have set its mark already gained ;-but you will re- on her upper lip; and vexation had member that I was always given to written a few legible lines on her observation of this nature.

forehead, which were plain and inMy journey here was remarkable telligible to the eyes of every person. for nothing but its tedious length and By these two several whimsical spefinished dullness. As I left town at cimens of slumbering fatness and night, and did not choose to alight wakeful leanness was one side of the at supper-time, my fellow travellers coach occupied, in the proportion of were not revealed to me, till the cold two thirds to the Sleeping Beauty, moist morn peeped palely through and one third to the Enchanted Dathe wet windows of the coach, and mosel. Next to myself, sat a little discovered to me a fat old gentleman gentleman in black, with a hairy in a dingy night-cap, sleeping to travelling-cap drawn down over his some regular nasal music of his own face, so as to hide all but the end of playing, and pillowing his heavy a keen nose, and a compressed lip. swaddled head on the well-stuffed I fancy that I can generally find the bolster of his own body. His face character in the nose, and here I was red and full, and seemed to have found enough of the hawk to warrant imbibed the colour of Port wine as me in guessing at the possessor's proindustriously as his mouth had the fession. How well has Sterne debeverage itself. His nose was the scribed the want of purpose in a throne of good living, and there it sat person,-“ You have no nose, Şir !" in purple pride; and a wet grey eye This duodecimo edition of a lawyer twinkled at intervals, like a stupid (for such I deemed him) was dozing, star in a foggy night. Next to this but his hand did not forsake a blue pampered sleeper sat a tall thin bag which rested between his knees, lady, holding a basket on her lap, thus "holding fast," as the child-game and having a dark red handkerchief saith, even in that predicament in tied over a shabby travelling bonnet. which half the world would have Her eyes were wide awake, and fixed “ let go;" and his head continually immoveably on the comfortless win- dropped towards it, even in its sleepy dow. She now and then sighed or helplessness. I amused myself with hemmed from dreariness, and moved speculating on my companions till a leg, or put back her straight hair breakfast-time, when we all assema with her hand, from utter lassitude. bled round a well-stocked table ; but Occasionally she would take the tas- each seemed suspicious of the other ; sel of the window, and smear away and every cup of coffee was passed the moisture from the pane, though with a laudable caution, and every little was obtained by the act, be, egg handed with a careful and silent VoL, VI.



mysteriousness. We returned to our ing you to the mere merrythought coach, like culprits to a cell, not of a letter. I shall not, however, half so happy as convicts to a cara- write again till I return to town, van; all, save the corpulent sleeper, when I hope to be able to give a betwho in vain attempted to provoke ter account of the world and its proa conversation, and cultivate a bet- gressings, and continue my old tales ter acquaintance. His observations, of real life, not after Mrs. Opie. when generally made, were consider- For the present, my dear Ped as the property of none, and adieu !- Assure Russell of my conwere therefore left unanswered and stant love for him—and to the kind disregarded by all. He at last re- hearts that beat about your fireside tired into hiniself, and found in a (we have fires here !) commend me renewed sleep that comfortable so- in all sincerity and affection. I can ciety which he had vainly sought in hardly write, my materials are so those about him. The jolting of the miserable; my pen is surely a bit of coach never mingled us; each stuck an old anchor, and such bilge-water as perversely in his corner, as if ba- of ink never muddied the letter of an nishment awaited the least infringe- old sailor !-But through the roses ment on a neighbour's rights, and of my window I see my host is bedeath would be the consequence of ginning to tune his evening pipe, and sociality and freedom. I was re- I myself am inclined to get behind joiced when I observed the guard the silver veil of a fragrant cigar, and andcoachman for the last time, and forget in its rolling vapours the hard felt the happy serenity of the home world and all its ills. Yet, my dear into which I passed, doubly sweet, as P-, thee I can never forget; coming so immediately after the rat- whole worlds of tobacco could never tling, close, and unsocial vehicle in raise such a fume as to hide thee from which I had travelled. I fear this thy faithful friend account of my journey and my host

Edward HERBERT. may tire you; but, so soon after my PS. I shall write to Russell from arrival, I had little else to communi. London, for I know he likes to have cate, and I could not be silent longer, his letters town made. nor could I reconcile myself to help

THE ENGLISH UNIVERSITIES. MR. Editor,-1 happened lately to peruse with some attention the Travels of Dr. Niemeyer, an eminent Professor of the University of Halle, in Saxony, and formerly Chancellor of the same,—the larger portion of which is dedicated to England. The second and last volume was printed at that place last year. These Travels decidedly announce a man of much experience and great penetration, one who is neither so prejudiced as to condemn any thing because it is not the same as in his own country, nor so illiberal as to refuse his warmest approbation to any thing his judgment may approve. They will be found to be particularly interesting in what regards religion and education, the two objects he appears to have selected for his consideration, and which his own character and station must have rendered the most congenial and the most familiar to his mind. He does not, however, by any means, confine himself to these: he describes every thing that occurred to him during his stay in England, which was in the year preceding, and makes many judicious and piquant remarks on an infinity of subjects. In short, his book is worthy to be added to the list of valuable descriptions of England written by his countrymen, such as Goede, Wendeborn, &c. and is well deserving of an English translation. The account of the English Universities he appears to have drawn up with considerable care and tolerable accuracy ; and certainly at greater length and with more intelligence than any of his foreign predecessors. He has not, assuredly, described either of them so hastily and in so few words as did the Abbè Bourlet de Vauxcelles some sixty years ago, who writes thus to a friend : « Nous fûmes

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