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lent eye, singling out a lad, roar out, "Od's anti-socialities of their predecessors!-You my life, sirrah," (his favourite adjuration) never met the one by chance in the street I have a great mind to whip you," then, without a wonder, which was quickly diswith as sudden a retracting impulse, fling sipated by the almost immediate sub-appearback into his lair-and, after a cooling lapse ance of the other. Generally arm-in-arm, of some minutes (during which all but the these kindly coadjutors lightened for each culprit had totally forgotten the context) other the toilsome duties of their profession, drive headlong out again, piecing out his and when, in advanced age, one found it imperfect sense, as if it had been some convenient to retire, the other was not long Devil's Litany, with the expletory yell- in discovering that it suited him to lay down " and I WILL, too."-In his gentler moods, the fasces also. Oh, it is pleasant, as it is when the rabidus furor was assuaged, he had rare, to find the same arm linked in yours at resort to an ingenious method, peculiar, for forty, which at thirteen helped it to turn what I have heard, to himself, of whipping over the Cicero De Amicitiâ, or some tale of the boy, and reading the Debates, at the same Antique Friendship, which the young heart time; a paragraph, and a lash between; even then was burning to anticipate !— which in those times, when parliamentary Co-Grecian with S. was Th, who has oratory was most at a height and flourishing since executed with ability various diplomatic in these realms, was not calculated to impress functions at the Northern courts. Ththe patient with a veneration for the diffuser was a tall, dark, saturnine youth, sparing of graces of rhetoric. speech, with raven locks.-Thomas Fanshaw Once, and but once, the uplifted rod was Middleton followed him (now Bishop of known to fall ineffectual from his hand- Calcutta), a scholar and a gentleman in his when droll squinting W- having been teens. He has the reputation of an excelcaught putting the inside of the master's lent critic; and is author (besides the desk to a use for which the architect had clearly not designed it, to justify himself, with great simplicity averred, that he did not know that the thing had been forewarned. This exquisite irrecognition of any law antecedent to the oral or declaratory, struck so irresistibly upon the fancy of all who heard it (the pedagogue himself not excepted) that remission was unavoidable.

Country Spectator) of a Treatise on the
Greek Article, against Sharpe. M. is said
to bear his mitre high in India, where the
regni novitas (I dare say) sufficiently justifies
the bearing. A humility quite as primitive
as that of Jewel or Hooker might not be
exactly fitted to impress the minds of those
Anglo-Asiatic diocesans with a reverence for
home institutions, and the church which
those fathers watered. The manners of M.
at school, though firm, were mild and un-
assuming.-Next to M. (if not senior to him)
was Richards, author of the Aboriginal
Britons, the most spirited of the Oxford
Prize Poems; a pale, studious Grecian.—
Then followed poor S―, ill-fated M——— !
of these the Muse is silent.

Finding some of Edward's race
Unhappy, pass their annals by.

L. has given credit to B.'s great merits as an instructor. Coleridge, in his literary life, has pronounced a more intelligible and ample encomium on them. The author of the Country Spectator doubts not to compare him with the ablest teachers of antiquity. Perhaps we cannot dismiss him better than with the pious ejaculation of C.-when he heard that his old master was on his deathbed: "Poor J. B. !-may all his faults be forgiven; and may he be wafted to bliss by little cherub boys all head and wings, with no bottoms to reproach his sublunary infirmities." Under him were many good and sound scholars bred.-First Grecian of my time was Lancelot Pepys Stevens, kindest of boys ridge-Logician, Metaphysician, Bard!— and men, since Co-grammar-master (and inseparable companion) with Dr. T -e. What an edifying spectacle did this brace of friends present to those who remembered the

Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee-the dark pillar not yet turned-Samuel Taylor Cole

How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, intranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the

thou wert the Nireus formosus of the school) in the days of thy maturer waggery, thou didst disarm the wrath of infuriated towndamsel, who, incensed by provoking pinch, turning tigress-like round, suddenly converted by thy angel-look, exchanged the half-formed terrible "," for a gentler greeting-" bless thy handsome face!"

young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in that beautiful countenance, with which (for thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar-while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy !-Many were the "wit-combats," (to dally awhile with the words of old Fuller,) between him and Next follow two, who ought to be now C. V. Le G, "which two I behold like a alive, and the friends of Elia-the junior Spanish great galleon, and an English man Le G and F—; who impelled, the of war; Master Coleridge, like the former, former by a roving temper, the latter by was built far higher in learning, solid, too quick a sense of neglect-ill capable of but slow in his performances. C. V. L., enduring the slights poor Sizars are somewith the English man of war, lesser in times subject to in our seats of learning bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with -exchanged their Alma Mater for the all tides, tack about, and take advantage of camp; perishing, one by climate, and one all winds, by the quickness of his wit and on the plains of Salamanca :-Le G invention." sanguine, volatile, sweet-natured; Fdogged, faithful, anticipative of insult, warmhearted, with something of the old Roman height about him.

Nor shalt thou, their compeer, be quickly forgotten, Allen, with the cordial smile, and still more cordial laugh, with which thou wert wont to make the old Cloisters shake, in thy cognition of some poignant jest of theirs; or the anticipation of some more material, and, peradventure practical one, of thine own.

Fine, frank-hearted Fr, the present master of Hertford, with Marmaduke T———, mildest of Missionaries-and both my good friends still-close the catalogue of Grecians

Extinct are those smiles, with in my time.

THE TWO RACES OF MEN.

THE human species, according to the best Observe who have been the greatest theory I can form of it, is composed of two borrowers of all ages-Alcibiades-Falstaff distinct races, the men who borrow, and the-Sir Richard Steele-our late incomparable men who lend. To these two original diversities Brinsley-what a family likeness in all four! may be reduced all those impertinent classi- What a careless, even deportment hath fications of Gothic and Celtic tribes, white men, black men, red men. All the dwellers upon earth, "Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites," flock hither, and do naturally fall in with one or other of these primary distinctions. The infinite superiority of the former, which I choose to designate as the great race, is discernible in their figure, port, and a certain instinctive sovereignty. The latter are born degraded. "He shall serve his brethren." There is something in the air of one of this cast, lean and suspicious; contrasting with the open, trusting, generous manners of the other.

your borrower! what rosy gills! what a beautiful reliance on Providence doth he manifest, -taking no more thought than lilies! What contempt for money,-accounting it (yours and mine especially) no better than dross! What a liberal confounding of those pedantic distinctions of meum and tuum! or rather, what a noble simplification of language (beyond Tooke), resolving these supposed opposites into one clear, intelligible pronoun adjective!—What near approaches doth he make to the primitive community,— to the extent of one half of the principle at least.

cumbersome luggage of riches, more apt (as
one sings)

To slacken virtue, and abate her edge,
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise,

He is the true taxer who "calleth all the world up to be taxed;" and the distance is as vast between him and one of us, as subsisted between the Augustan Majesty and the poorest obolary Jew that paid it tributepittance at Jerusalem !-His exactions, too, he set forth, like some Alexander, upon have such a cheerful, voluntary air! So far his great enterprise, "borrowing and to removed from your sour parochial or state- borrow!" gatherers, those ink-horn varlets, who carry their want of welcome in their faces! He cometh to you with a smile, and troubleth you with no receipt; confining himself to no set season. Every day is his Candlemas, or his Feast of Holy Michael. He applieth the lene tormentum of a pleasant look to your purse,—which to that gentle warmth expands her silken leaves, as naturally as the cloak of the traveller, for which sun and wind contended! He is the true Propontic which never ebbeth! The sea which taketh handsomely at each man's hand. In vain the victim, whom he delighteth to honour, struggles with destiny; he is in the net. Lend therefore cheerfully, O man ordained to lend that thou lose not in the end, with thy worldly penny, the reversion promised. Combine not preposterously in thine own person the penalties of Lazarus and of Dives!-but, when thou seest the proper authority coming, meet it smilingly, as it were half-way. Come, a handsome sacrifice! See how light he makes of it! Strain not courtesies with a noble

enemy.

In his periegesis, or triumphant progress throughout this island, it has been calculated that he laid a tythe part of the inhabitants under contribution. I reject this estimate as greatly exaggerated :—but having had the honour of accompanying my friend divers times, in his perambulations about this vast city, I own I was greatly struck at first with the prodigious number of faces we met, who claimed a sort of respectful acquaintance with us. He was one day so obliging as to explain the phenomenon. It seems, these were his tributaries; feeders of his exchequer; gentlemen, his good friends (as he was pleased to express himself), to whom he had occasionally been beholden for a loan. Their multitudes did no way disconcert him. He rather took a pride in numbering them; and, with Comus, seemed pleased to be "stocked with so fair a herd."

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With such sources, it was a wonder how he contrived to keep his treasury always empty. He did it by force of an aphorism, which he had often in his mouth, that "money kept longer than three days stinks." So he made use of it while it was fresh. Reflections like the foregoing were forced good part he drank away (for he was an upon my mind by the death of my old excellent toss-pot); some he gave away, the friend, Ralph Bigod, Esq., who parted this rest he threw away, literally tossing and life, on Wednesday evening; dying, as hurling it violently from him-as boys do he had lived, without much trouble. He burrs, or as if it had been infectious,-into boasted himself a descendant from mighty ponds, or ditches, or deep holes, inscrutable ancestors of that name, who heretofore cavities of the earth;—or he would bury it held ducal dignities in this realm. In (where he would never seek it again) by a his actions and sentiments he belied not river's side under some bank, which (he the stock to which he pretended. Early in would facetiously observe) paid no interest life he found himself invested with ample but out away from him it must go revenues; which, with that noble disinterest-peremptorily, as Hagar's offspring into the edness which I have noticed as inherent wilderness, while it was sweet. He never in men of the great race, he took almost missed it. The streams were perennial immediate measures entirely to dissipate which fed his fisc. When new supplies beand bring to nothing: for there is some- came necessary, the first person that had thing revolting in the idea of a king holding the felicity to fall in with him, friend or a private purse; and the thoughts of Bigod stranger, was sure to contribute to the were all regal. Thus furnished by the deficiency. For Bigod had an undeniable very act of disfurnishment; getting rid of the way with him. He had a cheerful, open

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exterior, a quick jovial eye, a bald forehead, just touched with grey (cana fides). anticipated no excuse, and found none. And, waiving for a while my theory as to the great race, I would put it to the most untheorising reader, who may at times have disposable coin in his pocket, whether it is not more repugnant to the kindliness of his nature to refuse such a one as I am describing, than to say no to a poor petitionary rogue (your bastard borrower), who, by his mumping visnomy, tells you, that he expects nothing better; and, therefore, whose preconceived notions and expectations you do in reality so much less shock in the refusal.

The slight vacuum in the left-hand casetwo shelves from the ceiling-scarcely distinguishable but by the quick eye of a loser— was whilom the commodious resting-place of Brown on Urn Burial. C. will hardly allege that he knows more about that treatise than I do, who introduced it to him, and was indeed the first (of the moderns) to discover its beauties—but so have I known a foolish lover to praise his mistress in the presence of a rival more qualified to carry her off than himself. Just below, Dodsley's dramas want their fourth volume, where Vittoria Corombona is! The remainder nine are as distasteful as Priam's refuse sons When I think of this man; his fiery when the Fates borrowed Hector. Here glow of heart; his swell of feeling; how stood the Anatomy, of Melancholy, in magnificent, how ideal he was; how great sober state: There loitered the Complete at the midnight hour; and when I com- Angler; quiet as in life, by some stream pare with him the companions with whom side. In yonder nook, John Buncle, a I have associated since, I grudge the saving widower-volume, with "eyes closed," mourns of a few idle ducats, and think that I am his ravished mate. fallen into the society of lenders, and little

men.

To one like Elia, whose treasures are rather cased in leather covers than closed in iron coffers, there is a class of alienators more formidable than that which I have touched upon; I mean your borrowers of booksthose mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes. There is Comberbatch, matchless in his depredations!

One justice I must do my friend, that if he sometimes, like the sea, sweeps away a treasure, at another time, sea-like, he throws up as rich an equivalent to match it. I have a small under-collection of this nature (my friend's gatherings in his various calls), picked up, he has forgotten at what odd places, and deposited with as little memory at mine. I take in these orphans, the twicedeserted. These proselytes of the gate are welcome as the true Hebrews. There they stand in conjunction; natives, and naturalised. The latter seem as little disposed to inquire out their true lineage as I am.-I charge no warehouse-room for these deodands, nor shall ever put myself to the ungentlemanly trouble of advertising a sale of them to pay expenses.

That foul gap in the bottom shelf facing you, like a great eye-tooth knocked out (you are now with me in my little back study in Bloomsbury, reader !)—with the huge Switzer-like tomes on each side (like the Guildhall giants, in their reformed posture, guardant of nothing) once held the tallest of my folios, Opera Bonaventura, choice and massy divinity, to which its two supporters (school divinity also, but of a lesser calibre,Bellarmine, and Holy Thomas), showed but as dwarfs,—itself an Ascapart !—that Comberbatch abstracted upon the faith of a theory he holds, which is more easy, I confess, for me to suffer by than to refute, namely, that "the title to property in a book (my Bonaventure, for instance), is in exact ratio to the-knowing at the time, and knowing that I claimant's powers of understanding and appreciating the same." Should he go on acting upon this theory, which of our shelves is safe?

To lose a volume to C. carries some sense and meaning in it. You are sure that he will make one hearty meal on your viands, if he can give no account of the platter after it. But what moved thee, wayward, spiteful K., to be so importunate to carry off with thee, in spite of tears and adjurations to thee to forbear, the Letters of that princely woman, the thrice noble Margaret Newcastle?

knew also, thou most assuredly wouldst never turn over one leaf of the illustrious folio-what but the mere spirit of contradiction, and childish love of getting the better

of thy friend?-Then, worst cut of all! comprehend a tittle !-Was there not Zimmerto transport it with thee to the Gallican man on Solitude? land

Unworthy land to harbour such a sweetness,
A virtue in which all ennobling thoughts dwelt,
Pure thoughts, kind thoughts, high thoughts, her
sex's wonder!

Reader, if haply thou art blest with a moderate collection, be shy of showing it; or if thy heart overfloweth to lend them, lend thy books; but let it be to such a one as S. T. C.-he will return them (generally anti―hadst thou not thy play-books, and books cipating the time appointed) with usury; of jests and fancies, about thee, to keep thee enriched with annotations tripling their merry, even as thou keepest all companies value. I have had experience. Many are with thy quips and mirthful tales? Child of these precious MSS. of his―(in matter oftenthe Green-room, it was unkindly done of times, and almost in quantity not unfrethee. Thy wife, too, that part-French, betterpart Englishwoman !—that she could fix upon no other treatise to bear away, in kindly token of remembering us, than the works of Fulke Greville, Lord Brook-of which no Frenchman, nor woman of France, Italy, or England, was ever by nature constituted to

quently, vying with the originals) in no very clerkly hand-legible in my Daniel; in old Burton; in Sir Thomas Browne; and those abstruser cogitations of the Greville, now, alas! wandering in Pagan lands. I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library, against S. T. C.

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

I saw the skirts of the departing Year.

EVERY man hath two birth-days: two colour; nor was it a poetical flight in a condays, at least, in every year, which set him temporary, when he exclaimed, upon revolving the lapse of time, as it affects his mortal duration. The one is that which in an especial manner he termeth his. In the gradual desuetude of old observances, this custom of solemnising our proper birthday hath nearly passed away, or is left to children, who reflect nothing at all about the matter, nor understand anything in it beyond cake and orange. But the birth of a New Year is of an interest too wide to be pretermitted by king or cobbler. No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

It is no more than what in sober sadness every one of us seems to be conscious of, in that awful leave-taking. I am sure I felt it, and all felt it with me, last night; though some of my companions affected rather to manifest an exhilaration at the birth of the coming year, than any very tender regrets for the decease of its predecessor. But I am none of those who

Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

I am naturally, beforehand, shy of novelties; new books, new faces, new years,Of all sound of all bells—(bells, the music from some mental twist which makes it nighest bordering upon heaven)—most solemn difficult in me to face the prospective. I and touching is the peal which rings out the have almost ceased to hope; and am sanguine Old Year. I never hear it without a gather-only in the prospects of other (former) years. ing-up of my mind to a concentration of all I plunge into foregone visions and conclusions. the images that have been diffused over the I encounter pell-mell with past disappointpast twelvemonth; all I have done or suf-ments. I am armour-proof against old disfered, performed or neglected in that couragements. I forgive, or overcome in fancy, regretted time. I begin to know its worth, old adversaries. I play over again for love, as as when a person dies. It takes a personal the gamesters phrase it, games, for which I

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