good deal of anxiety, which I felt at not being able to accompany you in person. Now I am quite fit for that or any other undertaking; and my gout, after having attacked my lower extremities one after another, has left me just as well as ever again. My intention in sending you for so short a time at first was, that you might get accustomed to the place before you were fixed to a long continuance there. I suppose that among the Eton coaches you will be able to find a place for yourself and your brother as far as London, where I will meet you in person. We none of us expected that you would have been able to make your way so quickly; indeed, upon second thoughts, I almost repented of having sent you to such a vast establishment, particularly without a single friend there. It is much more creditable for you, as it is, to have made these for yourself, and I am perfectly pleased with almost the whole account. The tea and sugar which Henry mentions, I must confess that I think rather an unnecessary luxury. Bread and milk would do just as well, if not better; and when I was a boy I had nothing else. But if it be the custom, I would by all means continue it, as I should not wish you to be singular in any thing. Your mother has given you some cautions respecting accidents. I must beg of you also never to get in debt at any of those pastry-cooks' shops which Henry confesses are so alluring. I have known boys reduced to the most miserable shifts and evasions in consequence of this very fault: it is an imprudence of all others that I would wish the most to warn you against, and I shall trust to your good sense in this respect. You may give the same instructions to Henry, who perhaps requires them more than you do. You must remember that I am not an Etonian, and consequently must fortify yourself with an infinite quantity of patience to answer all the questions I shall put to you when I see you next week; for my curiosity will not be very easily satisfied. Do not accustom yourself to those

phrases which I know are peculiar to public schools: in the first place I shall not be able to comprehend them; and, secondly, I do not consider them at all ornamental. All the family join in best wishes and remembrances to you and Henry; with, my dear Samuel,

Your most loving Father,

R. RASHLEIGH.

PEREGRINE'S SCRAP-BOOK.

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May 1.-Mr. Warren! Mr. Warren !--I hear this day sad reports of that you were visited in the vacation by two of the Conductors of "The Etonian ;" and one was "a country-looking Gentleman," and the other a gentleman with a "pert" nose. Oh! Mr. Warren! Mr. Warren! to talk in this manner of Gentlemen who have put so much money into your pockets. I blush for you! Mind what you are about, Mr. Warren! Somebody that you do not wot of is very anxious to obtain the post of our London publisher.

Και δωσω οἱ, ἐπεὶ τν μοι ἐνδιαθρυπτη.

When next he comes to town, the Country Gentleman shall construe the Greek to you. Very few Country Gentlemen understand Greek, Mr. Warren!

I ought to have noticed, in our last Number, a composition which I received previous to its appearance. A Gentleman (I forget his signature,) has sent us a Parody of Gray's celebrated "Ode to Eton College." I must tell him plainly that such lines would suit Mr. Hone better than Mr. Courtenay. I cannot imagine what portion of our work has induced him to suppose that

"The Etonian" could derive either profit or popularity from the insertion of any thing so disgustingly gross. The Epigrams which he has subjoined want novelty sadly.

May 4-I have the permission of the author of "Godiva" to insert the following Stanzas, which were originally a part of that exquisite poem, but were subsequently omitted. The first extract formed a sort of introduction to the subject:--

When last at Coventry, I stopp'd to dine

At the King's Head, a house ne'er known to fail
In Worcester cider, and in Shropshire ale.

The wine's not quite so good. (Take notice, Reader,
In case hereafter at that inn you call;

For my own part I'm but a moderate feeder,
And 'tis but rarely I drink wine at all;

It's apt to make one bilious.-Should you need a
Glass, lest your dinner or your palate pall,

Restrain your appetite-and I'll engage

You find good port at Da'entry, the next stage.)

This by the way. I sometimes step aside,

As Poets always should, to give advice;
They are the world's instructors,-and should hide
In trope and figure many a precept nice;
Morals and maxims they should all provide,
And homilies for every sort of vice;

They should lash vice, and honour virtue too,
In short-do all that Byron scorns to do.

Such were the bards of old-alone they wander'd
In mystic dreams through haunted dell and grove,
On thoughts sublime their giant spirits ponder'd,
Holding high converse with the powers above:
Mankind with awe their precepts heard, and wonder'd,
And well repaid those precepts with deep love;
They fear'd no critic's censure-sought no praise-—
For critics lived not in those golden days.

But I, who am no wine-bibber, and rather
With my beef-steak prefer a pot of beer,

At Coventry resolved to go no farther

"I think," said I, "I'll take my dinner here.— VOL. III.

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I see my mare is in a perfect lather;

Since dawn I've ridden fifty miles, or near."
And so I stopp❜d, and bade my host prepare
Corn and veal-cutlets-for myself and mare.

The cutlets came, rich, and well-done, and smoking,
(Ketchup improves veal-cutlets very much)
My host came too, a man much given to joking,
Short, fat, and fond of smoking, like the Dutch,
So much, indeed, as to be quite provoking;
But, being quite alone, I thought that such
A plump, good-humour'd, jolly man as he
Might prove indifferent good company.

And so in fact I found him-down we sate

To pipe and porter; quick the jug went round,
And warm and warmer wax'd the high debate,
(I thought his politics extremely sound.)

But when he saw that it was growing late,

He brought a ponderous quarto, clasp'd and bound,
And read an old and wondrous tale, which I,

Most courteous Reader, mean to versify.

The next Stanza was intended to follow Stanza X.

Success to Cobbett! Patriot wise and brave!
Long has he sacrificed at Freedom's altar!
Success to Cobbett! May he shortly have
The rich requital he deserves-a halter !
Success to her whom he intends to save

From Slavery's chains, and may no scoundrel alter
Her old fine laws, no rebel hand tear down

Her dreaded Standard and her honour'd Crown!

We live in wiser days. Ere on our isle
Had Norman William bent his eagle eye,

The Saxon Nobles found it worth their while

To exercise a deal of tyranny.

The abject peasants scarce were seen to smile,
They lived upon hard blows and drudgery,
Follow'd their Lords to war with bills and axes,
And paid, in peace, unconscionable taxes.

The passage of Godiva through Coventry was described in the following manner :—

At length the trampling of a horse's feet

Dispell'd that breathless silence, the deep hush
Of hearts o'erflowing; and along the street,
Her cheeks o'er-crimson'd by a mantling blush,
Borne on a palfrey, whiter than the sleet

Unstain'd that flutters from some frozen bush,
Godiva pass'd-her charms unveil'd and bare-
It matter'd little-for no eye was there.

Oh that I was a Poet! that my pen

Could give the Reader the most faint idea

Of that most lovely vision! ne'er again

(At least I'm sure I hope not) shall we see a
Sight to compare with what-none look'd on then,—
So beauteous, or so shocking-could there be a
New spectacle of that kind, I foretell

A modern mob would not behave so well.

May 10.-I have received to-day what I cannot but consider a very extraordinary request, from a gentleman who dates from Plymouth, and signs himself "Devoniensis." He wishes us to ransack the files of old newspapers in order "to rescue from oblivion an ingenious jeu d'esprit, which appeared in the Morning Chronicle, about eight years ago. It was written in the character of an Eton Boy, who was one of the Salt-bearers in the Montem, in the year 1812 or 1813, as well as I can recollect, and who, being stationed at a spot where the members of the Queen's Council must in their way to Windsor, had occasion to stop the carriages of those noble Lords, and make the usual application for Salt. His account of the reception which he met with from the different Lords, particularly Lords Eldon and Ellenborough, and Sir William Grant, was most humorous and characteristical."

MY DEAR DEVONIENSIS,

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I have a great respect for the Morning Chronicle, and I have a great respect for the Queen's Council, and I