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holy brown, carefully buttoned. I grado was to hot water. It is as a am thus minute in describing his ap- wrestler, however, that he is principearance, because, at the moment, it pally distinguished: to this tugging really made a strong impression on science he has served a series of ap

The expression of his counte- prenticeships. He has blackened nance was most dismally puritanical. himself in the embraces of the athOf his sermon I caught but a few letic coal-porter; he has becoine words ; they were forcible enough! white again in the arms of the fourYou Papists, that are fortunate in carrier; he has hugged the brawny being here, come close, and hearken drayman, and grown greasy in the to me! Heed not the mummery of clutches of the butcher's swab ; he your priests ! your religion is not from has sought improvement by contendGod! It is Paganism, under another ing with rivals of every cast and coname-it is an abominable system of lour; and he now stands before the idolatry!-'Well done, Gideon Ouse- world as a finished and absolute ley!' said a fellow from behind him, master in the science. On the prelevelling, at the same time, a heavy sent occasion the work did not appear clod at the head of the preacher. to go on to his satisfaction; there • The sword of the Lord and of Gi- was much clumsy handling. A broaddeon!' cried an enthusiast, who stood shouldered fellow, however, now ennear the stool. Gideon became tered the ring. Morrow, Hughey!' alarmed, and, descending from his said the doctor. Hughey grinned, perch, made his way hastily through and made an awkward bow. This the crowd. “An abominable out- worthy, I found, had once been a farage!' said a prim-looking personage vourite of the doctor's; they had who was next me. Nay,' said 1, quarrelled, however, and the story of 'you must admit that the preacher their falling out was rather a characcommitted a sort of outrage on the teristic one. The doctor, it appeared, feelings of the crowd. These poor was accustomed to bring the other to people love and honour their reli-. his house in the evenings, to practise gion; and, even if that religion be wrestling in a friendly, or, rather, defective, its blemishes are not to be a domestic way. He was conscious pointed out in this rough way. The that Hughey was an overmatch for multitude are not to be won by tell. him; but, as Mrs. Brennan was to be ing them that they are all Pagans and present, he did not like that this suidolaters !'— They are idolaters !' periority should appear. It was acsaid the saint, growling, as he walk- cordingly stipulated that Hughey was ed off.

to have a certain number of tumbles, A crowd of wrestlers had assem- while the doctor was to be allowed bled near me—a regular ring had to tumble him as often as they conbeen formed-and, on the verge of tended. This went on well for some this ring, upon his small bay, pony, time: Hughey took the whiskyappeared that pink of gymnastic ama- punch, and calmly endured the morteurs, the eccentric Dr. Brennan. tification of defeat. On one unlucky Of this gentleman I had already heard evening, however, as they struggled, much: he is one of those whom the the doctor, in aiming at an outside Dublin wags denominate dusts,' or hook,' happened to strike his friend oddities of the town. He writes too heavily on the shin: the latter pleasantly, prescribes readily, charges got angry, shook himself, and swore moderately, and, by those who could that he would not endure such usage relish low humour, might be looked for all the drink in the doctor's celupon as rather an agreeable boon lar. As he spoke he stretched out companion. Soune say that he pos- his brawny arms-he raised his tremsesses skill, but that the bluntness of bling antagonist aloft. Mrs. Brennan his manners and the vulgarity of his screamed, the tea-table was upset, habits have kept him from rising in the unfortunate physician lay sensehis profession. In his practice, also, less on the floor, and Hughey retired, as a physician, there are some pecu-, accompanied by curses and execraliarities : he is as much attached to tions. the prescribing of turpentine as San- A whisper ran among the crowd that the police were coming: the was now inevitable, and I held it prudoctor overheard the word, turned dent to withdraw. As I moved I round his pony, and rode slowly off. heard two pistols discharged, and beI retired only a few paces, for I was held twenty swords gleaming in the anxious to see the result of this visit. air. The struggle, however, did not In a few moments the ‘men in blue' continue long. On reaching the Spa arrived ; they were headed by the I met with some stragglers, from prim-looking saint to whom I had whom I learned the result. The been speaking. There,' said he, police had succeeded in securing six pointing out poor Hughey, there is prisoners, while two or three others the ruftian who attacked the man of had been borne away from the field the Lord.' The offender was in- dangerously wounded. • Verily,' stantly seized, but his friends at once thought I, the preaching of the closed about him. I saw that a fight pious one hath produced bitter fruit.'

NATIONAL MELODIES.---NO. I.

Irish Air-Cruiskeen Lawn.'
her not the tales be told

That our bards have framed of old,
When their song was for the joyous and the gay;

When they talked of fields of fame,

Whence the wearied warriors came,
That had chased the dark invader far away, away, away,
That had chased the dark invader far away.

Oh! what avails each story

Of Erin's ancient glory,
When the sages and the heroes were her own?

A gloom is o'er her cast,

And the splendour of the past
Can call up shame and sorrow now alone, alone, alone,
Can call up shame and sorrow now alone.

Our days of pride are gone,

As lost slaves we linger on,
Dark and heavy o'er our limbs rest the chain :

And years may take their flight

Ere fair Freedom's holy light
Shall beam upon our country again, again, again,
Shall beam upon our country again
Oh! what avails, &c. &c.

NO. II.
Scotch Air-There's nae Luck.'
Come, leave this town's o'er-crowded walks,

Here Folly spreads her sway,
Here heartless Fashion coldly stalks,

And scares Content away.
Gay frippery strikes the wearied eye,

Smooth nonsense taunts the ear,
And smiles the bosom's pangs belie-
The happy are not here.

Then leave this town's, &c.
Come, then, to different walks we'll steer,

Through rural scenes we'll stray;
Where the poor peasant's talk we'll hear,

Or mark his plain array:
Where through the day we'll wander free

O'er fields all fresh and fair
Come then away, at once, and see
If happiness be there.

Then leave this town's, &c.

LETTER FROM A LONDON STUDENT.

The story

Mr. Editor,—So I see you have ninety-nine times out of a bundred I been favoured with a communica- will answer for your being quite tion from Mr. Jingle, who pretends right. True or false, still Jingle's to be bitterly wroth with me for paper was an amusing one, as I have the liberties I took with his naine no doubt your readers think; and I and his song. This is mere fudge: am not sorry that I was the means, he is delighted with the opportu- unwittingly I confess, of introducing nity it has afforded him of giving him to you. you the recollections of his life But to my task. London, I assure and writings, and would willingly be you, is at this time of the year one of lampooned twice a day for the sake the most delightful places to live in of replying to such attacks. It is that can be imagined. You, I know, not, I am sure, necessary for me to are fond of the country; you have a say to you, that from the beginning kind of passion for rural objects, and to the end of my poetical acquaint- like quiet and solitude, and the conance's communication there is not templation of the beauties of nature. one word to be relied on.

I like all these too, and perhaps not of his birth may, indeed, be true; less than yourself; but then I have, but no thanks to him if it is, for hé besides, a warm admiration for the knows nothing of the matter. The beauties of art. I don't say I can attempts he made to get his poems enjoy the quiet, but I can have as published, and his repulses, seem to much of the retirement, in London, be probable ; but it is because this as I like. Never did one of those part of his narration has an air of anchorites, who, in former times, veracity that I feel more inclined to retired to a desert and lived there doubt it

. With some persons given on herbs and prayer, in the hope to fibbing, one acquires, after a cer- of making themselves acceptable to tain length of acquaintance with Heaven, enjoy a more perfect solitude them, a practice of reducing all they than my rooms afford me. In one of say to truth by means of a sort of the gayest parts of town I can be as arithmetical equation. Thus, if a much to myself as if in a wilderness. man tells you he is worth fifty thou- I have only to tell Larry that I am sand pounds, you may conclude he is not at home, and if a whole army of about to become bankrupt. If a soi- morning-callers were to present themdisant soldier talks to you of the duels selves they would not gain admithe has fought, the men he has killed, tance. A dun would make no more and so on, you may, by a similar pro- impression upon his heart than a cess, safely believe that he has been pauper upon an overseer's; and even a lieutenant in the local militia, and the bailiffs, if they had (as, thank kicked for a coward, until a certain Heaven, they have not !) any business 'part of him can tell by mere instinct with me, would never be able to

penetrate into the recesses of my

whether, Boots are of Spanish or neat's leather.'

chamber. Larry is a jewel of a ser

vant, and tells a harmless lie, for his If an old maid confesses to being master's sake, with a power of face six-and-twenty, you may be sure which does honour to himself and his she is just upon fifty: the lies in country. Then, as to the beauties of each instance forming data by which nature, Covent Garden contains as you may, with more or less dif- it were a concrete essence of all of ficulty, arrive at the facts.—But them: from the earliest primrose to not so with Mr. Jingle; his inven- the biggest potatoe, there is no such tions have often no relation, however place in the world ; and all these I remote, to the truth. They are as can make my own without possessing wild as dreams; and the only safe any more land, as Charles Surface thing you can do, when he says any says, 'than my flower-pots contain.' thing, is, at all hazards, not to believe As for the progress of vegetation, it because he says it. You may, that goes on much more rapidly in perhaps, now and then be wrong; but the square before my window than I

ever saw it before. It is true that I In the landscape department the see no pretty milk-maids, nor the paintings of Linton, Holand, Glover, other pastoral deities which you are and Roberts, are in the very first style so fond of contemplating, because of the art. The others are unquesmilk-maids were always rather scarce tionably of an inferior degree, and commodities in London, and the some of them are not above medioJoint-Stock Milk and Water Com- crity. This is easily accounted for, panies have now cut up their trade; when it is considered that the Royal and so I console myself by looking at Academy must of necessity command the nursery-maids, of whom there is a the best artists in the kingdom; and prodigious quantity.

that all the painters who have an Even if I should be induced, out of ambition to becoine R. A.'s feel a complaisance, to confess that you little shy of enlisting with the rebels have any superiority in the beauties of Suffolk Street. The worst pictures of nature, still, in the beauties of art, in the collection, I mean with reference you must admit that this metropolis to the talents which he has proved has an advantage over every other himself to possess, are those by Hayplace in the country. This naturally don. They are hideous and vulgar leads me to speak of the exhibitions caricatures, and enough of themselves of paintings, with which, at this time to destroy the reputation of the artist, of the year, London abounds. Among and to sink that of the gallery in which others there is one got up by a society they are exhibited. Still I ain so well called the British Artists. I am so convinced of the utility of this instifervent a lover of the art, and so glad tution, that I shall hope to see it prosto see any thing which can have the per, and in another exhibition to have effect of raising it to that place in either none of Mr. Haydon's pictures the public estimation which it ought or much better ones. His best style to hold, that I approve infinitely of would not be too good for such a this institution. You know-every place. body must know—that in the Royal But the exhibition at the Royal Academy, there is no small degree of Academy is really a triumphant one. favouritism prevalent. Certain men The portraits by the President are are marked out as never to be ad- such as we have a right to be proud mitted of the crew,' in consequence of. His women are all beauty; his of some offence they may have com- men all intellect; and while he is, mitted against the majesty of the perhaps, as great a master of colourR. A. Haydon is one among many ing as the world ever produced, there instances of this injustice; and is, is so much of truth and nature about perhaps, the best known, because he his paintings, that you would almost has made so much noise about it. say the canvass thought.'. Of the Others of as great merit, but not so portraits of Mr. Canning, the Duke obstreperous, have been ill treated by of Wellington, and the Lord Chancelthe Royal Academy, and the world is lor, it is impossible to say which is unacquainted with the fact. Dis- the best. The first seems to breathe couraging as this is to many painters, all the intellectual gracefulness of the there is another inducement which original; the second, although the led to the formation of, not a rival, artist has softened down something but an independent, establishment. of that vacant, almost foolish, expresThe Royal Academy's rooms are not' sion of his Grace's mouth, conveys big enough to hold half the pictures not only an admirable likeness, but a which are annually painted for exli- forcible idea of the character of the bition, and the British Artists, there- original. The last is the first really fore, determined to build a place in good portrait that has ever yet been which their pictures would have a fair painted of the Chancellor. He looks chance of being exhibited, and where exactly what he is, an acute lawyer; they might avoid the injustice and in- one whom age has made wary, and solence of the Hanging Committee. whom long practice in chicaneries, Their collection of the present year which are unworthy of the age we (which is their second) is in every way live in, has rendered the most accomereditable to them.

plished quibbler of the day. There

is in his eye, which sparkles out from form a host of talent which can hardly an immense eyebrow, a mingled ex- be exceeded. Pasta has just come, pression of cunning and scorn, where and has played in her old parts of caution tempers malignancy; and, if it Desdemona and Semiramide, with, if diminishes something of its bitter- possible, more than her old excelness, does not make its blow less cer- lence, and has been most rapturously tain. - In the historical department received. The passion and energy of there is a very fine Crowning with her style are beyond all praise. The Thorns, by Hilton, in the first style of graceful elegance which distinguishes the art. The Combat, by Etty, is a Mad. Caradori, though of a different, beautiful painting ; but the design is is not of a less admirable character. not very good, nor at all original. This lady seems to form an exception There are some smaller pictures of to all the other artistes of this, perinfinite merit. Wilkie has the Inte- haps of any other, theatre. Her rior of a Highland Cottage, painted in talents and accomplishments place that beautiful sober style, which, to her in the very first rank of her promy thinking, is far beyond those more fession, and her manners are those of popular pictures in which he has in- a lady; the effect, beyond question, troduced so many figures. Allen's of an education wholly different from Death of the Regent (Murray) is not that of most professional persons. Inonly remarkable for excellent paint- stead of borrowing, as the greater part ing, but for the power with which the of those people do, any consequence story is told. It would not be very from the stage, she confers upon it a amusing to you if I should give you lustre which it has so rarely possessed a catalogue of all the excellent pic- by her refined manners, and infuses tures in the collection ; I must, there- into every part she plays that simplifore, shortly dispatch this subject, by city and unstudied grace which is the assuring you that in every depart- result of a cultivated mind. Mad. ment of the art, excepting landscape, Ronzi de Begnis is full of animation this is the best exhibition that has and beauty; the very perfection of been seen in London for many years; Italian beauty, “black eyes, arched and that it is not only a creditable brows, and sweet expression :' she but a triumphant effort in modern art. has a voice of which every tone is

Then there is the Opera, which, music; but she wants most all that after being beset by all kinds of un- Mad. Caradori has in the utmost perlucky accidents, has at length reco- fection, grace and refinement. The vered itself, and proceeds brilliantly ballet at the Opera is, I must confess, to uphold its reputation as the first only so so; still it is one of the deand best dramatic establishment in lights of London, with this slight town. The company is small, but sketch of which I must now end, complete. Garcia, Curioni, De Beg- having hardly room to tell you, what nis, and Porto, in the male depart- I trust you knew without being told, ment-and, in the female, Mad. that I am yours, infinitely, Pasta, Caradori, Ronzi de Begnis

TERENCE O'Toole.

ORMOND QUAY DURING TERM.

nerves

LEt not the slow-paced invalid— the offspring of litigation; the tribe let not the agitated trembler, whose of the pen, the parchment, and the

are unbraced-let not the seal; the men of the quibble, the drooping child of rheumatism, or the cavil, and the lie; the meagre scrivewry-faced victim of that concentra- ner, the sly attorney, the wily bartion of evils, the gout--let not such rister, and the ever-expecting client, be found lingering on Ormond Quay all thronging eagerly forward, all during Term time. On the footway, looking in varied ways to the same by the river, he may enjoy a walk of end; and, each and all, too deeply tranquillity ; but, if he dares to tread engrossed by their own peculiar inteupon the general path, he suffers for rests to heed for a moment the pain his uncalculating temerity. There which they occasionally, inflict on more the guides, the guardians, and others. A gouty toe may be trampled

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