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• * " _" ¦ _.- ¦ - ¦ _TlECE _MBER 27 , 1845 . ' " THE _NORTHERN CT M ! .. ' % ' _^^ — - _^—¦ - - -- r — * ¦ _- _——— ;
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- _""^ "WREATHIL , _.. _nrop riate to tbe season , and certain doings _ne cted therewith , we cull the following bit of c 0 j _* pn _* e from the last number of oar right trusty _SjJS beto _™*! friend Punch :-. VOICE FB ° HAMFSHIEE OS THE FAT CATTLE SHOW . _^ ranch , Zur , —If youplase , zur , I be a Hampshire " , ' cr . i writes to you cause I knows you wunt mind no t beenn a scollurd , ana ool excuse had spellun and " nth ** - Lookun over the peeaper tother market-day at * . j _, cgter , I zee a count o' the Prize Cattle Show up in i _min . I wanted to know what a sed about the pigs ; _v _« e thev was and where they came vrom . I round as h _tTss third warn ' t a zingle bog vrom Hampshire among ? i „ t You knows that , I dare zay , as well as I do : tae _t _5 _t
... - _-- _« _j -..-.. _^ — ... _averyiikc yonheastonished at it , zummut , Tell _' ee * ff Itj Sj zar . We volks ia Hampshire breeds pigs as ?_ . _02 _z _ _ t to he , and dwoant goo vattennu on em up till _^ _her can ' t wag . We sez pork ought to have lane as well . Lt sn , l we likes our hiliaaeon strakey _, Zarae wi' cattle . Where ' s the saise or razon o' stuffnn aud crammun a _ till a _T- _« ant _jeahle to zee out o' his eyes ? What is ihe me ° * ail at ere _fat - _*** wants know ? Who is j . a 5 ates it * The ile-cake , turmuts , manglewurzle , _lral > b " : * lS eas wasted in maknn one bullick a mon-, _ _f oo & 200 to keep dree orvour viue hoxen in good ImdUhn . " Why , zur , they _med just as well fat up stags _nd hares and _rabbuts , ay , and pheasants and paatridges _, Tor the matter o'that .
fell eewhat , Meascr Fundi , if , ' stead o' vliugun away _cood provender to turn homed animals into Damn Lamwts thev wasto bestow oread and mate , and taters , and tumults on Christians , and make zome o' them a little _fcttsr _ti _, an they be , they'd do more good a precious zight ; __& I ' m hound you be o' the same opinion . 1 be , Zur , yourbajient Zarvent , John _Gaours . Here is a _risht hearty Christmas Song by one of onr sweetest and most popular of minstrels : —
-WE'LL SING _ANOTHER CHRISTMAS SONG . BT EEIZA COOK . -We'll sing another Christinas song , for who shall ever tire , To hear the olden ballad theme around a Christmas fire ? ¦ _ffe-U sag another Christmas song , and pass the wassail Tor fountains that refresh the heart should never he dried up . _Se ' er tell us that each Ynle tide brings more silver to our hair : Tune seldom scatters half the snow tar _% quickly gathers
there . _Thegoadins of Ambition's thorns—the toiling heed of gold'lis these do more than rolling years in making us grow oU : Then shake old Christmas hy the hand—in kindness let him dwell , For he ' s king of right good company , and we should treat him well . "Why _shcuid we let pale Discontent fling canker on the hoars—¦ Tnj _ast regrets lurk round the soul like snakes ia leafy bowers 5 And though the flood of Plenty ' s tide npoa our lot may pour , Ho w oft the lip will murmur still , the horse-leech cry for " more . " We sighfor wealth— -wepant for place—and getting what
we crave . TVe often Sad it only coils fresh chains about the slave . Tear after year may gently lielp to turn the daik locks white , Tint time ne ' er fades a flower so soon as cold and worldly blight : Then shake old Christmas hy the hand—in kindness let him dwell , Tor he ' s king of right good company , and we would treat himwelL Be glad—be glad—stir up the blaze , and let our spirits yield The incense that is grateful as the lilies of the field ; ¦ " Good will to all "— - 'tis sweet and rich , and helps to keep
away The wrinkled pest of frowning brows—and mildew shades of grey . Be glad—be glad—and though we hare some cypress in our wreath , Forget not there are rosehnds too , that ever peep beneath . And th ough long years may line the cheek , and wither up the heart , It is not Time bnt selfish Care , that does the saddest part ; Then shake Old Christmas hy the hand—in kindness let him dwell , Tor he ' s king of right good _cempauy , and we should treat him-well . We now come to the " great fact" of the last few days . On Saturday last _wza published
Stic _& vit _& ct on tp _f _^ eavilj . —& ' _Sfaivif Sale ot _ffiomt . BS CHAELES DICKENS . London : Bradbury and Evans , 90 , Fleet-street . A beautiful tale this is ; aud though a widely different , and in some respects Inferior story to either the " Carol" er the " Chimes , " it is , nevertheless , a right worthy successor to both , and cannot fail to _fnrafeh entertainment , and diffuse delight , wherever it appears . The view we take of ilr . Dickeks ' s three Christmas offerinss , mav be thus briefly expressed : — The first ( the " Carol" ) , while exhibiting tlie crime and folly of grasping selfishness , at the same time teaches the great * lessoa . that the happiness of each
individual is only to _bs ensured by eacli labouring to _prxnote the happiness of all . 'Ihismoral , illustrated by a gtory perfect in every sense , makes the ' Carol " _amodel for Christmas stories ; and , viewed as such , the "Carol" at present stands , and probably for ever wiU stand , anrivalied .. The second ( the " Chimes" ) , viewed politically , is the best of the author ' s-works . As an exposition of tbe wrongs and sufferings endured by the many , and a vindication of their rights and claims to justice , —so regarded , the " Chimes" is superior to the " CaroL" Mr . Dickexs ' s present production , considered _^ as a CAristmas storv , will not bear comparison with the "Carol ; " indeed it might have been published at
Midsummer instead of Christmas ,- as it contains nothing _relatiing to Christmas , excepting a slight description of wintry weather , the time of the story being laid in the month of January . "Viewed potitically , the present story is not to be placed in competition with the " Chimes ; " indeed it is a totally different story . Air . _Dickess , in his " Cricket on the Hearth , ' Las " devoted nimselt wholly to the work of portraying home-scenes and _kome-feelims . Love , jealousy , and parental afiection , these are the themes of which the * " Cricket" sings ; and inferior , in many respects , as this story 13 to both its predecessors , it , nevertheless , has beauties of its own to which neither the " Carol" nor the " Chimes" can lay claim .
The story is divided into three divisions , called "Chirps . " " We begin at the beginning , and take our first quotation from
< £ f ) irn _tfjc _JFirst . If the reader has an eye and ear for poetry , he will not read much of the beautiful description of the dear delightful domestic scene , contained in the following extract , before he finds himself gratified to his heart's fulness : —
THE KETTLE AKD THE CBICKET . Mrs . Peerybingle going out Into the raw twilight , and clicking over the wet stones in a pair of pattens that worked innumerable rough impressions of the first pro . PDsitionin Euclid all about the yard—Mrs . Peerybingle filled the Kettle at the water butt . Presently returning , less the pattens : and a good deal less , for they were tall and Mrs . Peerybingle wa 3 but short : she set the _Settle on the fire . " In doing which she lost her temper , or mislaid it for an instant ; for the water—being uncomfortably cold , and in that slippy , _slashy , sleety sort of state wherein it seems to penetrate through every kind of substance , patten rings included—had laid hold of Mrs . _Perrybingle ' s toes , and even splashed her legs . And when we rather plume ourselves { with reason tool
upon our legs , aud keep _owselves particularly neat iu point of stockings , we find tnis , for the _momsnt , hard to bear . Besides , the Kettle was aggravatingand obstinate . It wouldn ' t allow itself ti be adjusted on the top bar ; it wouldn ' t hear of accommodating itself kindly to the knobs of coal ; it would lean forward with a drunken air , and dribble , a very Idiot of a kettle , on the _hearta . It was quarrelsome ; and hissed and spluttered morosely at the fire . To sum np ali , the lid , resisting Mr * . Peerybingle ' s fingers , first of all turned topsy-turvy , and then , with an _ingenious pertinacity deserving ofa better cause , dived sideways in—down to the very bottom of the Kettle . And the hull of the Koyal George has never made _half the monstrous resistance in coming out ofthe water , which the lid of that Kettle emnloved against Mrs .
Peerybingle , before she got it up again . It looked sullen anil pig-headed enough , _erea then ; carrying its handle with an air ot defiance , and cocking its spoat pertly and mockingly at Mrs . Peerybingle , _**> if it said , " I won t boil . _Nothing shall induce _ffiC . " ButMrs . Peerybingle , with restored good humour , dssted her chubby little hands against each other , and _« t down before the Kettle : laughing . Meantime , the joll y blaze uprose and felL flashing and gleaming on the _Ettle Haymaker at the top of the Dutch clock , until one _™> Sht have thought he stood stock still before the _Moorish Palace , and nothing was in motion bat the flame . _E * was on the move , however , and had his spasms , two 10 'he second , all right and regular . But his sufferings
_^ _hen the clock was going to strike , were frig htful to _be-* ° _'d ; and when a Cuckoo looked * out of a trap-door iu * Palace , and gave notice sis . times , it shoofehim , each ti _* _De 1 like a spectral voice—or like a something wiry , flocking at his legs . It was not until a violent _com-•^ _ofi-m and a whirring noise among the weights and ?* Pes below him had quite subsided , that this terrified _" _3 yniake r became himself again . 2 for was he startled _^ _ttont reason ; for these rattling , bony skeletons of f _/ o . - * is are very uisconcerting in their operation , and u _,,, _der Ver ' muc ! l ll 0 W _any set ° _^ ' most ° _^ _* » - _ioi _? Dutchmen , can have had a liking to invent ttem . v tiere fe a po ? nlar _^ _gjjgf that Dutch-Men love broad cases and much clothing for their " ¦ "Huso- selirs ; aud they might know better than
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_S ing mellow r _„ 7 T - . * ' that the Kettle ' SrowgelSn ' T in 1 _TT _'* t * 8 fa _^ have _irreprefsible _^^ hi _l _? c £ _2 _^^ _V" _^ in _* ort vocal ™» le up _t _oSl Z i htt < i ' _^ hiaa , t _***» that _-iv . r V J , ' be _S ° 011 c * _'npa " . V . Xow i t was « ... „ 1 _"SSTXot _^ _ZZt" _•**™* " « s . » _*¦ ~ h huUub 0 ut tne chimney _wlluati _^^^^^ _o _. _-. _^
as its aKnllZ ± . ?_ H . -corner as its own domestic heaven " tfrnii _^* S-corner oS tation J T S 0 UJJ ° the Kettle ' s _™« a song ot invitation and welcome to somebody out of doorsnu _™ _u _\ 0 l that _"r «¦*« _«* _towatXthe Sever Z p _* _^ f fi ' e- _'" _« _eis no doubt wiiate \ er . Mrs . Peerybingle knew it , perfectly a _<; she sat musing before the hearth . It ' s nd _ r f _atht wa f t _^ andtUe rotteu le _™ «« \ S : i £ way ; and above , all is mist and darkness , and below all is _mu-e and clay _; and there ' sonly one relief iu al the sad and murky air ; and I don't know that it is one , for _J
_tWhingbutaglar e . of deepand angry crimson , where the sun and wmd together , seta brand upon the ' clouds , for being guilty of such weather ; and the widest open country is a l 011 g dull streak of black ; aud _there _' shoartroston the finger-post , and thaw upon the track and the ice it isn ' t water , and the water isn ' t free- and you couldn ' t say that anything is what it ought to bebut he s coming , coming , coming !_ And here , if you like the Cricket did chime in ! with a Chirrup , Chirrup , Chirrup of such magnitude , byway of chorus ; with a voice , = 0 _astoundmgl y disproportionate to its size , as compared rath the Kettle ; ( size ; you couldn ' t See it !) that if it had then and there burst itself like an overcharged gnu if it had fallen a victim on the spot , and chirl rupped its little body into fifty pieces : it would have seemed a natural and inevitable consequence , for which it had expressl y laboured . The Kettle had had the last
of its solo performance . Itpersevered with undiminished ardour ; but the Cricket took first fiddle andiept it . Good Heaven , how itehirped ! Its shrill , sharp , piercing voice resounded through the house , and seemed to twinkle iu the outer darkness like a Star . There was on indescribable little trill and tremble in it at its loudest , which suggested its being carried off its legs , and made to leap again , by its own intense _euthusiasm . Yet they went very well together , the Cricket ana the Kettle . The burden of the song was stai the same ; and louder , louder , louder still , they sang it in their emulation . * # # There was all the excitement of a race about it . Chirp , chirp , chirp I Cricket a mile ahead . Hum , hum , humm—m ! Kettle making play in the distance , like a great top . Chirp , chirp , chirpl Cricket round the corner . Hum , hum , hum—m—m ! Kettle sticking to him in his own way ; no idea of giving in . Chirp , chirp , chirp . ' Cricket fresher than ever . Hum , hum , hum—m—ml Kettle slow and stead y . Chirp , chirp , chirp ! Cricket going in
to finish him . Hum , hum , hum—m—m 1 Kettle not to be finished . Until , at last , they got so jumbled together , in the burry-skurry , helter-skelter , of the match , that _whether the Kettle chirped and the Cricket hummed , or the Cricket chirped and the Kettle hummed , or they both chirped and both hummed , it would have taken a clearer head than _youi _^ s or mine to have decided with anything like certainty . But of this , there is no doubt : that the Kettle and the Cricket , at one and the same moment , and by some power of amalgamation best known to themselves , sent , each , his fireside song of comfort streaming into a ray of the candle that shone out through the window ; and a long way down the lane . Aud this light , bursting on a certain person who , ou the instant , approached towards it through the gloom , expressed the whole thing to bim , literally in a twinkling , and cried , " Welcome home , old-fellow J Welcome home , my Boy !" This end attained , the Kettle , being dead beat , boiled over , and was taken off the fire .
_JOHN PEERYBIXGIX , XnE _CARRIEI _? , At this moment Mrs . Peerybingle runs to the door to meet the person whose approach had been so cheerily heralded hy the kettle and the cricket . This person , as might be anticipated , is J / _ra . Peergbmgle ' s bigger half , her husband , a worthy but somewhat stolid personage , possessing an excellent heart , but lumbering and slow in his ideas ; often committing half a joke , but never finishing it . Mrs , Peerybingle , as already described , is very little , and very young , her husband , who is a carrier , is both much bigger and much older . Speaking of the honest carrier , Air . Dickens beautifully observes : — "Oh ! Mother Nature ! give thy children the true poetry of heart , thathiditselfinthispoorcarrier ' sbreast , andwe can . bear to have them talking prose , and leading lives of prose ; and bear to bless thee for their company I " In allusion we suppose to her littleness , the carrier
fanularly calls his wife " Dot" ( her real name is Mary ); a baby appears in this scene with its nurse , a queer looking character , named " Tilly Slowboy , " who has " a rare and surprising talent for getting the baby into difficulties , " by letting it fell , or bringing its head in contact with deal doors , dressers , stairrails , bed-posts , < fcc . Numerous little endearments pass between the husband and wife which we must pass over . __ The Cricket on the Hearth in the meantime is chirruping away louder than ever , to the great delightof both "John" and his wife , the latter remarking tbat "to have a Cricket on the Hearth is the luckiest thing in all the world . " " Boxer , " the dog , is a prominent character in this scene , and will be a great favourite with the reader . The Carrier i 3 seated at- his meal , his wife is busying herself in arranging the parcels , when putting the question " so these are all the parcels , are they , John ?'"
" 'That ' s all , ' said John . ' Why—no—I— ' laying down his knife and fork , and taking a long breath , ' I declare—I ' ve clean forgotten the old gentleman ! ' ' The old gentleman ! ' ' In the cart , ' said John . * He was asleep , among the straw , the last time I saw him . I ' ve very nearly remembered him twice , since I came in ; but he went out of my head again . Halloa 1 Yahip there ! rouse up ! That ' s my hearty 1 " The " old gentleman" had "long white hair ; good features ; singularly bold and well defined ; and dark , bright , penetrating eyes . " The stranger appears to be extremely deaf , and the Carrier and his wife have great difficulty in making him comprehend their replies to his questions . Another character is now introduced , one " Caleb Plummer , " a toymaker , who , never losing sight of his profession , " misses no
opportunity of _turningrpassing circumstances to account j thus having an order i ' ar " barking dogs , " he requests permission of Mrs . Peerybingle to be allowed to pinch Boxer's tail , that he may make Boxer bark , that so , in making his toy-dogs , he may be enabled to go as close to Katur" as he possibly can , for sixpence ! The reader must not suppose , however , that Caleb ' s mind being thus intent on business , that therefore poor Caleb is a huxtering money-grubber ; a very different character is he . The poor working toymaker has an employer , the evil genius . of the story , bv name "Taekleton , " pretty generally known as " Gruff and Tackleton "—for that was the firm , though Gruff had been bought out long ago ; only leaving his name , and , as some said , his nature , according to its Dictionary , meaning , in the business .
TACKLETON , THE TOT MERCHANT , was a man whose vocation had been quite misunderstood by his Parents and Guardiaus . If they had made him a Money-lender , or a sharp Attorney , or a Sheriff ' s Officer , or a Broker , he might have sown his discontented oats in his youth , and after having had tbe full-run of himself in ill-natured transactions , might hare turned oat amiable , at last , for the sake of a little freshness and novelty . But , cramped and chafing iu the peaceable pursuit of toy-making , be was a domestic Ogre , who had been living on children all his life , and was then- implacable enemy . He despised all toys ; wouldn ' t hare bought one for the world ; delighted , in his malice , to insinuate grim expressions into the faces of brown-paper farmers who drove pigs tomarket _. _bt'Hinenwhoadvertisedlostlawyers ' _consciences ,
moveable old ladies who darned stockings or carved pies ; and other like samples of his stock in trade . In appall _, ing masks ; hideous , hairy , red-eyed Jacks in Boxes ; Vam . pire Kites ; demoniacal Tumblers who wouldn't lie down , and were perpetually flyiug forward , to stare infants out of countenance ; his soul perfectly revelled . They were his only relief , and safetyvalve . He was great in such inventions . Anything snggestive of a Pony-nightmare , was delicious to him . He had even lost money ( and he took to that toy very kindly ) by getting up Goblin slides for magic lanterns , whereon the Powers of Darkness were depicted as a sort of supernatural shell-fish , with human faces . . In intensifying the
portraiture of Giants , he had sunk quite a little capital ; and , though no painter himself , he could indicate , for the instruction of his artists , with a piece of chalk , a certain furtive leer for the countenances of those monsters , that was safe to destroy the peace of mind of any young gentleman between the ages of six and eleveH , for the whole Christmas or Midsummer Vacation . What he was in tojs , he was ( as most men are ) in all other things . You may easily suppose , therefore , that within the great green cape , which reached down to the calves of his legs , there was buttoned up to the chin an uncommonly pleasant fellow ; and that he was about as choice a spirit and as agreeable a companion , as ever stood in a pair of _bullheadetl looking boots with mahogany coloured tops .
And this delightful gentleman was about to be married , married too to a young and beautiful woman , one " May Fielding , " who , despairing of the return of an absent lover , and persecuted by the importunities of her silly but " genteel" mother , bad relaetuntly consented to this unnatural union . latklzim being in his element when trying to make other folks miserable , attempts , in a conversation n . itk the Carrier , to make honest John doubt that he ( the Carrier ) is . really so happy with his good little wife as he says he his . While this conversation is being carried on " aside , " all parties present are startled and alarmed by hysteric screams from little Bot . This first frightens , and then annoys , the Carrier ! who , somehow , cannot help connecting his wife ' s _strange demeanour with the presence of the old deaf stranger . His perplexity is further , increased , Tacklelonand Caleb having departed , by the stranger unexpectedly requesting permission to sleep in thei
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Carrier s house for that night , aud which request the wife immediately , and witli very suspicious alacrity , assents to , even _bsfore the Carrier can sav aye or no rhe stranger retires for the night , and John turns to ins pipe for rehd trou his perplexities , and finds it in the tollowimr n _....
. irpr visioxs . Then Bot : quite well again , she said : quite well a _» ain arranged the great chair in the chimney-corner for her husband ; filled his pipe and gave it him ; and took her usual little stool beside him on the hearth . She always would sit on that little stool ; Iihnk she must have had akmd ofnotiontliatituasa coaxing , wheedling , little stool . She was out and out , the very best filler of a pipe , 1 should say , in the four quarters of the globe . To sec her put that chubby little _finger in the bowl , and then blow down tbe pipe to clear the tube ; and when she had done so , affect to think that there was really _somethium the tube , and blow a dozen times , and hold it to her eye like a telescope , with a most provoking twist iu her capital little face , as she looked down it ; was quite a brilliant thing . As to the tobacco , she was perfect mistress of the subject ; and her lighting of the pipe , with a wisp of paper , when the Carrier had it in his
mouthgoing so very near his nose , and yet not scorching itwas Art ; high Art , sir . And the Cricket and the kettle turning up again , acknowledged it ! The bin-lit fire , blazing up again , acknowledged it ! The littc Mower on the clock , in his unheeded work , _acknowledged it ! The Carrier , in his smoothing forhead and expanding face , acknowledged it , the readiest of all . And as he soberly and thoughtfully puffed at his old pipe ; and as the Dutch clock ticked ; and as the red fire gleamed ; and as the Cricket chirped ; that Genius of his Hearth and Home ( for such the Cricket was ) came out , in fairy shape , into the room , and summoned many forms of Home about him . Dots of all ages , and of all sizes , filled the chamber . Dots who were merry children , running on before him , gathering flowers , in the fields ; coy Dots , halfshrinkingfrom , _halfyieldiiigto , the pleadingof his own rough image ; newly married Dots , alighting at the door .
aud taking wondering possession of the household kevs : motherly little Dots attended by fictitious _Sloivboys , ' bearing babies to be christened ; matronly Dots , still young and blooming , watching Dots of daughters , as thev dauced at rustic balls ; fat Dots encircled and beset bv troops of rosy _grand-children ; withered Dots , who leaned on sticks , and tottered as they crept aiong . Old Carriers , too , appeared , and blind old Boxers lying at their feet ! and newer carts with younger drivers ( " Peervbingle Brothers on the tilt "); and sick old Carriers , tended by the gentlest hands ; and graves of _dL-ad and gone old Carriers , green in the churchyard . And as the Cricket shewed him all these things—he saw them plaiuly , though his eyes were fixed upon the fire—the Carrier ' s heart grew light and happy , and he thanked his Household _Oods with all his might , and cared no more for _Gruft' and Tackleton than you do .
© Tjt ' _rp _tlje _© ccoim Makes us more intimately acquainted with the eccentric but noble-hearted Caleb Plummer , and introduces us to his daughter who is blind . She is not only physically blind , but she is also mentally blind to the circumstances connected with her father and herhome . Theiormcrshe bclievesto beahale , hearty , and happy man , and the latter a little paradise oi neatness and comfort ; whereas the reverse of these is the truth in both cases . Her delusion arises from the fact of her father having , through pity and intense love for his child , so represented all tilings to her as to ensure her happiness , at tiie expense to himself of additional pain and trouble . A most interesting couple are
THE TOT M & KEH . AKD HIS BLIND _DACCHTEB . The Blind Girl never knew that ceilings were discoloured ; walls blotched , and bare of plaster here and there ; high crc / ices unstopped , and widening every day ; beams mouldering aud tending downward . The Blind Girl never knew that iron was rusting , wood rotting , paper peeling off ; the very size , and shape , and true proportion of the dwelling , withering away . The Blind Girl never knew tbat ugly shapes ofdelf and earthenware were on the board ; that sorrow and faint-heartedness were in the house ; that Caleb's scanty hairs were turning greyer and more grey before her sightless face . The Blind Girl never knew they had a master , cold , exacting and uninterested : never knew that Tackleton was Tackleton
in short ; but lived in the belief of an eccentric humourist who loved to have his jest with thein ; and wllile ho was the Guardian Angel of their lives , disdained to hear one word of thankfulness . And all was Caleb ' s doing ; all the doing of her simple father ! But he too had a Cricket on his Hearth ; and listening sadly to its _uiusie when tlie motherless Blind Child was very young , that Spirit had inspired him with tlie thought that even her great deprivation might be almost changed into a blessing , and the girl made happy by these little means . For all the Cricket Tribe are potent Spirits , even though the people who hold converse with them do not know it ( which is frequently the case ); and there are not in the Unseen World , Voices more gentle and more true ; that may be so implicitly relied on , or that are so certain to _givo none but tenderest counsel ; as the Voices in whieh the Spirits of the Fireside and the Hearth , address themselves to human kind .
Into this very poor , but—at least to one of the inmates thereof—charmed home , the ovil genius of the story , Tackleton , thrusts his ill-looking head , catching poor Caleb in the fact of pretending to be vers merry , and singing something about a Sparkling Bowl . Soon after the appearance of this worthy , company more _pleasant arrive , in the persons of Mr and Mrs . Peerybingle , who reguiariy , once a fortnight since their marriage , have been used to hold an indoor _l'ic-Nic at the toymaker _' s . May Fielding and her "genteel" mother are also present , together with the self-invited delectable Tachhton . The vide in . the Carrier's cart of the Peerybingle ' s to Caleb Plummer ' s ( the two parties live in separate towns or villages ) is most graphically described . Here is a charming picture of our lbur-foo : ed iriend
BOXER . Then , Boxer gave occasion to more good-natured recognitions of and by the Carrier , than half a dozen Chris _, tians could have done ! Everybody knew him , all along the road , especially the fowls an _* l p igs , who , when thoy saw him _approaches with his body all on one side , and his ears pricked up inquisitively , aud that knob of a tail making the most of itself in the air , immediately withdrew into remote back settlements , without waiting for the honour of a nearer acquaintance , He had business everywhere ; going down all the turnings , looking into all tbe wells , bolting in and out of all the cottages , dashing _i-uto tbe midst of all the _Dame-Schools , fluttering all the pigeons , magnifying the tails of all the cats , aud trotting into the public-houses like a regular customer . Whereever he went , somebody or other might have been heard to cry , " Halloa ! Here ' s Boxer !"
At length all parties are seated at the Pie-Nie board , 0 >«/ and Tackleton doing the agreeable , and about as muck at home as a fresh young salmon en the top of the Great Pyramid ! A regular Dog in the Manger—he could _' nt laugh himself , and when others laughed he took it into his head that they must be laughing at him . We are compelled to pass over much that is beautiful , and come at once to a striking scene , _whish , however , we must outline ia a few words . In the course of the evening Tackleton taking the carrier aside , intimates thathe has something most important to disclose to him , and takes him to a window , looking through which he sees
THE " OXD JU . \' " AXD " DOT . '" He saw her with the old man ; old no longer , but erect and gallant , bearing in his hand the false white hair thai had won his way into their desolate and miserable home . He saw her listening to him , as he bent his head to whisper in her ear ; and , suffering him to clasp her round the waist , as they moved slowly down the dim wooden gallery towards the door by which they had entered it . He saw them stop , and saw her turn—to have the face , the face he loved so , so presented to his vfew . '—and saw her , with her own hand , adjust the Lie upon his head , laughing , as she did it , at his unsuspicious nature ! Tlie poor Carrier ' s agony may b 3 conceived . The party shortly after breaks up , and the Carrier aud his wife return home .
To reader clear what follows , we should premise that , previously to the Carrier discovering his wife and the pretended old man so suspiciously together , the stranger lias engaged to take up hU abode at the Carrier ' s for a time , where he now is , asleep , or supposed to be so . The opening of
_© _Ijirn _tflc eljim is the most powerfully written portion of the story . Though the extract we are about to give is lengthy it needs no excuse , ( unless , indeed , we excuse ourselves to the author , for what he may consider th . * great liberty we are taking with his work in quoting so freely from it ) , its power and beauty sufficiently commend it .
THE UNHAPPY _UOSBAXD . The Dutch clock in the corner struck Ten , when the Carrier sat down by his fireside . So troubled and griofworn , that he seemed to scare the Cuckoo , who , having cut his ten melodious announcements . is short as possible , plunged back into the Moorish Palace again , and clapped his little door behind him , as if the unwonted upectaele were too much for his feelings . If the liltl ; Haymaker had been armed with the sharpest of scythe " , and had cut at every stroke into the Carrier's heart , he never could have gashed and wounded it , as Dot had done . It was a heart so full of love for her ; so boun 1 up and held together by innumerable thr * a ' s of winn- _' n ' remembrance , spun from the daily working of her many qualities of endearment ; it was a heart in which she had enshrined herself so gently and so closely ; a heart so
single and so earnest In its Truth : so strong in right , sc weak iu wrong : that it could cherish neither passion nor revenge at first , and had only room to hold the broken image of its Idol . But slowly , slowl y ; as the Carrier sat brooding on his hearth , now cold aud dark ; other and fiercer thoughts began to rise within him , as an angry wind comes-rising in the night . The Stranger was beneath his outraged roof . Three steps would lake him to his chamber door . One Wow would beat itiu . "You might do Murder before you know it , " Tackleton had said . How could it be Murder , if he gave the Villain time to grapple with him hand to hand ! He was the younger man . It was an ill-timed thought , bad for the dark mood of his mind . It was an angry thought , goading him to some aveng ing act , that should change the _cheetful house into a haunted place which lonely travellers would dread to pass bynight ; aud where the timid would see shadows struggling
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m the ruined windows when the moon was dim , and hear wild noises in the stormy weather . He was the younger man . ' Yes , yes ; some lover who had won the heart that he had never touched . Some lover of her early choice : of whom she had thought and dreamed : for whom she had pined and pined : when lie had fancied her so happy by his side . Oh agony to think of it ! She had been above stairs with the Bab y , getting it to bed . As he sat brooding on the hearth , she came close beside liim , without his knowledge—in the turning of the rack of his great misery , he lost all other soundsand put her little stool at his feet . He only knew it , when he felt her hand upon his own , and saw her looking up into his face . With _woudcr ? No . It was his first impression , and ho was fain to look at her again , to set it right . No , not with wonder . With an eager and inquiring look ; but not with wonder . At first it was alarmed and serious ; then it changed into a
strange , wild , dreadful smile of recognition of his thoughts ; then tl ere was nothing but her clasped hands on her brow , and her bent head , and her falling hair . Though the power of Omnipotence had been his to wield at that moment , he had too much of its Diviner property of Mercy in his breast , to have turned one feather ' s weight of it against her . But he could not bear to see her crouching down upon the little seat where he had often looked on her , with love and pride , so innocent and gay ; and when she rose and left him , sobbing as she went , he felt it a relief to have the vacant place beside him rather than her so long cherished presence . This in itself was anguish keener than all ; reminding him how desolate lie was become , and how the great boiid of his life was rent asunder . The more he felt this , and the more he knew he could have better borne to see her lying prematurely dead before him with her little child upon her breast , the higher and the stronger rose his wrath against his enemy _.
TEMPTATION AND DELIVERANCE . He looked about him for a weapon . There was a Gun , hanging on the wall . He took it down , and moved a pace or two towards the door ofthe perfidious Stranger ' s room . He knew the gun was loaded . Some shadowy idea that it was just to shoot this man like a Wild Beast , seized him ; and dilated in his mind until it grew into a monstrous demon in complete possession of him , casting out all milder thoughts and setting up its undivided empire . That phrase is wrong . Not casting out his milder thoughts , but artfully transforming them . Changing them into sourges to drive him on . Turning water into blood , wove into hate , Gentleness into blind ferocity . Her image , sorrowing , humbled , but still pleading to his tenderness and mercy with resistless power , never left his mind ; but staying there , it urge J him to the door ; raised the weapon to his shoulder ; fitted and nerved his finger to the trigger ; and cried
"KUlhira : In his Bed ! " He reversed the Gun to beat the stock upon the door ; lie already held it lifted ill tilt air ; some indistinct design was in his thoughts of calling out to him , to fly for God ' s sake , by the window—when , suddenly , the struggling fire illuminated tho whole chimney with a glow of light ; and the Cricket on the Hearth began to chirp ! No sound he could have heard -. no human voice , not even her ' _s , could so have moved and softened him . The artless words in which she had told him of her love for this same Cricket , were once move freshly _speken ; her trembling , earnest manner at the moment , was again befoie him ; her pleasant voice—oh what a voice it was for making household music at the _fireside of an honest man;—thrilled through and through his better nature , and awoke It into life and action . He recoiled from the door , like a man walking m his sleep , awakened from a frightful dream ; and put the Gun aside . Clasping his hands before his face , he then sat down again beside the fire , and found relief in tears .
THE CRICKET AND THE FAIWES . Tho Cricket on the Hearth came out into the room , and stood in Fairy shape before him . "I love it , " said the Fairy Voice , repeating what he well remembered , " for the many times I have heard it , and the many thoughts its harmless music has given me . " " She said so ! " cried the Carrier . "True ! " "This has been a happy Home , John - , and I love the Cricket for its sake ! " "It has been , Heaven knows /' returncd tlie Carrier . "She made it happy , always—until now . " "So gracefully sweet _, tempered ; so domestic , joyful , busy , and light-hearted !" said the Voice . " Otherwise I never could have loved her as I did , " returned the Carrier . The Voice , correctin *; him , said , " Do . " Tbe Carrier repeated " as I did . " But not firmly . His faltering tongue resisted his control , and would speak in its own way , for himself and him
The Figure , in an attitude of invocation , raised its hand and said : "Upon your own hearth "— "The hearth she has blighted , " interposed the Carrier . " The hearth she has—liow often!—blessed and brightened , " said the Cl'icket : " the hearth which , but for her , were onl y a few stones and bricks and rusty bars , but wliich has beon _, through her , the Altar of your Home ; on wliich you have nightly sacrificed some petty passion , selfishness , or care , and offered up the homage of a tranquil mind , a trusting nature and an overflowing heart ; so that the smoke from this poor chimney has gone upward with a better fragrance than the richest incense that is burnt before the richest shrines in a'l the gaudy Temples of this world!—upon your own _heartU ; in its quiet sanctuary -, surrounded by its gewtle influences and associations ; hear her ! hear me ! Hear
everything that speaks the language of your hearth and home I" "And pleads for her' " enquired the Carrier . " All things that speak the language of your hearth and home , _niHsJ plead for her !" returned the Cricket . "For they speak the Truth . " And while the Carrier , with his head upon liis hands , continued to Sit meditating in lllS chair , the P _.-a & cneostood _hesi-le liim ; _susirostiiig his refleclions by its power , and presenting them before him , as in a Glass or Picture . It was not a solitary Presence . From the hearthstone , from the chimney , from the clock the pipe , the _k-jttle , aud the cradle ; from the floor , the walls , the ceiling , and the stairs ; from the cart without and the cupboard within , and tlie household implements ;
from everything and ever place with which she had _eveibeen familiar , and with which she had ever entwined one recollection of herself in lei'unhappy husband ' s mind ; Fairies came trooping forth . Not to stund beside him as the Cricket did , but to busy and bestir themselves . To do all honour to Her image . To pull him by tinskirts and point to him when it appeared . To cluster round it , and embrace it , and strew flowers for It to tread on . To try to crown its fair head with their tiny hands To show that they were fond of it and loved it ; anil thai there was not one ugly , wicked , or accusatory creature to claim _knowledge of it—none but their playful and approving selves . "
For the remainder of this powerfully-written description of tho poor Carrier ' s jealous thoughts anil reflections , wc must refer tho reader to the work itself . Finally the unfortunate husband ' s better nature triumphs , and while he pities his wife , he blames himself for his present misery , in having married one so much younger than himself , at tlh _* same time that her heart , as he now feels assured , was engaged to another of her own age . Early in the morning ( the Carrier has sat by the fireside all night ) Tackleton arrives , evidently with the charitable intent of making himself happy (?) by witnessing the Carrier ' s misery . Shortly afterwards it is
discovered that the deceiviug stranger has _clandes' . inely left the house . The Carrier and Tackleton _en-( , 'age in conversation , in the course of wliich the former expatiates upon his own selfishness and folly in marrying poor little "Bot" so much younger , and , in many respects , so much unlike himself . He expresses his unabated love for his wife , but determined to release her from all connexion with himself , he declares bis intention of sending her home to hei father and mother , but adds , that as long as he may live he shall love her to the last . This conversation has been overheard by the wife , unobserved by the husband . " Dot" begs that he will wait tlil the clock lias struck again . He assents , and now comes
the _rfeiiouement ! . Before the clock strikes , Caleb Plummer and Bertha ( the blind girl ) arrive ; a most affecting scene occurs between these two , in which the father undeceives his poor blind daughter as to all her delusions , but this we must not attempt to describe , Presently the wheels of a carriage are heard , the carriage stops , and in another moment a young man rushes into the room , bearing with him May Fielding . This young man proves to be the sailor-son of Caleb Plummer , supposed to have long since died in the " Golden South Americas . " Caleb and Bertha are iu a moment made happy by the recovery of a long-lost son and brother , and as quickly the three are locked in each others arras . At this moment the clock strikes , and the Carriei' enters . Mvaueing to meet the sailor , he
recognises the features of the pretended deaf old man , who had caused him so much trouble . Explanations ensue , in the midst of which Tackleton , who has lost May Fielding , arrives , to claim that young lady to accompany him to church . She declines , her name being no longer May Fielding , but May Plummer , she having made the change that morning by marrying the sailor . Edward Plummer hearing , on his return to England , that his sweetheart ( May ) was about to bestow her hand upon Tackleton , had determined to ascertain if the match was by her _oivn desire , and if not , to take steps to prevent it . Hence his assuming the disguise , hence the hysteric screams uttered by Mrs . Peerybingle on the night of his arrival , she having recognised him . Hence the secret meeting in
Tackleton ' s warehouse , to concert measures to save May , and foil Tackleton ; and hence too , the jealousy and misery suffered by the poor Carrier . The rapturous n conciliation of honest John with his wife , must be read in full to be enjoyed ; and never have we read anything we have more enjoyed . The good little " Bot , " crying , smiling , breathless in her haste to clear herself of the taint implied in her husband's misgivings . The dumbfoundered condition of John , his penitence , his anxiety to atone for his foolishness ; the-little woman keeping him off at arm ' s length , and crying , " Not yet , John , don't love me yet , John , till I have explained ail ; " and finally , Jolm , no longer to be kept back , hugging " Bot" in his arms : —all combine to form a picture of domestic love , joy , and overflowing happiness , such as Charles Dickens onlv could picture , and only his magic pen describe .
Lastly , all are made happy ; even the " genteel " mother of May , whose pride is conquered by her daughter ' s love ; more tlian her , even Taekleton relents , and becomes soft-hearted and mirthful (!) J attends the wedding-dinner of his wife that wasto be , gives the wedding-cake he had bought for his own marriage to the new-married ' couple , and brings tojs for the baby , the very opposite too of ugly . Iu short ,
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he becomes a changed man . The whole concludes with a glorious dance , in which Edward Plummer and May take tlie lead , followed by John , the Carrier , and ' Rot , " and all others present , even including the reformed Tackleton , and the inimitable Tilly Slowboy , whose dancing , like that of 1 \ o ' dxj Vcck ' s , is like unto no other persons , aud , theiefore , must be deemed something original , if not very captivating . Perhaps , the only unlikely idea in the story , is ihe conversion of Tackleton . Such conversions out very rarely take place , and we should fancy are still more rarely effected bv the moans set forth in this story .
to deprive a selfish old grip of his intended bride , _at-Uia moment he is about to lead his victim to tbe altar ( of sacrifice ) , is a most unlikely means of mollifying his heart , and amending his feelings . But 110 matter , tiie reformation of Tackleton only proves that the author would have the real world iilled with the good , the bright , the beautiful , with no alloy of baseness and _ evil . _ Hence , in the little domestic paradise lie lias idealised in this story , he has left no one creeping , crawling thing to mar its beauty ; on the contrary , the very genius of evil , as embodied in the toy-merchant , he transforms into an angel of light .
To Mr . _Dickl-. vs we return our heart-felt thanks for this new gift to his fellow creatures , assured as we are , that no one can become acquainted with its lessons of sympathy and goodness without becoming better and happier therefrom . We take our leave of this little book heartily recommending it to our readers , reminding each and all of good , sweet , dear little " Dot ' s" amiable superstition—a superstition iu which we must share—that " To have a ' Chickex on the Hearth ' is the luckiest thing in all the world . ' "
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Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine. Dec...
DOUGLAS JERROLD'S SHILLING MAGAZINE . Deceubek . London : Punch Office , 92 , Fleet-street . We mu 3 t apologise for not noticing the December number of this excellent magazine earlier in the month . Unfortunately , too , we are now prevented giving it move than a cursory notice ; but this is not of much importance , seeing that we have so often , and at considerable length , devoted our columns to making known its merits and beauties to our readers .
In the present number we have a continuation ofthe editor ' s story , " St . Giles and St . James , " rich with gems of thought and feeling , so honourable to the head and heart of Douglas _Jerrou ) . " The Social Position and Character of the Bar . " " An Accomylislied Villain . " "The English-no in Prussia , " '' The Hedgehog Letters , " and the continuation ot "A History for Young England" ( Henry the Second and his Sons ) , are all admirable articles , written with great ability , and breathing the purest and loftiest spirit . The " reviews , " though brief , artwell written . We give the following extracts from the editor ' s story : —
GOLD . After much caution , Mr . Tangle approached a closet , unlocked the door , and , pointing to an iron-bound box , observed " All is safe—all new , Mr . Folder—all sparkling and burning from the mint . What a beautiful substance is gold only to look at ! " cried Tangle , with enthusiasm ; at the same moment unlocking the box , and lifting the lid . "There's a blaze ! " he cried , with a voluptuons smacking of tho mouth . _« ' How they twinkle ! " he added ; whereupon the parliamentary agent clutched a handful of bright guineas , nnd poured them from hand to hand , his eye catching yellow lustre from tlie golden shower . And thus for some brief minute or two did Tangle play with minted gold . We are told that
snakecharmers of the east are wont to ensnare the reptiles with dulcet music . The snake Apollo plays a melody npon some magic pipe ; whereupon torpid snakes coiled in holes and crannies gradually untwist themselves , and feel their blood quicken aud their scales rustle , and they glide and undulate towards the sound—readily as school-girls unto a ball . Great is tbe voice of gold . What a range too it lias ! Now , breathing the _pt-ofoundest notes of persuasion—deep and earnest as a hermit's homily—and now , carrying away the heart and senses with its light and laughing trills , delicious , fascinating as the voice of bacchante , Gold , too , is the earth ' s great ventriloquist , speaking from and to the billy of immortal man , aud enslaving and juggling him witli its many voices .
" MAN "— " WMORTAbiTr "— " _COIKHfO . " As the old war horse pricks his ears at the murderous music ofthe trumpet—as some retired and evewhile sharp attorney , reading some successful juggle , jnggied in the name of justice , feels his heart ttiekle as it ran red ink , and dreams himself again in court—so did the sound of Lhc gold , as it fell from hand to hand , awaken in the soul of Tangle all its Plateau strength , Nay , his soul for a moment left him , and docked and dived , and took its liquid pleasure in that golden river—that Pactolus embanked in a box—like atriton wallowing in a loamy sea , lie felt he was in his true element—and eloquence flowed from his lips , free as a silver thread of rivulet from some old granite-hearted rock . " Wonderful invention , gold coin , sir ! Wonderful thing ! If there ' s anything , sir , that shows man to be the creature that he is , —it's this .
Scholars , when they want to raise a man above the monkey—Heaven forgive thertheists—calihim a laughing animal—a tool-making animal , a cooking animal . Sir , they've all missed the true meaning ; they should call him a coining animal . I've thought of the matter much , and this "—and Tangle rattled the coin— " this is the true weapon agatust the atheists . They may call men what they like , —but I see proof ' s of the immortality ofthe soul in this . _15 o unbelief can stand against this . " * * * "A g lorious invention coining , sir , " again cried Tangle , expanding with the subject . " Now , look here , these _guineas are , I may say , nothing more than the representatives of the voters ef Liquorish . Here , we have ' emhere , I take ' em up with my hand ; any number of ' cm , bo ( 5 y and soul . " Whereupon Tangle _scocped up the _guineas in his palm , and poured them down again . " Here they are , men , women , and children , all packed
close , all snug ! Sir , a man who can-its these , carries heaps of his fellow creatures with him . They talk about the inren'ion of printing ; why , what was coining but [ irinting ? That is the better part of printing ; the soul , I may say of it , is without its wickedness . There ' s no dangerous notions in these , sir ; no false ideas ; no stuff to dizzy the heads of fools , making them thiuk themselves as ! _T 00 d ! IS theil * batters ; no treachery , sir , but all plain _ind above board . " And again , Tangle took up the coin and dropt it again , his heart-strings vibrating to the music . And the church bell rang out its summons to ths world . Alld , for One moment , the eloquent man heard it not . He only listened to his church bells—the ringing that sounded of his heaven . Still , he plays with tiie gold ; still , the church bell sounds . Toll , toll—chink , chinktoll—chink—toll—chink ! How oftan do many think tllOSC llOtOS in UniSOll ! What beautiful harmonv to mere
ears of clay ! What grating discord to diviner sense !" The best recommendation we can give this publication is to remind our readers that the present uuniuer closes the seeond volume ,- a new volume will commence on the 1 st of January next . Such of our readers as may not hitherto have been readers of this magazine will find this a favourable opportunity to begin . Thousands may afford a shilling a month , and the poorest can , at any rate , club their pence together for this excellent shilling ' s worth monthly . Douglas Jerrold ' s Magazine is , emphatically , the Magazine forthe Millions : —t \\< Avguide , their advocate , their instructor and champion . Working for , and devoted to the cause of the " Millions , " it has a right to the support of the " Millions , " and to them we earnestly and heartily recommend it .
The Connoisseur. December. London: E. Ma...
THE CONNOISSEUR . December . London : E . Mackenzie , 111 , Fleet-street . This month ' s number opens with a very able and interesting article entitled " Art as connected with Political Economy . " Tlie theme of the article is " the unreasonable prejudice which assumes the qualities of the painter , the actor , the singer , and the dancer to be unproductive and inappreciable in value to tho country in which they are esteemed and fostered . " Combatting this erroneous prejudice , the writer carries immediate conviction to the minds of his readers by the soundness and force ol his arguments . The article is altogether an admirable vindication of the rights and claims of nature ' s nobles , " The Life of _Mouart" is concluded . " The Return of Macread . v" is the title of an elaborate , honest , and exceedingly _cleyer criticism on the " Othello" ot the great tragedian . " The Study of Architecture " and " Picture Dealing" are ably written Articles ' , their titles sufficiently bespeak the subjects discussed .
A number of minor articles , all evincing good taste and judgment , together with the usual criticisms on the dramatic and musical performances of the past month , complete the present number . Stop ; we are not exactly correct in so saying ; for this number also contains an original ballad ( with music ) by Mrs . Hexry _Stracf . y , and , last not least , a beautiful engraving of Juwo Romano , from a portrait by himself . We will not attempt to describe the beauties of this engraving , enough that it is the living man rather than his portrait , . which looks at us from the paper . One word more , ( press of matter compels us to make this notice brief , ) the present number concludes the first volume ; the second volume will commence with the new year , and affords a favourable opportunity for new subscribers to commence their acquaintance with the Connoisseur . Wc advise all our readers who have , or would cultivate , a taste for tho beauties of art , to forthwith give tlieir orders for the January number of this publication . We are confident that those who act on this advice will not regret it .
Simmonds's Colonial Magazine. December. ...
SIMMONDS ' S COLONIAL MAGAZINE . December . London : Simmondsand Ward , Cornhill . We have only room to say that the articles in the present number fully sustain tits character of this very useful and well-conducted magazine . The principal articles are "An Account of Prince of'Wales Island , " " The Emigrant , " "The Serpent of Martinique and St . Lucia , " " Sketches of Grenada Scenery , " "The Liberated African Establishment at St . Helena , " " The Vegetable origin of Basaltic Columns , " " lleminiconces of the Island of Cuba , " and a continuation ofthe able article , by the editor , on " Colonial Railways and their Prospects . " A new volume commences on the 1 st of January , and will , we hope , be even still more successful than the volumes which have already been completed . Such success is well merited _.
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Tub Old Duke . —The national admiration lor the _uld duke has led the public to have almost ' as many i _-iortraitsofhim as of Field-Marshal Prince Albert . When a people adores a man , a set of astute publishers maturally go to work to re-produce the beloved iniasc _, and all Mr . . Moon's shop would not contain tlie Wellington picture gallery . Wc have had mm in all shapes—The Duke before Salamanca ; The Duke reconnoitring before Vittoria ; The Duke after ditto ; The Duke shelving before Ciudad Rotlrigo , Ac , i & c . ;—from that noble portrait of Lawrence , where he is represented holding the sword of England ( it was in 1 S 15 , and he could wield it then ) , down to the last Daguerreotype of the neat , whitehaired , old gentleman , whom wc have ail seen rolling upon his horse in the Park and Pall-mall—a wonder le At
to all bystanders that he did not toppover . last they have got him in a sixpenny picture-newspaper at eliurch . Church is a very good place for liim—whether artists could not be better employed there than in making pictures of that venerable hooked nose , is neither hero nor there . But , let it be conceded that he is getting old , as has been the lot of military commanders before him . "Tears of dotage , " we know , flowed "from Marlborough ' s eves ? ' There can be no manner of doubt that Alexander the Groat , or Napoleon , if they had lived long enough , would have grown old too . The Duke ' s horse , which he rode at Waterloo , grew old , and was turned out to grass to pass a comfortable senility , and died , greatly honoured and lamented , long ago . Why keep the master in harness for ever ? Recommend him quiet and a sunshiny paddock at Strathfieldsaye . It is nonsense to say that because he won the great Waterloo stakes in 1 S _15 he is able to run with other horses now—it is not fair that others should slacken
tlieir pace out of regard to him . We want to move on . Here is the old gentleman , because he couldn't go the pace in the anti-corn law coach , has stopped the carriage , sent back the horses on their haunches , upset the coachman , and set the whole team in disorder . It may be perceived that we are writing with the utmost gentleness . Great and strong ourselves , wc reverence the brave who lived before us . Wc are not going to bully the old duke , but we assert that his time for going to grass has arrived . Tho Times says lie is the leader of the aristocracy . Let him go and lead the dukes . He is fit for that ; but not any loiurer for governing us . Suppose that statue of his ,
ivliicu is turned with his horse ' s tail to the Exchange , should be removed by liis adorers in the City , and placed , for greater honour , let us say in the middle arch of Temple-bar . It might look very well there , and the noble image would be sheltered from the rain ; but the street would be incommoded ,, the omnibuses would not like it : the people going to business would curse that aquiline-nosed barrier which interposed between their livelihood and themthe moral is obvious . Punch means that the old duke should no longer blook up the great thoroughfare of civilization—tliat he should be quietly and respectfully eliminated . For the future , let us have him and admire liim—in history . —Punch .
TnE Di-KE or Norfolk ' s Cookery . ~ We understand that the present Duke of Norfolk inherits the skill he has lately shown in cookery from one of lua ancestors , whose name lias become identified with that delicious edible , the Norfolk dumpling . The Howard family arc believed to be closely related to the celebrated Duk « , Humphery , whose hospitality was exactly of the kind that the Norfolk cookery seems specially adapted for . It is expected that the Duke will shortly publish a culinary guide for the benefit of the poor . The brochure , called " How to
Live on a Hundred a Year , " will be superseded by a pamphlet entitled "How to Live on a Pinch of Curry . " . The following will be tho stylo of the valuable receipts contained in the Duke of Norfolk ' s new cookery hook ;— " A Capital Soup : Take a saucepan , or , if you have not one , borrow one . Throw In about a gallon of good water , and let it-warm over a fire till it boils . Now bo ready with your curry , which you may keep in a snuff-box if you like , and take a pinell of it . Pop the pinch of curry into the hot water , and serve out , before going to bed , to your hungry children . —Punch .
Taki . vo it Aisv . —A few days ago a genuine son of the " Ghn of the Sac" was informed by his landlady that in consequence of the wet harvest and the pota _* toe " disase , " the loaf would be up a penny in a day or two . " Arrah _, by St . Patrick , " says ho " and wfiat ' s that to me—what care I if it were half-acrown—sure ye know I buy all loafs in peu ' ovths . " A MoxojiAxiAC . — There lives at Berlin an old woman who absurdly believes she will live to see tho day when Prussia will receive the constitution it has been promised so often . —Punch . Utility of tuk Letter "II . " —A person of tha name of Hill being present when some people were discussing the utility of the letter H , he remarked that if it had not been for the letter H ho would have been ill all his life .
O'CONNELL TO PUNCH . _Arwh , Pmeh ! is it joking you are % if it is , Take my word , as a prosperous joker , ( Since by jesting our incomes are equally riz , ) Sure a fcailicv will tickle a smile from the phiz Of a man—quite as soon as a poker . _Tiien why lay upon me like a stoker ? _Punc / t asthore ' . Sure 'twas _tirating- — tlwtpntriot trade , yez must own To a _janius hiventire as mine is ; It has prosper'd—and now I can't lave it alone , Oeh ! just thiuk how your own heart would burst wid a groan , To conclude your next number wid " Finis . " Let a man live , whatever his line is ! Punch _asthavcl
I don't care for the Times , or the rest , not a rush , Wid their stories of rapine and riot ; I can give them the lie when it comes to the push , If a middle-man drops by a ball from a bush , Don't I advocate peace ? Who ' 11 deny it ? Agitation 'tis keeps them so quiet ! Punch usthorc ! Sure I gather no more than they'd spend in ' poteen , And 'tis friendship to keep them from dhrinkin' : Don't I send round Tom Steele , wid his peace-branch so green . If I shout for repale , don't I shout for the Qceen ; Though oue eye , through a cowld , I keep winkin ' , There ' s no treason in weakness , I ' m thinkin' t Punch asthorc !
SEMPER Idrm . — The Times commissioner has proved O'ConneU to be a " middle-man . " — We always thought him betweeu the knave and a mountebank . —Punch . Filial _Apfbctioj _* . — " Weel . Sandy , " said a neighbour to a little boy in the south of Fife , whosemother had been seriously indisposed , " how is your mother to-day ? " " Deed , I dinna ken very weel hoo she is , " replied Sandy , scratching his head ; "but thecow ' S ta ' en ill , and that ' s waur nor my mither !"
ROYAL AND NOBLE REMEDIES FOR FAMINE . In good old Bourbon times a starving crowd Were once around the Louvre clamouring loud . A gentle princess heard the dismal cry , And asked its meaning of a courtier nigh . Quoth he , " The people cry for want of bread . " " What silly folks , " the gentle princess said , " For want of nasty common loaves to cry , " When half a franc such nice new cakes will buy . " An English Duke hears labourers bewail That bread is scarce , and that potatoes fail . " Cheer up , "he says , "to starve you need not hurry , " When you may feast off hot water and curry . " C . S . E .
Norfolk Curry . — Take a duke , no matter how foolish , but the fatter the better , stew him down with " peppers , and a variety of things of that description , " and serve him up a 3 the principal dish at an agricultural meeting—any fool can cut him up . This is a very warm dish to the stomach ; if " not palatable at first , " wash it down with a glass or two of _niiik punch .- —Yours truly , _Haknau _Glasse , Beefsteak Club , Dec . 12 .
A NEW SENNACHERIB . Sir Robert came down on the Corn-laws so bold , And his backers felt savage , and sorry , and sold ; But the _Fretnicr of votes had a majority , Amounting , in all , to about ninety-threei As sheep follow the wether , submissive and mean , That h 09 t at tho heels of their leader wcre seen ; As sheep scatter wide when you leave them alone , That host , says the Times , are now broke nnd o ' erthrown . For the Iron Duke se t his fate on the cast , And nailed , for the Corn . Laws , his flag to the mast ; And the Cabinet ' s hopes felt a sensible chill , When they thought of the Duke , and his potent" I will . " And there sat the Premier , his head on one side ; His arguments pooh-poohed , his statements denied ; And tho' he tried hard , he had need of his nerve , A decent composure of face io preserve .
Aud there sat grim Grahame , so nervous and pale , With his hat on his head , and his mouth to his nail ; And their measures were done for , their plans overthrown , And Peel had to leave his own trumpet unblown , And Conservative gentry are loud in their wail , That the country is ruined if Peel should turn tail ; And repeal ofthe Corn-laws , we soon shall record , Has been won , net by Peel , but a certain small lord — Punch , A Remedy p on _Caudleism . —It is said that a girl in Pitts / _ield was struck dumb by the firing of a
cannon . Since then a number of married men , it iu said , have invited the artillery companies to come and discharge their piece ' s on their prcmiseSi A Great Calf . —Sir William B , being at a parish meeting , made some proposals , that were objected to by a farmer . Highly enraged " Sir , " says he to the farmer , " do you know that I have been to two Universities , and at two Colleges in each University ? " "Well , sir , " said the farmer , " what of that ? I had a calf that sucked two cows , and the observation I made was , the . more he sucked the greater calf he grew .
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Northern Star (1837-1852), Dec. 27, 1845, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns4_27121845/page/3/
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