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other end, I think the best of all is full of humour; The March to hisworks, as for useful and deep sa- Finchley, of nature; The Enraged tire that on the Methodists is the | Musician tends to farce. The Four most sublime. The scenes of Bed Parts of the Day, except the last, lam and the Gaming-House are ini- are inferior to few of his works. mitable representations of our se- The Sleepy Congregation, The Lecrious follies, or unavoidable woes; ture on the Vacuum, The Laughing and the concern shewn by the lord Audience, and The Cockpit, are mayor when the companion of his perfect in their several kinds. The childhood is brought before him, prints of Industry and Idleness bare is a touching picture, big with bu- more merit in their intention than mane admonition and reflection. execution. Towards his latter end

Another instance of this author's he now and then repeated himself, genius is, his not condescending to but seldom more than most great explain his moral lessons by the authors who executed so much. trite poverty of allegory. If he

It may appear singular, that of had an emblematic thought, he an author whom I call comic, and expressed it with wit, rather than who is so celebrated for his huby a symbol. Such is that of the mour, I should speak in general in prostitute's setting fire to the world, so serious a style: but it would be in The Rake's Progress. Once, in- suppressing the merits of his heart deed, he condescended to use an to consider him only as a proallegorical personage, and was not moter of laughter; I think I have happy in it. In one of his election shewn, that his views were more prints, Britanuia's chariot breaks generous and extensive. Mirth codown, while the footman and coach- || loured his pictures, but Benevoman are playing at cards on the lence designed them. He smiled, box. Sometimes too, to please his like Socrates, that men might not vulgar customers, he stooped to be offended at his lectures, and low images and national satire, as might learn to laugh at their own in the two prints of France and follies. When his topics were England, and that of The Gates of harmless, all his touches were markCalais, The last, indeed, has greated with pleasantry and fun. He merit, though the caricature is car- never laughed, like Rabelais, at ried to excess. In all these the nonsense that he imposed for wit; painter's purpose was, to make his but, like Swift, combined incidents countrymen observe the ease and that divert one from their unex, affluence of a free government, op- il pected encounter, and illustrate posed to the wants and woes of the tale that he meant to tell. Such slaves. In Beer-Street, the English were the hens roosting on the upbutcher tossing a Frenchman in the right waves in the scene of the air with one hand, is absolute hy- Strollers, and the Devils drinking perbole, and, what is worse, was an porter on the altar. The manners after-thought, not being in the first and costume are more than observedition. The Gin - Alley is much ed in every one of his works. The superior; horridly fine, but dis- very furniture of his rooms describe gusting His Bartholomew Fair "the characters of the persons to whom they belong-a lesson that Here is a strange description might be of use to comic authors. from the British Magazine for May It was reserved to Hogarth to write 1749:-We have an account of a a scene of furniture: the Rake's surprising phenomenon that was levee-room, the Nobleman's din-seen near Hertford during a violent ing-room, the apartments of the storm of thunder and lightning, Husband and Wife in Marriage à- on Thursday the 18th, by one John la-Mode, the Alderman's. parlour, Mitchell. As he was travelling on the Poet's bed-chamber, and many the road, he was met by a man of others, are the history of the man- gigantic stature; his face shone ners of the age. Thus far Walpole. like the sun; on bis head was some

Miss Eve. He has made some thing resembling a crown with trilling mistakes in titles. There stars; he had wings on his shoulis no Gin Alley or Bartholomew | ders; his body seemed of transpaFair by Hogarth: these are Gin rent fire, but suddenly disappearLane and Southwark Fair. Whened in the form of several balls of the Idle Apprentice is brought be- light, attended with an explosion fore his industrious companion, the like that of a number of cannon. latter is not lord mayor, but alder- Miss Eve. This was somewhat man; he has not attained the high- like a phantasmagoria. est civic honour till the last print: Miss K. At the general illumibut these are trifles.

nation for the peace between this Miss K. In this book is a curi-country and France, April 29, 1802, ous print by Hogarth, published the Phantasmagoria amused the when he was 28 years of age, in people by a specimen of its art. 1726. This is the frontispiece as At the place where it was exhiwell as title to Terræ Filius, or bited at Exeter Change, was a the Secret History of the Univer- transparency representing Peace sity of Oxford, in several Essays; charming away the dæmon of War, to which is added Remarks on a which continually kept vanishing late book entitled, University Edu- in fire and smoke, and again recation, by R. Newton, D. D. Prin- turning. cipal of. Hart Hall:" after which Miss Eve. I think it highly prois written—" He is departed, but bable that we are perceived by bebis ghost still hovers about the ings of whom we know nothing; ground, haunts the place of his but I do not imagine that it is in wonted abode, disturbs the several nature for us ever to perceive them, apartments with unseasonable visits while our spirits are inclosed in and strange noises, and scares those this body.-Which in your opinion who never expected his return to is the best poetical description of this region any more."

a spirit ? Newton's University Education. Miss K. I think Mallet's MarLondon, printed for R. Franck- garet's Ghost as good as any. lin, under Tom's Coffee-House, Miss Eve. Will you repeat it? Russell - street, Covent - Garden, Miss K. I will sing it in the 1726.” Under the frontispiece is same dişmal tone as my Susan does. inscribed, “ W. Hogarth fecit."

But, hark! the cock bas warned me hepce,

A long and last adieu !
Come see, false man, how low she lies

That died for love of you!

The lark sang out, the morning smiled

With beams of rosy red;
Pale William shook iu every limb,

And raving, left bis bed.
He bied bim to the fatal place

Where Margaret's body lay,
And stretch'd him on the green grass turf

That wrapt her breathless clay.
And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name,

And thrice be wept full sore,
Then laid his cheek on her cold grave,

And word spake never more.

WILLIAM AND MARGARET. 'Twas at the fearful midnight hour

Wben night and morning meet, In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,

And stood at William's feet.
Her face was like an April mura

Clad in a wintry cloud,
Her clay.cold lily hand knee-high

Upheld her sable shroud.
So shall the fairest face appear

When youth and years are flown, Such the last robe that kings must wear

When death has reft their crown.
Her bloom was like the sprioging flow'r

That sips the silver dew;
The rose was budded in her cheek,

Just opening to the view.
But love had, like a canker-worm,

Consumed ber early prime,
The rose grew pale and left her cheek,

She died before her time.
Awake, she cried, thy true love calls,

Come from her midnight grave;
Now let thy pity hear the maid

Thy love refused to save.
This is the dumb and dreary hour

When injur'd ghosts complain,
When yawning graves give up their dead,

To haunt tbe faithless swain, Bethink thee, William, of thy fault,

Thy pledge and broken oath, And give me back my virgin row,

And give ine back my troth.
Why did you say my face was fair,

And yet that face forsake?
How could you win my virgin heart,

Yet leave that heart to break?
Why did you promise love to nie,

And not that promise keep?
Why said you that my eyes were bright,

Yet leave those eyes to weep?
How could you swear my lips were sweel,

Yet make their scarlet pale? And why, alas: did I, fond maid,

Believe thy flattering tale?
But now no more my face is fair,

Those lips no longer red,
Dark are my eyes now closed in death,

And every charm is fled.
The hungry worm my sister is,

This winding-sheet I wear,
And cold and weary is our night,

Till the last morn appear.

Miss Ece. What were Mallet's dates?

Miss K. He is said to have been born in Scotland, of the family of the Macgregors, who, above a century ago, under Robin Roy, became so infamous for violence and robbery, that they were obliged to change their name. David Mallet's father called bimself Malloch, which this celebrated genius changed to Mallet. He died April 20, 1765. Besides the ballad of William and Margaret, which was his first production, he wrote the following dramatic pieces:-- Eurydice, a tragedy, acted at Drury-lane, 1733; Mustapha, trag. 1739; Appius, trag. ; Amyrtor and Theodore, or the Hermit Alfred, a masque, written in conjunction with his countryman Thomson ; Britannia, a masque, 1755; Elvira, trag. 1763. He was also the author of the Ercursion, published in 1728; a Poem on Verbal Criticism, in 1733; Life of Bacon, 1740.-- His daughter, whose name after her marriage was Mrs. Celesia, wrote Almida, a tragedy, also Indolence, a poem, composed in praise of philosophic indolence.

Miss Eve. I anticipate with de- || deeds without a name; putting light, my dear Miss K. that you crooked pins in waxen effigies to and I shall spend much of our time torment the originals ; then, as in the pleasures of this praisewor- Shakspeare says, melting like thy indolence.

breath into the wind. Miss K. You, no doubt, believe Miss K. Here is a description but little in ghosts, apparitions, or of some witches by Ben Jonson, spirits?

in what he calls Miss Eve. No, nor in witches

THE WITCHES' Song. or the predictions of fortune-tellers,

Ist Witch. any more than I do in griffins,

I have been all night looking after sphynxes, dragons, centaurs, mer

A raven feeding upon a quarter, maids, syrens, fairies, &c.; yet there" And soon as she turn'd her back 10 the south, is a fancy in these descriptions that : 1 snatch'd this morsel out of ber mouth. is often amusing. You are a witch

2d Witch. in one sense ; you have charms of

I have been gathering wolves' hairs, the most bewitching kind, and you The mad dog's foain, and adders' ears, are attended by a familiar, your The spurging of a dead man's eyes, Romeo, who is now looking so lov

And all since the evening star did rise. ingly towards you from that tree.

3d Il'itch. Miss K. It is curious to observe, ! I last night lay all alone even at this time, how superstitious

O'the ground, to hear the mandrake groan,

And pluck'd him up, tho' he grew full low, many of the country-people are

And as I had done the cock did crow. in obscure villages, with the horseshoes nailed at the doors to keep

4th Il'itch. out witches; that is, some poor old

And I ha' been chusing out this scull

From charnel-houses that were full, women, who, labouring under old

From private grots and public pits, age and poverty, could not, one Aud frighted a sexton out of his wits. would suppose, excite any other

5th Witch. sentiments than commiseration and

Under a cradle I did creep, charity, instead of being branded By day, and when the child was asleep, with this evil name.

At night I suck'd the breath, and rose Miss Ere. As I was observing,

And pluck'd the nodding nurse by the nose. there is something romantically

6th Witch. fanciful in some of the descriptions I had a dagger—what did I with that? of witches dancing to the tunes of Killed an infant to have bis fat. their feet about an old mill; meet- A piper it got at a church-ale,

I bade him agaiu blow wind i' the tail. ing on a common at midnight, in company with a little black man,

7th Il'itch. a few cats, and a creature whose A murderer yonder was hung in chains, shape can scarcely be discerned;1

. The sun and the wind bud slirunk bis teites;

I bit off a sinew, I clipped his hair, . their raising storms that unroof the

I brought off the rags that danced i' theair. villagers' houses and barns; sailing to Norway in sieves; riding on

8th Vitch. the wind mounted on 'brooins ;

The-screech-owl's oggs and the fcathers black,

The blood of a;frog and the bone in his back, eclipsing the moon, that sickens at

I have been geuing, and made of his skin the sight while they are doing " A purse to keep Sir Cranion in.

I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before ;
I tore the bat's wings : what would you bare


9th Witch.
And I have been plucking plants among
Hemlock, heubane, adder's tongue,
Nightshade, moonwort, libbard's bane,
And iwice by the dogs was like to be ta'eq.

10th Witch.
I from the jaws of a gardener's hitch
Did suatch these bones, and then Jeap'd the

ditch; Yet went I back to the house again, Kill'd the black cat, and here is tbe brain.

llth Witch. I went to the toad breeds under the wall, I charmed bin out, and he came at my call;

Yes, I have brought, to belp your vows,
Horned poppy, cypress bougbs,
The fig-tree wild that grows ou tombs,
And juice that from the larch-tree comes,
The bawilisk's blood and the viper's skin;
And now our orgies let's begin.




The massy substance on which the usual emblem of naval power; the figures in this composition are | and her right grasps a thunderplaced, is intended to represent bolt, which she is prepared to hurl the Island of Great Britain and the at the enemies of her country. surrounding waves.

INSCRIPTION On an elevation, in the center of the island, Mr. Pitt appears in

WILLIAM PITT, his robes, as Chancellor of the Son of WILLIAM Pitt, Earl of Chatham,

Inheriting the genius and formed by the Exchequer, in the attitude of a

precepts of his father, public orator. Below him, on an

Devoted himself from his early years to intermediate fore - ground, two

the service of the state. statues characterize his abilities ; | Called to the chief conduct of the admin while, with the national Energy,

nistration, after the close of a which is embodied, and riding on

disastrous war, a symbol of the Ocean in the lower He repaired the exhausted revenues, he center, they assist to describe allu-revived and invigorated the commerce sively the effects of his administra- and prosperity of the country; tion. Apollo stands on his right, im- And he had re-established the public personating Eloquence and Learn- credit on deep and sure foundations, ing. Mercury is introduced on his When a new war was kindled in Europe,

more formidable than any preceding war left, as the representative of Com

from the peculiar character of its dangers. merce and the patron of Policy. To describe the unprecedented directed against the independence of

To resist the arms of France, which were splendour of success which crowned the British navy while Mr. Pitt To animate other nations by the example

every government and people; was minister, the lower part of the

of Great Britain ; monument is occupied by a statue Tocbeck the contagion of opinions which of Britannia, seated triumphantly tended to dissolve the frame of civil on a sea-horse; in her left hand is


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