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may be summed up in the two words, consistency and toleration, the two highest traits of a Christian and a gentleman; consistency in his own ideas and actions, and a wise toleration toward the ideas and actions of others. These I think may be better attained in the country than in the city. They are the result of a careful and assiduous cultivation, much silent, serious meditation, and a breadth of views only to be acquired by patient, protracted and uninterrupted thought.

Before I quit this subject, I cannot refrain from two quotations recalled by what has been written. There is one type of man that is not utterly frivolous, thus depicted by the great dramatist:

"What is a man,
If his chief good, and market of his time,
Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more.
Sure, He that made us with such large discourse,
LOOKING BEFORE AND AFTER, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason

To rust in us unused.' And there is one view of this life that is not utterly insignificant, thus expressed by the greatest political thinker of the age :

*As it is not a vain and false, but an exalted and religious imagination which leads us to raise our thoughts from the orb which, amid this universe of worlds, the Creator has given us to inhabit, and to send them, with something of the feeling which nature prompts, and teaches to be proper among children of the same ETERNAL Parent, to the contemplation of the myriads of beings with which his goodness has peopled the infinite of space; so neither is it false and vain to consider ourselves as interested and connected with our whole race through all time; allied to our ancestors; allied to our posterity; closely compacted on all sides with others; ourselves being but links in the great chain of being, which begins with the origin of our race, runs onward through its successive generations, binding together the past, the present and the future, and terminating at last, with the consummation of all things earthly, at the throne of God. November, 1851.

THE

LAKE

OF

SCHROON.

Oh! it was a blessed morning

That I wandered, filled with joy,
In that Eden of seclusion,

Open-hearted as a boy!
There the heartless swarms came never ;
There the air was pure for ever;
There the forest, by Gop planted,
Seemed alive, or else enchanted,
As I lay, with half-closed eyes,
Looking, through them, through the skies.
In a kind of mute surprise!

On! it was a blessed morning

In the lustrous month of June,
That I wandered open-hearted

By the silent Lake of Schroon!
All its smooth, translucent harbors
Trees reflected, flowers and arbors;
Blossoms with the sands entwining,
Many fathoms deep were shining;
And the ripples, murmuring faint,
Made a melancholy plaint,
Like the prayer of holy saint.
Oh! it was a blessed morning,

When the year was in its bloom,
Wearied with this life's contention,

That I wandered by Lake Schroon!
Wandered 'neath the oaks and larches,
Dreaming 'mid their broken arches,
Dreaming on the hills of clover,
Living all my life-time over,
Till I saw the angels fair
All around me in the air,
And they smiled to see me there.

For evermore that blessed morning

Shall re-bless me with its bloom,
Though the world has far removed me

From the silent Lake of Schroon!
Phantoms of the matted forest
Now, as then, before me soarest,
And I hear the murmuring rill
In the city murmur still.
There's a picture on the wall,
With a lake and water-fall,
And a blue sky over all.

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"First, my fear; then, my courtesy; last, my speech.' -- DANCER'S EPILOGOR

I must confess that I feel diffident in entering upon the work which I have taken in hand. It is no light thing to meddle in family matters; on the contrary, persons of experience will bear me testimony that it is in nine cases out of ten a very serious business. If a promise were not already given, I should even now retire.

Very few know what it is to assume the position that I have taken; viz., to entertain the public with a record of the observations, fancies, history, and feelings of one's own family. Many people do this in a quiet way; but I am not aware that it has heretofore been undertaken in the unblushing manner which I propose to myself.

I shall expect misrepresentation and calumny. It will not surprise me to find some squeamish individual of the Fudge family denying my claim to membership, and roundly asserting that I am not the Tony Fudge I profess to be. I am prepared for such denial.

I shall expect the Widow Fudge to refuse all sanction of my papers as veritable history, and to declare stoutly that the writer is an impostor; and that such incidents as I may set down, in my simplicity, are utterly without foundation, and entirely unknown to herself

, as well as to every respectable member of the Fudge family. I shall expect the Miss Fudges to turn up their noses at many little expressions of moral doctrine which will come into my record, and to sneer publicly at my portraits of their habits and tastes. I shall

, without doubt, be disputed by them on the score of age, clearness of complexion, fixings, accomplishments, and such other matters as may make good the pictures of my excellent second cousins, the Miss Fudges. For this, I am prepared.

I shall furthermore expect that Mrs. Phoebe Fudge will utterly deny my statements with respect to her weight. I doubt even if she will admit the truth of what I shall have to say regarding her public charities, and her interest in the Society for the Relief of Respectable Indigent Females. She will very possibly deny the truth of any comparisons I may draw between her expenses at Mrs. Lawson's and her droppings into the poor-box of Dr. Taylor's church. The chances are large in favor of her repudiation of all relationship with any man who calls himself Tony FUDGE; and of the additional assertion, that such individual can never have seen good society, and must therefore be thoroughly ignorant of whatever concerns herself. Indeed, I am prepared for it.

Mr. Solomon Fudge, her husband, who is another estimable member of the Fudge family, I shall expect to trouble himself very little about my remarks, so long as I confine myself to his wife's foibles, her virtues, or her boudoir ; these are matters which concern him very little; but when I touch upon the gentleman's financial engagements, or upon some recent suspension, when moneyed rates 'ruled high,' (whereby some few small friends subsided into insolvency,) I shall anticipate a certain fidgety manner, and an abrupt refusal of all kinship with his

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excellent nephew, Tony. I am prepared for this.

It would seem that I was undertaking a very odious employ, in thus provoking the wanton assaults of so many members of my own family. But I shall be consoled with the reflection, that I am doing no inconsiderable service to the public, as well as elevating the Fudge family into a certain historic dignity.

There are few people, after all, who will not risk a great deal of their modesty, and a very respectable fraction of their morals, for the sake of a prominent position in the public eye; and however much my dear cousins, and kin of all sorts, who come under the Fudge arms, may rail at my indiscretion, and my lack of breeding, they will, I venture to say, hug the éclat which my rambling record will give to their character and

With this much of preface, which I contend is more to the purpose than most of the prefaces of the day, I shall enter at once upon my design.

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THE Fudge family is large. Where it originated, I cannot well say. Many lady-members of the family are of opinion that it is very old, and can be traced back to some of the braves, of those Norman knights who did battle against Harold. They have adopted the crest of some of those heroes in support of this belief, and wear the same upon their fingers. I can hardly conceive of a prettier argument, or one more prettily handled. Reverence for antiquity is a delightful trait of the female character. A romantic admiration for knights and men-at-arms is a charming characı teristic of the sex.

It would be unwise to discredit openly a lady's statement in respect to, her paternity, or to make light of any argument by which she supports the dignity of her family. My own opinion is, however, that it is much more probable that the Fudge family would find its true origin in the more humble antiquity dating with the Restoration. This limit would throw out at once all Puritanic taint, which I observe it is becoming quite fashionable to discard, and would furthermore be strengthened by a host of probabilities, in view of the great increase of family names VOL. XXXIX.

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which grew up under the pleasant auspices of Charles the Second and his court.

I would by no means impugn the motives of those members of the family who wish to go farther back, or question the taste of such crests as they have adopted. On the contrary, many of them are particularly ingenious, and do great credit to all concerned. They moreover give a certain spice of dignity to the family, which, under republican neglect, might otherwise never be laid hold upon.

The Miss Fudges, my excellent cousins, Bridget and Jemima by name, are particularly tenacious on this point; their tenacity, moreover, is well sustained by the use of signets, and a very creditable air of hauteur.

I am sorry to say that I cannot learn that our family was ever much distinguished ; and I have been shocked to find the name of Fudge among the humblest purveyors for King Charles's camp, before the battle of Worcester. This, however, is proof of a strong royalist feeling, which still obtains to a very considerable degree among the lady members of the family, particularly one or two interesting spinsters, who divided a season, two years ago, between Homberg and Wiesbaden.

Upon the Newgate Calendar I find, on close inspection, only two entries of the name. I regard this as a very flattering circumstance.

The first is that of Johnny Fudge, who, in the reign of Queen Anne, was convicted of horse-stealing at a June term of the York Assizes, and was condemned (III. Ph. and M. c. 12) to the gallows. The second appears to have been a criminal of much more character and consideration. It

appears that in the first half of the reign of George III., one Solomon Fudge was indicted for seditious and treasonable acts. What the precise nature of the acts were, does not appear upon the calendar; I cannot doubt that they were worthy of the reputation of the family. We learn, that after a royal reprieve, Solomon was á second time the victim of the law, and expiated his offences, in the year of grace 1760, upon Tower Hill.

Miss Bridget Fudge, indeed, who is of kin with the present Mr. Solomon Fudge, and who has latterly worked a very brilliant ancestral tree in pink and yellow chenil, on silk canvas, insists that the name of these culprits was spelt Foodge; and that they could not therefore have been connected, even remotely, with JACQUES DE FUDGE, Baron de La Bien Aimée, who lost a spur or two at the battle of Hastings. It certainly is an open question, well worthy of a doubt, if not of discussion, at the hands of the Historical Society.

For my own taste, I would much prefer to leave ancestral inquiries in the dark; and feel confident that if the same trepidation and fear of issues belonged to most of our ancestral inquirers about town, they would wear much safer names, and infinitely better repute. Hap-hazard will do

very much more for the most of them, than Heraldry; and I have a strong suspicion that, in slighting the claims of Hap-hazard, they are slighting the claims of a veritable progenitor.

As for the history of the Fudges, since they have become a portion of the American stock, little can be said which would not apply with equal pertinency to nearly all the first families of the country. A stray scion has now and then, in a fit of love, demeaned himself by intermarriage

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