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abused in their time! Take the four, five, six years old. Patience, Lawyer's galley, and that dauntless little people! A dozen merry Christoctogenarian in command; when has mases more, and you will be reading he ever complained or repined about those wonderful love-conundrums, his slavery? There is the Priest's too. As for us elderly folks, we watch galley - black and lawn sails - do the babies at their sport, and the young any mariners out of Thames work people pulling at the branches: and harder ? When lawyer, and states- instead of finding bonbons or sweeties man, and divine, and writer are snug in the packets which we pluck off the in bed, there is a ring at the poor Doc- boughs, we find enclosed Mr. Carnitor's bell. Forth he must go, in fex's review of the quarter's meat; rheumatism or snow; a galley-slave Mr. Sartor's compliments, and little bearing his galley-pots to quench the statement for self and the young genflames of fever, to succor mothers and tlemen; and Madame de Sainteyoung children in their hour of peril, Crinoline's respects to the young and, as gently and soothingly as may ladies, who encloses her account, and be, to carry the hopeless patient over will send on Saturday, please; or we to the silent shore. And have we not stretch our hand out to the educa. just read of the actions of the Queen's tional branch of the Christmas tree, galleys and their brave crews in the and there find a lively and amusing Chinese waters? - men not more article from the Rev. Henry Holyworthy of human renown and honor shade, containing our dear Tommy's to-day in their victory, than last year exceedingly moderate account for the in their glorious hour of disaster. So last term's school expenses. with stout hearts may we ply the oar, The tree yet sparkles, I say. I am messmates all, till the voyage is over, writing on the day before Twelfth and the Harbor of Rest is found ! Day, if you must know; but already
ever so many of the fruits have been pulled, and the Christmas lights have
gone out. Bobby Miseltow, who has ROUND ABOUT THE CHRIST- been staying with us for a week (and MAS TREE.
who has been sleeping mysteriously
in the bath-room), comes to say he is The kindly Christmas tree, from going away to spend the rest of the which I trust every gentle reader has holidays with his grandmother — and pulled a bonbon or two, is yet all I brush away the manly tear of reaflame whilst I am writing, and gret as I part with the dear child. sparkles with the sweet fruits of its “Well, Bob, good-by, since you will
You young ladies, may you go. Compliments to grandmamma. have plucked pretty giftlings from it; Thank her for the turkey. Here's" and out of the cracker sugar-plum (A slight pecuniary transaction which you have split with the captain takes place at this juncture, and Bob or the sweet young curate may you nods and winks, and puts his hand in have read one of those delicious co- his waistcoat pocket.) “ You have had nundrums which the confectioners in a pleasant week ?” troduce into the sweetmeats, and BoB. — "Haven't I!” (And exit, which apply to the cunning passion anxious to know the amount of the coin of love. Those riddles are to be read which has just changed hands.) at your age, when I dare say they He is gone, and as the dear boy are amusing. As for Dolly, Merry, vanishes through the door (behind and Bell, who are standing at the which I see him perfectly), I too cast tree, they don't care about the love- up a little account of our past Christriddle part, but understand the sweet- mas week. When Bob's holidays are almond portion very well. They are lover, and the printer has sent me
back this manuscript, I know Christ- | What wassail-bowls, robin-redbreasts,
To-morrow,, in- Perhaps reading is even better than
ky's Pison,” which is all very well – We have all admired the illustrated bút, gentlemen, if you don't respect papers, and noted how boisterously Shakspeare, to whom will you be jolly they become at Christmas time. Icivil ?' Thé palace and ramparts of
Elsinore by moon and snow light is the power of the music — and see one of Loutherbourg's finest efforts. in the midst of a rush, and whirl, and The banqueting hall of the palace is scream of spirits of air and waveilluminated : the peaks and gables what is that ghastly figure moving glitter with the snow: the sentinels hither? It becomes bigger, bigger, march blowing their fingers with the as it advances down the platformcold - the freezing of the nose of more ghastly, more horrible, enorone of them is very neatly and dex- mous ! It is as tall as the whole terously arranged: the snow-storm stage. It seems to be advancing rises : the winds howl awfully along on the stalls and pit, and the whole the battlements : the waves come house screams with terror, as the curling, leaping, foaming to shore. GhosT OF THE LATE HAMLET comes Hamlet's umbrella is whirled away in in, and begins to speak. Several the storm. He and his two friends people faint, and the light-fingered stamp on each other's toes to keep gentry pick pockets furiously in the them warm. The storm-spirits rise darkness. in the air, and are whirled howling In the pitchy darkness, this awful round the palace and the rocks. My figure throwing his eyes about, the eyes ! what tiles and chimney-pots gas in the boxes shuddering out of fly hurtling through the air! As the sight, and the wind-instruments bustorm reaches its height (here the gling the most horrible wails, the wind instruments come in with pro- boldest spectator must have felt digious effect, and I compliment Mr. frightened. But hark! what is that Brumby and the violoncellos) -as silver shimmer of the fiddles? Is it the snow-storm rises (queek, queek, - can it be — the gray dawn peeping queek, go the fiddles, and then in the stormy east? The ghost's thrumpty thrump comes a pizzicato eyes look blankly towards it, and roll movement in Bob Major, which sends a ghastly agony. Quicker, quicker a shiver into your very boot-soles), ply the violins of Phoebus Apollo. the thunder-clouds deepen (bong, Redder, redder grow the orient clouds. bong, bong, from the violoncellos). Cockadoodledoo! crows that great The forked lightning quivers through cock which has just come out on the the clouds in a ziz-zag scream of roof of the palace. And now the violins - and look, look, look ! as the round sun himself pops up from befrothing, roaring waves come rushing hind the waves of night. Where is up the battlements, and over the the ghost? He is gone! Purple: reeling parapet, each hissing wave shadows of morn “slant o'er the becomes a ghost, sends the gun-car- snowy sward,” the city wakes up in riages rolling over the platform, and life and sunshine, and we confess we plunges howling into the water again. are very much relieved at the disap
Hamlet's mother comes on to the pearance of the ghost. We don't like battlements to look for her son. The those dark scenes in pantomimes. storm whips her umbrella out of her After the usual business, thać hands, and she retires screaming in Ophelia should be turned into Colpattens.
umbine was to be expected ; but I The cabs on the stand in the great confess I was a little shocked when market-place at Elsinore are seen to Hamlet's mother became Pantaloon, drive off, and several people are and was instantly knocked down by drowned. The gas-lamps along the Clown Claudius. Grimaldi is getting street are wrenched from their founda- a little old now, but for real humor tions, and shoot through the troubled there are few clowns like him. Mr. air. Whist, rush, hish! how the Shuter, as the gravedigger, was chaste rain roars and pours! The darkness and comic, as he always is, and the becomes awful, always deepened by scene-painters surpassed themselves.
“ Harlequin Conqueror and the he partook liberally, but not too Field of Hastings," at the other house, freely. And he greatly advanced in is very pleasant too. The irascible my good opinion by praising the William is acted with great vigor by punch, which was of my own manuSnoxall, and the battle of Hastings facture, and which some gentlemen is a good piece of burlesque. Some present (Mr. O'M-gun, amongst trifling liberties are taken with history, others) pronounced to be too weak. but what liberties will not the merry Too weak! A bottle of rum, a bottle genius of pantomime permit himself? of Madeira, half a bottle of brandy, At the battle of Hastings, William is and two bottles and half of water on the point of being defeated by the can this mixture be said to be too Sussex volunteers, very elegantly led weak for any mortal? Our young by the always pretty Miss Waddy friend amused the company during (as taco Sharpshooter), when a shot the evening, by exhibiting a twofrom the Normans kills Harold. The shilling magic-lantern, which he had fairy Edith hereupon comes forward, purchased, and likewise by singing and finds his body, which straightway Sally, come up!” a quaint but leaps up a live harlequin, whilst the rather monotonous melody, which I Conqueror makes an excellent clown, am told is sung by the poor negro on and the Archbishop of Bayeux a di- the banks of the broad Mississippi. verting pantaloon, &c., &c., &c., &c. What other enjoyments did we
Perhaps these are not the panto- proffer for the child's amusement durmimes we really saw; but one de- ing the Christmas week? A great seription will do as well as another. philosopher was giving a lecture to The plots, you see, are a little intricate young folks at the British Institution. and difficult to understand in panto- But when this diversion was proposed mimes; and I may have mixed up to our young friend Bob, he said, one with another. That I was at the “Lecture? No, thank you. Not as I theatre on Boxing-night is certain knows on," and made sarcastic sigbut the pit was so full that I could nals on his nose. Perhaps he is of only see fairy legs glittering in the Dr. Johnson's opinion about lectures : distance, as I stood at the door. And “ Lectures, sir ! what man would go if I was badly off, I think there was to hear that imperfectly at a lecture, a young gentleman behind me worse which he can read at leisure in a off still. I own that he has good book?" I never went, of my own reason (though others have not) to choice, to a lecture; that I can vow. speak ill of me behind my back, and As for sermons, they are different; I hereby beg his pardon.
delight in them, and they cannot, of Likewise to the gentleman who course, be too long. picked up a party in Piccadilly, who - Well, we partook of yet other had slipped and fallen in the snow, Christmas delights besides pantoand was there on his back, uttering mime, pudding, and pie. One glorienergetic expressions; that party begs ous, one delightful, one most unlucky to offer thanks, and compliments of and pleasant day, we drove in a the season.
brougham, with a famous horse, Bob's behavior on New Year's day, which carried us more quickly and I can assure Dr. Holyshade, was briskly than any of your vulgar railhighly creditable to the boy. He had ways, over Battersea Bridge, on expressed a determination to partake which the horse's hoofs rung as if it of every dish which was put on the had been iron; through suburban vil. table ; but after soup, fish, roast beef, lages, plum-caked with snow; under and roast-goose, he retired from active a leaden sky, in which the sun hung business until the pudding and mince- like a red-hot warming-pan; by pond pies made their appearance, of which after pond, where not only men and
boys, but scores after scores of women | treat you on that second of January and girls, were sliding, and roaring, when we drove to the palace together; and clapping their lean old sides with when the girls and boys were sliding laughter, as they tumbled down, and on the ponds at Dulwich; when the their hobnailed shoes flew up in the darkling river was full of floating ice, air; the air frosty with a lilac haze, and the sun was like a warming-pan through which villas, and commons, in the leaden sky. and churches, and plantations glim One more Christmas sight we harl,
mered. We drive up the hill, Bob of course, and that sight I think I , and I; we make the last two miles in like as well as Bob himself at Christeleven minutes; we pass that poor, mas, and at all seasons. We went to armless man who sits there in the a certain garden of delight, where, cold, following you with his eyes. I whatever your cares are, I think you don't give any thing, and Bob looks can manage to forget some of them, disappointed. We are set down neatly and muse, and be not unhappy; to a at the gate, and a horse-holder opens garden beginning with a Z, which is the brougham door. I don't give as lively as Noah's ark; where the fox any thing ; again disappointment on has brought his brush, and the cock Bob's part. I pay a shilling apiece, has brought his comb, and the eleand we enter into the glorious build- phant has brought his trunk, and the ing, which is decorated for Christmas, kangaroo has brought his bag, and and straightway forgetfulness on Bob's the condor his old white wig and part of every thing but that magnifi- black satin hood. On this day it was cent scene. The enormous edifice is so cold that the white bears winked all decorated for Bob and Christmas. their pink eyes, as they plapped up The stalls, the columns, the fountains, and down by their pool, and seemed courts, statues, splendors, are all to say, “Aha, this weather reminds crowned for Christmas. The delicious us of dear home!” “ Cold! bah! I negro is singing his Alabama choruses have got such a warm coat,” says for Christmas and Bob. He has brother Bruin, “I don't mind;" and scarcely done, when, Tootarootatoo! he laughs on his pole, and clucks Mr. Punch is performing his surpris. down a bun. The squealing hyenas ing actions, and hanging the beadle. gnashed their teeth and laughed at us The stalls are decorated. The refresh- quite refreshingly at their window; ment-tables are piled with good and, cold as it was, Tiger, Tiger, things; at many fountains “MULLED | burning bright, glared at us red-hot CLARET” is written up in appetizing through his bars, and snorted blasts capitals. “Mulled Claret - oh, jolly ! of hell. The woolly camel leered at How cold it is !” says Bob; I pass on. us quite kindly as he paced round his “It's only three o'clock,” says Bob. ring on his silent pads. We went to
No, only three,”. I say, meekly. our favorite places. Our dear wambat “We dine at seven,” sighs Bob, “and came up, and had himself scratched it's so-0-0 coo-old.” I still would very affably. Our fellow-creatures in take no hints. No claret, no refresh- the monkey-room held out their little ment, no sandwiches, no sausage-rolls black hands, and piteously asked us for Bob. At last I am obliged to tell for Christmas alms. Those darling him all. Just before we left home, a alligators on their rock winked at us little Christmas bill popped in at the in the most friendly way. The solemn door and emptied my purse at the eagles sat alone, and scowled at us threshold. I forgot all about the trans- from their peaks; whilst little Tom action, and had to borrow half a crown Ratel tumbled over head and heels from John Coachman to pay for our for us in his usual diverting manner. entrance into the palace of delight. If I have cares in my mind, I come Now you see, Bob, why I could not to the Zoo, and fancy they don't pass