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little essay. Oh, delightful novels, we are armed; we are numerous ; we well remembered! Oh, novels, sweet are men of tremendous courage, who and delicious as the raspberry open- will defend our spoons with our lives; tarts of budding boyhood! Do I for- and there are barracks close by (thank get one night after prayers (when we goodness !), whence, at the noise of under-boys were sent to bed) linger- our shouts and firing, at least a thouing at my cupboard to read one little sand bayonets will bristle to our reshalf-page more of my dear Walter cue. Scott and down came the moni What sound is yonder ? A church tor's dictionary upon my head ! bell. I might go myself, but how Rebecca, daughter of Isaac of York, listen to the sermon? I am thinking I have loved thee faithfully for forty of those thieves who have made a years! Thou wert twenty years old ladder of my wall, and a prey of my (say), and I but twelve, when I knew pear-tree. They may be walking to thee. At sixty odd, love, most of the church at this moment, neatly shaved, ladies of thy Orient race have lost the in clean linen, with every outward bloom of youth, and bulged beyond appearance of virtue. If I went, I the line of beauty; but to me thou know I should be watching the conart ever young and fair, and I will do gregation, and thinking," Is that battle with any felon Templar who one of the fellows who came over my assails thy fair name.
wall?” If, after the reading of the eighth Commandment, a man sang out with particular energy,
“ Incline our hearts to keep this law,” I should
think, “Aha, Master Basso, did you ON A PEAR-TREE. have pears
for breakfast this morning?
Crime is walking round me, A GRACIOUS reader no doubt has re- that is clear. Who is the perpetrator? marked that these humble sermons
Whạt a changed aspect the have for subjects some little event world has, since these last few lines which happens at the preacher's own were written! I have been walking gate, or which falls under his peculiar round about my premises, and in cognizance. Once, you may remem- consultation with a gentleman in a ber, we discoursed about a chalk-mark single-breasted blue coat, with pewter on the door. This morning Betsy, the buttons, and a tape ornament on the housemaid, comes with a frightened collar. He has looked at the holes look, and says, “ Law, mum! there's in the wall, and the amputated tree. three bricks taken out of the garden We have formed our plan of defence wall, and the branches broke, and all - perhaps of attack. Perhaps some the pears taken off the pear-trec !” day you may read in the papers, Poor peaceful suburban pear-tree ! “Daring ATTEMPT AT BURGLARY Jail-birds have hopped about thy HEROIC VICTORY OVER THE VILbranches, and robbed them of their LAINS,” &c., &c. Rascals as yet unsmoky fruit. But those bricks re- known ! perhaps you, too, may read moved ; that ladder evidently pre- these words, and may be induced to pared, by which unknown maraud- pause in your fatal intention. Take ers may enter and depart from my the advice of a sincere friend, and little Englishman's castle ; is not keep off. To find a man writhing in this a subject of thrilling interest, and my man-trap, another mayhap immay it not be continued in a future paled in my ditch, to pick off another number? - that is the terrible ques- from my tree (scoundrel ! as though tion. Suppose, having escaladed the he were a pear), will give me no outer wall, the miscreants take a fancy pleasure ; but such things may hapto storm the castle? Well - well! I pen. Be warned in time, villains !
Or, if you must pursue your calling gling! Who stole the pears, I say? as cracksmen, have the goodness to Is it you, brother? Is it you, matry some other shutters. Enough! dam? Come, are you ready to subside into your darkness, children answer - respondere parati et cantare of night! Thieves ! we seek not to pares? (O shame! shame!) have you hanged - you are but as Will the villains ever be discovered pegs whereon to hang others. and punished who stole my fruit?
I may have said before, that if I Some unlucky rascals who rob orwere going to be hanged myself, Ichards are caught up the tree at once, think I should take an accurate note Some rob through life with impunity. of my sensations, request to stop at If I, for my part, were to try and get some public-house on the road to up the smallest tree, on the darkest Tyburn, and be provided with a pri- night, in the most remote orchard, I vate room and writing-materials, and wager any money I should be found give an account of my state of mind. out be caught by the leg in a manThen, gee up, carter! I beg your trap, or have Towler fastening on me. reverence to continue your apposite, I always am found out; have been ; though not novel, remarks on my shall be. It's my luck. Other men situation ; and so we drive up to will carry off bushels of fruit, and get Tyburn turnpike, where an expectant away undetected, unsuspected; wherecrowd, the obliging sheriffs, and the as I know woe and punishment would dexterous and rapid Mr. Ketch are fall upon me were I to lay my hand on already in waiting.
the smallest pippin. So be it. A A number of laboring people are man who has this precious self-knowlsauntering about our streets and edge will surely keep his hands from taking their rest on this holiday-picking and stealing, and his feet fellows who have no more stolen my upon the paths of virtue. pears than they have robbed the I will assume, my benevolent crown jewels out of the Tower -- and friends and present reader, that you I say I cannot help thinking in my yourself are virtuous, not froin a fear own mind, “Are you the rascal who of punishment, but from a sheer love got over my wall last night? Is of good, but as you and I walk the suspicion haunting my mind writ- through life, consider what hundreds ten on my countenance? I trust not. of thousands of rascals we must have What if one man after another were met, who have not been found out at to come up to me and say, “How all. In high places and low, in Clubs dare you, sir, suspect me in your and on 'Change, at church or the mind of stealing your fruit? Go be balls and routs of the nobility and hanged, you and your jargonels !” gentry, how dreadful it is for benevoYou rascal thief ! it is not merely lent beings like you and me to have to three halfp'orth of sooty fruit you rob think these undiscovered though not me of; it is my peace of mind - my unsuspected scoundrels are swarmartless innocence and trust in my ing! 'What is the difference between fellow-creatures, my childlike belief you and a galley-slave? Is yonder that every thing they say is true. poor wretch at the hulks not a man How can I hold out the hand of and a brother too? Have you ever friendship in this condition, when my forged, my dear sir ? Have you ever first impression is, “My good sir, I cheated your neighbor ? Have you strongly suspect that you were up my ever ridden to Hounslow Heath, and pear-tree last night?" It is a dread- robbed the mail? Have you ever ful state of mind. The core is black; entered a first-class railway-carriage, the death-stricken fruit drops on the where an old gentleman sat alone in bough, and a great worm is within a sweet sleep, daintily murdered him, fattening, and feasting, and wrig- I taken his pocket-book, and got out at
the next station? You know that fancy him taking his tea alone in the this circumstance occurred in France a dining-room? He empties that creamfew months since. If we have trav- jug and puts it in his pocket; and elled in France this autumn, we may then he opens yonder door, through have met the ingenious gentleman which he is never to pass again. Now who perpetrated this daring and suc- he crosses the hall: and hark! the cessful coup. We may have found him hall-door shuts upon him, and his a well-informed and agreeable man. steps die away. They are gone into I have been acquainted with two or the night. They traverse the sleepthree gentlemen who have been dis- ing city. They lead him into the covered after — after the performance fields, where the gray morning is of illegal actions. What? That agree beginning to glimmer. He pours able rattling fellow we met was the something from a bottle into a little celebrated Mr. John Sheppard? Was silver jug. It touches his lips, the that amiable quiet gentleman in spec- lying lips. Do they quiver a prayer tacles the well-known Mr. Fauntle- ere that awful draught is swallowed? roy? In Hazlitt's admirable paper, When the sun rises they are dumb.
Going to a Fight,” he describes a I neither knew this unhappy man, dashing sporting fellow who was in nor his countryman - Laërtes let us the coach, and who was no less a man call him — who is at present in exile, than the eminent destroyer of Mr. having been compelled to fly from William Weare. Don't tell me that remorseless creditors. Laërtes fled you would not like to have met (out to America, where he earned his of business) Captain Sheppard, the bread by his pen. I own to having Reverend Doctor Dodd, or others a kindly feeling towards this scaperendered famous by their actions and grace, because, though an exile, he misfortunes, by their lives and their did not abuse the country whence he deaths. They are the subjects of bal- fled. I have heard that he went away lads, the heroes of romance. A friend taking no spoil with him, penniless of mine had the house in May Fair, almost; and on his voyage he made out of which poor Doctor Dodd was acquaintance with a certain Jew; and taken handcuffed. There was the when he fell sick, at New York, this paved hall over which he stepped. Jew befriended him, and gave him That little room at the side was, no help and money out of his own store, doubt, the study where he composed which was but small. Now, after his elegant sermons. Two years they had been a while in the strange since I had the good fortune to par-city, it happened that the poor Jew take of some admirable dinners in spent all his little money, and he too Tyburnia - magnificent dinners in- fell ill, and was in great penury. And deed; but rendered doubly interesting now it was Laërtes who befriended from the fact that the house was that that Ebrew Jew. He feed doctors; occupied by the late Mr. Sadleir. he fed and tended the sick and hunOne night the late Mr. Sadleir took gry. Go to, Laërtes ! I know thee tea in that dining-room, and, to the not. It may be thou art justly exul surprise of his butler, went out, hav- patriæ. But the Jew shall intercede ing put into his pocket his own cream- for thee, thou not, let us trust, hopejug. The next morning, you know, less Christian sinner. he was found dead on Hampstead Another exile to the same shore I Heath, with the cream-jug lying by knew : who did not? Julius Cæsar him, into which he had poured the hardly owed more money than Cucepoison by which he died. The idea dicus: and, gracious powers! Cuceof the ghost of the late gentleman dicus, how did you manage to spend fitting about the room gave a strange and owe so much? All day he was interest to the banquet. Can you at work for his clients; at night he
was occupied in the Public Council. I us turn away, and pray that we may He neither had wife nor children. be kept out of the reach of his horrible The rewards which he received for maw, jaw, claw! his orations were enough to maintain When I first came up to London, twenty rhetoricians. Night after as innocent as Monsieur Gil Blas, I night I have seen him eating his also fell in with some pretty acquaintfrugal meal, consisting but of a fish, ances, found my way into several a small portion of mutton, and a caverns, and delivered my purse to small measure of Iberian or Trinacrian more than one gallant gentleman of wine, largely diluted with the spar- the road. One I remember especially kling waters of Rhenish Gaul. And - one who never eased me personally this was all he had; and this man of a single maravedi
than earned and paid away talents upon whom I never met a bandit more talents; and fled, owing who knows gallant, courteous, and amiable. Rob how many more! Does a man earn me? Rolando feasted me; treated fifteen thousand pounds a year, toil- me to his dinner and his wine; kept ing by day, talking by night, having a generous table for his friends, and I horrible unrest in his bed, ghastly know was most liberal to many of terrors at waking, seeing an officer them. How well I remember one lurking at every corner, a sword of of his speculations! It was a great justice forever hanging over his head plan for smuggling tobacco. Revenue
- and have for his sole diversion a officers were to be bought off; silent newspaper, a lonely mutton-chop, and ships were to ply on the Thames ; a little sherry and seltzer-water? In cunning depôts were to be established, the German stories we read how men and hundreds of thousands of pounds sell themselves to - a certain Person- to be made by the coup. How his age, and that Personage cheats them. eyes kindled as he propounded the He gives them wealth; yes, but the scheme to me! How easy and cergold-pieces turn into worthless leaves. tain it seemed! It might have sućHe sets them before splendid ban- ceeded : I can't say : but the bold and quets; yes, but what an awful grin merry, the hearty and kindly Rolando that black footman has who lifts up came to grief - a little matter of the dish-cover; and don't you smell imitated signatures occasioned a Bank a peculiar sulphurous odor in the persecution of Rolando the Brave. dish? Faugh! take it away; I can't He walked about armed, and vowed
He promises them splendors he would never be taken alive: but and triumphs. The conqueror's car taken he was; tried, condemned, rolls glittering through the city, the sentenced to perpetual banishment; multitudes shout and huzza. Drive and I heard that for some time he on, coachman. Yes, but who is that was universally popular in the colony hanging on behind the carriage? Is which had the honor to possess him. this the reward of eloquence, talents, What a song he could sing! 'Twas industry? Is this the end of a life's when the cup was sparkling before labor ? Don't you remember how, us, and heaven gave a portion of its when the dragon was infesting the blue, boys, blue, that I remember the neighborhood of Babylon, the citizens song of Roland at “The Old Piazza used to walk dismally out of evenings, Coffee-house." And now where is and look at the valleys round about “ The Old Piazza Coffee-house?” strewed with the bones of the victims Where is Thebes ? where is Troy? whom the monster had devoured ? where is the Colossus of Rhodes ? O insatiate brute, and most disgust-Ah, Rolando, Rolando! thou wert a ing, brazen, and scaly reptile! Let gallant captain, a cheery, a handsome, us be thankful, children, that it has a merry. At me thou never presentnot gobbled us up too. Quick. Let edst pistol. Thou badest the bumper
of Burgundy fill, fill for me, giving was gnawing him under his cloak: tiose who preferred it Champagne. I promise you Rupilius had some Colum non animum, &c. Do you sharp fangs gnashing under his. We think he has reformed now that he have sat at the same feast, I say : we has crossed the sea, and changed the have paid our contribution to the air ? I have my own opinion. How- same charity. Ah! when I ask this beit, Rolando, thou wert a most kind day for my daily bread, I pray not to and hospitable bandit. And I love be led into temptation, and to be denot to think of thee with a chain at livered from evil. thy shin.
Do you know how all these memories of unfortunate men have come upon me? When they came to frighten
DESSEIN'S. me this morning by speaking of my robbed pears, my perforated garden I ARRIVED by the night-mail packwall, I was reading an article in “ The et from Dover, The passage had Saturday Review” about Rupilius. I been rough, and the usual consehave sat near that young man at a pub- quences had ensued. I was disinlic dinner, and beheld him in a gilded clined to travel farther that night on uniform. But yesterday he lived in my road to Paris, and knew the splendor, had long hair, a flowing Calais hotel of old as one of the beard, a jewel at his neck, and a smart cleanest, one of the dearest, one of surtout. So attired, he stood but yes- the most comfortable hotels on the terday in court; and to-day he sits continent of Europe. There is no over a bowl of prison cocoa, with a town more French than Calais. That shaved head, and in a felon's jerkin. charming old “ Hôtel Dessein," with
That beard and head shaved, that its court, its gardens, its lordly gaudy deputy-lieutenant's coat ex- kitchen, its princely waiter --- a gentlechanged for felon uniform, and your man of the old school, who has weldaily bottle of champagne for prison comed the finest company in Europe cocoa, my poor Rupilius, what a com - have long been known to me. I fort it must be to have the business have read complaints in brought to an end! Champagne was Times, more than once, I think, the honorable gentleman's drink in that the Dessein bills are dear. A the House of Commons dining-room, bottle of soda-water certainly costs as I am informed.
What uncom well, never mind how much. I monly dry champagne that must remember as a boy, at the “Ship" at have been !' When we saw him out- Dover (imperante Carolo Decimo), wardly happy, how miserable he when, my place to London being must have been! when we thought paid, I had but 12s. left after a certain him prosperous, how dismally poor ! little Paris excursion (about which When the great Mr. Harker, at the my benighted parents never knew any public dinners, called out — "Gentle thing), ordering for dinner a whiting, men, charge your glasses, and please a beefsteak, and a glass of negus, and silence for the Honorable Member for the bill was, dinner 78., glass of negus Lambeth!” how that Honorable Mem- 2s., waiter 6d., and only half a crown ber must have writhed inwardly! One left, as I was a sinner, for the guard day, when there was a talk of a gen- and coachman on the way to London ! tleman's honor being questioned, And I was a sinner. Rupilius said, “If any man doubted without leave. What a long, dreary, mine, I would knock him down." guilty forty hours' journey it was But that speech was in the way of from Paris to Calais, I remember! business. The Spartan boy, who How did I come to think of this stole the fox, smiled while the beast | escapade, which occurred in the Easter
I had gone