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and production of which I might | danger of excess, as there is in every advantageously learn? To the man other pastime or occupation of life. who does know these things, I say If you grow too eager for your twothe interest of life is prodigiously in- pence, the acquisition or the loss of creased. The milkman becomes a it may affect your peace of mind, and study to him; the baker a being he peace of mind is better than any curiously and tenderly examines. amount of twopences. My friend, Go, Lewes, and clap a hideous sea- the old-clothes'-man, whose agonies anemone into a glass : I will put a over the hat have led to this rambling cabman under mine, and make a disquisition, has, I very much fear, vivisection of a butcher. O Lares, by a too eager pursuit of small profits, Penates, and gentle household gods, disturbed the equanimity of a mind teach me to sympathize with all that that ought to be easy and happy. comes within my doors! Give me an "Had I stood out, he thinks, "I interest in the butcher's book. Let might have had the hat for threeme look forward to the ensuing num- pence, and he doubts whether, havber of the grocer's account with eager- ing given fourpence for it, he will ness. It seems ungrateful to my ever get back his money. My good kitchen-chimney not to know the cost Shadrach, if you go through life of sweeping it; and I trust that many passionately deploring the irrevocaa man who reads this, and muses on ble, and allow yesterday's transactions it, will feel, like the writer, ashamed to imbitter the cheerfulness of to-day of himself, and hang down his head and to-morrow - as lief walk down humbly.

to the Seine, souse in, hats, body, Now, if to this household game clothes-bag, and all, and put an end you could add a little money interest, to your sorrow and sordid cares. Bethe amusement would be increased fore and since Mr. Franklin wrote far beyond the mere money value, as his pretty apologue of the Whistle a game at cards for sixpence is better have we not all made bargains of than a rubber for nothing. If you which we repented, and coveted and can interest yourself about sixpence, acquired objects for which we have all life is invested with a new excite- paid too dearly? Who has not purment. From sunrise to sleeping you chased his hat in some market or can always be playing that game

other? There is General M'Clellan's wi butcher, baker, coal-merchant, cocked-hat for example: I dare say cabman, omnibus-man – nay, dia- he was eager enough to wear it, and mond-merchant and stock-broker. he has learned that it is by no means You can bargain for a guinea over cheerful wear. There were the milthe price of a diamond necklace, or itary beavers of Messeigneurs of Orfor a sixteenth per cent in a transac- leans : * they wore them gallantly in tion at the Stock Exchange. We all the face of battle; but I suspect they know men who have this faculty who were glad enough to pitch them into are not ungenerous with their money. the James River and come home in They give it on great occasions. mufti. Ah, mes amis ! à chacun son

They are more able to help than you schakot! I was looking at a bishop and I who spend ours, and say to the other day, and thinking, My poor Prodigal who comes to us out right reverend lord, that broad-brim at elbow, "My dear fellow, I should and rosette must bind your great have been delighted, but I have al- broad forehead very tightly, and give ready anticipated my quarter, and am you many a headache. A good easy going to ask Screwby if he can do any thing for me."

* Two cadets of the House of Orleans In this delightful, wholesome, ever- M'Clellan in his campaign against Rich

who served as Volunteers under General novel twopenny game, there is a l mond.

wide-awake were better for you, and I | Nepos,' with which he is much interwould like to see that honest face ested. His masters report,” &c. And with a cutty-pipe in the middle of it.” though Dr. Birch wrote by the same There is my Lord Mayor. My once mail a longer, fuller, and official statedear lord, my kind friend, when your ment, I have no doubt the distant two years' reign was over, did not you parents preferred the friend's letter, jump for joy and fling your chapeau- with its artless, possibly ungrammatbras out of window: and hasn't that ical, account of their little darling. hat cost you a pretty bit of money ? I have seen the young heir of BritThere, in a splendid travelling chariot, ain. These eyes have beheld him in the sweetest bonnet, all trimmed and his bride, on Saturday in Pall with orange-blossoms and Chantilly Mall, and on Tuesday in the nave lace, sits my Lady Rosa, with old of St. George's Chapel at Windsor, Lord Snowden by her side. Ah, when the young Princess Alexandra Rosa ! what a price have you paid of Denmark passed by with her for that hat which you wear; and is blooming procession of bridesmaids; your ladyship's coronet not purchased and half an hour later, when the too dear? Enough of hats. Sir, or Princess of Wales came forth from Madam, I take off mine, and salate the chapel, her husband by her side you with profound respect.

robed in the purple mantle of the famous Order which his forefather established here five hundred years ago. We were to see her yet once

again, when her open carriage passed ON ALEXANDRINES.* out of the Castle gate to the station A LETTER TO SOME COUNTRY COUS- of the near railway which was to con

vey her to Southampton.

Since womankind existed, has any DEAR COUSINS, — Be pleased to woman ever had such a greeting? At receive herewith a packet of Mayall's ten hours' distance, there is a city far photographs, and copies of “Illus- more magnificent than ours. With trated News, Illustrated Times,” every respect for Kensington „turn“ London Review," “ Queen,” and pike, I own that the Arc de l'Étoile “Observer,” each containing an ac at Paris is a much finer entrance to count of the notable festivities of the an imperial capital. In our black, past week. If, besides these remem- orderless, zigzag streets, we can show brances of home, you have a mind to nothing to compare with the magniread a letter from an old friend, be- ficent array of the Rue de Rivoli, that hold here it is. When I was at enormous regiment of stone stretching school, having left my parents in In- for five miles and presenting arms dia, a good-natured captain or colonel before the Tuileries. Think of the would come sometimes and see us late Fleet Prison and Waithman's ObeIndian boys, and talk to us about lisk, and of the Place de la Concorde papa and mamma, and give us coins and the Luxor Stone ! “ The finest of the realm, and write to our parents, site in Europe," as Trafalgar Square and say, “I drove over yesterday, and has been called by some obstinate saw Tommy at Dr. Birch's. I took British optimist, is disfigured by trohim to “The George,' and gave him phies, fountains, columns, and statues a dinner. His appetite is fine. He so puerile, disorderly, and hideous, states that he is readingCornelius that a lover of the arts must hang

the head of shame as he passes to see * This paper, it is almost needless to

our dear old queen city arraying hersay, was written just after the marriage of the Prince and Princess of Wales in self so absurdly; but when all is said March, 1863.

and done, we can show one or two

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of the greatest sights in the world. I went to see her, and found Goody and I doubt if any Roman festival was as her companion crones all in a futter vast or striking as the Derby day, or of excitement about the marriage. if any Imperial triumph could show The whitewashed walls of their bleak such a prodigious muster of faithful dormitory were ornamented with people as our young Princess saw on prints out of the illustrated journals, Saturday, when the nation turned out and hung with festoons and true-lovto greet her. The calculators are ers' knots of tape and colored paper ; squabbling about the numbers of hun- and the old bodies had had a good dreds of thousands, of millions, who dinner, and the old tongues were came forth to see her and bid her chirping and clacking away, all eager, welcome. Imagine beacons flaming, interested, sympathizing, and cne rockets blazing, yards manned, ships very elderly and rheumatic Goody, and forts saluting with their thunder, who is obliged to keep her bed (and every steamer and vessel, every town has, I trust, an exaggerated idea of and village from Ramsgate to Graves- the cares attending on royalty), said, end, swarming with happy gratula- “ Pore thing, pore thing! I pity her.” tion ; young girls with flowers, scat- Yes, even in that dim place there was tering roses before her; staid citizens a little brightness and a quavering and aldermen pushing and squeezing huzza, a contribution of a mite suband panting to make the speech, and scribed by tifose dozen poor old bow the knee, and bid her welcome! widows to the treasure of loyalty Who is this who is honored with such with which the nation endows the a pfodigious triumph, and received Prince's bride. with a welcome so astonishing ? A Three hundred years ago, when our year ago we had never heard of her. dread Sovereign Lady Elizabeth came I think about her pedigree and family to take possession of her realm and not a few of us are in the dark still, capital city, Holingshed, if you please and I own, for my part, to be much (whose pleasing history of course you puzzled by the allusions of newspaper carry about with you), relates in his genealogists and bards and skalds to fourth volume folio, that —“At hir Vikings, Berserkers, and so forth. But entring the citie, she was of the peoit would be interesting to know how ple received maruellous intierlie, as apmany hundreds of thousands of pho- peared by the assemblies, praiers, weltographs of the fair bright face have commings, cries, and all other signes by this time made it beloved and which argued a woonderfull earnest familiar in British homes. Think of loue :” and at various halting-places all the quiet country nooks from on the royal progress children habited Land's End to Caithness, where kind like angels appeared out of allegoric eyes have glanced at it! The farmer edifices and spoke verses to her — brings it home from market; the curate from his visit to the Cathedral

“Welcome, O Queen, as much as heart

can think, town; the rustic folk peer at it in the Welcome again, as much as tongue can little village shop-window; the squire's tell, children gaze on it round the drawing- Welcome to joyous tongues and hearts room table: every eye that beholds

God thee preserve, we pray, and wish it looks tenderly on its bright beauty thee ever welli" and sweet artless grace, and young and old pray God bless her. We have Our new Princess, you may be sure, an elderly friend (a certain Goody has also had her Alexandrines, and Twoshoes) who inhabits, with many, many minstrels have gone before her, other old ladies, the Union House of singing her praises. Mr. Tupper, the parish of St. Lazarus in Soho. who begins in very great force and One of your cousins from this house strength, and who proposes to give her

that will not shrink.

no less than eight hundred thousand call on the public for no less than welcomes in the first twenty lines of one hundred and fifty million one his ode, is not satisfied with this most hundred thousand welcomes for her liberal amount of acclamation, but Royal Highness. How much is this proposes at the end of his poem a still per head for all of us in the three more magnificent subscription. Thus kingdoms? Not above five welcomes we begin, “A hundred thousand apiece, and I am sure many of us welcomes, a hundred thousand wel- have given more than five hurrahs to comes.” In my copy the figures are the fair young Princess. in the well-known Arabic numerals, Each man sings according to his but let us have the numbers literally voice, and gives in proportion to his accurate :

means. The guns at Sheerness,

“ from their adamantine lips” (which “ A hundred thousand welcomes ! A hundred thousand welcomes !

had spoken in quarrelsome old times And a hundred thousand more! a very different language), roared a O happy heart of England,

hundred thundering welcomes to the Shout aloud and sing, land,

fair Dane. The maidens of England As no land sang before; And let the pæans soar

strewed roses before her feet at And ring from shore to shore,

Gravesend when she landed. Mr. A hundred thousand welcomes, Tupper, with the million and odd And a hundred thousand more;

welcomes, may be compared to the And let the cannons roar The joy-stunned city o'er.

thundering fleet; Mr. Chorley's song, And let the steeples chime it

to the flowerets scattered on her A hundred thousand welcomes

Royal Highness's happy and carpeted And a hundred thousand more; And let the people rhyme it

path : From neighbor's door to door,

“Blessings on that fair face ! From every man's heart's core,

Safe on the shore A hundred thousand welcomes

Of her home-dwelling place, And a hundred thousand more.

Stranger no more.

Love, from her household shrine, This contribution, in twenty not

- Keep sorrow far!

May for her hawthorn twine, long lines, of 900,000 (say nine hun

June bring sweet eglantine, dred thousand) welcomes, is hand Autumn, the golden vine, some indeed ; and shows that when Dear Northern Star!" our bard is inclined to be liberal, he does not look to the cost.

But what Hawthorn for May, eglantine fa is a sum of 900,000 to his further June, and in autumn a little tassu proposal ?

the golden vine for our Northers Star. I am sure no one will grudge

the Princess these simple enjoyinents, O let all these declare it, Let miles of shouting swear it,

and of the produce of the last-named In all the years of yore,

pleasing plant, I wonder how many Unparalleled before !

bumpers were drunk to her health on And thou, most welcome Wanderer Across the Northern Water,

the happy day of her bridal ? As for the Our England's ALEXANDRA,

Laureate's verses, I would respectfully Our dear adopted daughter

liken his Highness to a giant showing Lay to thine heart, conned o’er and o’er, a beacon torch on “a windy head

In future years remembered well, The magic fervor of this spell

land.” His flaring torch is a pineThat shakes the land from shore to shore, tree, to be sure, which nobody can And makes all hearts and eyes brim o'er; wield but himself. He waves it: and Our hundred thousand welcomes, Our fifty million welcomes,

four times in the midnight he shouts And a hundred million more!”

mightily, “ Alexandra !” and the

Pontic pine is whirled into the ocean, Here we have, besides the most and Enceladus goes home. liberal previous subscription, a further! Whose muse, whose cornemuse,

in

sounds with such plaintive sweet Our prayer for blessings on that gentle ness from Arthur's Seat, while Edin.

head, burgh and Musselburgh lie rapt

For earthly happiness and rest

Heaven! in delight, and the mermaids come May never sorrow dim those dove-like flapping up to Leith shore to hear eyes, the exquisite music? Sweeter piper

But peace as pure as reigned in Para

dise, Edina knows not than Aytoun, the Calm and untainted on creation's eve, Bard of the Cavaliers, who has given Attend thee stilll May holy angels," &c. in his frank adhesion to the reigning dynasty. When a most beautiful, This is all very well, my dear celebrated, and unfortunate princess country cousins. But will you say whose memory the Professor loves “Amen” to this prayer? I won't. when Mary, wife of Francis the Sec- Assuredly our fair Princess will shed ond, King of France, and by her many tears out of the “dove-like own right proclaimed Queen of Scot- eyes," or the heart will be little worth. land and England (poor soul!) en- Is she to know no parting, no care, no tered Paris with her young bride- anxious longing, no tender watches groom, good Peter Ronsard wrote of by the sick, to deplore no friends and her

kindred, and feel no grief? Heaven “ Toi qui as veu l'excellence de celle

forbid! When a bard or wildered Qui rend le ciel de l'Escosse envieux, minstrel writes so, best accept his own Dy hardiment, contentez vous mes yeux, confession, that he is losing his head. Vous ne verrez jamais chose plus On the day of her entrance into Lonbelle.» *

don who looked more bright and hapVous ne verrez jamais chose plus py than the Princess ? On the day belle." - Here is an Ålexandrine writ- of the marriage, the fair face wore its ten three hundred years ago, as sim- marks of care already, and looked out ple as bon jour. Professor Aytoun is quite grave, and frightened almost, more ornate. After elegantly com- under the wreaths and lace and plimenting the spring, and a descrip- orange-flowers. Would you have had tion of her Royal Highness's well- her feel no tremor? A maiden on known ancestors the “Berserkers,” the bridegroom's threshold, a Princess he bursts forth

led up to the steps of a throne? I

think her pallor and doubt became “The Rose of Denmark comes, the Royal her as well as her smiles. That,

Bride!
O loveliest Rose! our paragon

and

I can tell you, was our vote who sat pride

in X compartment, let us say, in the Choice of the Prince whom England nave of St. George's Chapel at Windholds so dear

sor, and saw a part of one of the What homage shall we pay To one who has no peer?

brightest ceremonies ever performed What can the bard or wildered minstrel there. say

My dear cousin Mary, you have an More than the peasant who on bended account of the dresses; and I promise

knee Breathes from his heart an earnest you there were princesses besides the prayer for thee?

bride whom it did the eyes good to Words are not fair, if that they would behold. Around the bride sailed a

express Is fairer still; so lovers in dismay

bevy of young creatures so fair, white, Stand all abashed before that loveliness and graceful, that I thought of those They worship most, but find no words fairy-tale beauties who are sometimes

to pray: Too sweet for incense! (bravo!) Take

sometimes white

princesses, and our loves instead

The Royal Princesses and Most freely, truly, and devoutly given; the Royal Knights of the Garter

swept by in prodigious robes and * Quoted in Mignet's " Life of Mary.” | trains of purple velvet, thirty shil

swans.

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