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about her ; who would look at an angel ain't no calling names in it-no angels if one of the seraphim came down from heaven with empty pockets? A woman

A few days after this, and some more cannot get on in the water without

of the like advice, Genevieve began to money; she had as good be a fish without any fins in it, Beauty.' "I hate the

open a new plan of works against the men,' said Genevieve ; - they only court philosopher, and it came to pass that he ine because they want to put their hands dropt upon her unawares under a hedge

in one of Old Crab's meadows. She had into iny pocket.'

a little basket in her hand, and his At length, however, Genevieve favourite pointer Ponto was lying by meets her fate, and falls desperately philosopher saw her very busy with her

her side as she sat upon the grass.

The in love; but her passion does not seem likely to be requited, as the object of osity to see what she was doing; and pre

fingers in her basket, and felt some curi. it seems perfectly ignorant of his good sently

she gave Ponto a bit of sweet cake fortune, till she gets some hints from out of it, who put his two paws directly her cousin, Lady Charlotte Orby, re- into her lap, and fell to licking her face specting the management of back- as if it were something very savoury. ward lovers.

She did not seem to take Ponto's kisses This Lady Charlotte Orby is the much in anger, however, for she caught third heroine of the book, and we

him in her arms and gave him some in rethink we like her best of the three. turn, and another piece of sweet cake, She is very pretty, very cunning, and when the pointer curled himself round very shrewd-which is surprising con

and lay down at her feet. Love me love sidering her parentage, for she is the my dog, quoth the philosopher to him

self, and, plucking a leaf, put it between daughter of Lord Budemere, and her the pages of a folio edition of Aristotle noble parent, besides being a shock- to keep his place, and then laid the old ing rascal, is such a fool that we are Stagirite down under an oak: having so told “if Old Crab had combed Lord done, he crept round the bush under Budemere's head with a three-legged which Genevieve sat, and saw her pick stool, and combed out brains and all, a great caterpillar off it and put it into pouring milk, eggs, and sugar, in the her basket. Ponto, smelling his master, place of them to serve for understand- jumped up at that moment and began to ing, it would have altered his lord- whine and wag his tail ; Genevieve ship's intellects a world for the better, standing behind the bush.

jumped up too, and saw the philosopher and his soul would have sat much blockhead," said she,' what are you come

You great more at her ease in the middle of

for?' 'Come for !' said Acerbus, ' why, a custard.” This shrewd young lady this is the way I usually walk in an rightly divines the object of Gene- evening—what makes Ponto and you so vieve's affections to be the philoso- fond of one another all on a sudden ? pher Acerbus, and though Gene- what have you got in that basket, vieve, attempts to deny it, and Jenny? What's that to you, you fool? says she would " as lief marry the said she, 'nothing at all.

"I see some wonderful fish that was shown leaves in it,' said he, poking his fingers in Piccadilly for a shilling,", yet lady out of my basket, or i'll beat it about

under its lid. “Keep your nasty fingers Charlotte lays down some hints for entangling his beart in cunning very cross this evening, Jenny,' said he

your stupid pate,' said she. You are meshes, which her friend acts upon. -come, I know what is in it; there is Here is one of the scenes between her

some cake in it, for I saw you give and the philosophic Acerbus (a very Ponto a bit of cake out of it—and I saw handsome as well as very amiable you put some leaves and a caterpillar man), in which it appears that, under into it.' Then, if you know, why d'ye Old Crab's guardianship, Genevieve ask, ye great ass ?' said she. To see if has picked up a good smattering of you made any secret of what it had in it, that eccentric ecclesiastic's peculiar said he ; ‘let me just look at your catervocabulary. However, after the ultra pillar, Jenny.'. You shall not see it, 80 sentiment of the love-scenes of most get along,' said she. I lost a very curimodern novelists, we find something made its escape among the leaves ; pray

ous one in that very bush yesterday; it racy in these, odd as they are—for the tell me, cousin, has it got

a horn upon its same reason that Old Weller liked tail ?' The philosopher, a little too eager his son's valentine—“ because there to see Genevieve's caterpillar, laid hold

on her basket. upon which she gave him a quoth the old farmer, you must bear great push and rolled him upon the grass. me half in that matter, it will cost me Lady Charlotte, who had wandered from three hundred pound. 'Not a penny,' her friend in search of wildflowers, came quoth Old Crab, 'I have put five hundred round some trees just as the philosopher pounds to my wench's fortune in order was tumbled upon the ground. She ran to take a step towards you, Master Cart. to him, and asked him kindly if he was land, so now it is your turn to take a step hurt? Seeing him laugh, she said, 'I de towards me.' 'Come, come,' quoth the clare, if I were you, cousin, I would go old farmer, 'you will build a cow-house!' and tuinble her down out of pure re- 'No,' quoth Old Crab. "A cart-house?' venge !' 'If the blockhead comes near 'No,' quoth Old Crab. 'A fatting hogme again,' said Genevieve with a haughty sty?' No,' quoth Old Crab. Find frown, 'I will break his neck. Upon me tiles for the wheat-barn?' 'No,' this Acerbus walked away."

quoth Old Crab. "Be something towards While Genevieve is thus wooing the the furniture?' 'No,

' quoth old Crab. philosopher, and Lady Charlotte put- What, not a bed?' No,' quoth Old ting her own principles in practice have feathers enough by me to make a

Come,' said Mrs B. Decastro,ʻI with Harry Lamsbroke, who is such bed, if my husband will allow me to make a shocking young fool that we

will

a little offer on my part.' 'Well, well,' say nothing more about him, Old quoth Old Crab, * I shan't stick out for a Crab, by way of effectually separating few feathers; give us your hand, Master George and Julia, has brought a new Cartland, if 'tis a bargain.' Upon which lover to his daughter, one John Cart- Old Crab and the old farmer shook land, a country bumpkin, who comes hands." a-courting; and all his family are invited to dinner. And this is the way

The bumpkin lover, however, dies by that Old Crab deals with the subject; arisen, for Mr Grove

has command

an accident; but another obstacle has so interesting to parents

and guardi- ed George to marry Lady Charlotte ans, of marriage settlements.

Orby (who, not having at that time “Now it came to pass, after the taken a fancy to the fool Lamsbroke, boiled beef and cabbage, the ham and has no objection), and the worthy the fowls were removed, and the wine, young man, in obedience to his parent, punch, pipes, and strong beer put upon is actually at the church door, on his the table, Look ye, Master Cartland, way to be married, when Genevieve, quoth Old Crab, forcing and driving in this business ; we

hearing of it, seizes him there, hustles shall be glad to see your son at a leisure him into her carriage,

and makes off hour at the farm, and if he and my

with the prize. Eventually, after wench can agree we'll have a wedding other hindrances and distresses, Julia

- And if so be that they cannot,' in- and George are happily united about terrupted the old farmer, why, there's the middle of the third volume. A no harm done. 'I loves Miss Julee less sentimental, though perhaps more rarely well, quoth Madam Cartland, diverting love-affair than any of the and if as why she can get the better of others, is that of Old Comical, whose her heart and hankerings, for I have inamorata is thus described :been told that the Squire don't care for a match betwixt her and his son, why, “ Now there was a lady in these days as I says, I hopes as how my son John, named Madam Frances Funstall, who heaven bless him, may be her man after had a duke for her father and a dairyall, but yet, as why, as I says, I ban't for maid for her mother, and lived at a neat cramming force-meat into her mouth little house in a village called Dillieswhether she wool or no.' 'Well, well,' piddle : Her noble father, seeing she was qnoth Old Crab, "we shall see how not like to be a beauty, left her in his matters will be ; you and I understand will a legacy of ten thousand pounds, one another, Master Cartland, Bullocks- part of which she had laid out in a purHatch and the water-meads come with chase of a house and garden, and lived your son, if the thing take place, and upon the interest of the remainder like a three thousand pounds go with my gentlewoman of figure: now this was very wench. But the homestall must be re. considerate in his grace, for a woman paired at your expense, I insist upon without beauty and without money may that, and I will keep the young folks get up before sunrise and look for a husuntil the farmhouse be got ready for band till 'tis dark, and then go to bed them.'

. Look you, Master Decastro,' without ope. As for beauty, Madam Funstall had not as much as she could mouth, with the end thereof sticking out cover with her hand, which was so small, of the post-chaise window. Old Crab, and her fingers so short and thick, that hearing a great noise among the pigs, she could not shut it ; she had the duke's and a cracking of whips, as he sat in his nose only, all the rest belonged to the little parlour, came forth at the moment dairy-wench."

Old Comical drove up to the back of the Old Comical's brother dies and

house, for he had too much modesty to

come up to the grand entrance. Why, leaves him heir to £3000 a-year, and you scoundrel !' quoth Old Crab, I ex. the manor of Cock-a-doodle. The pected you to run mad, but this is not good news has a singular effect upon the way to Bedlam; what the plague d'ye him.

come here for?' Upon which Old Co“ It brought him trouble in his in. mical, pulling his head and shoulders have turned another man's brains turned in it, said, . Look you, master, I am as ward parts, however, and what might out of the tankard, for it was a mon.

strous jug, big enough for a man to bathe Old Comical's stomach into confusion, much your humble servant to command uproar, and astonishment. Adszooks,

as ever, for all I am lord of the manor of what a rumbling and grumbling, what a piping, what a squalling of the bowels !

Cock-a-doodle,' blowing a long pillar of

smoke out of his mouth through the chaise what a quarrelling and noise, what a piece of work there was in his inside!

window : ' you have been a noble master he felt as if he had swallowed a great but rags upon my back and raw turnips

to me, took me in when I had nothing rebellion and they were fighting for a new constitution in his belly ! but he

in my belly, fed ine and clothed me, had no mind to run mad for all that ; farm as long as you will let me work for

and 'sume my body if I ever leave your for then he would have been put into a dark room and had his money taken you! no, no,- you were my friend when

I had not a sixpence in my pocket, and away. Now,' said he, shutting Old Crab's garden-door, 'I will see if I can

'sume me if I ever forsake you now I get in time to be chief mourner at my

have three thousand pounds a-year and brother's funeral, but as for crying,

am lord of the manor of Cock-a-doodle!' everybody knows how little water i Upon which Old Comical gave his tank. have to spare that way; folks will be ard to the post-boys, and a crown adisappointed if they take my eyes for a

piece to comfort their constitutions, on pair of water squirts : what! come into

the road, as he told them, threw off his three thousand a year, and put my finger the next empty waggon, for Old Crab

coat and waistcoat and went afield with in my eye! A very small bottle will hold all my flittings. No,as for weep

was in the middle of his wheat harvest. ing, we will leave all that to be done by regular flight of steps, to Old Comical's

And this brings us down, as it were by a all such as come in for nothing by the death of the departed, they may weep

first visit, as a lover, at Dillies-piddle : with a better grace, and never be sus

It was a Sunday morning, and Madam pected of hypocrisy: no, no, no weep parel at her breakfast-table, whenOld

Funstall sat tackled out in her best aping, tears have nothing to do in the matter, for my brother is better off, and so

Comical rang at her gate with a calf's am I; then what occasion is there for

heart in his hand, a great skewer stuck crying when there is no harm done on

in it, and the blood all trickling through either side? A good friend is gone, it is

his fingers: Madam Funstall cast her truo; but when he has done us all the radiant eyes through her window, as she good he can do, and left a world of sat sipping her tea and brandy, saw, and

knew him in a moment: for Old Comi. troubles for a better, he would call me a fool if he saw me fall a-crying, and tell

cal, long since her ardent lover, used to me so to my face, if he could speak his stick her pigs and singe her bacon and mind. Upon which Old Comical shut dare, when he was a day-labourer on

never told his love: and how should he Crab's garden-door, as aforesaid, put Old Crab's farm at a shilling a-day and Quit 2 is best suit, and set off for the manor

his victuals ?" xek doodle. Now having settled Az! "maceurs to his mind, paid his legacies, ventre olhe window in her jointure house, ical arrive at her gate, and not know

Madam Funstall, seeing Old Comreal's ne zao him forthwith into a post- ing of the marvellous change in his RBO uni palloped into old Crab's fortunes, imagines he has come to be

yane za imur horses and two pos- paid for the last pig he stuck for her, THIS strong beer in his and sends him, by her maid Keziah,

Jone of tobacco in his a shilling's worth of halfpence, and a

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horn of ale. The lord of Cock-a- The wonderful incidents contained doodle, indignant at such treatment in the third and fourth volumes-how of a gentleman of his degree, has a Julia and Genevieve were spirited scolding-match, rather too racy for away-how they were recovered miextracting, though highly humorous, raculously, both through the agency with Keziah; the noise of which of Old Comical - how Genevieve brings Madam Funstall into the came back such a figure, that if the kitchen, whereupon Old Comical, crows had got sight of her they would after declaring his passion, as he have left the kingdom”—how Fredknelt upon his wig at her feet," forth- erick and his confederate miscreants with laid his bald pate upon her foot all meet the end they merit-how, and groaned.” Madame Funstall is finally, all the lovers, Old Comical inat first highly indignant, till Old cluded, are made happy-with much Comical announces that he is lord of other interesting matter, we refrain the manor of Cock-a-doodle, where- from touching on the end we proupon " he soon became as sweet to posed to ourself in this paper being Madam Funstall as a roll of poma

now answered. tum," and his advances, including the Reader, did you never, in the circle present of the calf's heart, are most of your acquaintance, know or hear graciously accepted.

of a man of original talent and exWe will give one more little scene, cellent heart, whose good qualities because it has the double effect of were rendered nugatory by some illshowing how far Genevieve's affec- habit-tippling, bad language, or some tion was returned by Acerbus, and such evil propensity, and who, after how a philosopher proposes to a lady. being pitied through life by his

friends as “nobody's enemy but his ""What d'ye mean by that, sir?' said own,” finally hides in an obscure Genevieve in confusion. Mean ! quoth grave, talents which might have made he, 'why, I saw you throw your glove on the fortunes of half his generation ? the walk after you looked which way I Even such is the character of our dear was coming, and then hide yourself in friend John Decastro-one who, full the bush-now, prythee, my pretty cou. sin, what could you mean by this ?'

as he is of kindliness and humour, we Genevieve was in a pucker, and bit her

can only venture to introduce to solips till the blood dropt upon her bosom. ciety in his most guarded moments.

- Well, well,' continued he, ‘I will His humour is often of a cast belonganswer the question for you, my pretty ing to the age of Squire Western and kinswoman : you are willing to be my Commodore Trunnion, rather than mate, and make signs of what you cannot to ours; and in these times, when speak: come, pretty Jenny, for indeed I

even my Uncle Toby is known to the think you pretty, you shall be my mate, rising generation only through the and I will be your mate, my pretty kins- medium of elegant extracts, --sorely woman, and we will be man and wife emasculated and worse mutilated together. I found out your love, and

than he was in the trenches before will give you love for love: I have broken the matter to my father and my

Dendermond, John-our good friend mother, and my good uncle Bartholo. John-could scarcely expect a full mew, and my good aunt, and all think hearing. But in thus reproducing well of a wedding between us; and so some of the matter that so won our my sweet pretty Jenny, I will kiss your fancy in infancy, and held it in youth sweet lips, if you please, upon the bar and manhood, we are executing a gain. Upon which he made a mark with pleasant duty. The work is virtuhis thumb-nail in Plato, lest he lose his ally defunct, and will not probably place where he left off reading, and shut- rise from its ashes ; we, like Old Morbench, then folding his arms round Ge tality, have been working lovingly on

a tombstone, and we shall be glad to nevieve's waist gave her a hearty kiss

think that this frail memorial may upon her lips; after which, taking up Plato, and opening the book, he walked perchance prevent the memory of the off reading Greek, and left Genevieve Decastros from perishing utterly from to her meditations."

the earth.

MAID BARBARA.

Of all the maids of Dynevor, maid Barbara is most fair ;
There's none hath lily cheeks like hers, and none such golden hair :
Her tread is scarcely heavier, amid the garden flowers,
Than dew-drops of the morning, or the gentle summer-showers.
Beside the Dame of Dynevor six maidens ever dwell-
Six maids whose gallant fathers with her lord in battle fell :
There be some for dance and music, and some beguile the time,
Ever chaunting warlike actions in minstrel's warlike rhyme.
But the task of maiden Barbara is from the flowers to choose
Which give out the sweetest fragrance, and which have loveliest hues;
That with these her master's chamber she fitly may adorn,
She gathers some at sunset, and some at early morn.
The first spring-blown anemone she in his doublet wove,
To keep him safe from pestilence wherever he should rove;
St John's-wort and fresh cyclamen she in his chamber kept,
From the power of evil angels to guard him while he slept.
The ancient lands of Dynevor spread many a league afar,
Famous were its knights at council, and valiant all in war;
This young lord is daily longing the king should cross the sea,
And his father's fall avenge upon the Frankish chivalry.
Now knightly deeds and martial tales Dame Dynevor fill with dread,
And to her son she often prays some lady fair to wed ;
But of love he spoke too lightly, and laughed at Beauty's glance,
Aye keeping bright his amour for the battle-fields of France.
Once on a summer evening, his mother, passing by,
Within her young lord's chamber heard many a heavy sigh-
Ah! who should there with tears deplore the cruelty of fate
That made her love too fondly whom she ne'er might hope to mate ?
'Twas gentle maiden Barbara, with hands across her breast,
That there alone unto herself her hopeless love confessed ;
She slowly through the chamber paced, and many a tear she shed,
Oft stopping to kiss the pillow upon her master's bed.
Then angry waxed Dame Dynevor at son and maiden both;
She straight before her summoned him, and spake to him in wrath :
“What have ye done, Lord Dynevor, to my maid Barbara,
That she should kiss your pillow, and sigh and weep all day ?"
Up started young Lord Dynevor, with face fast flushing red,
“No love showed I to Barbara by word or look,” he said.

A simple esquire's daughter, son, were never wife for you"-
But in his ire he answered not, and from her straight withdrew.
To his horses and his hounds he betook him from her sight,
To his dogs he whistled loud, and his sword he rubbed more bright;
Oh! were the king but ready for the French shores to set forth,
In other than the lists of love he might approve his birth.
But when unconscious Barbara he on the morrow met,
He doubted if those lily cheeks had e'er with tears been wet ;
So, through the day much marvelling at what his mother told,
That in a maid so modest love should show itself so bold,

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