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down my cheek. The features of the good woman relaxed still more; she looked at me, then compassionately at the reviving female, and left the room.
“ Heaven bless
for it,” said I, “ It is an act of charity, and will not lose its reward." The poor young creature once more opened her
eyes ; faintly and sickly she opened them; and, as she looked at me, she sighed out. “ I am ill, very ill, but it will soon be over." 66 Over !” cried I, as I attempted to, ring the bell.
She feebly caught iny arm-" I ain dying,” said she, “and I ought to die.”. If my heart would have let me, I could have exclaimed, with my Uncle Toby, By Heaven you shall not !”- but the words stuck in my throat, and I could not utter them.
I procured such refreshments as the house could afford. « She took them to satisfy me," she said, “ for she, knew she was dying—she felt the hand of Death upon her.” A faint melancholy smile, that overspread her features as she spoke, seemed to welcome his approach : for Death, to the poor, and the miserable, and the hopeless, is an angel that comes to unbar the doors of their prison, and free them from care, and sorrow, and anguish. To the happy only is he the monarch of terror.
" And had you not a house to shelter you from the inclemency of the weather?” said I, in a low lone of voice, half-doubting whether I should have asked the question. “Ah, no!" she replied, shaking her head.— " Nor a friend ?”_- A friend !” she exclaimed, as hastily as her feeble frame would permit her—" Alas-not one! I once had, but I have not a friend now." The cadence of her voice, as she finished, drew tears from my eyes ; supported as she was in my arins, she felt them fall on her hand; she raised her eyes to my face, as if she doubted their reality, and when she saw they were no feigned symptoms of sorrow, her looks seemed to say— “ God bless you~I am unaccustomed to pity."
She lay for some time without motion-i scarce felt her breathe. I supposed she had fallen asleep, and was about to call the good woinan of the house to prepare a bed for her reception, when a convulsive sigh, that seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, convinced me that she was still awake. I stooped to observe whether her eyes were shut. I found them staring wildly. The crimson flush, which had begun to overspread her eiecks, was .ucceeded by a livid hue. She sighed again,
“ Good God you are ill-you are dying !” I exclaimed: The poor girl sighed once more, gave a slight shudder, groaned-and sank lifeless on my bosom!
SURNAMES, ANCIENT AND MODERN.
Nothing can be more preposterously absurd than the practice of inheriting cognomina, which ought never to be purely personal. I would ask, for example, what propriety there was in giving the name Xenophon, which signifies one that speaks a foreign language, to the celebrated Greek who distinguished himself, not only as a consummate Captain, but also an elegant writer in his mother tongue ?
What could be more ridiculous than to denominate the great philosopher of Crotona Pythagora), which implies a striking speech? Or what could be more misapplied than the name of the weeping philosopher Heraclitus, signifying military glory? The inheritance of surnames, among the Romans, produced still more ridiculous consequences. The best and noblest families in Rome derived their names from the coarsest employments, or else from the corporeal blemishes of their ancestors. The Pisones were millers: the Cicerones, and the Ledtuli were so called from the vetches and the lentils which their forefathers dealt in. The Fabii were so denominated from a dung-pit, in which the first of the family was begot by stealth, in the way of fornication. A ploughman gave rise to the great family of the Serrani, the ladies of which always went without sinocks. The Suilli, the Bubulci, and the Porci, were descended from a swine-herd, a cow-herd, and a bogbutcher.-What could be more disgraceful than to call the senator Strabo, Squintum ; or a fine young lady of the house of Pæti, Pigsnies? or to distinguish a matron of the Limi by the appellation of Sheep's-eye?-What could be more dishonourable than to give the surnaine of Snub-nose to P. Silius, the Proprætor, because his great-great great-grahdfather had a nose of that inake? Ovid, indeed, had a long nose, and therefore was justly denominated Naso: but why should Horace be called Flaccus, as if his ears had been stretched in the pillory? I need not mention the Burrbi, Nigri, Rusi, Aquilii, and Rutilii, because we have the same foolish surnames in England ; and even the Lappa; for I myself know a very pretty miss, called Rough-head, though, in fact, there is not a young lady in the bills of mortality who takes more pains to dress her hair to the best advantage. The famous Dictator, whom the deputies of Rome found at the plough, was known by the name of Cincinnatus, or Ragged-head. Now I leave you to judge how it would sound in these days, if a footman at the play-houseshould call out, “ My Lady Ragged-head's coach. Room “ for my Lady Ragged-head. I am doubtful whether the English name of Hale does not come from the Roman cognomen Hala, which signified stinking breath. What need I mention the Plauti, Panci, Valgi, Vari, Vatiæ, and Scauri ; the Tuditani, the Malici, Cenestellæ, and Leccæ; in other words, the Splay-foots, Bandy-legs, Shamble-shins, Baker-knees, Club-foots, Hammer-heads, Chubby-cheeks, Bald-heads, and Letchers.-I shall not say a word of the Buteo, or Buzzard, that I may not be obliged to explain the ineaning of the word Triorchis, from whence it takes its denomination; yet all those were great families in Rome. But I cannot help taking notice of some of the same improprieties, which have crept into the language and customs of this country. Let us suppose, for example, á foreigner reading an English newspaper in these terms: “Last Tuesday the Right Honourable Timothy Sillyman, Secretary of State for the Southern Department, gave a grand entertainment to the nobility and gentry, at his house in Knave's-acre. The evening was concluded with a ball, which was opened by Sir Samuel Hog and Lady Diana Rough-head. By the last mail from Germany, we have certain advice of a complete victory which General Coward has obtained over the enemy.' On this occasion the General displayed all the intrepidity of the most renowned hero;-by the same channel, we are informed that Lieutenant Little-fear has been broke by a court-martial for cowardice.-We hear that Edward West, Esq. will be elected President of the Directors of the East-India Company for the ensuing year. It is reported that Commodore North will be sent with a squadron into the South Sea.-Captains East and South áre appointed by the Lords of the Admiralty commanders of two frigates, to sail on the discovery of the NorthWest passage.--Yesterday morning Sir John Summer, Bart. lay dangerously ill at his house in Spring-gardens : he is attended by Dr. Winter; but there are no hopes of VOL. IV.
his recovery.--Saturday last, Philip Frost, a dealer in gunpowder, died at his house on Snow-hill, of a high fever, caught by overheating himself in walking for a wager from No Man's Land to the World's End. Last week, Mr. John Fog, teacher of astronomy in Rotherhithe, was married to the widow Fairweather, of Puddledock.-Wę hear from Bath, that on Thursday last a duel was foughton Lansdown, by Captain Sparrow, and Richard Hawke, Esq. in which the latter was mortally wonnded.-Friday last ended the sessions at the Old Bailey, when the following persons received sentence of death: Leonard Lamb, for the murder of Julius Wolf; and Henry Grave, for robbing and as saulting Dr. Death, whereby the said Death was put in fear of his life. Giles Gosling, for defrauding Siinon Fox of four guineas and his watch by subtle craft, was transported for seven years; and David Drinkwater was ordered to be set in the stocks, as an habitual drunkard. The trial of Thomas Green, whitster, of Fulham, for à rape on the body of Flora White, a mulatto, was put off till next sessions, on account of the absence of two material evidences; viz. Sarah Brown, clear-starcher, of Pimlico, and Anthony Black, scarlet-dyer, of Wandsworth.”—1 ask thee, Peacock, whether a sensible foreigner, who understood the literal meaning of these names, which are all truly British, would not think ye were a nation of humourists, who delighted in cross-purposes and ludicrous singularity ? But, indeed, ye• are not more absurd in this
particular than some of your neighbours.I knew a Frenchman, of the name of Bouvier, which sig, nifies Cow-keeper, pique himself upon his noblesse ; and a General, called Valavoir, is said to have lost his life by the whimsical impropriety of his surname, which signifies
and --You may remember an Italian ininister, called Grossa-testa, or Great-head, though, in fact, he had scarce any head at all. That nation has, likewise, its Sforzas, Malatestas, Boccanigras, Porcinas, Guidices; its Colonnas, Muratorios, Medices, and Gozzi; Endeavours, Chuckle-heads, Black-muzzles, Hogs, Judges, Pillars, Masons, Leeches, and Chubby-chops. Spain has its Almohadas, Girones, Utreras, Ursinas, and Zapatas ; signifying Cushions, Gores, Bullocks, Bears, and Slippers. The Turks, in other respects a sensible people, fall into the same extravagance with respect to the inheritance of surnames. An Armenian
merchant at Aleppo used to dine at the house of a cook, whose name was Clock-maker; and the handsome Ichoglan in the Bashaw's seraglio was surnamed Crookback.
THE FRENCH MISER. AVARICE, of all other passions, is the least to be accounted for, as it precludes the miser from all pleasure except that of hoarding; the prodigal, the gamester, the ambitious, having something to plead by way of palliatives for their inordinate affections to their respective objects and pursuits; but the miser gratifies his passion at, the expense of every conveniency, indulgence, or even necessary of life. He is aptly compared to the magpie, who hides gold which he can make no use of
M. Vandille was the most remarkable man in Paris, both on account of his immense riches, and his extreme avarice. He lodged as high up as the roof would admit him, to avoid noise or visits, maintained one poor old woman to attend him in his garret, allowed her only seven sous per week, or a penny per diem. His usual diet was bread and milk, and, for indulgence, some poor sour wine on Sunday, on which day he constantly gave one farthing to the poor, being one shilling and a penny per annum, which he cast up, and, after his death, his extensive charity amounted to forty-three shillings and fourpence. This prudent economist had been a magistrate, or officer, at Boulogne, from which obscurity he was promoted to Paris, for the reputation of his wealth, which he lent upon undeniable security to the public funds, not caring to trust individuals with his life and soul. While a magisa trate at Boulogne, he maintained himself by taking upon him to be milktaster-general at the market, and from one to another filled his belly, and washed down his bread at no expense of his own, not, doubtless, from any other principle than that of serving the public in regulating the goodness of milk. When he had a call to Paris, knowing that stage-vehicles are expensive, he determined to go thither on foot; and, to avoid being robbed, he took care to export with himself neither more nor less than the considerable sum of threepence sterling, to carry him one hundred and thirty miles; and with the greater facility to execute his plan of operation, he went in the quality of a