- SHARPE'S LONDON MAGAZINE. the God who has protected them, and clothed them, and their childhood, and that there is always one or other 66 "She is not, indeed, a common person. She was the "There are some few striking figures amongst the vilmost sequestered dales, and, with an only sister, was lagers," remarked Justine, "particularly one old woman daughter of a worthy simple-minded curate in one of our with a face puckered into innumerable wrinkles, and a low figure, bent still lower by age, who always walks early left an orphan, with a very small pittance. Mary with her dark linen gown tucked up to display a well-married the schoolmaster of Kirkfield, and was for a few preserved quilted green petticoat, made of some almost forgotten material." Poor old Deborah Dison, with her green calimanco petticoat, is indeed a striking figure, and always looks to me like some fantastic, gnarled, and knotted stump for she has resisted of an oak tree," said her aunt; many storms of adversity, and, like the oak, only seemed the more firmly rooted to the earth by the winds which blew over her. I have sometimes heard it asked of a blighted tree, why is it left when beauty and usefulness are gone? and the answer has been difficult to find. Perhaps, when looking at poor Deborah, some may be tempted to exclaim, Cut it down, why cumbereth it the ground for she has long seemed useless-all who depended upon her for support, or to whom she might have looked for it in her latter days, are gone-she is alone, and, to a superficial observer, a cumberer of the ground; yet, the Great Husbandman has an answer to the inquiry. With that hard exterior a change is going on inwardly. She was always a hard-working woman, rising early, and late taking rest; and maintained a decent and steady character; but formerly the sabbath shone no sabbath-day to her; she was full of worldly cares, and the things of time hid from her eyes the greater things of Eternity. To all that our good vicar would urge on the necessity of attending to the one thing needful,' she opposed the immediate necessities of her worldly duties, and years glided by without any impression being made. Deborah was at length a leafless and a withered stump; but gradually the change has been wrought, and she now comes to the House of God, to find there comfort, mingled with repentance for opportunities neglected, and regret that she has wasted years of toil uncheered by that light which is now lighting her peacefully to the grave." "If Deborah Dison be like a gnarled oak, my dear aunt," said Lucy Loraine, "I think you may compare poor old Mrs. Mills to a graceful willow; she is so fragile, so drooping; and yet there is a freshness about her which seems to adorn her as the willow leaves adorn an almost time-destroyed trunk. Her fair and delicate features, with their placid expression, her silvery grey hair, and her slight tall figure, are almost lady-like, and look as if it were impossible that any impurity should adhere to them; and her clothes, though of the plainest and coarsest materials, seem to have the same quality, and are always strictly tasteful, and clean, and neat. Her white knitted lambs'-wool stocking and well-polished shoe appear never intended to be soiled by walking, and I suspect she has that opinion herself, for winter or summer Mrs. Mills is never seen without her pattens." "I do not remember to have seen her walking with out them," said Aunt Martha; "and lightly she used to trip in them at the head of her well-ordered scholars, whilst she was still able to perform the function of village schoolmistress. Now that age and infirmity have obliged her to relinquish that post, I am pleased to see the love and reverence with which the young ones still cling to her, and how glad they are to lend her their support to church each sunday, looking up in her face, and blushing and smiling at her thanks and praise; and I am still more pleased, on leaving church, to see that the young men have not forgotten the lessons of and left her to struggle with poverty and four infant Even the sad trial of watching her favourite boy grow up unconscious of his duties and his privileges she bore cheerfully. It was the will of God,' she said; and she looked forward to the day when Jemmy's soul would be freed from all bodily impediments, She prayed and hoped that he might and open to the bright consciousness of everlasting grow up harmless, and always soothed his wayward happiness. humours, and, as far as was possible, encouraged his childish pleasures. Not so her sister: she, too, was fond of the boy, but sickness had made her irritable, and, as years drew on, though her health sad were the contentions between them, the uncouth improved, this irritability increased, and many and idiot boy and the frail sickly woman venting their rage at each other in most horrible contortions, and the poor mother often exposed to the blows of both whilst endeavouring to part them. At length decided insanity appeared in the sister, and it became necessary to place her in confinement, where the whole of her little income was required for her support; and poor escaped from her watchful care, and became a homeless Mrs. Mills had to struggle on alone, for Jemmy soon wanderer, often disappearing for weeks together, and then returning ragged and wretched, to escape again as soon as his mother had expended her little savings in clothing him." "Is he living yet?" 66 No; a few winters ago, after an absence of longer duration than usual, his body was found in the river not far from this place, in a state of decomposition, which proved that it had been long there. No clue was found to his death, and the general belief is that it occurred by accident." "How did she bear his loss?" "Most calmly," replied Lucy. "I went with my mother to see her as soon as we heard what had happened, and found her quietly preparing some little Though the first shock was great, the first reflection mourning; and, in reply to our condolence, she saidbrought thankfulness to her mind, and proved to her that in this, as in every other event of her life, God had done well for her. Her strongest tie to earth was now broken; and it had long been her chief regret in thinkno one to care for poor Jemmy. God had now provided ing of death, that, when she was gone, there would be better things for him than she could have done, and she had only to prepare to follow him.' All this was said with a quietness which carried conviction of the depth head of her little scholars. From that time, however, of her feelings, and in a few days she was again at the her strength rapidly declined, and on the death of her sister, whose little property she inherited, she gave up | saloon and displayed their treasures, which they endeaher school." "How does she employ herself?" "Oh! she has plenty of occupation in her household arrangements, which are never seen but in the nicest order; and she reads a great deal. Her library to be sure is not very extensive-a Bible, a Prayer-book, Nelson's Fasts and Festivals, and an odd volume of the Spectator, composing her whole stock; but, when we offer to lend her more, she always declines them, and says she has all she wishes for, and all that are necessary to comfort and console her. "If I want to hear of God's love," she remarked one day, "I can read it in His word; if I wish to make my wants known to Him, the prayers which my dear father offered up for so many years are before me, and let my wants or my feelings be what they may, in the Prayer-book I can always find expressions better fitted to present them to His throne than any other I ever met with. I have here the words of soberness and truth." "She seldom stirs out except to church," added Mrs. Martha Loraine," and there she is never missed, winter or summer. Fair or raining she is seen amongst the first who answer the call of the bell, and in the summer evenings I often see her lingering near the spot which she says will soon be her last home, but one. One other removal she looks for, and that is from earth to heaven. I think there are none of the many figures I love to watch on the Sunday mornings, more interesting than Mrs. Mills." 66 None, aunt?" asked Rosaline Loraine, who had silently joined the party at the window; surely the vicar is more interesting, as he walks quietly on his way, looking kindly first on one, and then on another of his flock, listening to all they have to say to him, inquiring after the sick, advising the distressed, and encouraging the well-doing. I never see him thus without thinking that his is the most desirable station of life, which thus humbly, imitates the Good Shepherd, and when the rustic group at the church porch stand to let him pass, raising their hats in love and reverence, and then following him into the church, he always seems a type of Him who has said "His sheep hear His voice, and follow him." "We lose something of the beauty of that expression from our customs differing from those of the east," remarked Lucy. "Here the shepherd drives the sheep before him." "Then I have the advantage of you," said Justine, "since in many parts of France I have seen the shepherd leading the way, and the sheep following him, and can therefore fully realize the picture." "Do you remember Mrs. Hemans's beautiful sonnet?" asked Rosaline : How many blessed groups this hour are bending, Through England's primrose meadow path their way Towards spire and tower, 'midst shadowy elms ascending, Whence the sweet chimes proclaim the hallowed day! "It always appears to me most applicable to our own Sunday scene. But" she added, "I hope Mr. Forster will be well enough to come to us this evening as he promised. The day has been so mild he will have little fear of cold, and I am sure Charlotte will wrap him up well, for she always huddles as many great coats and shawls upon him as he can well carry, and he often laughs at his own load, yet does not like to refuse what is pressed upon him by love." Agnes has been talking of the party the whole morning," said Justine, "and she and Laura have both run into the garden to search for a bouquet to deck the mantelpiece. I wonder what they will find." "Here they come," cried Lucy, "with their hands full of fresh holly, and I believe have discovered a bunch of Christmas roses.' Glowing with exercise, and delighted with the success of their search, Agnes and Laura entered the voured to dispose to the best advantage. A short time saw the day closing in, and its requiem was sung by the cheerful robin, who gave a blithe welcome to the guests from the vicarage. An arm chair close by the fire was offered to Mr. Forster, but he declared that he did not feel the cold, and added, that the song of the robin, as he descended from the terrace, had almost cheated him into the belief that winter was departing with the departing snow. "I am almost tempted to give you something like a sermon," said he, " so strongly has that little warbler brought to my mind a passage from Bishop Hall." Mrs. Loraine and Mrs. Barlow begged he would do so, and, after a little coaxing of his excellent memory, repeated the passage. "The little innocent inhabitants of the air, which are continually flying around us, were not created only for the use of the body of man. They serve higher and nobler ends. They often read lectures, to which the greatest philosopher might attend, and be the better for them, if he would consider and apply them aright. When, therefore, you behold one of these choristers of heaven, singing upon a naked bush, amidst the darkness and desolation of winter, might you not address it in some such manner as the following? Sweet bird, how cheerfully dost thou sit and sing; and yet knowest not where thou art, nor where thou shalt make thy next meal, and at night must shroud thyself in this same bush for a lodging, while the winds shall howl through it, and thy feathers shall be wet with rain, or covered with the snow! How ought I to blush, who see before me such liberal provisions of my God, and find myself sitting warm under my own roof, yet am ready to droop through a distrustful and and shelter, how anxious and heartless should I be! how little unthankful dulness! Had I so little certainty of my support disposed to make music for thee or myself! Surely thou camest not hither without a providence; God sent thee not so much to delight, as to shame me out of my sullen unbelief, who, under far more apparent means of maintenance and protection, am less cheerful and confident. Reason and faith, alas, alas! have not yet done for me, what mere instinct does for thee; and want of foresight makes thee more merry, if not more happy, than the foresight of better things maketh me. Certainly, thy provi dence, O God, is not impaired by those superior powers thou ing an holy security and comfortable reliance on thee. hast given me; let not my greater helps hinder me from posesschildren: and shall I suspect this of my heavenly Father? knew an earthly father take care of his fowls and neglect his That man is unworthy to have God for his Father in heaven, who depends less upon His goodness, wisdom, and power, than upon a crop of corn, which may be spoiled either in the field, or the barn." I never Agnes and Laura have been discovering beauty in the wintry waste this morning," said Sophia," and I hope their success has not been lost upon you, Margaret." "Indeed it has not, for I have been admiring the beautiful contrast of the dark glossy leaves and bright scarlet berries of the holly with the delicate white of the Christmas-rose, ever since I entered the room. There is great taste shown in their arrangement." Are you a botanist or a florist, Miss Campbell?” asked Cyril," if you be, Sophia is prepared to give you a long history of the flower. We have lectures every evening for the benefit of Justine and Frederic." "I imbibed a good deal of your sisters' taste when last at Kirkfield," replied Margaret, "and have all a woman's love for flowers; though my poor country can boast of little beauty in that way, except her heather, and that a Scottish heart would not exchange for all the gorgeous blossoms of the tropics." Do not say so; you do not know how brilliant and how lovely the flowers are which bloom on our eastern shores. They glow like the gems which are treasured SHARPE'S LONDON MAGAZINE. Its in the eastern mines, and far surpass such a chilling | Paris." This is a vulgar poem of about 500 lines, " So much the worse," cried Charles "if you were obliged to send unto a far country for such a thing; pray where does it come from?" "It is a native of Austria, and was introduced into our gardens about the year 1596. You are very ungrateful to despise a flower which comes at this bleak season, to assure us that all vegetation is not extinct. I always look upon it as the one comforting hope left at the bottom of Pandora's box." 66 Well, the poor flower gets admired as a plain girl may be regarded in the absence of beauty," laughed Charles. 66 and is now in the King's Library at Paris. Pennant, Northouk, Moser, Malcolm, Norton, "I doubt not but to eyes like Sophia's it has some-editors, Strype, and Thoms, (1842) Maitland, Entick, thing than beauty dearer.' I think Charles wrong in some of them despising these flowers," said Justine; are really very pretty in their pure white dress; but I must own others look a little soiled and less pleasing." "The flowers are frequently of this beautiful snowy whiteness when they first expand," replied Sophia, "but even then, on some of them may be seen a streak of this dull pale purple, which increases each day, and becomes mingled with green, until the discoloured petals drop off, and leave the seed vessels enlarged and in shape like those of a buttercup, to which tribe-the ranunculus-the plant belongs. Helleborus niger; Helleborus from two Greek words signifying food which causes death,' alluding to the very poisonous qualities of all the species." Its botanical name is "Why do you call it niger?" asked Alleyn, "when it is white and not black! Do you mean to persuade us black is white?" It is called niger, or black, from the colour of the long fibres of the roots; for botanists, though accused of mere dry system, are certainly not very systematic in An English Hellebore their mode of bestowing names. -the Helleborus viridis-takes its name from the green colour of its flowers. The Green Hellebore grows very plentifully in the woods in this neighbourhood, and contributes much to their beauty in the early spring, there fore it has a place in the Flora Kirkfieldensis,' which is not allowed to the Christmas-rose. Here is the draw ing, by which you will perceive the flower is smaller, and still more resembles its relation, the Buttercup, though it has not the gay golden tint of Frederic's favourite." "Can Welcome my First with a joyous sound, "Mid Summer's sweet beauties most beautiful there ? THE STREETS OF LONDON,1 THE earliest work on "Streets," that we can at present recollect, (for we do not lay claim to much of antiquarian lore,) is by Guillot de Paris, towards the close of the 13th century, "On the Streets of By J. T. Smith, &c. (1) An Antiquarian Ramble in the Streets of London, with anec1849. dotes of their more celebrated Residents. Edited by Charles Mackay, LL. D. 2 vols. This volume, which travels over well trodden We shall, howground, (from Temple Bar to the Tower,) will not admit much novelty of extract. "The other city gates were pulled down and the ever, proceed with our remarks. materials sold in 1672."-Vol. ii. p. 2. We think here that on Wednesday, 30th July, 1760,must be some mistake. We have made an extract "The materials of the three following city gates were sold before the Committee of City Lands to Mr. Blagden, a carpenter in Coleman Street, viz.-Aldgate for 1771. 10s.; Cripplegate for 911.; and Ludgate for 1481. The purchaser was to begin to pull down Ludgate on August 4, and the two others on September 1, and is to clear away all the rubbish, &c., in two months from those days." In p. 5 sad confusion is introduced by twice mentioning the name of Messrs. Hoare and Co., instead of Messrs. Childs. No one ever supposed that the banking-house of the former stood on "the site of the famous Devil tavern," while those who know anything are aware that the buildings in Child's distance between the two houses. Place occupy that site. There is a considerable P. 58. "In Fetter Lane resided that celebrated leather-seller of the times of the Revolution (!) known by the name of Praise-God Barebones"read Rebellion. "In the year 1561, the old church [of St. Paul's] was The cathedral was nearly burnt to the ground. restored without the spire."-Ibid. pp. 234, 235. We avail ourselves of this opportunity to correct a ludicrous mistake in a note on Rowley's "Search for money," published by "The Percy Society," 1840. The text is "Now wee were entred the Temple: to finde him there we had not such an unhallowed thought, for there the pillars were hung with poore men's petitions, some walking there, that if they praied as well as fasted, did very well and sincerely; nay, the very Temple it selfe (in bare humility) stood without his cap, and so had stood many years; many good folkes had spoke for him because he could not speake for himselfe, and somewhat had been gathered in his behalfe, but not halfe enough to supply his necessity."-Ibid. p. 27. What "The pillars of the Temple 'hung with poore men's petitions,' is a curious feature of the time. Rowley says about the Temple standing without his cap, and so had stood many years,' and about an insuf To which is appended this portentous note ficient collection for the repair of the buildings, is not very intelligible in our day" ! !--Ibid. p. 47. No reference is here made to the Temple, one of the Inns of Court, but to THE Temple, the Cathedral Church of St. Paul. The " poore men's petitions" are the "si quis" and other advertisements there hung up. The "cap" was the steeple, without which it had been more than forty years. Concerning the dilapidated state of St. Paul's in the beginning of James the First's reign, see Malcolm's Londinium Redivivum, vol. iii. We think Dr. Mackay would have evinced his judgment, as well as his information, by placing Bishop Van Mildert "among the eminent rectors' of Bow Church. It is surprising how a tradition, especially if congenial to the sentiments of the transmitter or the recipient, is still continued, in spite of contradiction or confutation. We are told "No one reads answers." Yet Dr. Mackay ought not to yield to popular delusions." We, however, have here 'the twice sodden kail" that has been long rejected from every "well appointed table." We are told, Vol. ii. p. 324 66 "Beckford's monument is considered a fine likeness of that celebrated magistrate. It represents him stand ing in the attitude in which he addressed the King when he presented his memorable remonstrance in 1770. Underneath, as the most fitting inscription to his memory, are the words of the remonstrance" ! ! The late William Gifford was a man of as much accuracy in his assertions as power in sarcasm. We do not adopt his expressions, though we quote them :-"Their hall is even yet disgraced with the statue of a worthless negro-monger, in the act of insulting their sovereign with a speech, of which (factious and brutal as he was) he never uttered one syllable."-Ben Jonson, vi. 481. Gifford, no doubt, like many others, derived his information from the following authentic source:--" It is a curious fact, but a true one, that Beckford did not utter one syllable of this speech. It was penned by Horne Tooke, and by his art put on the records of the City and on Beckford's statue, as he told me, Mr. Braithwaite, Mr. Sayers, &c., at the Athenian Club.-ISAAC REED." Mr. Smith might have rendered his last Ramble more complete had he fallen into his old track by returning from the Tower through the Minories, Aldgate, and Fenchurch-street. These would have furnished some interesting reminiscences. Goodman's Fields was the cradle of Garrick's fame. In Fenchurch-street the patriot Wallace was lodged before he was carried to his trial at Westminster; and at the King's Head is still preserved, according to a tradition that carries its own refutation along with it, the identical dish from which Queen Elizabeth ate pork and pease pudding, after attending divine service at Allhallows Staining, the first church in her way from the Tower! We again repeat that, in spite of numerous inaccuracies, (of which we have noticed only a few,) these are very entertaining volumes. But we are sorry to see such gross typographical errors as the following:-p. 15. Masquéner for Masquérier; 49. Lander for Lauder-Hentzen for Hentzner; 216. Philadelphia for Philadelpheion; 287. Cataliori for Catalaori; 303. Ticket for Ficket, &c. These occur in Vol. I-we let alone the II. THE BRETON TRADITION. THREE ADVENTURERS. 1 A Legend of the Country of Trejuier. In those days when the Lower Britany was oftener honoured by the bodily presence of our blessed Saviour and His Virgin mother, when hermitages were as common along the wayside as branches of misletoe and watering-troughs now, there dwelt in the diocese of Léon, two young noblemen, rich as heart could desire, and so beautiful, that even their mother knew of no blemish in them. They were called Tonyk and Mylio. Mylio, the elder, was almost sixteen, and Tonyk just fourteen years of age. They were both under the instruction of the ablest masters, by whose lessons they had so well profited, that, but for their age, they might well have received Holy Orders, had such been their vocation. But in character the brothers were far unlike. Tonyk was pious, charitable to the poor, and forgiving to those who injured him. Neither would money tarry in his hand, nor resentment in his heart. While Mylio gave but his due to each; would drive a hard bargain, too, and never failed to revenge an offence to the utmost. Having lost their father whilst yet infants, they had been brought up by their widowed mother, a woman of singular virtue; but, now that they were growing towards manhood, she thought it time to send them to the care of an uncle, who lived at some distance, and from whom they might receive good counsels for their walk in life, besides the expectation of an ample he ritage. One morning, as they came to a spot where several ways met, they saw a poor woman seated beneath a crucifix, her face buried in her apron. Tonyk drew up his answered, sobbing, that she had just lost her only son, horse to ask her what was the matter. The beggar her all whereon she had to depend, and that she was might move towards her. now cast upon the charity of such whose hearts God The youth was touched with compassion; but Mylio, | who waited at a little distance, called to him, mockingly, "You are not going to believe the first pitiful story you hear by the way-side! It is just this woman's trade to sit here, and beguile travellers of their money !" Hush, hush! my brother," answered Tonyk, "in Do not you see that she is just of the age and the figure the name of God! You only make her weep the more. of our own dear mother, whom God preserve!" Then, stooping down, he gave his purse to the beg gar-woman, saying, Here, my good dame, I can help you but little, but I will pray that God may be your consolation." She took the purse, and kissing it, said to Tonyk— Since my young lord has been so bountiful to a poor woman, let him not refuse to accept from her this walIt encloses a wasp, whose sting is of diamond." Tonyk took the walnut with thanks, and proceeded on | his way with Mylio. nut. They soon reached the purliens of a forest, where, after a while, they came upon a little half-naked child, (1) We need scarcely explain that there are some expressions in this story which are only retained, because to have altered them | would have impaired its value as a genuine specimen of a Breton Legend-ED. (2) In Britany, the ensign of a public-house. 4 SHARPE'S LONDON MAGAZINE. who was seeking somewhat in the hollows of the trees, Tonyk's eyes filled with tears at this sight, and he said to his brother, Oh, Mylio only see how this poor child suffers from the piercing wind!" "Then he must be very chilly," replied Mylio. do not find the wind so piercing." "I "That may well be, when you have on a plush doublet, a warm cloth coat, and over all, your violet mantle, while he is wrapped round by little but the air of heaven." Well, and what then?" observed Mylio; "after all, he is but a peasant boy." "Alas!" replied Tonyk, "when I think that you might have been born to the same lot, my brother, it goes to my very heart;-and I cannot bear to see him suffer so. So saying, he reined in his horse, and calling the little boy to him. inquired what he was doing there. "I am trying," said the child, "if I can find any dragon-flies asleep in the hollows of the trees." 66 And what can you do with the dragon-flies?" asked Mylio. "As soon as I can find enough I shall sell them in the town, and buy myself a garment as warm as sun shine." How many have you got already?" asked the young lord. Only one," answered the child, holding up a little rushen cage, enclosing the blue fly. 66 Well, well, I will take it," said Tonyk, throwing to Wrap yourself up in that the boy his violet mantle. nice cloak, my poor little fellow, and add nightly to your prayers an Ave for Mylio, and another for our dear mother." The two brothers continued their journey, and Tonyk, having now no mantle, was at first sorely tried by the cutting north wind; but, the forest once at an end, the air grew milder, the fog dispersed, and a vein of sunshine And presently they came to a kindled in the clouds. meadow, wherein was a fountain, and on its brink a poor old man sitting, in tattered garments; at his back a beggar's wallet. As soon as he perceived the travellers, he addressed them in suppliant tones. Tonyk approached him. "What would you, father?" he inquired, lifting his hand to his hat, in respect for the beggar's age. "Alas! my dear young gentlemen," the old man replied, "you see how white my hair is, and my cheeks how wrinkled. By reason of my age, I am become very weak, and my feet can no longer bear my weight. I must certainly die in this place, unless one of you will consent to sell me his horse." "Sell thee one of our horses, beggar!" cried Mylio, with an air of contempt; "and how wilt thou pay for it?" "You see this hollow acorn," replied the beggar, "it contains a spider, the web of which is stronger than steel. Let me have one of your beasts, and I will give you in return the acorn with the spider!" The elder of the two boys burst into a loud laugh. "Do you only hear that, Tonyk?" cried he, turning "By my Baptism, there must be two to his brother. calf's feet in that fellow's shoes!"1 But the younger answered gently:"The poor can only offer what he has." Then dismounting and going up to the old man he added,"I give you my horse, honest friend, not for that which Take him you offer for it, but in remembrance of Christ, who has declared the poor to be his chosen portion. for your own, and thank God, in whose name I bestow him." (1) A proverbial expression in Britany to designate folly and impertinence. The old man murmured a thousand benedictions, and Mylio made no reply, but trotted on, his young And thus they went on to the entrance of a narrow He was a giant, blind, and without feet, but having 66 Like balls from the mouth of a cannon, they shot down the ravine, and seizing Mylio by his violet mantle, carried him to the Ogre. At this moment Tonyk came up to the entrance of He saw his brother borne away by the two birds, and rushed towards him with a loud cry; but the the defile. eagles and Mylio almost instantly vanished in the For a few seconds the boy stood rooted to the spot clouds that hung over the highest of the two mountains. with horror, gazing upon the sky and the rocks that knees, with folded hands he cried,were above him like a wall; then, sinking on his "O God, the Almighty maker of the world, save my brother Mylio!" 66 Trouble not God the Father about so small a thing as that," exclaimed three little voices, that suddenly, Tonyk was in amazement. and for the first time, he heard close by him. Who speaks? Where are you?" asked he. "In the pocket of thy doublet," answered the three voices. The lad searched his pocket, and drew out the walnut, the acorn, and the little cage of rushes, which contained his three insects. Will you, then, save Mylio?" said he. We will, we will, we will," they replied, in their various tones. And how can you save him, poor little nothings that you are?" continued Tonyk. Open our prisons, and thou shalt see." (2) Readers who have travelled in Scotland will recognise the trait. |