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even as locks answer to keys. It was not won- some loftier ranges, repel woods : the forests derful that in such a haunted solitude, with such and they are on sociable terms. Live and let a haunted heart, Joanne should see angelic live is their motto. For this reason, in part, visions, and hear angelic voices. These voices these tracts in Lorraine were a favourite hunting whispered to her the duty, imposed upon herself, ground with the Carlovingian princes. About of delivering France. Five years she listened to six hundred years before Joanna's childhood, these monitory voices with internal struggles. Charlemagne was known to have hunted there. At length she could resist no longer. Doubt gave That, of itself, was a grand incident in the traway; and she left her home in order to present ditions of a forest or a chace. In these vast herself at the Dauphin's court.

forests, also, were to be found (if the race was The education of this poor girl was mean ac- not extinct) those mysterious fawns that temptcording to the present standard ; was ineffably ed solitary hunters into visionary and perilous grand, according to a purer philosophic stan- pursuits. Here was seen, at intervals, that andard ; and only not good for our age, because for cient stag who was already nine hundred years us it would be unattainable. She read nothing, old, at the least, but possibly a hundred or two for she could not read ; but she had heard others more, when met by Charlemagne ; and the thing read parts of the Roman martyrology. She wept was put beyond doubt by the inscription upon his in sympathy with the sad Misereres of the Romish golden collar. I believe Charlemagne knighted chaunting ; she rose to heaven with the glad tri- the stag ; and, if ever he is inet again by a king, umphant Gloria in Excelcis: she drew her comfort he ought to be made an earl—or, being upon the and her vital strength from the rites of her church. marches of France, a marquess. Observe, I But, next after these spiritual advantages, she don't absolutely vouch for all these things : my owed most to the advantages of her situation. own opinion varies. On a fine breezy forenoon The fountain of Domrémy was on the brink of I am audaciously sceptical ; but as twilight sets a boundless forest; and it was haunted to that in, my credulity becomes equal to anything that degree by fairies that the parish priest (curé) could be desired. And I have heard candid was obliged to read mass there once a-year, in sportsmen declare that, outside of these very order to keep them in any decent bounds. forests near the Vosges, they laughed loudly at Fairies are important, even in a statistical view ; all the dim tales connected with their haunted certain weeds mark poverty in the soil, fairies solitudes ; but, on reaching a spot notoriously mark its solitude. As surely as the wolf retires eighteen miles deep within them, they agreed before cities, does the fairy sequester herself from with Sir Roger de Coverley that a good deal the haunts of licensed victuallers. A village is might be said on both sides. too much for her nervous delicacy : at most, she Such traditions, or any others that (like the can tolerate a distant view of a hamlet. We stag) connect distant generations with each other, may judge, therefore, by the uneasiness and ex- are, for that cause, sublime ; and the sense of tra trouble which they gave to the parson, in the shadowy, connected with such appearances what strength the fairies mustered at Domrémy, that reveal themselves or not according to cir. and, by a satisfactory consequence, how thinly cumstances, leaves a colouring of sanctity over sown with men and women must have been that ancient forests, even in those minds that utregion even in its inhabited spots. But the fo- terly reject the legend as a fact. rests of Domrémy—those were the glories of the But, apart from all distinct stories of that order, land : for, in them abode mysterious powers and in any solitary frontier between two great empires, ancient secrets that towered into tragic strength. as here, for instance, or in the desert between “ Abbeys there were, and abbey windows, dim Syria and the Euphrates, there is an inevitable and dimly seen - as Moorish temples of the tendency, in minds of any deep sensibility to Hindoos, " that exercised even princely power people the solitudes with phantom images of both in Lorraine and in the German Diets. powers that were of old so vast. Joanna, thereThese had their sweet bells that pierced the fo- fore, in her quiet occupation of a shepherdess, rests for many a league at matins or vespers, and would be led continually to brood over the political each its own dreamy legend. Few enough, and condition of her country, by the traditions of the scattered enough, were these abbeys, in no degree past no less than by tho inementoes of the local to disturb the deep solitude of the region ; many present. enough to spread a net-work or awning of Chris- M. Michelet, indeed, says that La Pucelle was tian sanctity over what else might have seemed a not a shepherdess. I beg his pardon : she was. heathen wilderness. This sort of religious ta- What he rests upon, I guess pretty well : it is lisman being secured, a man the most afraid of the evidence of a woman called Haumette, the ghosts (like myself, suppose, or the reader), becomes most confidential friend of Joanna. Now, she armed into courage to wander for days in their is a good witness, and a good girl, and I like her ; sylvan recesses. The mountains of the Vosges for she makes a natural and affectionate report of on the eastern frontier of France, have never at- | Joanna's ordinary life. But still, however good tracted much notice from Europe, except in she may be as a witness, Joanna is better ; and 1813—14, for a few brief months, when they she, when speaking to the Dauphin, calls herself fell within Napoleon's line of defence against in the Latin report Bergereta. Even Haumette the Allies. But they are interesting for this, confesses that Joanna tended sheep in her girlamongst other features--that they do not, like lood. And I believe, that, if Miss Haumette

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were taking coffee alone with me this very even

Then 'tis plain the man had rather ing (February 12, 1847)—in which there would

Have a turnip than his father." be no subject for scandal or for maiden blushes, I cannot say that the logic of these verses was because I am an intense philosopher, and Miss ever entirely to my satisfaction. I do not see my H. would be hard upon 450 years old—she would way through it as clearly as could be wished. admit the following comment upon her evidence But I see my way most clearly through D’Arc; to be right. A Frenchman, about thirty years and the result is—that he would greatly have ago, M. Simond, in his Travels, mentioned in- preferred not merely a turnip to his father, but cidentally the following hideous scene as one the saving a pound or so of bacon to saving the steadily observed and watched by himself in Oriflamme of France. France at a period some trifle before the French It is probable (as M. Michelet suggests) that Revolution :-A peasant was ploughing ; and the the title of Virgin, or Pucelle, had in itself, and team that drew his plough was a donkey and apart from the miraculous stories about her, a

Both were regularly harnessed: both secret power over the rude soldiery and partisan palled alike. This is bad enough : but the chiefs of that period ; for, in such a person, they Frenchman adds—that, in distributing his lashes, saw a representative manifestation of the Virgin the peasant was obviously desirous of being im- Mary, who, in a course of centuries, had grown partial: or, if either of the yoke-fellows had a right steadily upon the popular heart. to complain, certainly it was not the donkey. Now, As to Joanna's supernatural detection of the in any country, where such degradation of females Dauphin (Charles VII.) amongst three hundred could be tolerated by the state of manners, a lords and knights, I am surprised at the credulity woman of delicacy would shrink from acknow which could ever lend itself to that theatrical ledging, either for herself or her friend, that she juggle. Who admires more than myself the subhad ever been addicted to any mode of labour lime enthusiasm, the rapturous faith in herself, not strictly domestic ; because, if once owning of this pure creature ? But I admire not stage herself a prædial servant, she would be sensible artifices, which not La Pucelle, but the Court, that this confession extended by probability in must have arranged ; nor can surrender myself a the hearer's thoughts to having incurred indigni- dupe to a conjuror's leger-de-main, such as may ties of this horrible kind. Haumette clearly be seen every day for a shilling. Southey's “Joan thinks it more dignified for Joanna to have of Arc" was published in 1796. Twenty years been darning the stockings of her horny-hoofed after, talking with Southey, I was surprised to find father, Monsieur D'Arc, than keeping sheep, lest him still owning a secret bias in favour of Joan, she might then be suspected of having ever done founded on her detection of the Dauphin. The something worse. But, luckily, there was no story, for the benefit of the reader new to the danger of that : Joanna never was in service ; and case, was this:-La Pucelle was first made known my opinion is that her father should have mended to the Dauphin, and presented to his Court, at his own stockings, since probably he was the Chinon : and here came her first trial. She was party to make the holes in them, as many a to find out the royal personage amongst the whole better man than D'Arc does ; meaning by that ark of clean and unclean creatures. Failing in not myself, because, though certainly a better this coup d'essai, she would not simply disapman than D'Arc, I protest against doing anything point many a beating heart in the glittering crowd of the kind. If I lived even with Friday in Juan that on different motives yearned for her success, Fernandez, either Friday must do all the darning, but she would ruin herself—and, as the oracle or else it must go undone. The better men that I within had told her, would ruin France.

Our meant were the sailors in the British Navy, every own sovereign lady Victoria rehearses annually

man of whom mends his own stockings. Who a trial not so severe in degree, but the same in ! else is to do it? Do you suppose, reader, that kind. She “ pricks” for sheriffs. Joanna pricked

the junior lords of the Admiralty are under ar- for a king. But observe the difference : our own ticles to darn for the Navy ?

lady pricks for two men out of three ; Joanna for The reason, meantime, for my systematic hatred one man out of three hundred. Happy Lady of of D'Arc is this. There was a story current in the islands and the orient!—she can go astray France before the Revolution, framed to ridicule in her choice only by one half ; to the extent of the pauper aristocracy, who happened to have one half she must have the satisfaction of being long pedigrees and short rent rolls

, viz., that a right. And yet, even with these tight limits to the head of such a house, dating from the Crusades, misery of a boundless discretion, permit me, liege was overheard saying to his son, a Chevalier of Lady, with all loyalty, to submit—that now and St. Louis, “ Chevalier, as-tu donné au cochon à then you prick with your pin the wrong man. Tuinger?" Now, it is clearly made out by the But the poor child from Domrémy, shrinking surviving evidence, that D'Arc would much have under the gaze of a dazzling court--not because preferred continuing to say—“ Ma fille, as-tu dazzling (for in visions she had seen those that donné au cochon à manger ?” to saying Pucelle were more so), but because some of them wore a d'Orléans, as-tu souvé les fleurs-de-lys ?” There scoffing smile on their features/how should she is an old English copy of verses which argues throw her line into so deep a river to angle for a

king, where many a gay creature was sporting “ If the man, that turnips cries,

that masqueraded as kings in dress ? Nay, even Cry not when his father diesmore than any true king would have done : for,


thus :


in Southey's rersion of the story, the Dauphin | sableness of a coronation prevails widely in Engsays, by way of trying the virgin's magnetic sym- land. But, certainly, it was the Dauphin's inpathy with royalty,

terest to support the popular notion, as he meant

to use the services of Joanna. For, if he were “on the throne, I the while mingling with the menial throng,

king already, what was it that she could do for Some courtier shall be seated."

him beyond Orleans? And above all, if he were

king without a coronation, and without the oil This usurper is even crowned: "the jewell'd crown from the sacred ampulla, what advantage was shines on a menial's head.” But really, that is “un yet open to him by celerity above his competitor peu fort;" and the mob of spectators might raise a the English boy? Now was to be a race for a scruple whether our friend the jackdaw upon the coronation : he that should win that race, carried throne, and the Dauphin himself, were not graz- the superstition of France along with him. Trouble ing the shins of treason. For the Dauphin could us not, lawyer, with your quillets. We are illenot lend more than belonged to him. According gal blockheads ; so thoroughly without law, that to the popular notion, he had no crown for himself, we don't know even if we have a right to be blockbut, at most, a petit écu, worth thirty pence; con- heads; and our mind is made up--that the first sequently none to lend, on any pretence what- man drawn from the oven of coronation at Rheims, ever, until the consecrated Maid should take is the man that is baked into a king. All others him to Rheims. This was the popular notion in are counterfeits, made of base Indian mealFrance. The same notion as to the indispen- I damaged by sea-water.

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This work forms an agreeable sequel to Mr. | vellous youth ; and how he does, in many an aniHowitt's book, entitled Visits to Remarkable mated page, vindicate the right of poets and Places-visits, in other words, to the Homes literary men to liberal rewards in hard cash, as and Haunts of Poets and other distinguished well as post obits on fame and posterity-or, in men, and to the scenes of memorable events. other words, to riches and immortality! Why Strongly, as if by anticipation, as Mr. Howitt should not the poets found families, and obtain protests against the idea, his new book is, if not large estates, and be exalted by station and title, the actual lives of the most eminent British as well as statesmen, warriors, merchants, and poets, at least, the likest thing possible to such lawyers? We can give no satisfactory answer to a performance; with, however, the attractive and Mr. Howitt's interrogatory; but, at the same novel addition of minute descriptions of their time, would advise every young man devoting abodes, generally made from personal survey, and himself to the unthrifty calling of poetry, to make with those feelings of admiration and profound up his mind to its prescribed, unsubstantial, but reverence which lend grace and charm to the still glorious rewards. The world will never subject, however slightly it may be treated. grudge to the poor the reversion of Heaven-nor

Some of the lives or notices are necessarily to the poets the rich inheritance of an intermimeagre, from the very multiplicity of the series

. nable earthly fame. All besides, we apprehend, An account of all the poets of distinguished emi- must be left to time and chance—to Time, which nence, from Chaucer to Tennyson inclusive, must, rescued the “ Paradise Lost," and the “ Lyrical however slightly given, be no small literary feat ; Ballads," from neglect-to Chance, which made and if the reader is ever disposed to complain of “ The Days" of Du Bartas the most popular scanty or imperfect information, he should call to poem of its age, as "The Course of Time," if mind the magnitude of the undertaking. For one may judge by numerous editions quickly sold here we find criticism, biography, and the author's off, is of ours. own opinions--in place and out of place—just Mr. Howitt discourses on this topic energeti. and unjust—besides the ostensible object of the cally and almost passionately, though, we fear, volumes, and a good deal of what Mr. Howitt to no good end. The world will not be scolded terms “ blowing of the trumpet of a generous in- out of its errors, or into the renunciation of its dignation,” into the adder-ear of a perverse gene false idols. It is, besides, entitled to praise for ration. This, in some of his works, is a rather late signs of improvement in its treatment of the favourite pastime with Mr. Howitt; though, when poets. It better and much more speedily apprein season, as it often is, it becomes a useful and ciates their respective deserts; though the poets commendable duty. How he does vituperate should remember that they form no exception, Horace Walpole, and reproach the whole Eng- and would be socially degraded if they did, to the lish nation (of which one-half had never heard universal law that “ Providence helps those that even the name of Chatterton), as the sole authors help themselves;” and that every man, whatever of all the “calamities” of that ill-fated and mar- his genius, must be the architect of his own

*" Homes and Haunts of the most eminent British Poets.” By William Howitt. The Illustrations by W. and G. Measom. London: Bentley.

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torldly fortune. It is this great law, which makes shares with the authors in this beautiful system of justice so many passages, in the records which Mr. Howitt and encouragement, and then the whole posse will soon has drawn up, so very painful, that one would put their heads together, and give back to the author

his rights, while they take care of their own. But till have wished them unwritten, nor proofs so broadly this be done so long as the children, and descendants, presented of the brightest genius being too often and nearest successors of the author, are robbed by the allied with the feeblest powers of self-control, and, State, while the poet and philosopher crown their country at least in earlier life, with a very imperfect deve- with glory, and fill it with happiness; and their country,

in return, brands their children with disgrace, and fills lopment of the moral sentiments.

them with emptiness-while they go in rags, and the The first portion of a work need not detain us bookseller in broad cloth-in leanness, and the bookseller, for which the author has prepared himself by endowed by the State with the riches of their ancestors, diligent study, not only of the accredited or clas- in jolity and fat-so long let those who are anxious to do sical lives of the poets, but by collecting all the honour to the glorious names of our literature, honour

them with some show of common sense and common feelmiscellaneous information which was to be gather-ing. Honour Shakspere, indeed! Has he not honoured ed concerning them from every possible source, himself sufficiently? as well as by pilgrimages extending over the “ In the name of the national reputation, let this length and breadth of the land. Of Chaucer, he wretched and egotistic farce be put down by the good had nothing new to tell; but his visit to the ro

sense of the British public. If these people will not honmantic and beautiful Irish home of Spenser, fills | abstain from insulting their poverty and their neglect by

our Sliakspere by honouring his family, let them at least a few pages with pleasant description. The haunts this public parade, and this devouring of joints." of Shakspere in London, much as has been, and

Something in this, Mr. Howitt; yet should we will be, said about them, remain nearly conjectu- not like to see our Shakspere and Burns' Clubs ral; and besides, Mr. Howitt had previously led quashed. They are, even in their lowest exhibihis readers to Stratford-on-Avon. What he said tions, a purblind groping after good. Mr. Howitt on that occasion, he still thinks so just, that he is the more eloquent on this subject, as he has treats us to it a second time. As the anniversary been baulked in his good intentions, and crossed of the Shakspere, or of what he calls “ The Eat in his humour. May it not also occur to him and-Swill Clubs," is fast drawing on, we may here that he has perhaps, though with the best moquote an apt specimen of the vein of “ virtuous tives, done this poor lad more harm than good? indignation” belonging to our author's idiosyn- He tells crasy, and in which he rather shines-premising

• Many visiters have desired to see the boy thus pointed that in a poor schoolboy of Stratford he had seen out, and have made him presents, but he still remains a reputed descendant of Shakspere's sister, Joan unprovided for. A clergyman, about two years ago, Hart, whom he singled out among several lads, wrote to me from the west of England, expressing the from a supposed resemblance to the busts of the interest he felt in this youth whom he had seen at Strat

ford, and his anxious desire to have a subscription raised poet. “Which,” he inquires,“ of all the hosts of to educate him, and put him into some honourable way of admirers of Shakspere, who have plenty of money, life. lle begged me to make a move, in which he would will think of giving that lad an education and zealously co-operate, to interest a sufficient number of a fair chance of raising himself in the world ?" literary and intiuential individuals to agitate the question,

and commence the subscription. I made the attempt, but Again we quote

in vain.

Let us trust that that time will come. "Seven years have gone over since this was written, I will not believe that this great and intellectual nation, and what, bas been the effect? The Shakspere Club have which has given an estate and titles to the family of Marlgone down to Stratford, and feasted and guzzled in hon- | borough, and the same to the families of Wellington, will our of Shakspere ; and the representatives of Shak- refuse all such marks of honour to the Shakspere family. spere in the place have been left in their poverty. There Shall the heroes of the sword alone be rewarded ? Shall teems to be some odd association of ideas in the minds of the heroes of the pen, those far nobler and diviner heroes, Englishmen on the subject of doing honour to genius. To be treated with a penniless contempt? In this nation, reward warriors, and lawyers, and politicians--places, the worship of military honours is fast subsiding--the titles, and estates are given. To reward poets and phi- perception of the greatness and beneficence of intellect is losophers, the property which they honestly, and with the fast growing.

The money, I have said, which is tril of their whole lives create, is taken from them; and spent in visiting the trumpery collected as his at Stratthat which should form an estate for their descendants to ford, would have purchased a large estate for the descenall posterity, and become a monument of fame to the na- dants of the Shakspere family. That has not been done, tion, is conferred on booksellers. The copyright of au- and never will be done ; but a penny a piece from every thors, or, in other words, the right to the property which person in this kingdom, who has derived days and months they made, was taken away in the reign of Queen Anne, of delight from the pages of Shakspere, would purchase for the benefit of literature'--so says the Act. Let the an estate equal to that of Strathfieldsaye, or of Blenheim. same principle, in God's name, be carried out into all What a glorious tribute would this be from the people of other professions, and we shall soon come to an under England to their great dramatic poet--the greatest drastanding on the subject. Take a lord's or a squire's land matic poet in the world! How far would it rise above from him and his family for ever, after a given number of the tributes to violence and bloodshed! The tribute of a years, for the benefit of aristocracy—take the farmer's nation's love to pure and god-like intellect! This estate plough and team, his harrows and his corn, for the benefit should not be appropriated on the feudal principle of of agricultore-take the mill-owner's mills, with all their primogeniture ; should not be an estate of one, but of the spinning-jennies and their cotton, and their wool, and their family ; should be vested in trustees, chosen by the silk, and their own new inventions, for the benefit of ma- people, to educate, and honourably settle in the world, nufacturing-take the merchant's ships and their cargoes every son and daughter of the Shaksperian family; and to -the shopkeeper's shop and his stores — the lawyer's support and comfort the old age of the unfortunate and parchment and his fees--the physician's and surgeon's decrepit of it." physic and fees, for the benefit of commerce, trade, law,

This is a grand scheme ! But though it were and physic; and let the clergy suffer no injury of neglect in this respect, let their churches, and their glebes, and as practicable as it is visionary, what, in a few titbes be taken for the benefit of religion—let them all go generations might be the result ?

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A family may be founded, an estate may be body,” and “sent into the world, strong to teach." consolidated, but genius and talent are not de- Little, we have said, remained that was new visable possessions; and who would like to see a to tell of the great poets ; but our author relates rich, ennobled dunce representing Shakspere or the old talo in its main incidents in a way that Milton? On this topic Mr. Howitt suffers enthu- must attract listeners who hear it for the first siasm, and perhaps a little temper, to run away time, and even interest those familiar with the with his judgment; nor is he quite consistent in old histories. Nor has he neglected any fair means occasionally treating with contempt mere vulgar of enhancing the attraction of his records. The station, title, and wealth, while yet complaining life of Addison, for instance, gives us not only that Nature's Aristocracy—the lights of the world Holland House as it stood when inhabited by -the salt of the earth-are defrauded of their one who, if no eminent poet, does very well rights by that ungrateful world, which they bless to fill the niche of a poet, but présents the and benefit, because titles and estates are not complete interior of that celebrated inansion heaped upon them. Since we are dealing in or temple, as it is now to be seen, and as the censure, we may as well exhaust the ungrateful “ Haunt' of Campbell, Moore, Macaulay, Rotheme. In several instances, Mr. Howitt, in his re- gers--and in another sense, of Brougham. ports and revelations, goes rather beyond the line Dryden, Pope, and Gray escape rather easily from which a man in his circumstances should pre- our author's moral and critical tribunal. Not so scribe to himself; and we are pretty certain that Swift, against whom he has imbibed, to the full, cautious Scottish people at least, will, for some the popular prejudice, if it may not be called time, be on their guard against the

popular spite ; looking on this strange human “ Chields amang them takin' notes''

anomaly much oftoner through the bleared speefor the press, and reporting all their “ clatters.” tacles of Johnson than with the calmn, deep, and Those, too, who obstruct Mr. Howitt's path in his far-sighted eyes of Sir Walter Scott. Had Mr. researches or canvass, we would warn to bear in Howitt, instead of consulting so many one-sided mind the motto of the Clan Chattan. Witness memoirs and critiques of Swift, taken the trouhis denunciation of the Tighe family in all ble to peruse his Journal to Stella alone, and his its branches, whose neglect of the memory of private letters, not to his noble and literary their accomplished relative, the poetess, would cer- friends in England, but to those humble inditainly have been more leniently treated had they viduals in Ireland, whom he really liked and shown more readiness in obliging their self-intro- trusted, he would have had the means of far duced literary visiter ; whose name, probably, more accurately estimating a character composed their Bæotian or Irish “ ears polite” had never of so many discordant elements. As we'thus canonce heard. There is really no good cause for not altogether agree with Mr. Howitt's strictures Mr. Howitt being wrathful, or even facetious, at on Swift, we turn to what is less disturbing, merely the Honourable Mrs. Tighe happening to “ lie in” exclaiming with Hazlitt, “ When shall we have at the time it suited him to visit Rosanna ; or such another Rector of Laracor ?;'35"/"I ise 1547 even with her husband, an Irish squire, though "Laracor is about two English miles from Trim. It his deceased aunt-in-law had been a poetess, de- lies in a drearyish sort of farming country, and to Swift, clining to leave the superintendence of his la- full of ambition, and accustomed to town life, and the bourers, “ to be bored and bothered with fellows stirring politics of the time, with which he was so much going about the country, gathering stuff to make desert

. There is no village there, nor does there appear to

mixed up, one must have thought must prove a perfect a book of.” How should any mere Irish squire have been one. It was a mere church and parsonage, be expected to have the same appreciation of Mr. and huts were very likely scattered about here and there, Howitt's « high calling” which many a Scottish

as they are now. The church still stands ; one of the peasant or poor schoolmaster would have had ? old, plain, barn-like structures of this part of the country,

with a low belfrey. The grave-yard is pretty well filled His anger is out of proportion to the occasion. with head-stones and tombs, and some that seem to belong Literary gentlemen, whether of the new or old to goed families. The church-yard is surrounded by a world, when presenting themselves to quiet fa- wall and trees, and in a thatched cottage at the gate lives

He said he had built the house himself; and milies having few sympathies either with their the sexton.

that he was seventy-five or so; and his wife, who had tastes or their vocation, in such mode and time as

been on the spot fifty years, as old ; but that the incumpsuits their own convenience and personal objects, bent, a Mr. Irvine, was eighty-four, and that he was but should be patient under a cold reception, or even

the third from Swift. Swift held it fifty-five years, the an occasional rebuff, and thankful to find, what next incumbent nearly as long, and this clergyman thirtyis too often a tax upon heavy good-nature or po- place. The old man complained that all the gentry, who

six, or thereabouts. It must, therefore, be a healthy liteness, in the great majority of cases, cheerfuly used to live near were gone away. His wife used to get paid. But if hasty and resentful, where he fancies £20 at Christmas, for Christmas boxes, and now she himself or his errand slighted, Mr. Howitt can does not get even a cup o' tay. Poor creature! and she also be warmly eulogistie. His notice of Mr.

so fond of the tay! Like his house at Dublin, Swift's Savage Landor, for example, is a continued ruin of a wall. What is that ?' I asked of a man at a

house here is gone. There remains only one tall, thick panegyric. Who could have imagined that Mr. cottage door close by. It's been there from the time Landor had been not only so very great an author of the Dane,' said be. For a moment I imagined ho and poet, but so illustrious a benefactor of the meant the Danes, but soon recollectedmyself. Close to it, at race, if not the very greatest man and writer now bushes, and margined with great stones, which they call

the side of the high road, is a clear spring under some alive? Or who can equal --who compete with him, the Dane's cellar,' and the Dane's well.' Swift has not as he is here represepted ?---" strong in mind and lost his popularity yet with the people. Ile was a very

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