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OLD CHINA1

I HAVE an almost feminine partiality for old china. When I go to see any great house, I enquire for the china-closet, and next for the picture gallery. I cannot defend the order of preference, but by saying, that we have all some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering distinctly that it was an acquired one. I can call to mind the first play, and the first exhibition, that I was taken to; but I am not conscious of a time when china jars and saucers were introduced into my imagination.

I had no repugnance then why should I now have? to those little, lawless, azure-tinctured grotesques, that under the notion of men and women, float about, uncircumscribed by any element, in that world before perspective a china tea-cup.

I like to see my old friends whom distance cannot diminish figuring up in the air (so they appear to our optics), yet on terra firma still- for so we must in courtesy interpret that speck of deeper blue, - which the decorous artist, to prevent absurdity, had made to spring up beneath their sandals.

I love the men with women's faces, and the women, if possible, with still more womanish expressions. Here is a young and courtly Mandarin,2 handing tea to a lady from a salver two miles off. See how distance seems to set off respect! And here the same lady, or another for likeness is identity on tea-cups -is stepping into a little fairy boat, moored on the

hither side of this calm garden river, with a dainty mincing foot, which in a right angle of incidence (as angles go in our world) must infallibly land her in the midst of a flowery mead a furlong off on the other side of the same strange stream!

Farther on-if far or near can be predicated of their world see horses, trees, pagodas, dancing the hays.3

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Here- a cow and rabbit couchant, and co-extensive so objects show, seen through the lucid atmosphere of fine Cathay.*

I was pointing out to my cousin last evening, over our Hyson 5 (which we are old fashioned enough to drink unmixed still of an afternoon), some of these speciosa miracula upon a set of extraordinary old blue china (a recent purchase) which we were now for the first time using; and could not help remarking, how favourable circumstances had been to us of late years, that we could afford to please the eye sometimes with trifles of this sort when a passing sentiment seemed to overshade the brows of my companion. I am quick at detecting these summer clouds in Bridget."

"I wish the good old times would come again," she said, “ when we were not quite so rich. I do not mean, that I want to be poor; but there was a middle state

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so she was pleased to ramble on " in which I am sure we were a great deal happier. A purchase is but a purchase, now that you have money enough and to spare. Formerly it used to be a triumph. When we coveted a cheap luxury (and, O! how much ado I had to get you to consent in those times!) we were used to have a debate two or three days before, and to weigh the for and against, and think what we might

spare it out of, and what saving we could hit upon, that should be an equivalent. A thing was worth buying then, when we felt the money that we paid for it."

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Do you remember the brown suit, which you made to hang upon you, till all your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so thread-bare and all because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher," which you dragged home late at night from Barker's in Covent Garden? Do you remember how we eyed it for weeks before we could make up our minds to the purchase, and had not come to a determination till it was near ten o'clock of the Saturday night, when you set off from Islington, 10 fearing you should be too late — and when the old bookseller with some grumbling opened his shop, and by the twinkling taper (for he was setting bedwards) lighted out the relic from his dusty treasures and when you lugged it home, wishing it were twice as cumbersome and when you presented it to me—and when we were exploring the perfectness of it (collating you called it) — and while I was repairing some of the loose leaves with paste, which your impatience would not suffer to be left till daybreak

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was there no pleasure in being a poor man? or can those neat black clothes which you wear now, and are so careful to keep brushed, since we have become rich and finical, give you half the honest vanity, with which you flaunted it about in that overworn suit your old corbeau-for four or five weeks longer than you should have done, to pacify your conscience for the mighty sum of fifteen-or sixteen shillings was it? - a great affair we thought it then — which you had lavished on the old folio. Now you can afford to buy

any book that pleases you, but I do not see that you ever bring me home any nice old purchases now."

"When you came home with twenty apologies for laying out a less number of shillings upon that print after Lionardo,11 which we christened the Lady Blanch;' when you looked at the purchase, and thought of the money — and thought of the money, and looked again at the picture — was there no pleasure in being a poor man? Now, you have nothing to do but to walk into Colnaghi's,12 and buy a wilderness of Lionardos. Yet do you?"

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"Then, do you remember our pleasant walks to Enfield, 13 and Potter's Bar,11 and Waltham,15 when we had a holyday - holydays, and all other fun, are gone, now we are rich and the little hand-basket in which I used to deposit our day's fare of savoury cold lamb and salad and how you would pry about at noontide for some decent house, where we might go in, and produce our store only paying for the ale that must call for—and speculate upon the looks of the landlady, and whether she was likely to allow us a tablecloth and wish for such another honest hostess, as Izaak Walton 16 has described many a one on the pleasant banks of the Lea, when he went a-fishing and sometimes they would prove obliging enough, and sometimes they would look grudgingly upon us - but we had cheerful looks still for one another, and would eat our plain food savorily, scarcely grudging Piscator his Trout Hall? Now, when we go out a day's pleasuring, which is seldom moreover, we ride part of the way and go into a fine inn, and order the best of dinners, never debating the expense-which, after all, never has half the relish of those chance country

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snaps, when we were at the mercy of uncertain usage, and a precarious welcome."

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"You are too proud to see a play anywhere now but in the pit. Do you remember where it was we used to sit, when we saw the Battle of Hexham,17 and the Surrender of Calais,1 and Bannister 18 and Mrs. Bland 18 in the Children in the Wood 19 - when we squeezed out our shillings a-piece to sit three or four times in a season in the one-shilling gallery-where you felt all the time that you ought not to have brought me and more strongly I felt obligation to you for having brought me and the pleasure was the better for a little shame — and when the curtain drew up, what cared we for our place in the house, or what mattered it where we were sitting, when our thoughts were with Rosalind in Arden, 20 or with Viola at the Court of Illyria? 20 You used to say, that the Gallery was the best place of all for enjoying a play socially that the relish of such exhibitions must be in proportion to the infrequency of going that the company we met there, not being in general readers of plays, were obliged to attend the more, and did attend, to what was going on, on the stage—because a word lost would have been a chasm, which it was impossible for them to fill up. With such reflections we consoled our pride then and I appeal to you, whether, as a woman, I met generally with less attention and accommodation, than I have done since in more expensive situations in the house? The getting in indeed, and the crowding up those inconvenient staircases, was bad enough, but there was still a law of civility to woman recognised to quite as great an extent as we ever found in the other passages - and

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