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(Translated from the old Welsh of SHONI AP NEBRHYWDDYN. It was

probably from this old ballad that TENNYSON took the metre of his Ballad of Oriana.").

WILLIAM JENKINS assureth “I am a ghost, it's not a cram, her that he is a ghost. He

POLLY HOPKINS! reiterateth it; and sweareth a Welshman's oath. He relateth some further particulars of his

POLLY HOPKINS ! death; and bewaileth his O'er billows high an hour I swam, ghostly state. eh

Then sank, I wish I was a sham

But I'm a ghost (worse luck) I am!


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MARY HOPKINS continueth “It may be so-you may be there, incredulous; yet alloweth the

BILLY JENKINS! possibility of his correctness. And, if you are. I do not care, At the same time, she intimateth its immateriality. She

BILLY JENKINS! speaketh hard things unto him, You come again this way, you dare ! and the ghost vanisheth.

I hate you ! that I do, you bear!

His ghost it vanished into air,

BILLY JENKINS! Mary Hopkins "letteth con- Short time ago she blooming shone, cealment, like a worm i' the

POLLY HOPKINS! bud, prey on her damask But now her bloom is almost gone, cheek."

The slow, slow days pass sadly on;
Her eyes are sunk, her cheek is wan,

Some inward sorrow proyed upon


WILLIAM JENKINS his ghost The ghost came to her every night, haunteth her continually.

It stood between her and the light,

She saw it when the stars were bright,
And in the dark it shone there white,

It stood there silent every night,


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WILLIAN JENKINS voyageth over the ocean, and thinketh


He thought of her by night and day,
He cometh into the great Gulf
of Siam.

He sailed along, he sailed away,
From January into May,

In Siam Gulf the vessel lay,

POLLY HOPKINS ! MART HOPKINS twineth green Her wreath was twined of weeping willow, willow all round her hat. She

POLLY HOPKINS! resteth not upon her bed, but

There came no rest unto her pillow, continually meditateth the probability of WILLIAM JENKINS

POLLY HOPKINS! his inconstancy. She desig- She thought of BILLY JENKINS still, O! nateth him a "scaly” fellow, False, far away upon the billow! and maketh an odious com

Polly HOPKINS! parison,

As “scaly" as an armadillo!

POLLY HOPKINS ! A tempest ariseth, the wind One night the wind it whistled loud. howleth, the sky is darkened,

POLLY HOPKINS! the rain poureth. MARY HOPKIXS forebodeth evil. Her cogitations are suddenly inter


Sad thoughts came to her in a crowd,
Of all the vows BILL JENKINS Vow'd,'

There came a figure in a shroud,

Describeth WILLIAM JEN- With salt sea spray its garments dripped,
Kixs his ghost.

'Twas chalky-faced and livid-lipped,

Each hand a bunch of seaweed gripped,
Its knuckles were with limpets tipped,

Its eyes had from their sockets slipped,

Mary Hopkins is horribly She trembled like an aspen bough,
afraid. She hideth her head.

She prayeth and maketh a vow. She drew the bedclothes o'er her brow,
She questioneth the apparition
on its identity.

She quivered like an aspen bough-
She prayed a prayer, she vow'd a vow,

She faintly whispered, “What art thou ?"

The apparition informeth “I'm BILLY JENKIN' spirit, O.
MARY HOPKINS what it is. It

POLLY HOPKINS! turneth out to be WILLIAM The stormy winds did round us blow, JEXKINS his spirit. He describeth his shipwreck, and

POLLY HOPKINS! present peculiar position. The ship it filled, and down did go :

My flesh is fishified below,

By fishes' snouts turned to and fro,

MARY HOPKINS plucketh up

She threw the bedclothes off her head, courage. She apostrophiseth

POLLY HOPKINS! William JENKINS, and com- «U, BILLY JENKINS," then she said, mandeth him to keep his distince. She informs him that

POLLY HOPKINS! she placeth no confidence in “Keep off! don't come so near my bed ! his relation,

I don't believe a word you've said,

I don't a bit believe you're dead,


Horrid visions oppress her. Sad dreams came to her in a host, She dreameth continually of

POLLY HOPKINS ! WILLIAM JENKINS. Shere. She saw his corse on Siam's coast, ceiveth a letter.

pe Vetter: She often sighed, “ Alas! poor ghost!”

Her weary life was gone almost,
Ship letter.

There came a letter by the post,

ENGLAND. "I write in health," the letter said,

“POLLY HOPKINS! Containeth the substance For fear that you should think me dead, matter of the letter.

I won't write more, for I'm, instead,
Thank goodness! coming home to wed

On board the Mary, CAPTAIN HEAD,


MARY HOPKINS recovereth

The bloom came back upon her cheek, her good looks. She peruseth

Polly HOPKINS! diligently the Shipping Gazette, The world no more was sad and bleak, until at last WILLIAM JENKINS

POLLY HOPKINS! suddenly appeareth before her.

She read the “ships arrived" each week,
Also, what vessels others “speak,”

At last one day she gave a shriek,

She fainteth ; but WILLIAM

She swooned, and fell along the floor, JENKINS recovereth her speed

ily, and they arrange the pre- But WILLIAM JENKINS bending o'er
liminaries of a happy marriage.

Within his arms her form upbore ;
His kisses soon her life restore,

And thus he met, to part no more,


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NOTES BY AN ELDERLY GENTLEMAN UNBORN. tion is at the bottom of it, no doubt. The army of Lapland has fur.

nished leaders to the insane movement. These “ Colonels" and COMMUNICATED THROUGH A YOUTHFUL ANCESTOR.

“Generals” and “Drun-majors ” are mostly, if not to a man, deIr, by any conceivable chance, these jottings of mine, wholly or in signing Laplanders of superior intelligence and education; such, in part, should be handed up to preceding generations, there will be some fact, as are plentiful enough in their go-ahead country. Lot an Alienthings to startle the ancestral understanding, and others to wake, in Act be passed to get rid of those crafty foes within our gates, and we the reflective minds of a bygone period, a philosophical recognition of shall very soon have the Isle of Wight as peaceful, as contented, as the likeness which runs through all ages of human history. I need happy, and as loyal as Ireland herself. not pause now to consider which among the former of these matters One little piece of town gossip, to close my Note this week. The will seem the strongest to an intelligence moulded by the natural and oyster at the Zoological Gardens makes but slow progress towards social conditions of life a hundred and fifty or two hundred years ago. convalescence. Still, the improvement continues without perceptible It will, in the first place, be a mystery to the profoundest thinkers in retardation, even for a day. The most discouraging symptom is the an age so long past, that Time should take what they had learned to apparent loss of all that playful amiability 80 noticeable in the creature regard as a backward flight. From all that we can gather by reading, when it first plunged into its tank. It has regained in a measure its it appears an absolute certainty that the very wisest of our forefathers, appetite; but it no longer responds to a look or a call from its atten. though, in the pride of their 80-called scientific discoveries, they were dant. The man has taken greatly to heart this change in the disposiaccustomed to talk of annihilating time and space, will be unable to tion of his interesting charge. grasp the sense of our common salutation, “How are you to-morrow ?" or to understand such usual and commonplace phrases, for example, as “Who was that pretty girl you were talking to at the PenNITHORPES'

The Gem of the Gallery. next Wednesday ?” or “Come and dine with us the day before yester. day, if you've no better engagement ;” or “The finest weather we

(At the Opera House fire, a portrait of an ex-Lord Mayor, first Master have had for years was in the middle of next week."

of the Cutlers' Company, was a prominent salvage from år. Graves's On the other hand, I make no doubt that my readers in the last cen. collection.) tury, or in the century preceding that, will see in many of our modern

Lo, the devourer's tongue declaros customs their own fashions and follies over again. History, as some

A feeling for exalted guttlers ! one said the other day—and I never was more struck with the truth

Licks the old masters up, but spares of an original and epigrammatic observation-repeats itself. The

An odd one for the Guild of Cutlers. threatened rebellion in the Isle of Wight has put us all into a state of alarm very much in excess of any reasonable cause. I do not think the loyalty of the island is seriously in question. No one class of its

HERB WB ARE AGAIN !—The Straight Tip for Boxing Night. Tipinhabitants is, as a class, disaffected. There has never been any diffi.

pet-ty-wich-et. culty in getting juries to convict where the case against prisoners What piece of furniture should those tradesmen, who profess to take charged with treason-felony has been clear. The cry for separation charge of goods without packing, have under their especial proteotion ? from the crown of England does not come from Ryde, or from Cowes, - The Jury-box. or from Freshwater, or from Osborne ; it arises in the purlions of An ALBERT CHAIN (Daisy Pattern).—The Olive Branches at MarlHampstead, Pockham, and Ponder's End. The North Polar Confedera- borough House.


the poor souls who visit the Royal Academy on the opening day or

try to obtain an early peep at the Cattle Show. The comedy, in fact, The Savage Club Papers for 1868 (MESSRS. TINSLEY) come late, but

is too densely populated; it is a standing rule in dramatic affairs that may fairly plead the old proverb, “ better late than never," for they

the number of actors engaged in a play should never exceed that of form a pleasant addition to the literature of the season. On the whole, the audience. We cannot undertake to say that this rule was infringed we think they show a marked improvement. The contributors this

on the first night of Humbug (because the house was well filled) but year, if they are not all of them members of the club, are men of we mention it as a useful warning to the managements of small known literary position. Last year, those one or two members who theatres. The plot of the comedy is too involved for dissection; a were not well known or literary, of course availed themselves of the

couple of lords, a couple of artists, and a couple of young ladies purchance of appearing in print-not to the advantage of the volume. sue the confusing diversion of “cat's cradle" until the brain of the The illustrations this year are excellent, with scarcely an exception; spectator is quite giddied by the problems of " a pound of candles” and and the engraving, printing, and general get-up of the book, deserve fish in a dish." "MR. BURNAND gives us two or three sketches of the highest praise. The only thing with which, in our opinion, fault character; they are only sketches, however-in such a crowd it is imcan be found is the preface, which is injudicious, insufficient, and want possible to individualize distinctly. The tone throughout is rather ing in taste. The gem of the collection, to our thinking, is the cynical, and the witticisms are more suggestive of the burlesque “Model Child," with its illustration, both by Mr. E. C. BARNES. school than of the higher vein requisite for comedy. Messrs. RAY,

The Pigeon Book (MESSRS ROUTLEDGE AND Sons) is a most tempting DEWAR, DANVERS AND P. Day do the best they can to fill up the and dangerous volume. We will defy any one to read its pleasant author's outlines ; Miss CARLOTTA ADDISON and the two other young pages or look at its beautiful illustrations without being affected with

ladies-we have mislaid the bill, and, consequently cannot name them philoperistery," and wishing to set up as a pigeon-keeper. And no -are charming. The two scenes are adınirably painted, and the wonder,-MR. TEGETMBIER and MR. HARRISON Weir, the two greatest comedy will no doubt be effective when four or five of the least inteauthorities on pigeons, could not fail to make the subject attractive resting people are withdrawn. when they combine forces, and when the latter is as admirably sup

The reception of MR. BOUCICAULT's five-act play, How She Lores ported as he is by the colour-printer. MosBRS LBIGHTON have seldom Him, was mixed. A galvanic battery and a live baby proved rather or never turned-out colour-prints of such excellence-the burnished

too much for the audience's temper; the hissing grew more and more metallic crop of the pouter, the soft plumage of the fantail, and the general as the piece went on, and became quite a tempeet at the fall delicate hues of the ice pigeon are rendered with surprising truth.

of the curtain. It is a great pity to see a work of genius marred by bits of horseplay that are fit only for the wildest farce. Parts of the

dialogue are in the happiest vein-quite worthy of the pen that wrote A CHRISTMAS PAST.

London Assurance. The blemishes can easily be got rid of no doubt; A CHRISTMAS PAST! was it not, old fellow ?

it is almost inconceivable that a practised hand like Mr. BoUCICAULT ('Tis a terrible thing to chaff one's sire),

should have allowed them to creep in at all. The comedy is admirably We sat over wholesome wine and mellow,

played by all concerned in it, except MR. BLAKELY; this gentleman is And gazed like this in the Christmas fire.

much too loud, and his performance is exaggerated so painfully, as to You prated long of the Whigs and Tories,

resemble a caricature. MR. BANCROFT has taken a great stride, and And said that the juvenile mind was fast,

MR. HARE is as polished as usual. MESSES MONTAQUB, REYNOLDS and And I winced a bit over thrice-told stories,

MONTGOMERY are highly effective in parts of secondary importance.

Miss MARIE WILTON is the perfection of archness and vivacity, and And dozed a little, a Christmas past.

M188 Lydia Foote looks only too bewitching; it seems impossible that You mounted again on life's long ladder,

any mortal husband could have quarrelled with such a wife. MRs. And started afresh on the lowest rung,

LEIGH MURRAY has a somewhat ungrateful part, but plays it like a There couldn't have been from the first a sadder,

true artist. The scenery is charming. A crowded and brilliant Or a tale more bitter than that you sung.

audience attended the first representation. And still you preach'd of froth and felly,

And looking one steadily through at last,
You tried to persuade one youth was jolly,
Though you knew it wasn't, a Christmas past. .

Answers to Correspondents..
If prodigal-like I had sat confessing.

[We can take no notice of communications with illegible signatures or The old conventional boyish sin, :

monograms. Correspondents will do well to send their real names and You wouldn't have thought my crime distressing,

addresses as guarantees, We cannot undertake to return unaccepted MSS. Or, after a little, withhold the tin.

or Sketches, unless they are accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope; But when you know why my heart was sighing

but we cannot enter into correspondence regarding them, nor do we kold You thought in a terrible slough 'twas cast;

ourselves responsible for loss.) You bated debt, there is no denying,

A REGULAR READER. Will not return till the spring. .. But called love folly, and Christmas past.

A. J. H. (Forest Gate) sings the “street fusec-soller" very appropriately. I thought you an obstinate owl to doubt her,

His lines are as poor as their subject.

X. X. X.-We are not inclined to endorse your selection of a signature. We were never the same from that Christmas night,

“ Small Beer" would be more about the size. But, after a little, you asked about her,

DONAN.- Won't do-ban! What do you mean by "mearlowy lea"? And then I knew I had won the fight.

Wouldn't “ leay meadow" or "leaowy mead" mean as much ? On the great event it was even betting,

EXILE.-If we were to notice all the blunders in the D. T. we should be But when she entered you stared aghast,

compelled to publish a supplement every week. And kissed her soft white cheeks forgetting

J. A. C., Jun. Ath. Good, but the ruhject is hardly one for jesting Your rage with women a Christmas past.

When a Fenian cracks a bottle of Greek fire with you, you will hardly care

to crack a joke with him. :A wife is better than duns-ab! blow them;

W. J. S. (Univ. Coll.) --Seven years, of course.
And a cosy home than an aching head,

· Declined with thanks :-R. R. H. ; ú.; M.G. C., Wotton-under-edge; Though you owned a man should have oats and sow them," Flirt; E. D. Kensington ; J. S. P.;E. C.; M.C.T. A.; J. Ardrossan; T. A. And your son a terrible fool to wed.

Newcastle ; G. S., Stoke Newington; A. H. ;F. W., Exeter ; F. C. B. ; LomBut here she comes with a smile to melt you,'

bard-street; Paleface; E. L ; Luissac; J. W. B., Húrneey; A Fitz D. ; R. T; Your face says where in your heart she's class'd,, ..

An Imbecile; W. V. D.; Á. L. D.,'Kensington; J. P., Old Broad-street; But if you sleep with this peel she'll pelt you

J, W. T., Newstead; F. R.; Amateur; J. B. T., Brixton ; Graduate; J.
For heresy uttered a Christmas past.

S., Kingsland ; 99; L., Herefordshire; M. M.; G. M, Waterford ; W. H.
S., Salford ; J. c., Glasgow; A Funny Boy; C. K., Głnegow; J. P.,
Minehead; I. J., Birmingham; Trout, Now Cross ; Kathleen; W. H. H.

J. A. B., Pentonville; B. S., Caledonian Road; “ Sunk from the Service.”

A. S.-Why not, “A plus S to the power of two," as the mathematicians The stage of the New Royalty Theatre is not sufficiently roomy for a piece containing so many characters as Mr. F. C. BURNAND's last

Joseph.-Not for us! comedy, Humbug. It is painful to see about fifteen performers crowded

| Moses.-As old as your namesake... in a compact mass before the footlights and struggling for front

| BAINABAS BLEGGS describes himself as a “ Swaul Yankee Jocker,"-we places in order that they be seen of the public. MR. BURNAND'S

have put him under a compound microscope, but we can't make him out.

LANDMARKE might write comic songs for the music halls but for his sake dramatis persone, wedged and perspiring-patrician and commoner

| We hope he will never come to so dismal a fate. shouldering each other for dear life-mother and daughter fighting w. 8. (Chelsea) has done a most unfraternal act in forwarding us hvis for precedence at the point of the elbow-are as much to be pitied as 'brother's N.S.--the weaknesses of a brother should be sacred!


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