longer. Va bene. Greater marvels have been known before, this: nor is it every Duchess that has so young a heart at her time of life, to say nothing of so young a husband.

It was the famous Lord Peterborough who first set the example of ennobling a wife from the stage. He married Anastasia Robinson, a singer, who survived him several years, and appears to have adorned her station. The next union of the sort was that of Charles, third, Duke of Bolton, with Miss Fenwick, another singer, who had made a great sensation, as the phrase is, in the character of Polly, in the Beggars' Opera; which she was the first to perform. A pretty story is told of her, that being once threatened with desertion by the Duke, she fell on her knees, and began singing the well-known lines, "Oh ponder well,-be not severe," an appeal, which he found irresistible. This marriage took place in the middle of the last century. A few years previous, Lady Henrietta Herbert, widow of the brother of the Marquis of Powis, and daughter of James, Earl Waldegrave, had married the celebrated singer of the name of Beard. It is curious that he also made a great sensation in the Beggars' Opera, in the character of Macheath. There is something in that production which has always excited an instinctive sympathy in the bosoms of people of rank; and there is a view of the matter that does them credit. Mr Beard, at all events, did honour to the lady's choice; for he appears, if ever there was one, to have been a born gentleman. He was not only a great favourite of the public, an actor as well as singer, and as a singer "unrivalled," says his biographer, both in the serious and comic, but we are told that all this praise, "great as it was, fell short of what his private merits acquired. He had one of the sincerest hearts joined to the most polished manners. He was a most delightful companion, whether as host or guest. His time, his pen, and his purse, were devoted to the alleviation of every distress that fell within the compass of his power; and through life he fulfilled the relative duties of son, brother, guardian, friend, and husband, with the most exemplary truth and tenderness."*

Chahners's General Biogr. Dict. Vol. IV. All these virtues and accomplishments did not hinder the writer of the article Waldegrave,' in the last edition of Collins's Peerage, from leaving out all mention of Mr Beard's marriage. The lady is mentioned as having married the Honourable Edward Herbert (only brother of the Marquis of Powis), and died May 31, 1753. Not a word of the noble-hearted singer and actor," one of God Almighty's gentlemen." By another passage, we find that her Ladyship was grand-daughter of Henrietta, “natural daughter of James II, by Mrs Arabella Churchill, sister to John, Duke of Marlborough." No. shame there, though the thing is protested against in all churches and chapels throughout England, and the Waldegraves appear to have been a very gra ve family; but the vice of marrying an honest man, who was a singer! This is a blot on the scutcheon, that must not be spoken of. We have nothing, for our parts, to say against a lady for being descended from a natural daughter; but great families have, according to modern writers; though not, it seems, on these particular occasions. "Robes and furr'd gowns hide all."-However, the peerage are gaining in liberality; and wealth may further, what has been denied to mere accomplishments.

We are not aware of another instance till the marriage of the Earl of Derby with Miss Farren in the year 1797. The prudence and lady-like manners of this actress conciliated, we believe, all hearts. With the progress of liberal opinion in general; they certainly prepared the way for other matches of the kind. In 1807, the Earl of Craven married Miss Brunton, who is handsomely designated in the Peerage above-mentioned, as of "Covent Garden Theatre;" and sometime after, we know not in what year, Miss Bolton was married to Lord Thurlow.

The objections to intermarrying with performers, among the gentry at large, appear not only to have been done away by these examples in high life, but to have merged into an absolute fashion, or propensity, the other way. Nor is it to be doubted, that if the elevated party is on a footing with those among whom she is raised by gentility of manners, .the husband is probably a gainer on the score of accomplishments. At all events, the lady has more to shew for the match, than ladies have in general. She is a good actress or singer, if she is nothing else; or she has attracted somehow or other the public admiration. Miss Searle, a dancer, who married a brother of Sir Gilbert Heathcote, has been mentioned in this work, as a girl who had a look of remarkable elegance. Miss O'Neil was reckoned an actress of a high order; and the grace and refinement in the performance of Miss Tree, the singer, will not soon be forgotten. There was also a little girl at the Haymarket, Miss Blanchard, daughter, we believe, of Mr Blanchard of Covent Garden, whom in our younger days we should infallibly have added to the list of our theatrical goddesses, and who married speedily, and disappeared. She had a look of good-heartedness and domestic promise, beyond anything we remember on the boards.

In the union that has suggested this retrospect, there is supposed to be nothing of the causes that gave rise to the former ones. The tables are even turned in one respect; for the lady brings wealth; and wealth too, large enough to repair the splendours of a ducal house. Furthermore, she is many years older than her bridegroom; is no longer handsome, though she has been so; and has not only left no impression of any particular grace or refinement on the minds of those who remember her, but presents them with an idea of something the reverse. Nor is this likely to have been diminished by the power and wilfulness arising from wealth.

Nevertheless, we can easily imagine that, whatever causes may have combined to effect this marriage, the Duke may have been well inclined to it on other accounts, and the Duchess be a woman well calculated to please and interest him. We say nothing of the stories of her generosity or her want of generosity. A very wealthy person is under a great disadvantage in that matter, on account of the numerous applicants who must of necessity be refused; while those, on the other hand, who have been assisted, are seldom loud in proclaiming their obligations. Persons who come into the pos session of wealth, after having been stinted when young, err generally on the side of profuseness rather than the reverse; and if

Miss Mellon has been taught to be careful, the probability is that she is nevertheless a generous woman, or she would hardly have been so pleasant to those whom she has interested. She has no right indeed to all this wealth; no single person has; but that is not her fault; and she is not among those who have done nothing for the good or amusement of the world. That she has talents, her acting used to shew; that she is capable of filling up the hours, and exciting the high gratitude, of another man, old, it is true, but we believe not unacute, and certainly not wanting in the means of procuring diversion, is clear from her marriage with Mr Coutts; and that she can equally well fill up the hours, and obtain the gratitude and affection of a young man, not perhaps very brilliant himself, but the more desirous on that account of all the ideas he can get from others, we can most easily believe, and in default of knowing anything to the contrary, do so. Besides, though no longer handsome in one sense, and as large in person as genial temperaments are too apt to get in middle life, there is something still good-looking and agreeable in the face that belonged to Miss Mellon:-its archness is not all gone, nor its disposition to enjoyment; certainly none of its festivity; and if these evidences are true, the Duke of St Albans in a tête-à-tête over his champagne, may think of a hundred marriages he might have made, "unexceptionable," as people say, "in every respect;" and congratulate himself that he is not ready to cut his throat with ennui, after one of them. The stories that we read of Diana de Poitiers, and other marvellous women whose fascination survived to a late period of life, had, wę may be assured, little to do with their beauty. Beautiful they might have been; but the charm was in the power of entertainment. In one respect, there is at least a singular fitness in this union, The Dukedom of St Albans came by an actress (Nell Gwynn), and it is repaired by an actress. The stage has become grateful at a late day to his Majesty King Charles the Second, author of the race of St Albans; though what he meant by the hopeful motto which he gave to this new house ("The Omen of a Better Age") the heralds must have been at a loss to conceive. The arms are his own royal arms, with a goat on one side, and a greyhound on the other, and the above prophetic rapture,-Auspicium Melioris Evi. Was he philosophizing? or was he drunk? The contemplations of kings, with regard to future times, must be very curious on these occasions. Future times, it must be owned, are very obliging; and take the dukedoms and the indecorums in the best possible way, with a mixture of public respect and private objection very salutary. We are not for being severe on the matter; far from it; especially where there happens to have been anything like a long and real attachment; but we love consistency and plain dealing. If good is to be taught us by these things, let us learn it, and better the agê. If not, how, in the name of example and Holy Mother Church, can kings go on making peerages out of their illegal vivacities, and

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Then is the good sense of the lady put to the test indeed; and the circumstances have been very peculiar from the first that would entirely justify such an experiment on either side... We may suppose the present to have been one, for the sake of argument: but generally speaking, no matches would be more foolish for the comfort of either party, and society ought unquestionably to set its face against them without exception. We speak of inequalities of age solely, and not of rank. People might, under a better system, make any experiment in reason, and provided no person were injured; but to force the old and the young to remain together, because the former perhaps is a dotard, and the latter not yet come to years of discretion, is a folly which, if it did not exist already, and were proposed as an innovation, would cause those who think themselves very good legislators at present, to be looked upon as a parcel of madmen.

MAY-DAY AND SHAKSPEARE'S BIRTH-DAY. TOMORROW is May-day.

May-day, is it?" quoth a reader: "ah, so it is." And then he thinks of something his grandmother used to tell him about dairy-maids, and dances, and poles hung with garlands; all which are displaced by the idea of the chimney-sweeper. "May-day! Then we shall see the chimney-sweepers!" This is all that a Londoner, or perhaps a countryman for fifty miles round London, thinks of the season now.

Two hundred years ago, a poet wrote a song to May, as blithe and beautiful as the season used to be. You see the colour in her cheek.

Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill, and dale, doth boast thy blessing
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

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This song (profanation apart) might be now altered for the season, as follows:

Now Sal, the daughter of the scavenger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her

All the Smiths may boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee, to our great disgrace,
And pity thee, and wish thee a wash'd face.

Poor soul! It is not her fault; and we resent, somehow, the saying anything in which the sex is made to appear at a disadvantage, even in her shape. Luckily, on these occasions, she is apt to be not herself, but some great lubberly boy."

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We never see chimney-sweepers, especially on May-day, but we long to consign them over to a good washerwoman, and then turn them loose in the fields to take a month's airing, before we promote them to be printer's devils. Will nobody take up the cause heartily, and put an end to them?"

In spite of these melancholy appearances of the modern Mayday, we exhort such of our readers as have a relish for poetry and the country, and live conveniently for the purpose, to call to mind the sprightlier customs of the ancient one, and do their healths, heads, and hearts good, by getting up either tomorrow morning (or old May-day, if it be finer, next Monday week) and take a rush into the green lanes. We warrant the birds and trees in beautiful condition; and do aver, that the thrushes are of the very same order, and the hawthorns of the same identical fashion, as they were in the time of Shakspeare. If he thought them so beautiful, why should not we?

Shakspeare himself, as well as the Morning-Star, was May's harbinger. His birth-day fell on the old 23d of April, on which day Mr Elliston kept it "well, but not wisely;" for as old Mayday now on the 12th of May, so Shakspeare's birth-day is on the 5th of that month. On this hint why do not a dozen celebrations of the day start up? And how is it that the theatres do not light up in honour of the Prince of the Drama? The word

SHAKSPEARE would look beautiful over their doors; and we would be bound, do good to their boxes. Do they owe more to the King than to him? or do they pay his Majesty the ill compliment of thinking he would be jealous?-Shakspeare is far above competition, as a dramatist; so that there would be no danger of their being called upon to extend the practice.

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