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ait ou concerts, are the only public entertain- humbler but more disinterested swain, Ipie of om to have any exclusive place of fashion
at present is about the Queen. The able resort, where price alone is the
Argents, who are our main instruc- obstacle. Hence the institution of rass, 1
tors in the proprieties of London life, these select Aristocratic assemblies.
The Philharmonic concerts, however, to go to look at her, which I am sorry are rather professional than fashionsure ar
for, as I wish above all things to see a able entertainments; but everybody urbis personage so illustrious by birth, and is fond of music,
and therefore, everyrenowned by misfortune. The Doc- body, that can be called anybody, 'is tor and my mother, who are less scru anxious to get tickets to them, and
pulous, and who, in consequence, this anxiety has given them a degree 1 somehow, by themselves, contrive to of eclat, which I am persuaded the Sally Gia
see, and to get into places that are in- performance would never have excited 52 C accessible to all gentility, have had a had the tickets been purchasable at dhe full view of her Majesty. My father any price. The great thing here is Evi, ko has since become her declared parti- either to be somebody, or to be patro
zan, and my mother too has acquired nized by a person that is a somebody; otion to
a leaning likewise towards her side of without this, though you were as rich
the question; but neither of them as Cræsus, your golden chariots, like ay sure will permit the subject to be spoken the comets of a season blazing and w him of before me, as they consider it detri- amazing, would speedily roll away Eel nos mental to good morals: I, however, into the obscurity from which they har forte read the newspapers.
came, and be remembered no more. What my brother thinks of her At first when we came here, and
Majesty's case is not easy to divine, when the amount of our legacy was P's per, but Sabre is convinced of the Queen's first promulgated, we were in a terrihe water guilt, upon some private and authene ble Hutter. Andrew became a man at a dert tic information which a friend of his, of fashion, with all the haste that taiyle dix who has returned from Italy, heardwhen lors, and horses, and drivers, could
travelling in that country. This in- make him. My father, honest man, formation he has not, however, repeat- was equally inspired with lofty ideas, ed to me, so that it must be something and began a career that promised a very bad-we shall know all when the liberal benefaction of good things to trial comes on.
In the meantime, his the poor--and my mother was almost Daye gul Majesty, who has lived in dignified distracted with calculations about layvill make retirement since he came to the throne, ing out the money to the best advan
has taken up his abode with rural fe- tage, and the sum she would allow to lance de licity in a cottage in Windsor Forest; be spent. I alone preserved my natural I knyas where he now, contemning all the pomp equanimity-and foreseeing the necesday tries and follies of his youth, and this me- sity of new accomplishments to suit love this tropolis, passes his days amidst his my altered circumstances, applied myin this cabbages, like Dioclesian, with inno- self to the instructions of my masters Id nolite cence and tranquillity, far from the with an assiduity that won their ap
intrigues of courtiers, and insensible plause. The advantages of this I now rafter's to the murmuring waves of the fluc- experience--my brother is sobered from massing * tuating populace, that set in with so his champaign fumes--my father has
strong a current towards “the mob-led found out that charity begins at home
queen,” as the divine Shakspeare has --and my mother, though her estandall so beautifully expressed it.
blishment is enlarged, finds her hapYou ask ine about Vauxhall Gar- piness, notwithstanding the legacy, the fordi dens ;-I have not seen them.- still lies within the little circle of her s: 2nd They are no longer in fashion--the household cares. Thus, my dear Bell, made theatres are quite vulgar--even the have I proved the sweets of a true 3, and opera-house has sunk into a second- philosophy; and, unseduced by the umek- rate place of resort. Almacks balls, blandishments of rank, rejected Sir 1. Tas ments frequented by people of fashion Captain Sabre, who requests me to dee--and this high superiority they owe send you his compliments, not altoge
entirely to the difficulty of gaining ther content that you should occupy admission. London, as my brother says, so much of the bosom of your affecis too rich, and grown too luxurious, tionate,
RACHEL PRINGLE. Vol. VIII.
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“ Rachel had ay a gude roose of hersel'," said Becky Glibbans, as Miss Isabella concluded. In the same moment Mr Snodgrass took his leave, saying to Mr Micklewham that he had something particular to mention to him. “What can it be about?" inquired Mrs Glibbans at Mr Craig, as soon as the helper and schoolmaster had left the room ;
think it can be concerning the Doctor's resignation of the parish in his favour?" “ I'm sure,” interposed Mrs Craig, before her husband could reply, “it winna be wi' my gude will that he shall come in upon us—a pridefu' wight, whose saft words, and a' his politess, are but lip-deep ; na, na, Mrs Glibbans, we maun hae another on the leet forbye him." “ And wha would ye put on the leet noo, Mrs Craig, you that's sic a judge ?" said Mrs Glibbans with the most ineffable consequentiality: “I'll be for young Mr Dirlton, who is baith a sappy preacher of the word, and a substantial hand at every kind of civility.” Young Dirlton !-young Deevilton !" cried the orthodox Deborah of Irvine; "a fallow that knows no more of a gospel dispensation than I do of the Arian heresy, which I hold in utter abomination. No, Mrs Craig, you have a godly man for your husband-a sound and true-follower ; tread ye in his footsteps, and no try to set up yoursel on points of doctrine. But it's time, Miss Mally, that we were taking the road; Becky and Miss Isabella, make yourselves ready. Noo, Mrs Craig, ye'll no be a stranger; you see I have no been lang of coming to give you my countenance: but, my leddy, ca canny, it's no easy to carry a fu' cup; ye hae gotten a great gift in your gudeman. Mr Craig, I wish you a gude night; I would fain have stopped for your evening exercise, but Miss Mally was beginning, I saw, to weary—so gude night; and, Mrs Craig, ye'll take tent of what I have saidit's for your good.” So exeunt Mírs Glibbans, Miss Mally, and the two young ladies, “ Her bark's war than her bite,” said Mrs Craig, as she returned to her husband, who felt already some of the ourie symptoms of a henpecked destiny.
SKETCHES OF VILLAGE CHARACTER.
Whilst vice parades her front in open day,
Helmorran, great in every deed of ill,
On watchful day has crept the coward night,
This wanders far in quest of plunder store,
Hast thou with care adorned thy pleasure-ground,
Thy poultry own thy unremitted care,
One favourite dog, by age and worth endeared,
Around thee blogms the purple heather-bell,
Ill-fated wanderer of thy cherished hive,
Whence have these cows their food, that seem so sleek,
The Village Cobbler.
The veriest Imp, which scarce can mark its teet,
The Village Magdalene.
Father Sycophant. Old Father Sycophant, stand out to light, And self-condemned in injured virtue's sight; Hast thou not whispered in a certain ear, What cost the houseless widow many a tear? Laughed at thy patron's jests, though trite and stale, And“ excellent” exclaimed at every tale ? His trees, his lawns, his breed of cattle lauded ? And up to heaven his “politics” applauded ? Oh! I have marked thee bend, and scrape, and stand, Thy hat low dangling from thy better hand, Yes-ing and No-ing to the great man's will, And with his changed opinion veering still. Have I not seen thee in a Priest's” attire, Mixing with holy flame unholy fire ? “ His Lordship was at church, you marked, to-day; “ And how, my dearest, did I preach and pray ? “ Her Grace was most attentive, I could see “ She scarcely turned her lovely eyes from me ; " And Lady Ann an angel tear-drop shed, “ I'll get a Gown when Lady Ann is wed; “ But I must dress for dinner at the hall “ “ I'm not at home,' should any neighbour call “ The poor are always sickening-can't they die? “ Reserve for supper-time the pigeon-pie.”
As crows the cock, so chirps the chicken brood :“ Were ever gentle folks so very good ? “ And, dear Papa, my Lady called to-day, “ And ask'd my sister Suky to a play; « Such real attentive folks I never saw “ They are so very kind, my dear Papa. “ And, dear Papa, how very much we need
Society, Papa-we do indeed,
Except the Russels,' nobody have we “ Worth pinning down a ribbon end to see, “A set of low-bred country farmer folks
Big-bosom’d Jennies, bullet-headed Jocks “ With now and then the Laird o' Spittal Miln, " Whose face is ever reeking like a kiln.