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area gate and whistle! I saw ihem---I saw the villains; so I imme“ diately walked down to my kitchen, and, says I to Betsy, you slut,

you trull, you baggage, you infamous insolent hussy, pack up your

rags this instant and go out to your fellows, but set foot in my “ again at your peril ::---pray, now, don't you think I acted perfectly “ right, Lady Gabbleblab?"

“ Perfectly right, to be sure you did, my dear ma'am, and with your usual good sense.”

“Now, Lady Gabbleblab," interrupted Miss M'Sbrill, “ Grizzie runs away with the thing"

“ Pray what do I run away with, Miss M'Shrill, I'd be glad to “ know ?” cried Miss M'Scratch, turning to her cousin with a look of defiance.

Why you run away with the story, for the poor girl came to me crying, and declared they were only her brothers

“ Brothers !” interrupted M'Scratch, with an expression of inconceivable scorn, " a pretty plausible story, indeed, you are gulled by. “I tell you what, Lady Gabbleblab, if I had not fortunately seen those “ fellows, that hussy would have let 'em into the house, and they'd “ bave concealed themselves till night, when we were all asleep in our

beds, and then robbed the house, and perhaps murdered us while we were little thinking of any such matter."

“ How very dreadful!" sighed Mrs. Garrulous.

Servants are come to a most horrid pitch indeed !” said Mrs. Gorgenews; " for my part, I don't know what they want; I myself, by “ my account, find that I have had forty-four within these three months, besides two that ran away.”

“ It's the same with me,” said Mrs. Calendar, “ I find I can't keep a decent servant within my doors.”

“For my part," affirmed M’Scratch, “I don't think there's a “ decent servant in England.”.

Certainly the country is come to a dreadful state," said Mrs. Garrulous, we hear of nothing but robberies, murders, and house

breakings, and people doing what they ought not to do; in my time we never heard of such things, but every thing is altered now.”

Ah! you may well say that,” sighed Mr. Crony; “in my day every “thing went on as it should, but every thing is altered now; I don't “know how it will all end, but I hope (a boding look) it will turn out " all for the best.”

“So I do hope so too,” observed Miss M'Scratch, with a look which spoke volumes; “ I hope so---but I'm afraid ---bowever I shan't say

any thing---only I know what I know---I could tell something---but “ no matter

The spirit of curiosity was quickened at these dark sayings--beads were slightly inclined forward, and lips separated visibly pourtraying that feeling.

I always thought you were a very sensible woman, Miss “M'Scratch," said the gentleman with the leg and eye.

“Good gracious me,” cried Miss M’Shrill; “ what can you know “Grizzie ?"

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“ No matter what," answered Grizzie, with another look which augmented the previous curiosity to a most agonizing pitch ; “ I'm not

obliged to tell every body every thing that I know---but no matter “ ---I shan't say another word about it---its no use to talk; its buried “ in my bosom, and there it shall remain."

Dear, dear, what can it be?" cried several who were unable any longer to restrain themselves; "you know we are among friends ; “ it will never go farther."

“ Well--- I don't know," said Miss M'Scratch, pausing musingly; you must faithfully promise that it never shall go farther, and I don't “ mind if I do tell."

The promise was eagerly made..

“Why then,” resumed the sibyl,—"a very sensible man who “ has read a great deal, and has a great quantity of knowledge-a “ very clever man indeed, and a particular friend of mine--well, he “ told me that the world was grown to such a pitch of wickedness “ that it could not last much longer-AND-” she paused with a most profound and mysterious expression of feature,

« And—what?" was the eager query,

“ And--that according to his calculation, it could not last more than eleven years and three quarters longer !".

Good gracious me!” cried Miss M'Shrill.
Dear, how awful !” exclaimed Lady Gabbleblab.

“I hope I shall be dead and buried in my grave. before that,” ejaculated Mrs. Gorgenews.

“ Only eleven years and three quarters, and I have my house or a lease of fourteen!” cried the alarmed Mrs. Calendar.,

“Well, it can't be helped; we must all come to our end sooner “ or later," aspirated Mr. Crony.

The story of a monstrous birth followed this fearful prophecy; after which, a discussion arose among the ladies, as to whether flounces or tucks were to continue to be worn, and whether the shoulder-ofmutton sleeve would remain in vogue this season. This important matter being, after some animated debate, determined, the particulars of a crim. con. which had lately happened, were related; remarks upon, and agitations touching the impropriety of this practice, naturally ensued; after which, the conversation was led to the subject of gossipping, and remarks to the following purport were made thereon.

“Of all the shameful, dreadful things upon earth, I do think a gossip is the most dreadful,” said Miss M'Scratch ; " for my part, “ I have not patience to sit still in the presence of one of them.

“ My dear madam,” said he of the leg and eye, “ they are the common nuisances of society."

“ I perfectly agree with you,” said Mrs. Gorgenews.

1, as you know, have the greatest dislike to them," said Lady Gabbleblab,“ and that is why I would not be on an intimate footing “ with Miss Tatler---I suppose, by the bye, you've heard the pretty

story about her that is gone abroad? poor dear Mrs. Divulgit sat “ with me this morning nearly an hour (dear, kind creature), and told

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“ me all about it; it appears she's gone to live---you understand---ha,

yes, exactly so---she's gone to live with that vile old wretch

Grumpus, that horrid old profligate, and she's to have an annuity of two hundred and fifty pounds a-year settled upon her for life; “ I declare I was quite shocked when I heard it; to think that a

woman come to her time of life (people say she's the wrong side of fifty) should think of such things !"

« O the vile, shameful, shameless woman !” exclaimed Miss M'Scratch.

After some further vituperatory comments had been made upon Miss Tatler, various miscellaneous matters were treated of, but as they were of no particular interest, I do not think expedient to report them here. Precisely as the drowsy voice of the guardian of the night notified to all sober and discreet folks the arrival of the hour of ten, the conversation suddenly Aagged, the ladies lifted their shawls from the backs of their chairs, and drew them across their shoulders, the gentlemen buttoned their coats from the nethermost to the topmost button, observations “ that it was growing late” were made, and there were other symptoms of departure. Presently there was a general rise. Lady Gabbleblab was assailed with farewells, and protestations of the delightful evening which had been spent; to which her ladyship returned thanks for her friends' kindness, and regrettings that she could not make the evening pass pleasanter, but she hoped another time, &c. &c. The party then adjourned to the cloak room, where a new scene presented itself of damsels with lanterns, clogs, and cloaks, and boys with ditto ditto, waiting for their respective mistresses. Mrs. Garrulous and I were accidentally brought into contact in the packing-up room.

“ What a very pleasant, delightful evening we have spent," said she; “ these snug, little, social parties, are so much pleasanter than any other; don't

you think so, Mr. Dimple?" ("d? Unquestionably,

madam,” was the reply. “ But poor, dear Lady Gabbleblab," resumed the lady, “ she's a kind, good-natured, excellent soul, but one must own she's rather prosy and tiresome; but then," added she with an amiable extenua

• she's old now, not far from seventy I should think, Mr. Dimple?”

“Perhaps about that.”

“ Well, good night, Mr. Dimple; we've had'a very pleasant “ evening nevertheless, as every thing must be pleasant where you are-good night."

“ You Aatter me too much, my dear madam; I wish you good night."




That we have loved, I'll pot regret ;,

For to a life of weariness
Nought but thy love could g’er impart

One transient gleam of bappiness.

And dismal had it been to dwell

For years upon a world so fair, With such blue skies, and then to die,

Nor meet one hour of pleasure there. My childhood I almost forget ;

I only know I loved thee well;
I've known too much of misery

To wish upon the past to dwell.
Save one bright hour, the whole dark scene

of memory gladly would I rase ;That hour my lute had touched thy soul;

Thy soft, full voice breathed words of praise : They were the first of heartfelt praise

That ever stole upon mine ear; Oh how they thrilled my joyful breast!

They had been sweet from one less dear. And I, almost a child, had power

To move a manly soul like thine ; Then proudly beat my heart: I thought

That perfect happiness was mine. But little, then, did I foresee

The real bliss I since bave proved;
For till I learned thy heart was mine,

I never even knew I loved.
No word of love hath passed thy lips,

But there was language in thine eye;
And mine hath read it, and too well,

Unconsciously, made quick reply. They surely know not joy, that say

He dwells with hope or memory ;
The really joyous heart is but

Too full with present extacy.
The past had flown before thy glance,

Like fairy elves from morning light;
I was beloved---I had commenced

A fresh existence on that night; Gaily with thee, the dance I trod,

Thine eyes beamed gladness on my face ; With all our dearest friends around,

Could thoughts of future there find place? This may not be--I may not love--

These dreams must yield to reason's sway; If Love's bright sun for us is set,

We yet may live in Friendship's ray. They say her's is a purer flame,

That flits not as Love's transient beam: Like her's, calm Hesper's lovely light;

Like his, the meteor's fiery gleam. It may be true--then, let us hope

That pleasure, yet, we both may know ; But, still, whene'er I think of thee,

These tears, these foolish tears, will flow.


March 1. There are traits in the Irish character which I ardently admire. My noble friend, Londonderry, no bad specimen. Has all the ingenuous warmth of temper, manly, above-boardness and chivalrous courage of the “sons of Erin.” His son Castlereagh a second edition of him: made an excellent speech last night--Canning, Peel, and I complimented him on it. He is a worthy young fellow---one of us---will tell. I was much disappointed by the Master of the Rolls' Chancery speech: too tedious and monotonous by half: devilish borish to hear him often--- hope he wont try. He is, 'I fear, but a special pleader after all. Brougham's attack on the old Chancellor more bitter than severe, and more pointed than effective. His lordship is what Paley calls a trump. To be sure no prodigal, or hater of place. His political errors after all—those of his profession ;--- his learning, integrity, judgment, and conscientiousness--- his own. Too much of the old school.--too great a laudator temporis acti---for the present administration ; but he will not long trouble them. His opposition to Canning's prepotency in the Cabinet, impotent and senile---No Go, as Chesterfield elegantly and classically expresses it. Nothing talked of at Brookes's and White's but Lord Liverpool's successor, and the probable result of Sir F. Burdett's motion: 7 to 4 offered at Brookes's of a majority of 10--few takers. 3 to I readily taken at White's of a minority of 10. Lowther and Derry Dawson offer 2 to 1---d minority of 5. How preposterous the newspaper speculations as to the future head of the Ministry! One dubs Peel, First Lord of the Treasury; another denies that, asserting Bathurst will be the nominal while Peel will be the actual ruler of the state (some sense in that---Peel, I understand, is playing a deep game); another appoints Jeremy Bentham's step-son, Milord Colchester; another, Goulburn; and another, Lord Lansdowne; while the Times gravely asserts, the fight lies between the Commander-in-Chief and the Foreign Secretary. They are all pretty considerably amusingly wrong, I guess; and betray no little non-acquaintance with the parties. For, in the first place as to Peel, he is not, nor ever will be, fit to be at the head of affairs. tation is founded wholly on the division of labor, and is therefore incompatible with the variety of subjects which would occupy the attention of a Prime Minister. In a secondary station, his influence will always be first rate ; in the first station, from want of depth and breadth of view, he would be nobody. There is too much artificialness and mechanical skill in Peel, for him ever to be more than a leader of a party; and but for that party, Peel's probable rank in the House would be lowly enough. What if at bis onset he fell into our ranks? Would he be thought superior---nay, would he be thought equal--to Lord J. Russell, or Althorpe, or Milton, or even Spring Rice? not to talk of our heavy weights. And if he had sided with the liberal portion of the Cabinet, would be have occupied even Dawson's sub-secretaryship? Would he now enjoy the character for natural

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