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XXXIV. Stephen, in blue turn'd up with yellow, He was a moody Lord, as you shall see,bow'd,
For, like the pavement at a baker's door, Like a respectful Edinburgh Review, He took distress of weather differently Received his lady's message, hemm'd aloud, From all around him ;-others would run Smirk'd sideways through his whiskers and o'er withdrew !
With tears, when he was warm and dry at He went to Grub-street, search'd the fa- core ; mish'd crew,
If they were hard and frozen, he was wet : Before he gave his summons to appear; Apollo often damn'd him for a bore, For if he called a shabby one he knew And all the Muses, when to chat they met, He might be turned into a flea, and hear Rubb'd with hard truths his name till An order to hop off himself in his own it was black as jet. ear.
XXXIII. One came; a lax young nobleman, a fay But, Kate, my dear, this letter's long Jaundiced with moody indolence and pride, enough, A savage, half-inch poet, and they say So what this coroneted poet said, Married (to speak more properly, allied) And what my princess said to him, are stuff To a high learned fairy; he had tried For the next canto, or epistle ;-wed To harbour underneath her nose loose This story to your memory!- I have read elves
All that I've writ,--and if it be not trueBut she rebuked—so he forsook a bride I am not living, nor is Queen Anne dead! Of such harsh morals, and he fill'd men's Nor are you fair, nor is Miss Brown a Blue! shelves
I've still some facts to state : I at preWith lampoons on her love, so keen,
sent, Kate, adieu ! they bit themselves!
* Query, a peer! Printer's Devil.
+ Nothing but fairy ingenuity could accomplish this. He would indeed be wrapt up in himself. We should think he would be “ as deaf as a beadle” to all orders afterwards.
# We are in possession of much more “stuff,” as the author terms it ; with which, at some future time (if the medicine be liked) we may again dose our readers.
LIFE, DEATH, AND ETERNITY.
That would a substance seem,-
Like skies beneath the stream;
Whose fruit is never rife;
Such are the hopes of Life.
A blank that will remain;
Where waiting is in vain ;
To show the depth beneath ;
That dreaded thing is Death.
That every where extends,
that never ends;
No setting e'er shall see ;
Such is Eternity.
A COMPLAINT OF THE DECAY OF BEGGARS IN THE METROPOLIS.
The all-sweeping besom of socie- sport of fortune, fleeing from the untarian reformation-your only modern just sentence of his liege lord, stript Alcides' club to rid the time of its of all, and seated on the flowering abuses--is uplift with many-handed green of Bethnal, with his more fresh sway to extirpate the last fluttering and springing daughter by his side, tatters of the bugbear MENDICITY illumining his rags and his beggaryfrom the metropolis. Scrips, wallets, would the child and parent have cut bags-staves, dogs, and crutches — a better figure, doing the honours of the whole mendicant fraternity with a counter, or expiating their fallen all their baggage are fast posting out condition upon the three-foot emiof the purlieus of this eleventh per- nence of some sempstering shopsecution. From the crowded cross- board? ing, from corners of streets and turn- In tale or history your Beggar is ings of allies, the parting Genius of ever the just antipode to your King. Beggary is “ with sighing sent.” The poets and romancical writers (as
I do not approve of this wholesale dear Margaret Newcastle would call going to work, this impertinent cru- them) when they would most sharply sado, or bellum ad exterminationem, and feelingly paint a reverse of forproclaimed against a species. Much tune, never stop till they have good. might be sucked from these brought down their hero in good Beggars.
earnest to rags and the wallet. The They were the oldest and the ho- depth of the descent illustrates the nourablest form of pauperism. Their height he falls from. There is no appeals were to our common nature; medium which can be presented to less revolting to an ingenuous mind the imagination without offence. than to be a supplicant to the parti- There is no breaking the fall. Lear, cular humours or caprice of any fel- thrown from his palace, must divest low-creature, or set of fellow-crea- him of his garments, till he answer tures, parochial or societarian. Theirs mere nature;" and Cresseid, fallen were the only rates uninvidious in the from a prince's love, must extend her levy, ungrudged in the assessment. pale arms, pale with other whiteness
There was a dignity springing from than of beauty, supplicating lazar the very depth of their desolation; as alms with bell and clap-dish. to be naked is to be so much nearer The Lucian wits knew this very to the being a man, than to go in well; and, with an opposite policy, livery.
when they would express scorn of The greatest spirits have felt this greatness without the pity, they show in their reverses; and when Diony- us an Alexander in the shades cobsius from king turned schoolmaster, bling shoes, or a Semiramis getting do we feel any thing towards him but up foul linen. contempt? Could Vandyke have made How would it sound in song, that a picture of him, swaying a ferula a great monarch had declined his affor a sceptre, which would have af- fections upon the daughter of a bafeeted our minds with the same he- ker! yet do we feel the imagination roic pity, the same compassionate at all violated, when we read the admiration, with which we regard “true ballad,” where King Cophetua his Belisarius begging for an obolum ? wooes the beggar maid? Would the moral have been more Pauperism, pauper, poor man, are graceful, more pathetic?
expressions of pity, but pity alloyed The Blind Beggar in the legend with contempt. No one properly the father of pretty Bessy-whose contemns a beggar. Poverty is a story doggrel rhymes and ale-house comparative thing, and each degree signs cannot so degrade or attenuate, of it is mocked by its “ neighbour but that some sparks of a lustrous grice.” Its poor rents and comingsspirit will shine through the disguise- in are soon summed up and told. Its ments--this noble Earl of Flanders pretences to property are almost lu(as indeed he was) and memorable dicrous. Its pitiful attempts to save
# Timon of Athens.
excite a smile. Every scomful com- I can no more spare them than I panion can weigh his . trifle-bigger could the Cries of London. No corpurse against it. Poor man reproaches ner of a street is complete without poor man in the streets with impoli- them. They are as indispensable as tic mention of his condition, his own the Ballad Singer; and in their picbeing a shade better, while the rich turesque attire as ornamental as the pass by and jeer at both. No ras- Signs of old London. They were the cally comparative insults a Beggar, standing morals, emblems, mementos, or thinks of weighing purses with dial-mottos, the spital sermons, the him. He is not in the scale of com- books for children, the salutary parison. He is not under the mea- checks and pauses to the high and sure of property. He confessedly rushing tide of greasy citizenryhath none, any more than a dog or a
Look sheep. No one twitteth him with os
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there. tentation above his means. accuses him of pride, or upbraideth Above all, those old blind Tobits him with mock humility. None jos- that used to line the wall of Lincoln's tle with him for the wall, or pick Inn Garden, before modern fastidiquarrels for precedency. No wealthy ousness had expelled them, casting neighbour seeketh to eject him from up their ruined orbs to catch a ray of his tenement. No man sues him. No pity, and (if possible) of light, with man goes to law with him. If I their faithful Dog Guide at their feet, were not the independent gentleman-whither are they fled ? or into what that I am, rather than I would be a corners, blind as themselves, have retainer to the great, a led captain, they been driven, out of the wholeor a poor relation, I would chuse, some air and sun-warmth? immersed out of the delicacy and true great- between four walls, in what witherness of my mind, to be a Beggar. ing poor-house do they endure the
Rags, which are the reproach of penalty of double darkness, where poverty, are the Beggar's robes, and the chink of the dropt half-penny no graceful insignia of his profession, more consoles their forlorn bereavehis tenure, his full dress, the suit in ment, far from the sound of the cheerwhich he is expected to show himself ful and hope-stirring tread of the pasin public. He is never out of the senger? Where hang their useless fashion, or limpeth awkwardly be- crutches ? and who will farm their hind it. He is not required to put on dogs ?-Have the overseers of St. court mourning. He weareth all caused them to be shot? or colours, fearing none. His costume were they tied up in sacks, and hath undergone less change than the dropt into the Thames, at the sugQuaker's. His coat is coeval with gestion of B-, the mild Rector of Adam's. He is the only man in the Puniverse who is not obliged to study Well fare the soul of unfastidious appearances. The ups and downs of Vincent Bourne, most classical, and the world concern him no longer. at the same time, most English, of He alone continueth in one stay. the Latinists !-who has treated of The price of stock or land affecteth this human and quadrupedal alliance, him not. The fluctuations of agri- this dog and man friendship, in the cultural or commercial prosperity sweetest of his poems, the Epitaphium touch him not, or at worst but change in Canem, or, Dog's Epitaph. Reader, his customers. He is not expected peruse it; and say, if customary to become bail or surety for any one. sights, which could call up such gena No man troubleth him with question- tle poetry as this, were of a nature ing his religion or politics. He is the to do more harm or good to the moonly free man in the universe. ral sense of the passengers through
The Mendicants of this great city the daily thoroughfares of a vast and were so many of her sights, her lions. busy metropolis.
Pauperis hic Iri requiesco Lyciscus, herilis,
Quæ dubios regerent passûs, vestigia tuta
Fixit inoffenso gressu ; gelidumqué sedile
Hi mores, hæc vita fuit, dum fata sinebant,
Quod memoret, fidumque canem dominumque benignum.
These were my manners, this my way of life,
The virtues of the Beggar and his Dog. These dim eyes have in vain ex- head was bare to the storm and sunplored for some months past a well- shine. He was a natural curiosity known figure, or part of the figure, a speculation to the scientific, a proof a man, who used to glide his digy to the simple. The infant would comely upper half over the pave stare at the mighty man brought ments of London, wheeling along down to his own level. The comwith most ingenious celerity upon a mon cripple would despise his own machine of wood; a spectacle to na- pusillanimity, viewing the hale tives, to foreigners, and to children. stoutness, and hearty heart, of this He was of a robust make, with a half-limbed giant. Few but must florid sailor-like complexion, and his have noticed him ; for the accident, which brought him low, took place tion-he was enabled to retire at during the riots of 1780, and he night to enjoy himself at a club of has been a groundling so long. He his fellow cripples over a dish of hot seemed earth-born, an Antæus, and meat and vegetables, as the charge to suck in fresh vigour from the soil was gravely brought against him by which he neighboured.
a clergyman deposing before a House à grand fragment; as good as an of Commons' Committee-was this, Elgin marble. The nature, which or was his truly paternal considerashould have recruited his reft legs tion, which (if a fact) deserved a and thighs, was not lost, but only re- statue rather than a whipping post, tired into his upper parts, and he was and is inconsistent at least with the half a Hercules. I heard a tre- exaggeration of nocturnal orgies which mendous voice thundering and growl- he has been slandered with a reason ing, as before an earthquake, and that he should be deprived of his casting down my eyes, it was this chosen, harmless, nay edifying, way mandrake reviling á steed that had of life, and be committed in hoary started at his portentous appearance. age for a sturdy vagabond ?He seemed to want but his just sta- There was a Yorick once, that ture to have rent the offending qua- would not have shamed him to have druped in shivers. He was as the sate down at the cripples' feast, and man-part of a Centaur, from which would have thrown in his benedicthe horse-half had been cloven in tion, aye, and his mite too, for a some dire Lapithan controversy. He companionable symbol. “Age, thou moved on, as if he could have made hast lost thy breed.”shift with yet half of the body-por- Half of these stories about the tion which was left him. The os sub- prodigious fortunes made by begging lime was not wanting ; and he threw are (i verily believe) misers' calumout yet a jolly countenance upon the nies. One was much talked of in the heavens. Forty-and-two years had public papers some time since, and he driven this out of door trade, and the usual charitable inferences de now that his hair is grizzled in the duced. A clerk in the Bank was service, but his good spirits no way surprised with the announcement of impaired, because he is not content to a five hundred pound legacy left him exchange his free air and exercise for by a person whose name he was a the restraints of a poor house, he is stranger to. It seems that in his expiating his contumacy in one of daily morning walks from Peckham those houses (ironically christened) of (or some village thereabouts) where Correction.
he lived, to his office, it had been his Was a daily spectacle like this to practice for the last twenty years to be deemed a nuisance, which called drop his halfpenny duly into the hat for legal interference to remove? or of some blind Bartimeus, that sate not rather a salutary, and a touching begging alms by the way-side in the object, to the passers-by in a great Borough. The good old beggar recity? Among her shows, her mu- cognised his daily benefactor by the seums, and supplies for ever-gaping voice only; and, when he died, left curiosity (and what else but an ac- all the amassings of his alms (that cumulation of sights-endless sights had been half a century perhaps in -is a great city; or for what else is the accumulating) to his old Bank it desirable?) was there not room friend. Was this a story to purse for one Lusus (not Nature indeed, up people's hearts, and pennies, abut) Accidentium? What if in forty- gainst giving an alms to the blind ? and-two years' going about, the man or not rather a beautiful moral of had scraped together enough to give well-directed charity on the one part, a portion to his child (as the rumour and noble gratitude upon the other? Tan) of a few hundreds-whom had I sometimes wish I had been that he injured? whom had he imposed Bank clerk. upon? The contributors had enjoyed I seem to remember a poor old their sight for their pennies. What grateful kind of creature, blinking, if after being exposed all day to the and looking up with his no eres in heats, the rains, and the frosts of the sunheaven-shuffling his ungainly trunk Is it possible I could have steeled along in an elaborate and painful mo- my purse against him?