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Title: The Comic almanack
Physical Description: 2 v. : fronts. (1 fold.) illus., plates (part fold.) ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Cruikshank, George, 1792-1878 ( illus )
Thackeray, William Makepeace, 1811-1863
Smith, Albert, 1816-1860
Beckett, Gilbert Abbott, 1811-1856
Mayhew, Horace, 1816-1872
Mayhew, Henry, 1812-1887
Hotten, John Camden, 1832-1873
Publisher: J. C. Hotten
Place of Publication: London
Creation Date: 1840
Publication Date: [1870-71]
Subjects / Keywords: Almanacs, English   ( lcsh )
Genre: non-fiction   ( marcgt )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
        Front Matter 3
        Front Matter 4
        Front Matter 5
    Half Title
        Half Title
        Image : cold water cure
    Title Page
        Title Page
    The comic almanack for 1840
        Page 207
            Page 208
            Image : Jan.
        Barber Cox and the cutting of his comb
            Page 209
            Page 210
            Image : Feb.
            Page 211
            Page 212
            Page 213
        Tom the devil
            Page 214
            Page 215
            Page 216
        Dust about the gold dust
            Page 217
            Page 216
            Page 218
            Image : March
            Page 219
            Page 220
            Image : April
            Page 221
            Page 222
            Page 223
            Page 224
            Image : May
            Page 225
            Page 226
            Image : June
            Page 227
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            Image : July
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            Image : Aug.
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            Image : Sept.
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            Image : Oct.
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            Image : Nov.
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            Image : Dec.
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        Extracts from the annual register of remarkable occurrences in 1839
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            Page 248
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        Association of British Illuminati held at Birmingham in August 1839
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        Blarneyhum ass trologicum pro anno 1840
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    Back Matter
        Back Matter 1
        Back Matter 2
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S Odd And Interesting

Dickens once visited Crilkshank's Atudio and there saw
a series of pictures illustrating the career of a London
thief. There was a sketch of Falin's den. the Artful
Dodger, Charley Bates and Bill Stkes. All these Dickeni
.worked Into the book, "Oliver Twist."

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FIRST SERIES, 1835-1843.



T HE Comic Almanacks" of George Cruikshank have long
been regarded by admirers of this inimitable artist as
among his finest, most characteristic productions. Extending
over a period of nineteen years, from 1835 to 1853, inclusive,
they embrace the best period of his artistic career, and show the
varied excellences of his marvellous power.
The late Mr. Tilt, of Fleet Street, first conceived the idea of
the Comic Almanack," and at various times there were engaged
upon it such writers as Thackeray, Albert Smith, the Brothers
Mayhew, the late Robert Brough, Gilbert A'Beckett, and it has
been asserted, Tom Hood, the elder. Thackeray's stories of
"Stubbs' Calendar, or the Fatal Boots," which subsequently
appeared as "Stubbs' Diary;" and Barber Cox, or the Cutting
of his Comb," formed the leading attractions in the numbers for
1839 and 1840. The Almanack was published at 2s. 6d., but
in 1848-9 the size was reduced and the price altered to Is.
The change did not produce the increased circulation expected,
and in 1850 it was again enlarged and published at 2s. 6d. In
this year some very spiritedly designed folding plates were added,
and this feature continued until 1853, when Mr. Tilt's partner,
the late Mr. Bogue, thought proper to discontinue the work.
For many years past, sets of the Almanack have been eagerly
sought after by collectors, and as much as 61. and 71. have
been given. for good copies.
A Second Series, completing the work, will shortly be pub-
lished. It will be uniform in size and appearance with the
present volume, and embrace the years 1844-1853.
J. C. H.



FOR i840.




WELL, blow me-here's a pretty go!
They'll only stop at ruination,
And bringing all our trade to woe,
For labouring in our just location.
Why this ere act's the cruel'st deed
That ever was devised to floor us;
Such as our ancasters ne'er seed,
Nor yet posterity afore us.
Its clean agen the natural law
O' brute beasts, and of humane kind,
For surely dogs was made to draw,
And trucks was made to go behind.
And we was made to sit a-top,
SAnd out away in all our glory,
And if the lazy varmint stop,
To tell 'em jist another story.
JBut, dash my wigs-this pretty set,
With hearts as hard as any stone,
Wont let an honest feller whet
His lawful wengeance on his own.
No longer now up Highgate road
0' Sunday afternoons I gallop,
With all the brats, a tidy load,
And perhaps a neighbour's child to fill up.
At Farringdon and Common Garden,
I'm fairly laid upon the shelf;
My only chance to earn a farden,
Is truckling to the truck myself.
But we'll resist this horrid plot,
And for our order boldly strive,
For this I know, that ours are not
The only ill-used dogs alive.
Let's not be down upon our luck,
Nor out of heart at our condition,
And since our dogs can't draw a truck,
At least we'll draw up a petition;
And lay our case before the Commons,
What keeps the money of the nation:
Perchance we'll get, like other rum'uns,
An equitable compensation.

ORDERED to be considered below.


thick-soled shoes

Counter peton
Counter petition.


J AN U A RV.-The Announcement

ON the 1st of January, 1838, I was the master of a lovely shop in the neigh-
bourhood of Oxford market; of a wife, Mrs. Cox; of a business, both in the
shaving and cutting line, established three-and-thirty years; of a girl and boy
respectively of the ages of eighteen and thirteen; of a three-windowed front,
both to my first and second pair; of a young foreman, my present partner, Mr.
Orlando Crump; and of that celebrated mixture for the human hair, invented
by my late uncle, and called Cox's Bohemian Balsam of Tokay, sold in pots at
two-and-three, and three-and-nine; the balsam, the lodgings, and the old-esta-
blished cutting and shaving business, brought me in a pretty genteel income.
I had had my girl, Jemimarann, at Hackney, to school; my dear boy, Tugge-
ridge, plaited hair already beautifully; my wife at the counter (behind the tray
of patent soaps, &c.) cut as handsome a figure as possible; and it was my hope
that Orlando and my girl, who were mighty soft upon one another, would, one
day, be joined together in Hyming: and, conjointly with my son Tug, carry
on the business of hairdressers, when their father was either dead or a gentle-
man; for a gentleman me and Mrs. C. determined I should be.
Jemima was, you see, a lady herself, and of very high connexions: though
her own family had met with crosses, and was rather low. Mr. Tuggeridge,
her father, kept the famous tripe-shop, near the Pigtail and Sparrow, in the
Whitechapel Road, from which place I married her; being myself very fond
of the article, and especially when she served it to me-the dear thing!
Jemima's father was not successful in business: and I married her, I am proud
to confess it, without a shilling. I had my hands, my house, and myBohemian
balsam to support her !-and we had hopes from her uncle, a mighty rich East
India merchant, who, having left this country sixty years ago, had arrived to
be the head of a great house in India, and was worth millions, we were told.
Three years after Jemimarann's birth (and two after the death of my lamented
father-in-law), Tuggeridge (head of the great house of Budgurow and Co.),
retired from the management of it; handed over his shares to his son, Mr. John
Tuggeridge, and came to live in England, at Portland Place and Tuggeridge-,
ville, Surrey, and enjoy himself. Soon after, my wife took her daughter in her
hand and went, as in duty bound, to visit her uncle; but whether it was that
he was proud and surly, or she somewhat sharp in her way (the dear girl fears
nobody, let me have you to know), a desperate quarrel took place between them;
and from that day to the day of his death he never set eyes on her. All that
he would condescend to do was to take a few dozen of lavender water from us
in the course of the year, and to send his servants to be cut and shaved by us.
All the neighbours laughed at this poor ending of our expectations, for Jemmy
had bragged not a little; however, we did not care, for the connexion was
always a good one, and we served Mr. Hock, the valet; Mr. Bar, the coachman;
and Mrs. Breadbasket, the housekeeper, willingly enough. I used to powder
the footman, too, on great days, but never in my life saw old Tuggeridge, except
onc3 ; when he said, "0, the barber !" tossed up his nose, and passed on.
One day-one famous day last January-all our market was thrown into a
high state of excitement bythe appearance of no less than three vehicles at our
establishment. As me, Jemmy, my daughter, Tug, and Orlando, were sitting
in the back parlour over our dinner (it being Christmas time, Mr. Crump had
treated the ladies to a bottle of port, and was longing' that there should be a
mistletoe bough; at which proposal my little Jemimarann looked as red as a glass
of negus):-we had just, 1 say, finished the port, when, all of a sudden, Tug
bellows out, "Law, pa, here's uncle Tuggeridge's housekeeper in a cab!"
And Mrs. Breadbasket it was, sure enough-Mrs. Breadbasket in deep
mourning, who made her way, bowing and looking very sad, into the back shop.
My wife, who respected Mrs. B. more than anything else in the world, set her
a chair, offered her a glass of wine, and vowed it was very kind of her to come.
"Law, mem," says Mrs. B., "I'm sure I'd do anything to serve your family, for
the sake of that poor dear Tuck-Tuck-tug-guggeridge, that's gone."


That's what ?" cries my wife
What, gone ?" cried Jemimarann, bursting out crying (as little girls will about
anything or nothing); and Orlando looking very rueful, and ready to cry too.
Yes, gaw--" Just as she was at this very gaw," Tug roars out, Law,
pa! here's Mr. Bar, uncle Tug's coachman!"
It was Mr. Bar: when she saw him Mrs. Breadbasket stepped suddenly back
into the parlour with my ladies. What is it, Mr. Bar ?" says I; and, as quick
as thought, I had the towel under his chin, Mr. Bar in the chair, and the whole
of his face in a beautiful foam of lather: Mr. Bar made some resistance. Don't
think of it, Mr. Cox," says he; "don't trouble yourself, sir;" but I lathered
away and never minded. "And what's this melancholy event, sir," says I,
" that has spread desolation in your family's bosoms ? I can feel for your loss,
sir-I can feel for your loss."
I said so out of politeness, because I served the family, not because Tugge-
ridge was my uncle-no, as such I disown him.
Mr. Bar was just about to speak. "Yes, sir," says he, my master's gaw-- "
When at the gaw" in walks Mr. Hock, the own man!-the finest gentleman
I ever saw.
"What, you here, Mr. Bar?" says he.
"Yes, I am, sir; and haven't I a right, sir ?"
"A mighty wet day, sir," says I to Mr. Hock, stepping up and making
my bow. "A sad circumstance too, sir-and is it a turn of the tongs that you
want to-day, sir? Ho, there! Mr. Crump !"
Turn, Mr. Crump, if you please, sir," said Mr. Hock, making a bow; but
from you, sir, never, no never, split me !-and I wonder how some fellows can
have the insolence to allow their MASTERS to shave them !" With this Mr. Hock
flung himself down to be curled: Mr. Bar suddenly opened 'his mouth in order
to reply; but, seeing there was a tiff between the gentlemen, and wanting to
prevent a quarrel, I rammed the "Advertiser" into Mr. Hock's hands, and just
popped my shaving brush into Mr. Bar's mouth-a capital way to stop angry
Mr. Bar had hardly been in the chair a second, when whirr comes a hackney-
coach to the door, from which springs a gentleman in a black coat with a bag.
What, you here ?" says the gentleman. I could not help smiling, for it
seemed that everybody was to begin by saying, What, you here ?" Your
name is Cox, sir," says he; smiling, too, as the very pattern of mine. My
name, sir, is Sharpus-Blunt, Hone, and Sharpus, Middle Temple-lane,-and I
am proud to salute you, sir; happy,-that is to say, sorry to say, that Mr.
Tuggeridge, of Portland Place, is dead, and your ladyis heiress, in consequence,
to one of the handsomest properties in the kingdom."
At this I started, and might have sunk to the ground, but for my hold of Mr.
Bar's nose ; Orlando seemed putrifiedto stone, with his irons fixed to Mr. Hock's
head; our respective patients gave a wince out:-Mrs. C., Jemimarann, and Tug,
rushed from the back shop, and we formed that splendid tableau which the great
Cruikshank has here depicted!
And Mr. John Tuggeridge, sir ?" says I
Why-hee, hee, hee I" says Mr. Sharpus; surely you know that he was
only the-hee, hee, hee !-the natural son !"
You now can understand why the servants from Portland Place had been so
eager to come to us: one of the housemaids heard Mr. Sharpus say there was
no will, and that my wife was heir to the property, and not Mr. John Tugge-
ridge: this she told in the housekeeper's room; and off, as soon as they heard
it, the whole party set, in order to be the first to bear the news.
We kept them, every one, in their old places; for, though my wife would have
sent them about their business, my dear Jemimarann just hinted, Mamma, you
know they have been used to great houses, and we have not; had we not better
keep them for a little ?"-Keep them then, we did, to show us how to be gentle-
I handed over the business to Mr. Crump without a single farthing of pre-
mium, though Jemmy would have made me take four hundred pounds for it; but
this I was above: Crump had served me faithfully, and have the shop he should.


FEBRUARY.--First Rout"





E-Y DEAR FBIEND,-I/write you this letter to explain to you way you have
next to nothing to pay for it. The Government has settled the business; and
the Chancellor of the Exchequer has resolved to set his revenue a going by the
Post. We are to pay a penny for a letter, which is expected to have upon it the
stamp of the Post Office, and of public approbation at the same time.' I hardly
think it will., Some of the community are looking dull about it already. There
is a pence-ive air about the two-I beg pardon, the-one penny postmen, which
strikes every one. They intimate that it is gammon to load a man with an ad-
ditional hundredweight of paper, and to call that a reduction of public duty. It
clearly affects people of that stamp; and the public surmise it may even touch the
Newspapers. In short, they say that the Times will be quite altered by the Post.
Ladies generally seem to like the idea, but there is a visible depression in the
mails. Many a coachman has been thrown off his guard, and surprised into a
most determined alteration of carriage. The Governmentwill be apoliticalmid-
wife, engaged in an everlasting delivery. London is already afflicted with a
metropolitan rheumatism, produced by the introduction of fresh draughts into
passages, the carpenters having cut holes in all the street-doors. Sanguine
people, however, retain their knockers, in the hope of getting the reward offered
for the discovery of perpetual motion! They say there is to be an issue of more
than a million of letters a day; but men are a little at issue about this. There
must be some truth in it, however, as two thousand counters have been engaged,
-one thousand to count them, and the other to count them upon. Sorters of all
sorts are employed. At the Post Offices, at all hours, the pigeon holes will be sur-
rounded by carriers. The poor fellows willbe like muskets, perpetually going of.
Rowland Hill has invented this scheme; butthe postmen do not complain of him
so much as of the other hills they must trudge over with their great bags of letters.
The only district there is any contention for is Bag shot heath, once famous for
highwaymen; they say, however, that we are all highwaymen now, and do
nothing but make them "stand and deliver" from morning till night. Some mer-
cantile quarrels have sprung out of the new regulation. For instance, there is a
good deal of milling among the paper-makers. The march of paper will be pro-
digious-the French say we shall have none left, that it will be all paper march I
Men, women, and children are to write-right or wrong. Enjoinments to this duty
-now the other duty is off-press from all quarters. "Be sure you send me plenty
of notes," says the son, departing for College. "Write tome often, Billy, do," asks
the affectionate mother of her school-going child. Love-letters, containing
mutualpledges, will be popped into the post by thousands; and hearts gone passed
redemption will be slipped recklessly through a hole in the door. It is uncertain
whether orators will not cease spouting, and singers write the notes which they
formerly would have uttered. Ironmongers are looking up-andorgery is going
on famously-in consequence of the great demand for steam steal pens. Manifold-
writers are quite exhausted. I confess, I do not like the system myself-as it's
Hill's, it has its ills; any good in it will appear on an examination-

WE were speedily installed in our fine house: but what's a house without
friends ? Jemmy made me cut all my old acquaintances in the market, and I was
a solitary being, when, luckily, an old acquaintance of ours, Captain Tagrag, was
so kind as to promise to introduce us into distinguished society. Tagrag was
the son of a baronet, and had- done us the honour of lodging with us for two
years; when we lost sight of him, and of his little account, too, by the way. A
fortnight after, hearing of our good fortune, he was among us again, however;
and Jemmy was not a little glad to see him, knowing him to be a baronet's son,
and very fond of our Jemimarann; indeed, Orlando (who is as brave as a lion)
had, on one occasion, absolutely beaten Mr. Tagrag for being rude to the poor
girl; a clear proof, as Tagrag said afterwards, that he was always fond of her.
Mr. Crump, poor fellow, was not very much pleased by our good fortune,
though he did all he could to try, at first; and I told him to come and take his
dinner regular, as if nothing had happened. But to this Jemima very soon put
a stop, for she came very justly to know her stature, and to look down on Crump,
which she bid her daughter to do; and, after a great scene, in which Orlando
showed himself very rude and angry, he was forbidden the house-for ever!
So much for poor Crump. The Captain was now all in all with us. You
see, sir," our Jemmy would say, "We shall have our town and countrymansion,
and a hundred and thirty thousand pounds in the funds to leave between our
two children; and, with such prospects, they ought surely to have the first
society of England." To this Tagrag agreed, and promised to bring us acquainted
with the very pink of the fashion; ay, and what's more, did.
First, he made my wife get an opera-box, and give suppers on Tuesdays and
Saturday. As for me, he made me ride in the park; me and Jemimarann, with
two grooms behind us, who used to laugh all the way, and whose very beards I
had shaved. As for little Tug, he was sent straight off to the most fashionable
school in the. kingdom, the Rev. Doctor Pigney's, at Richmond.
Well, the horses, the suppers, the opera-box, the paragraphs in the papers
about Mr. Coxe Coxe (that's the way, double your name, and stick an e' to the
end of it, and you are a gentleman at once), had an effect ina wonderfully short
space of time, and we began to get a very pretty society about us. Some of old
Tug's friends swore they would do anything for the family, and brought their
wives and daughters to see dear Mrs. Cox and her charming girl; and when, about
the first week in February, we announced a grand dinner and ball, for the even-
ing of the twenty-eighth, I assure you there was no want of company; no, nor
of titles neither; and it always does my heart good even to hear one mentioned.
Let me see, there was, first, my Lord Dunbooze, an Irish peer, and his seven
sons, the Honourable Messieurs Trumper (two only to dinner); there was Count
Mace, the celebrated French nobleman, and his Excellency Baron Von Punter,
from Baden; there was Lady Blanch Bluenose, the eminent literati, author of
"The Distrusted," "The Distorted," "The Disgusted," "The Disreputable
One," and other poems; there was the Dowager Lady Max, and her daughter,
the Honourable Miss Adelaide Blueruin; Sir Charles Codshead, from the City;
and Field-Marshal Sir German O'Gallagher, K.A., K.B., K.C., K.W., K.X., in
the service of the republic of Guatemala: my friend Tagrag, and his fashion-
able acquaintance, little Tom Tufthunt, made up the party; and when the doors
were flung open, and Mr. Hock, in black, with a white napkin, three footmen,
coachman, and a lad, whom Mrs. C. had dressed in sugar-loaf buttons, and called
a page, were seen round the dinner-table, all in white gloves, I promise you I
felt a thrill of elation, and thought to myself-Sam Cox, Sam Cox, who ever
would have expected to see you here ?
After dinner, there was to be, as I said, an evening party; and to this Messieurs
Tagrag and Tufthunt had invited many of the principal nobility that our me-
tropolis has produced. When I mention, among the company to tea, her Grace
the Duchess of Zero, her son the Marquis of Fitzurse, and the Ladies North
Pole, her daughters; when I say that there were yet others, whose names may
be found in the Blue Book, but shan't, out of modesty, be mentioned here, 1
think I've said enough to show that, in our time, No. 96, Portland Place, was
the resort of the best company.

I840.] FIRST ROUT. 213

It was our first dinner, and dressed by our new cook, Munseer Cordongblew.
I bore it very well, eating, for my share, a filly dysol allamater dotell, a cutlet
soubeast, a pully bashymall, and other French dishes: and, for the frisky sweet
wine, with tin tops to the bottles, called Champang, I must say that me and
Mrs. Coxe-Tuggeridge-Coxe drank a very good share of it (but the Claret and
Jonnysberger, being sour, we did not much relish); however, the feed, as I
say, went off very well, Lady Blanch Bluenose sitting next to me, and being so
good as to put me down for six copies of all her poems; the Count and Baron
Von Punter engaging Jemimarann for several waltzes, and the Field-Marshal
plying my dear Jemmy with Champang until, bless her! her dear nose became
as red as her new crimson satin gown, which, with a blue turban and Bird-of-
Paradise feathers, made her look like an Empress, I warrant.
Well, dinner past, Mrs. 0. and the ladies went off :-thunder-under-under
came the knocks at the door; squeedle-eedle-eedle, Mr. Wippert's fiddlers be-
gan to strike up; and, about half-past eleven, me and the gents thought it high
time to make our appearance. I felt a little squeamish at the thought of meet-
ing a couple of hundred great people; but Count Mace, and Sir Gorman
O'Gallagher taking each an arm, we reached, at last, the drawing-room.
The young ones in company were dancing, and the Duchess and the great
ladies were all seated, talking to themselves very stately, and working away at
the ices and macaroons. I looked out for my pretty Jemimarann amongst the
dancers, and saw her tearing round the room along with Baron Punter, in what
they call a gallypard; then Ipeeped into the circle of the Duchesses, where, in
course, I expected to find Mrs. C.; but she wasn't there She was seated at
the farther end of the room, looking very sulky; and I went up, and took her
arm, and brought her down to the place where the Duchesses were. "0, not
there !" said Jemmy, trying to break away. "Nonsense, my dear," says I, "you
are Missis, and this is your place :"-then, going up to her Ladyship the Duchess,
says I, Me and my Missis are most proud of the honour of seeing of you."
The Duchess (a tall red-haired grenadier of a woman) did not speak.
I went on. The young ones are all at it, ma'am, you see: and so we thought
we would come and sit down among the old ones. You and I, ma'am, I think,
are too stiff to dance."
"Sir?" says her Grape.
Ma'am," says 1, don't you know me ? my name's Cox-nobody's intro-
duced me; but, dash it, it's my own house, and I may present myself-so give
us your hand, ma'am."
And I shook hers in the kindest way in the world: but, would you believe it ?
the old cat screamed as if my hand had been a hot after Fitzurse Fitzurse!"
shouted she ; "help! help!" Up seufled all the other Dowagers-in rushed the
dancers. "Mamma! mamma!" squeaked Lady Julia NorthPole. "Lead me to
my mother," howled Lady Aurorer; and both came up and flung themselves into
her arms. Wawt's the raw ?" said Lord Fitzurse, sauntering up quite stately.
"Protect me from the insults of this man," says her Grace. Where's Tuft-
hunt ? he promised that not a soul in this house should speak to me."
"My dear Duchess," said Tufthunt, very meek.
Don't Duchess me, sir. Did you not promise they should not speak; and
hasn't that horrid tipsy wretch offered to embrace me ? Didn't his monstrous
wife sicken me with her odious familiarities ? Call my people, Tufthunt!
Follow me, my children!"
"And my carriage; and mine, and mine !" shouted twenty more voices; and
down they all trooped to the hall: Lady Blanch Bluenose, and Lady Max
among the very first; leaving only the Field-Marshal, and one or two men,
who roared with laughter ready to split.
"0, Sam," said my wife, sobbing, "why would you take me back to them? they
had sent me away before! I only asked the Duchess whether she didn't like rum-
shrub better than all your Maxarinos and Curasosos: and, would you believe it ?
all the company burst out laughing; and the Duchess told me just to keep off,
and not speak till I was spoken to. Imperenco! I'd like to tear her eyes out."
And so I do believe my dearest Jemmy would!

"I do declare, upon an affidavit,
Romance I've never read like that I've seen:
Nor, if unto the world I ever gave it,
Would some believe that such a tale had been!"-Byron.
IT was a little past the noon of a lovely day in the last Autumn, that,
as I rode towards the Doncaster race-course, to enjoy an hour of its rural
revelries, before the serious business of the Leger commenced, I found myself
hailed by a voice, and an arm of a red silk robe de chambre, from a drawing-
room window of the Salutation." Now, when we set out in prepense search
of adventure, it don't require the song of the Syrens to induce us to luff up
to a hail. Turning under the gateway, therefore, I dismounted, and taking
my way upstairs, made the apartment for which I was bound, with but little
difficulty. The chamber was, certainly, not the worst specimen I had ever
seen of the unfortunate world whereof it formed an item. The appointments
combined no ordinary degree of comfort and elegance, while a table, placed
at one of the windows, was stocked after a manner that would have done
honour to the corporation of Bristol. Among various plats, consisting of cold
partridges, French patds, devil'd grouse, and varieties of choice fruit, arose
the graceful forms of tapering flasks, eloquent of many a rare and precious
vintage. The lord oi all, arrayed in a robe of scarlet silk, lined with purple
of a like material, lay, dishevelled, in Sybarite indulgence, upon a sofa
adjoining this teeming board. Couchant," I knew him not; but as he rose
to receive me, there, in that silk attire, stood confessed the worthy, a frag-
ment of whose biography I am now in the act of perpetuating-the veritable
hero of these presents, even Tom the Devil himself. As my acquaintance
with him at the time (and indeed in all subsequent experience) was of a
very desultory character, this introduction of him to the reader must be of a
similar nature. Ireland was the land of his birth ; but the particulars of his
parentage were less definitely ascertained. I was assured he had an uncle
(from an episode in his life that it is not convenient here to enter upon), and,
indeed, be himself admitted that he was in the habit of frequent intercourse
with a person distinguished by that appellation. However, for our present
purpose, it is enough that he was an eccentric, endowed with little of the
tedious coherence of the merely common-place. When we laugh at the
samples of his compatriots, put before us by the playwright and the actor, we
regard them as pleasant burlesques, cleverly, though unnaturally, got up.
Reader! if haply thou hast had no personal experience of Erin as it is, permit
me to offer thee this characteristic fragment.
Would fellow," said the fiend, clutching my hand in-a monstrous horny
fist, by my sowl, I'm grately played to meet ye in these parts : when did ye
come to Doncaster ? and where do ye hang out ? and how long do ye stop ?"
" Came by the Edinburgh mail yesterday morning; at my old lodgings at
the saddler's, nearly opposite the Rooms: leave for town to-morrow," said I.
"That's a nate way of doing business, sure enough," was the commentary;
" only I can't larn the sinse of going to a private lodging, where, if you
order a kidney for breakfast, you're expected to fork out to the butcher. See
how I carry on the war, and never hard the ghost of an inquiry about coin
sense I sot fut in the house. A hotel's the place for me I've tried 'em all,
from the Club-house at Kilkinny to the Clarendon, and, by the holy poker,
never wish myself worse luck than such cantonments! Arrah! what more
does a man require than a place where, if he wants a bottle of claret, all he
has to do is to ring the bell for it? Dine with me to-night," continued
the social economist; they put you to trough very respectably in this same
shop: ask, and have, that's the ticket." I declined, with thanks; urging a


previous engagement, and made a demonstration of leave-taking.-" Fill a
bumper of sparkling burgundy before you go, any how," said my hospitable
host; "you'll find it a gentlemanly morning tipple if this be war, may we
never have pace; here's to our next merry meeting, and may we never know
the want of oceans of wine, plantations of tobacco, cart-loads of pipes, lots of
purty girls, and a large room to swear in.-Farewell."
About a fortnight after the date to which the foregoing refers, chance
r placed me in Dublin, and the coffee-room of Morisson's hotel, towards eight,
P.M., with the remnant of a bottle of Sneyd and Barton's "twenty-two"
before me. With his back to one of the fires stood what had all the outward
appearance of a scare-crow-a figure made up of a coat that no respectable
old clothesman would degrade his bag withal, and a superlatively "shocking
bad hat." The waiters were eyeing it in a most suspicious manner, and I
was wondering why they didn't kick it into the street, when, to my utter
amazement, the "horrible illusion" stalked towards the place where I sat,
and, in accents familiar to my ear, wheezed out, Ould fellow, by my sowl
I'm grately played to meet ye in these parts !" There could be no mistake
about it-Tom, it was-" sed quanto mutatus ab illo diabolo." "A chair,"
said I, to a waiter who was now staring at us both, like the Trojan who drew
Priam's curtain-" bring a chair and another wine-glass;" and pouring a
bumper, I pushed it towards my vis-a-vis. "Drink, Tom," I continued;
whatever may be your object in this masquerading, a drain of Bordeaux
will never hurt you: drink, and then, unless it's treason, leave off your
damnable faces and begin." Masquerading!" exclaimed the scurvy libel
upon the Doncaster Sardanapalus, with a smile as much out of character on
such a face as a rose in an undertaker's button-hole; by the piper of Bles-
singtown, it's rale earnest! Unless the smell of mate be disagreeable to you
after dinner, for the honour of dacency tell them to get me a few stakes
without delay : I'm as full of wind as a blown blather: like my would coat,
I'm dying of the stitches." Several handsome sections of a sirloin having
been disposed of, without the ceremony of oyster sauce, and a wish for ma-
terials for punch (expressed with a look of intense yearning), duly admi-
nistered to, "the Devil" thus detailed his progress since our parting :- -
It's mighty nice for philosophers, on three courses and a dessert, to talk
about the uses of adversity being sweet; but if they'll thry a genuine sample
of it, say a can of poorhouse soup (biling dish-wather, flavoured with a farthing
rushlight to the gallon), perhaps they would alther their opinions a leetle.
However, there's no need for these reflections now. How did the Leger serve
you ?-I lost (that was of very little consequence)-but I didn't win, and that
was, as I was entirely without funds just thin. Well, I wint to would -- 's,
at night (having transmogrified what odd togs I could muster into cash, by
the assistance of myfather's brother), and if it had been 'vingt un,' or' loo,'
we were playing, my fortune would have been made, for I got aces by the
baker's dozen. But at hazard they're not the thing: so I was turned inside
out as clane as a pudden-bag-indeed rather claner, as they got out of me
about four times as much as ever I contained. Whin I rose to lave the house
(who was to stay there with such a run against him ?), the blaggards objected
to my taking my Macintosh and hat with me, bad luck to them! and so I
had to return home as classically undressed as William the Third in College
Green. A man without hat or coat, however, isn't so well thought of now-a-
days as among the ancient Romans; and, as misfortunes never come alone,
without half a score to keep them company, I found my credit at the hotel
had gone to look after that which I left at would -'s hazard-table. No
gentleman should ever demane himself by running the risk of a notice to
quit; so, instead of stopping at the race-ground next morning, I walked


quietly on to Newark. It's raly a purty walk from Doncaster to Liver-
pool-that is to say, for those who are fond of pedestrian exercise-I like
riding better; and so I wasn't sorry whin I seen the Mersey rowling away
on my right. Having left my body-coat in pledge for the last night's lodging,
I had to borry one that was hanging on a stick in a pay-field, and as my
shoes had given in at Norman Cross, I was not just the cut for a fashionable
hotel. A bit of an ague I was lucky enough to pick up at Grantham, how-
ever, qualified me for a berth in the hospital, where 1 remained till I was
convalescent-which manes on the brink of the grave; so I left, to save them
the trouble of burying me. There's no stepping from the pier-head at Liver-
pool to the North Wall here, so that there was nothing left for it but an
application, in form of a distriss'd Irish agriculturist, to the export committee,
and they furnished me with a pass for the should of a steamer, and a fourpenny
loaf for sea-store. If our passage hadn't been a bad one, I should have done
well enough; but my provision was out before we reached the Orme's Head,
and I was ready to ate my brogues whin I caught sight of you. Never mind!
worse luck now-better another time ; as Shakspeare says-' Life's a stage,
and every man plays many parts.' Anthony to-day, Scrub to-morrow."

A lac of lost rupees might make
The loser cry, alackk!"
But think upon their grief who're robb'd
Of gold, and by the sack!
And what a dust they did kick up
To get their gold dust back !
To rob two British merchants thus
Did wicked Jews combine;
They knew that gold dust had arriv'd,
And what house did consign:
Said each, Since from the mine it comes,
I'll make some of it mine "
With firm right-hand a bad Clerk forg'd
The write-hand of the Firm :
The Customs gave the box (where was
Reflection, then, 0 Sturm!)
And all the bags of gold, inside,
Were bagg'd, like briefs in Term.
They cabb'd the booty all'away,
That boots might leave no tracks;
Then lugg'd the sacks out, one by one,
And laid them on their backs:
And marshall'd them all in a row,
Like troops of Marshal Saxe !
They hid them in the pot-house low
Of Moses-" fence," and "do;"
For wealth amass'd, 'tis doubtful how,
Call'd Mloney Moses," too;
The world gave him that Christian name,
Because he was a Jew
Now loses had a daughter, dark,
A damsel all discreet,



He gave the gold into her hands,
And she performed the feat
Of selling it to a goldsmith Jew,
Another wicked cheat
Into the goldsmith's crucible
The bag of ore she thrust;
Then, as the dust dissolv'd, she cried,
"Come, down, now, with your dust !"
And he, all in the melting mood,
Said, "I suppose I must."-
At once some pounds for every ounce
He paid upon the spot.;
A shining ingot soon was turn'd
Out of the melting-pot.
A precious scrape the Jew got in,
All through that same ingot.
For 'mong the thieves divisions rose,
Like vinegar with oil,
They disagreed-for one would still
The other rob and foil:
And all their deep-laid schemes were spoiled
In sharing out the spoil.
At last, of their dissentient rows,
A 'peach became the fruit,
One Jew, in jew-rious, blabb'd about
The dust and the dispute :
The gang were taken, and the law
Fell cute to prosecute:
Then Moses, goldsmith, damsel, clerk,
Into their pickle fell;
They found they were no sooner sold
Than clapp'd into a cell:
From which not one of them could bolt,
While bolted in so well!
At last the trial did come on,
The Court was in a throng,
The Evidence against them all
Was heavy, dense, and strong;
Guilty the Ju-ry found the Jews,
And so might end my song:-
But no; the lawyers found a flaw,
To keep the law at bay-
Not Bot'ny-bay-the way by which
They should be sent away-
So one or two, by getting ofl
May still in London stay.
Nowv all the Culprits' fates depend
On what the Judges choose;
To sin-a-gain, not Synagogue,
Their liberty they'd use :
So England hopes her Judges wont
Emancipate the Jews!



quietly on to Newark. It's raly a purty walk from Doncaster to Liver-
pool-that is to say, for those who are fond of pedestrian exercise-I like
riding better; and so I wasn't sorry whin I seen the Mersey rowling away
on my right. Having left my body-coat in pledge for the last night's lodging,
I had to borry one that was hanging on a stick in a pay-field, and as my
shoes had given in at Norman Cross, I was not just the cut for a fashionable
hotel. A bit of an ague I was lucky enough to pick up at Grantham, how-
ever, qualified me for a berth in the hospital, where 1 remained till I was
convalescent-which manes on the brink of the grave; so I left, to save them
the trouble of burying me. There's no stepping from the pier-head at Liver-
pool to the North Wall here, so that there was nothing left for it but an
application, in form of a distriss'd Irish agriculturist, to the export committee,
and they furnished me with a pass for the should of a steamer, and a fourpenny
loaf for sea-store. If our passage hadn't been a bad one, I should have done
well enough; but my provision was out before we reached the Orme's Head,
and I was ready to ate my brogues whin I caught sight of you. Never mind!
worse luck now-better another time ; as Shakspeare says-' Life's a stage,
and every man plays many parts.' Anthony to-day, Scrub to-morrow."

A lac of lost rupees might make
The loser cry, alackk!"
But think upon their grief who're robb'd
Of gold, and by the sack!
And what a dust they did kick up
To get their gold dust back !
To rob two British merchants thus
Did wicked Jews combine;
They knew that gold dust had arriv'd,
And what house did consign:
Said each, Since from the mine it comes,
I'll make some of it mine "
With firm right-hand a bad Clerk forg'd
The write-hand of the Firm :
The Customs gave the box (where was
Reflection, then, 0 Sturm!)
And all the bags of gold, inside,
Were bagg'd, like briefs in Term.
They cabb'd the booty all'away,
That boots might leave no tracks;
Then lugg'd the sacks out, one by one,
And laid them on their backs:
And marshall'd them all in a row,
Like troops of Marshal Saxe !
They hid them in the pot-house low
Of Moses-" fence," and "do;"
For wealth amass'd, 'tis doubtful how,
Call'd Mloney Moses," too;
The world gave him that Christian name,
Because he was a Jew
Now loses had a daughter, dark,
A damsel all discreet,



___1 -I

THAT dustman's bell-that dustman's bell-
What horrid tales its tongue did tell!
He surely served his country well
Who freed us from the dustman's bell.
When basking in the morning beams,
I revell'd in Elysian dreams,
'Mong flowers, by Helicon's sweet bubble,
Inventing rhymes with little trouble;
What did so soon the charm dispel,
As that detested dustman's bell!
Or, thinking all the night away,
On debts uugather'd, bills to pay;
And pondering how it might be known
Whether 'twas best to hang or drown,
I've dropped into a wearied snooze,
And quickly tied the fatal nooze,
Then, starting at my funeral knell,
Found 'twas the dustman's passing bell.
When dining with a chosen few,
The jolly cocks," a noble crew,
I've wander'd home supremely glorious,
And even dared to be uproarious,
The champagne mounting in my head,
Not knowing how I got to bed;
And, waking with the dawn, I've found
The room and bed-post turning round;
What time, in accents loud and clear,
My loving, lawful, lady dear,
With curtain'd privilege elate,
And heedless of my fallen state,
The round of all my faults doth tell;
Spite of my headache and my woes,
Exhausted, I begin to doze,
And dream I hear the dustman's bell,
That dustman's bell-that dustman's bell, &c.

15. Animal Magnetism Exhibitions
London Hospital.

The cunning patient, we are told,
Would only move when touch'd by gold.
That would not suit the learned elves;
The Doctors wanted it themselves.


YP $
'Tis hard for
they may not

in March, 'twill
a King.

A Jolly Cock.

A Dustman and his

stopped at the North


25. Gold-dust robbery. New version of "The Golden Fleece."


MARCH.-A day with the Surrey Hounds

OUR ball had failed so completely, that Jemmy, who was bent still upon
fashion, caught eagerly at Tagrag's suggestion,'and went down to Tuggeridge-
ville. If we had a difficulty to find friends in town, here there was none; for
the whole county came about us, ate our dinners and suppers, danced at our
balls-ay, and spoke to us too. We were great people, in fact; I a regular
country gentleman; and, as such, Jemmy insisted that I should be a sports-
man, and join the county hunt. "But," says I, "my love, I can't ride."
" Pooh! Mr. C.," she said, you're always making difficulties; you thought
you couldn't dance a quadrille; you thought you couldn't dine at seven o'clock;
you thought you couldn't lie in bed after six; and haven't you done every one
of these things? You must and you shall ride!" And when my Jemmy said
"must and shall," I knew very well there was nothing for it: so I sent down
fifty guineas to the hunt, and, out of compliment to me, the very next week I
received notice that the meet of the hounds would take place at Squashtail
Common, just outside of my lodge-gates.
I didn't know what a meet was; and me and Mrs. C. agreed that it was most
probable the dogs were to be fed there: however, Tagrag explained this
matter to us, and very kindly promised to sell me a horse, a delightful animal
of'his own; which, being desperately pressed for money, he would let me have
for a hundred guineas, he himself having given a hundred and fifty for it.
Well, the Thursday came; the hounds met on Squashtail Common; Mrs. C.
turned out in her barouche to see us throw off; and being helped up on my
chestnut horse, Trumpeter, by Tagrag and my head groom, I came presently
round to join them.
Tag mounted his own horse; and as we walked down the avenue, "I
thought," he said, "you told me you knew how to ride; and that you had
ridden once fifty miles on a stretch !"
"And so I did," says I: "to Cambridge, and on the box too."
On the box?" says he ; "but did you ever mount a horse before?"
"Never," says I, but I find it mighty easy."
"Well," says he, you're mighty bold for a barber; and I like you, Coxe,
for your spirit;" and so we came out of the gate.
As for describing the hunt, I own, fairly, I can't. I've been at a hunt, but
what a hunt is-why the horses will go among the dogs and ride them down-
why the men cry out yooooic "-why the dogs go snuffing about in threes and
fours, and the huntsman says, Good Towler-good Betsy;" and we all of us
after him, say, Good Towler-good Betsy in course: then, after hearing a
yelp here, and a howl there, tow, row, yow, yow, yow bursts out all of a
sudden, from three or four of them, and the chap in the velvet cap screeches
out (with a number of oaths I shan't repeat here), Hark, to Ringwood !" and
then, There he goes !" says some one; and all of a sudden, shelter skelter,
skurry hurry, slap bang, hooping, screeching, and hurraing, blue coats and red
coats, bays and greys, horses, dogs, donkeys, butchers, baronets, dustmen, and
blackguard boys, go tearing, all together, over the common after two or three
of the pack that yowl the loudest. Why all this is, I can't say, but it all took
place the second Thursday of last March, in my presence.
Up to this I'd kept my seat as well as the best, for we'd only been trotting
gently about the field until the dogs found; and I managed to stick on very
well; but directly the tow-rowing began, off went Trumpeter like a thunder-
bolt, and I found myself playing among the dogs like the donkey among the
chickens. "Back, Mr. Coxe," holloas the huntsman; and so I pulled very
hard, and cried out, Wo! but he wouldn't; and on I went galloping for the
dear life. How I kept on is a wonder; but I squeezedmy knees in very tight,
and shoved my feet very hard into the stirrups, and kept stiff hold of the scruff
of Trumpeter's neck, and looked betwixt his ears as well as ever I could, and
trusted to luck, for I was in a mortal fright, sure enough, as many a better
man would be in such a case, let alone a poor hairdresser.
As for the hounds, after my first riding in among them, I tell you, honestly,
I never saw so much as the tip of one of their tails; nothing in this world did
I see except Trumpeter's dun-coloured mane, and that I gripped finn: riding,


by the blessing of luck, safe through the walking, the trotting, the galloping,
and never so much as getting a tumble.
There was a chap at Croydon, very well known as the Spicy Dustman,"
who, when he could get no horse to ride to the hounds, turned regularly out on
his donkey; and on this occasion made one of us. He generally managed to
keep up with the dogs, but trotting quietly through the cross roads, and know-
ing the country well. Well, having a good guess where the hounds would
find, and the line that sly Reynolds (as they call the fox) would take, the Spicy
Dustman turned his animal down the lane, from Squashtail to Cutshins Com-
mon, across which, sure enough, came the whole hunt. There's a small hedge
and a remarkably fine ditch here; some of the leading chaps took both, in
gallant style; others went round by a gate, and so would I, only I couldn't; for
Trumpeter would have the hedge, and be-hanged to him, and went right for it.
Hoop! if ever you did try a leap! Out go your legs, out fling your arms,
off goes your hat; and the next thing you feel, that is, I did, is a most tremen-
dous thwack across the chest, and my feet jerked out of the stirrups ; me left
in the branches of a tree; Trumpeter gone clean from under me, and walloping
and floundering in the ditch underneath. One of the stirrup-leathers had
caught in a stake, and the horse couldn't get away; and neither of us, I
thought, ever would have got away; but, all of sudden, who should come up
the lane but the Spicy Dustman!
"Holloa says I, "you gent, just let us down from this here tree!"
"Lor!" says he, "I'm blest if I didn't take you for a robin."
"Let's down," says I; but he was all this time employed in disengaging
Trumpeter, whom he got out of the ditch, trembling and as quiet as possible.
"Let's down," says I. "Presently," says he; and taking off his coat, he
begins whistling and swishing down Trumpeter's sides and saddle; and,
when he had finished, what do you think the rascal did?-he just quietly
mounted on Trumpeter's back, and shouts out, Git down yourself, old Bears-
grease; you've only to drop! 1'll give your oss a hiring arter them 'ounds;
and you, vy you may ride back my pony to Tuggeridgeweal!" And with this,
I'm blest if he didn't ride away, leaving me holding, as for the dear life, and
expecting every minute the branch would break.
It did break too, and down I came into the slush; and when I got out of
it, I can tell you I didn't look much like the Venuses or the Apollor Belvidearis
what I used to dress and titivate up for my shop-window, when I was in the
hairdressing line, or smell quite so elegant as our rose-oil. Faugh! what a
figure I was!
I had nothing for it but to mount the dustman's donkey (which was very
quietly cropping grass in the hedge), and to make my way home; and after a
weary, weary journey, I arrived at my own gate.
A whole party was assembled there. Tagrag, who had come back; their
Excellencies Mace and Punter, who were on a visit; and a number of horses
walking up and down before the whole of the gentlemen of the hunt, who had
come in after losing their fox! "Here's Squire Coxe !" shouted the grooms.
Out rushed the servants, out poured the gents of the hunt, and on trotted
poor me, digging into the donkey, and everybody dying with laughter at me.
Just as I got up to the door, a horse came galloping up, and passed me; a
man jumped down, and taking off a fantail-hat, came up, very gravely, to help
me down.
Squire," says he, "how came you by that there animal? Jist git down,
will you, and give it to its ownerr"
Rascal !" says I, "didn't you ride off on my horse ?"
"Was there ever sich ingratitude?" says the Spicy. "I found this year oss
in a pond, I saves him from drowning, I brings him back to his master, andhe
calls me a rascal!"
The grooms, the gents, the ladies in the balcony, my own servants, all set
up a roar at this; and so would I, only I was so deucedly ashamed as not to
be able to laugh just then.
And so my first day's hunting ended. Tagrag and the rest declared I
showed great pluck, and want me to try again; but "no," says I, have been."

/ /-- /I I "I I ---n \ \
APR I L.- The finishing touch



To angle o' April! Shame and wicked deed,
Debarr'd, like March, from Anglo-Saxon lad;
Nor May net profit must the fisher heed,
For bad it is, and so it is for-bad!
In these-the fence months-'tis offence: for men
To fish among the spawn were cruel sign:
John Bull should leave his Hook, and fishers then
Should be employed in quite another line.
'Twere graceless sure to fright the littlefrye
From family peace:-the Mayor, their quiet heeding,
The die has cast that then they should not die,
Besides wouldd plainly be against good breeding
The Thames is the Mayor's nest--a bitter dish
His Lordship gives its spoilers-name of fear;
Why 'tis admitted, even by the fish,
Diet of Worms was never more severe!
He tackles all the fishers: rightly deems
The sink of nets a sink of sin !-for boat,
To ply the angler, whee-ry wicked seems;
He will not have a single float afloat !
In March, upon the Thames, march no man must;
April must heed his reign-Invade the spot,
And out of water he'll kick up a dust;
The year says May,-but he says you may vnot.



The Weather-
doth loudly

Gentle Sport

Gentle Sport.


wrong before,

Woe to the mortal who shall flounder there I
Let man shun Mansion House, and Lord Mayor's search; I'm sure I've
He, like an eagle, sits, with savage stare,
Defying all the world to touch-his perch!
rMOAL. hit it now;
Fishers! forego your line for three months' length,
And fence, don't fish, in fence months now
for mind,
Tho' every week the Mayor put out his strength,
If there you are not bound you are not fined!

Taking to their Eels. "The Bailiffs are coming, Oh dear i oh dear i"




I WAS always fond of billiards: and in former days, at Grogram's, in Greek
Street, where a few jolly lads of my acquaintance used to meet twice a week for
a game, and a snug pipe and beer, I was generally voted the first man of the
club; and could take five from John the marker himself. I had a genius, in
fact, for the game; and now that I was placed in that station of life where I
could cultivate my talents, I gave them full play, and improved amazingly. I
do say that I think myself as good a hand as any chap in England.
The Count, and his Excellency Baron von Punter, were, I can tell you,
astonished by the smartness of my play; the first two or three rubbers Punter
beat me, but when I came to know his game, I used to knock him all to sticks;
or, at least, win six games to his four: and such was the betting upon me: his
Excellency losing large sums to the Count, who knew what play was, and used
to back me. I did not play except for shillings, so my skill was of no great
service to me.
One day I entered the billiard-room when these three gentlemen were high
in words. The thing shall not be done," I heard Captain Tagrag say. "I
won't stand it."
Vat, because you would have de bird all to yburzelf, hey?" said the Baron.
"You sail not have a single fezare of him, begar," said the Count. "Ve vill
blow you, M. de Taguerague; parole d'honneur, ve vill."
"What's all this, gents," says I, stepping in, "about birds and feathers ?"
Oh," says Tagrag, we were talking about-about-pigeon-shooting. The
Count, here, says he will blow a bird all to pieces at twenty yards, and I said I
wouldn't stand it, because it was regular murder."
Oh, yase, it was bidgeon-shooting," cries the Baron: "and I know no better
short. Have you been bidgeon-shooting, my dear Squire? De fon is gabidal."
"No doubt," says I, "for the shooters, but mighty bad sport for the pigeon;"
and this joke set them all a laughing ready to die. I didn't know then what a
good joke it was, neither; but I gave Master Baron that day a precious good
beating, and walked off with no less than fifteen shillings of his money.
As a sporting man, and a man of fashion, I need not say that I took in the
"Flare-up," regtdarly; ay, and wrote one or two trifles in that celebrated publi-
cation (one of my papers, which Tagrag subscribed for me, Philo-pestitieamicus,
on the proper sauce for teal and widgeon; and the other, signed Scru-tatos, on
the best means of cultivating the kidney species of that vegetable, made no small
noise at the time, and got me in the paper a compliment from the editor). I was
a constant reader of the Notices to Correspondents, and my early education
having been rather neglected (for I was taken from my studies and set, as is
the custom in our trade, to practise on a sheep's-head at the tender age of nine
years, before I was allowed to venture on the human countenance), I say, being
thus curtailed and cut off in my classical learning, I must confess I managed to
pick up a pretty smattering of genteel information from that treasury of all sorts
of knowledge, at least sufficient to make me a match in learning for all the
noblemen and gentlemen who came to our house. Well, on looking over the
"Flare-up" notices to correspondents, I read, one day last April, among the
notices, as follows:-
'Automodon.' We do not knowthe precise age of Mr.Baker, of Covent Garden
Theatre; nor are we aware if that celebrated son of Thespis is a married man.
"' Ducks and Green-peas' is informed, that when A plays his rook to B's
second Knight's square, and B, moving two squares with his Queen's pawn,
gives check to his adversary's Queen, there is no reason why B's Queen should
not take A's pawn, if B be so inclined.
"'F. L. S.' We have repeatedly answered the question about Madame
Vestris: her maiden name was Bartolozzi, and she married the son of Charles
Mathews, the celebrated comedian.
"' Fair Play.' The best amateur billiard and ecartd player in England, is Coxe
Tuggeridge Coxe, Esq., of Portland Place, and Tuggeridgeville: Jonathan, who
knows his play, can only give him two in a game of a hundred: and at the
cards, no man is his superior. Verbum sap.

_~__ __.._: .~~.....,_


*'L Scipio Americanus' is a blockhead."
I read this out to the Count and Tagrag, and both of them wondered how the
Editor of that tremendous Flare-up should get such information; and both agreed
that the Baron, who still piqued himself absurdly on his play, would be vastly
annoyed by seeing me preferred thus to himself. We read him the paragraph,
and preciously angry he was. Id is," he cried, "the tables (or de dabels,' as
he called them), de horrid dabels; gom viz me to London, and dry a slate-table,
and I vill beat you." We all roared at this; and the end of the dispute was,
that, just to satisfy the fellow, I agreed to play his Excellency at slate-tables,
or any tables he chose.
"Gut," says he, "gut; I lif, you know, at Abednego's, in de Quadrant; his
dabels is goot; ve vill blay dere, if you vill;" and I said, I would: and it was
agreed that, one Saturday night, when Jemmy was at the Opera, we should go
to the Baron's rooms, and give him a chance.
We went, and the little Baron had as fine a supper as ever I saw; lots of
champagne (and I didn't mind drinking it), and plenty of laughing and fun.
Afterwards, down we went to billiards. "Is dish Mishter Coxsh, de shelebrated
player?" says Mr. Abednego, who was in the room, with one or two gentlemen
of his own persuasion, and several foreign noblemen, dirty, snuffy, and hairy,
as them foreigners are. "Is dish Mishter Coxsh? blesh ma hart, it is a honer
to see you, I have heard so much of your play."
"Come, come," says I, "sir;" for I'm pretty wide awake; "none of your
gammon; you're not going to hook me."
"No, begar, dis fish you not catch," says Count Mace.
"Dat is gut! haw! haw!" snorted the Baron; "hook him! lieber himmel,
you might dry and hook me as well. Haw! haw!"
Well, we went to play. "Fife to four on Coxe," screams out the Count.-
"Done and done," says another nobleman. "Ponays," says the Count.-
"Done," says the nobleman. "I vill take your six crowns to four," says the
Baron.-" Done," says I; and, in the twinkling of an eye, I beat him;-once
making thirteen off the balls without stopping.
We had some more wine after this; and if you could have seen the long faces
of the other noblemen, as they pulled out their pencils and wrote I 0 U's for the
Count. Va toujours, mon cher," says he to me, you have von for me tree
hundred pounds."
"I'll blay you guineas dis time," says the Baron. "Zeven to four you must
give me, though;" and so I did: and in ten minutes that game was won, and the.
Baron handed over his pounds. "Two hundred and sixty more, my dear, dear
Coxe," says the Count; "you are mon ange gardenn" "Wot a fiat Mishter
Coxsh ish, not to back his luck," I heard Abednego whisper to one of the foreign
"I'll take your seven to four, in tens," said I to the Baron. "Give me three,"
says he, "and done." I gave him three, and lost the game by one. "Dobbel,
or quits,"-says he. Go it," says I, up to my mettle; "Sam Coxe never says
no;"-and to it we went. I went in, and scored eighteen to his five. "Holy
Moshesh!" says Abednego, "dat little Coxsh is a vender! who'll take odds?"
I'll give twenty to one," says I, in guineas."
"Ponays, yase, done," screams out the Count.
"Bonies, done," roars out the Baron: and before I could speak, went in, and,
would you believe it ?-in two minutes he somehow made the game!

Oh, what a figure I cut when my dear Jemmy heard of this afterwards!-In
vain I swore it was guineas: the Count and the Baron swore to ponies; and
when I refused, they both said their honour was concerned, and they must have
my life, or their money. So when the Count showed me actually that, in spite
of this bet (which had been too good tu resist) won from me, he had been a very
heavy loser by the night; and brought me the word of honour of Abednego, his
Jewish friend, and the foreign noblemen, that ponies had been betted;-why, I
paid one thousand pounds sterling of good and lawful money;-but I've not
played for money since: no, no; catch me at that again, if you can.

224 MAY. [1840.


Sich a Gettin up Stairs."
SWEET Gallery squeeze, you will possess
The utmost freedom of the press;
Crowds, looking up, still pushing go,
With stares above, and stairs below;
The soldierfirst, foremost man,
Like Bow-street culprits-keeps the van,
Charges the door, whose keepers stern
A "bob" will charge him in return;
He's got his step, so with light mind
Bears all the pressure from behind ;
Feels from the rear-mob, all alive,
A drive, though not a carriage drire:
And, lo among them, soot-grimed deep,
A sweep, though not a carriage sweep.
Baker and butcher, lass and lover;
With one fat Falstaff falling over,
Sure-though he like it not-to go
And lump it when he gets below;
A prize John Bull, who, bulky dunce,
Takes both alternatives at once,
And quickly reaches his first floor,
Dismounted at the Gallery Door!

4. Exhibition of the Royal Academy
opens, at the National

408. Portrait of the President. B

R.A.'s are raised to power: and, presto, bang!
On inner walls the cry is still they hang;'"
While many a heavy sigh the artists fetch,
To have them hang our pictures is no ketch."
For half their sins did justice prompt the elves,
Half the R.A. array would hang themselves!


while forced
his dwindling
to confess,

A Carriage Sweep.

small by
degrees, and

A She.

409. Red Deer,.after LANDSEER.


IMY-ne iiro scene atth Operia..

M AY-A new drop scene a~tthe Opera,.

1840.] 225

No lady is a lady without having a box at the Opera: so my Jemmy, who
knew as much about music,-bless her!-as I do about sanscrit, algebra, or
any other foreign language, took a prime box on the second tier. It was what
they called a double box; it really could hold two, that is, very comfortably;
and we got it a great bargain-for five hundred a year! Here, Tuesdays and
Saturday we used regularly to take our places, Jemmy and Jomimarann
sitting in front; me, behind: but as my dear wife used to wear a large fantail
gauze hat, with ostrich feathers, birds of paradise, artificial flowers, and tags of
muslin or satin, scattered all over it, I'm blest if she didn't fill the whole of the
front of the box; and it was only by jumping and dodging, three or four times
in the course of the night, that I could manage to get a sight of the actors. By
kneeling down, and looking steady under my darling. Jemmy's sleeve, I did
contrive, every now and then, to have a peep of Senior Lablash's boots, in the
Puritanny, and once saw Madame Greasi's crown and head-dress in Anuybalony.
"What a place that Opera is, to be sure! and what enjoyments us aristocracy
used to have! Just as you have swallowed down your three courses (three
curses I used to call them; for so, indeed, they are, causing a deal of heartburns,
headaches, doctor's bills, pills, want of sleep, and such like)-just, I say, as you
get down your three courses, which I defy any man to enjoy properly, unless
he has two hours of drink and quiet afterwards, up comes the carriage, in
bursts my Jemmy, as fine as a duchess, and scented like our shop. Come,
my dear," says she, it's Normy to-night (or Annybalony, or th'e Nosey di
Figaro, or the Gazzylarder, as the case may be); Mr. Coster strikes off punc-
tually at eight, and you know it's the fashion to be always present at the very
first bar of the aperture ;" and so off we budge, to be miserable for five hours,
and to have a headache for the next twelve, and all because it's the fashion!
After the aperture, as they call it, comes the opera, which, as I am given to
understand, is the Italian for singing. Why they should sing in Italian, I
can't conceive; or why they should do nothing but sing: bless us, how I used
to long for the wooden magpie in the Gazzylarder, to fly up to the top of the
church-steeple, and see the chaps with the pitchforks to come in and carry off
that wicked Don June. Not that I don't admire Lablash, and Eubini, and his
brother, Tomrubini, him who has that fine bass voice, I mean, and acts the
Corporal in the first piece, and Don June in the second; but three hours is a
little too much, for you can't sleep on those little rickety seats in the boxes.
The opera is bad enough; but what is that to the bally ? You should have
seen my Jemmy the first night when she stopped to see it; and when Madam-
salls Fanny and Theresa Hustler came forward, along with a gentleman, to
dance, you should have seen how Jemmy stared, and our girl blushed, when
Madamsall Fanny, coming forward, stood on th6 tips of only five of her toes,
and raising up the other five, and the foot belonging to them, almost to her
shoulder, twirled round, and rolind, andround, like a teetotum, for a couple of
minutes or more; and as she settled down, at last, on both feet, in a natural
decent posture, you should have heard how the house roared with applause,
the boxes clapping with all their might, and waving their handkerchiefs; the
pit shouting, "Bravo!" Some people, who, I suppose, were rather angry at
such an exhibition, threw bunches of flowers at her; and what do you thin, she
did ? why, hang me, if she did not come forward, as though nothing had hap-
pened, gatherup the things they had thrown at her, smile, press them to her
heart, and began whirling round again, faster than ever!-Talk about coolness,
I never saw such in all my born days.
"Nasty thing!" says Jemmy, starting up in a fury; "if women will act so,
it serves them right to be treated so."
O, yds she acts beautifully," says our friend, his Excellency, who, along with
Baron von Punter, and Tagrag, used very seldom to miss coming to our box.
She may act very beautifully, Munseer, but she don't dress so; and I am
very glad they threw that orange-peel and all those things at her, and that
the people waved to her to get off."



Here his Excellency, and the Baron, and Tag, set up a roar of laughter. "My
dear Mrs. Coxe," says Tag, "those are the most famous dancers in the world;
and we throw myrtle, geraniums, and lilies, and roses, at them, in token of our
immense admiration!"
Well, I never!" said my wife; and poor Jemimarann slunk behind the cur-
tain, and looked as red as it almost. After the one had done, the next'begun;
but when, all of a sudden, a somebody came skipping and bounding in, like an
Indian-rubber ball, flinging itself up at least six feet from the stage, and there
shaking aboutits legs like mad, we were more astonished than ever!
"That's Anatole," says one of the gentlemen.
"Anna who?" says my wife, and she might well be mistaken; for this per-
son had a hat and feathers, a bare neck and arms, great black ringlets, and a
little calico frock, which came down to the knees.
Anatole; you would not think he was sixty-three years old, he's as active
as a man of twenty."
He!" shrieked out my wife; "what, is that there a man ? For shame! Mun-
seer. Jemimarann, dear, get your cloak, and come along; and I'll thank you,
my dear, to call our people and let us go home."
You wouldn't think, after this, that my Jemmy, who had shown such a
horror at the bally, as they call it, should ever grow accustomed to it; but she
liked to hear her name shouted out in the crush-room, and so would stop till
the end of everything; and, law bless you in three weeks from that time she
could look at the ballet as she would ata dancing-dog in the streets, and would
bring her double-barrelled opera-glass up to her eyes as coolly as if she had
been a born duchess. As for me, I did at Rome as Rome does, and precious
fun it used to be, sometimes.
My friend the Baron insisted, one night, on my going behind the scenes;
where, being a subscriber, he said I had what they call my ontray. Behind
then I went; and such a place you never saw nor heard of! Fancy lots of
young and old gents, of the fashion, crowding round and staring at the actresses
practising their steps. Fancy yellow, snuffy foreigners, chattering always,
and smelling fearfully of tobacco. Fancy scores of Jews, with hooked noses,
and black muzzles, covered with rings, chains, sham diamonds, and gold waist-
coats. Fancy old men, dressed in old night-gowns, with knock-knees, and dirty
flesh-coloured cotton stockings, and dabs of brickdust on their wrinkled old
chops, and tow wigs (such wigs !) for the bald ones, and great tin spears in
their hands, mayhap, or else shepherd's crooks, and fusty garlands of flowers,
made of red and green baize Fancy troops of girls, giggling, chattering, pushing
to and fro, amidst old black canvas, Gothic halls, thrones, pasteboard Cupids,
dragons, and such like; such dirt, darkness, crowd, confusion, and gabble of all
conceivable languages was never known!
If you could but have seen Munsoer Anatole! Instead of looking twenty, he
looked a thousand. The old man's wig was off, and a barber was giving it a
touch with the tongs; Munseer was taking snuff himself, and a boy was standing
by, with a pint of beer from the public-house at the corner of Charles-street.
I met with a little accident, during the three-quarters of an hour which they
allow for the entertainment of us men of fashion on the stage, before the curtain
draws up for the bally, while te ladies in the boxes are gaping, and the people
in the pit are drumming with their feet and canes in the rudest manner possible,
Sas though they couldn't wait.
Just at the moment before the little bell rings, and the curtain flies up, and we
scuffle off to the sides (for we always stay till the very last moment), I was in
the middle of the stage, making myself very affable to the fair figgerantys
which was spinning and twirling about me, and asking them if they wasn't cold,
and such like politeness, in the most condescending way possible, when a bolt
was suddenly withdrawn, and down I popped, through a trap in the stage, into
the place below. Luckily, I was stopped by a piece of machinery, consisting of a
heap of green blankets, and a young lady coming up as Venus rising from the sea.
If Ihad not fallen so soft, I don't know what might have been the consequence of
the collusion. I never told Mrs. Coxe, for she can't bear to hear of my paying
-the least attention to the fair sex.



J UN E'-Striking a, balance

R d
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JJUNE. .227


2. Epsom Races.-" Surrey for the Field."

I'M very ill; my circulation halts..
I the blood; I wear the yellowest of faces:
Soh shall I take a dose of Epsom salts,
Or forego Epsom salts for Epsom races ?
I chose the trip before the physic-sipping,
And very prettily I paid for tripping i
Start fair," I cried,-I'd often started fowl
Out of the Moors,-but then I did start fair:
The Course of course I reached, and cheek by jowl
Was standing with my betters, gazing there
At a horse winning at his jockey's beck,
As felons win the gallows-by a neck
"Tak tent I" the Scotchman says, that's "look about,"
But, take care of the tent," he should have said:
I went within, and wish I'd gone without
A stake, or had a good rump-steak instead;
But I had cash, and having made a set
At them, and they at me, slap at Roulette.
And if 'twas natural to have gone within,
I soon discovered it was very flat:
A sovereign good for me it would have been
If I had had no sovereigns,-verbum sat!
I lost I-and took no note when all was done,
Except a note of how much they had won
I cannot say they were a dirty set,
Because they clean'd me so completely out;
A bout like this of Epsom Downs' roulette
Teaches a mortal what he is about.
Cheating is physic.-While the game's alive -
It empties pockets if it doesn't thrive!
5. 38oniface, (first Alderman of Port-soken P)

12. Mr. Wakley declared, that Gin was hi
equal to 1000 inquests a year.

A Palace reared! and lo in quest of gin,
Thousands, sans scruple, pass for drams within;
Water they'd spurn, e'en from Geneva's lake,
Gin ever-not Geneva's-they will take:
In quest of that, when they no more can run,
Wakley his inquest holds, and all is done !

Death ofDesdemona.

Foul-from the Moor.

How hard





High game.

s best friend-it was

Cordial reception,

Caught in his own gin.



NEXT door to us, in Portland-place, lived the Right Honourable the Earl of
Kilblazes, of Kilmacrasy Castle, county Kildare, and his mother, the Dowager
Countess. Lady Kilblazes had a daughter, Lady Juliana Matilda Mac Turk, of
the exact age of our dear Jemimarann; and a son, The Honourable Arthur
Wellington Anglesea Blucher Bulow Mac Turk, only ten months older than
our boy, Tug.
My darling Jemmy is a woman of spirit, and, as became her station, made
every possible attempt to become acquainted with the Dowager Countess of
Kilblazes, which her ladyship (because, forsooth, she was the daughter of the
Minister, and the Prince of Wales's great friend, the Earl of Portansherry)
thought fit to reject. I don't wonder at my Jemmy growing so angry with her,
and determining, in every way, to put her ladyship down. The Kilblazes'
estate is not so large as the Tuggeridge property, by two thousand a-year, at
least; and so my wife, when our neighbours kept only two footmen, was quite
authorized in having three; and she made it a point, as soon as ever the Kil-
blazes' carriage-and-pair came round, to have her own carriage-and-four.
Well, our box was next to theirs at the Opera; only twice as big. Whatever
masters went to Lady Juliana, came to my Jemimarann; and what do you
think Jemmy did? she got her celebrated governess, Madam de Flicflac, away
from the Countess, by offering a double salary. It was quite a treasure, they
said, to have Madame Flicflac; she had been (to support her father, the Count,
when he emigrated) a French dancer at the Italian Opera. French dancing, and
Italian, therefore, we had at once, and in the best style: it is astonishing how
quick and well she used to speak-the French especially.
Master Arthur Mac Turk was at the famous school of the Reverend Clement
Coddler, along with a hundred and ten other young fashionables, from the age
of three to fifteen; and to this establishment Jemmy sent our Tug, adding forty
guineas to the hundred and twenty paid every year for the boarders. I think
I found out the dear soul's reason, for, one day, speaking about the school to a
mutual acquaintance of ours and the Kilblazes, she whispered to hinm, that "she
never would have thought of sending her darling boy at the rate which her
next-doorneighbour paid; their lad, she was sure, must be starved: however,
poor people they did the best they could on their income."
Coddler's, in fact, was the tip-top school near London; he had been tutor
to the Duke of Buckminster, who had set him up in the school, and, as I tell
you, all the peerage and respectable commoners came to it. You read in the
bill (the snopsis, I think Coddler called it), after the account of the charges for
board, masters, extras, &c.: Every young nobleman (or gentleman) is ex-
pected to bring a knife and fork, spoon, and goblet, of silver (to prevent break-
age), which will not be returned; a dressing-gown and slippers; toilet-box,
pomatum, curling-irons, &c. &c. The pupil must, on NO ACCOUNT, be allowed
to have more than ten guineas of pocket-money, unless his parents parti-
cularly desire it, or he be above fifteen years of age. Wine will be an
extra charge; as are warm, vapour, and douche baths; carriage exercise
will be provided at the rate of fifteen guineas per quarter. It is earnestly
requested that no young nobleman (or gentleman) be allowed to smoke. In
a place devoted to the cultivation of polite literature, such an ignoble enjoy-
ment were profane, CLEMENT CODDLER, M.A.,
"Chaplain and late tutor to his Grace the
"Mount Parnasus, Riclimond,.Surrey." Duke of Buckminster.
To this establishment our Tug was sent. "Recollect, my dear," said his
mamma, "that you are a Tuggeridge by birth, and that I expect you to beat
all the boys in the school, especially that Wellington Mac Turk. who. though
he is a lord's son, is nothing to you, who are the heir of Tuggeridgeville."
Tug was a smart young fellow enough, and could cut and curl as well as any
young chap of his age ; he was not a bad hand at a wig either, and could
shave, too, very prettily; but that was in the old time, when we were not
great people: when he came to be a gentleman, he had to learn Latin and
Greek, and had a deal of lost time to make up for on going to school.
However, we had no fear; for the Reverend Mr. Coddler used to send monthly


accounts of his pupils' progress, and if Tug was not a wonder of the world, I
don't know who was. It was
General behaviour ... excellent French............. tras bien.
English ................. very good Latin ........... optimd.
and so on; he possessed all the virtues, and wrote to us every month for
money. My dear Jemmy and I determined to go and see him, after he had been
at school a quarter; we went, and were shown by Mr. Coddler, one of the
meekest, smilingest little men I ever saw, into the bed-rooms and eating
rooms (the dromitaries and refractories he called them), which were all as com-
fortable as comfortable might be. It is a holiday to-day," said Mr. Coddler;
and a holiday it seemed to be. In the dining-room were half a dozen young
gentlemen playing at cards ("all tip-top nobility," observed Mr. Coddler);-in
the bed-rooms there was only one gent; he was lying on his bed, reading
a novel and smoking cigars. "Extraordinary genius!" whispered Coddler;
" Honourable Tom Fitz-Warter, cousin of Lord Byron's; smokes all day; and
has written the sweetest poems you can imagine. Genius, my dear madam, you
know, genius must have its way." "Well, upon my word," says Jemmy, if
that's genus, Ihad rather that Master Tuggeridge Coxe Tuggeridge remained a
dull fellow."
"Impossible, my dear madam," said Coddler, "Mr. Tuggeridge Coxe couldn't
be stupid if he tried."
Just then up comes Lord Claude Lollypop, third son of the Marquis of Ally-
compane. We were introduced instantly, Lord Claude Lollypop, Mr. and Mrs.
Coxe':" the little lord wagged his head, my wife bowed very low, and so did
Mr. Coddler, who, as he saw my lord making for the play-ground, begged him
to show us the way.-" Come along," says my lord; and as he walked before
us, whistling, we had leisure to remark the beautiful holes in his jacket and
About twenty young noblemen (and gentlemen) were gathered round a
pastrycook's shop, at the end of the green. That's the grub-shop," said my
lord, "where we young gentlemen wot has money buys our wittles, and them
young gentlemen wot has none, goes tick."
Then he passed a poor red-haired usher, sitting on a bench alone. That's
Mr. HIicks, the Husher, ma'am," says my lord, we keep him, for he's very
useful to throw stones at, and he keeps the chaps' coats when there's a fight, or
a game at cricket.-Well, Hicks, how's your mother? what's the row now ?'
" I believe, my lord," said the usher, very meekly, there is a pugilistic
encounter somewhere on the premises-the Honourable Mr. Mac--''
"0 come along," said Lord Lollypop, "come along, this way, ma'am! Go it,
ye cripples "' and my lord pulled my dear Jemmy's gown in the kindest and
most familiar way, she trotting on after him, mightily pleased to be so taken
notice of, and I after her. A little boy went running across the green. "Who
it it, Petitoes?'' screams my lord. "Turk and the barber," pipes Petitoes,
and runs to the pastrycook's like mad. Turk and the ba-," laughs out my
lord, looking at us: "hurrah! this way, ma'am;" and, turning round a corner
he opened a door into a court-yard, where a number of boys were collected
and a great noise of shrill voices might be heard. Go it, Turk !" says one
"Go it, barber!" says another. "Punch hith life out," roars another, whose
voice was just cracked, and his clothes half a yard too short for him!
Fancy our horror, when, on the crowd making way, we saw Tug pummelling
away at the Honourable Master Mac Turk! My dear Jemmy, who don't
understand such things, pounced upon the two at once, and, with one hand
tearing away Tug, sent him spinning back into the arms of his seconds, while,
with the other, she clawed hold of Master Mac Turk's red hair, and, as soon as
she got her second hand free, banged it about his face and ears like a good one.
You nasty-wicked-quarrelsome-aristocratic (each word was a bang)-
aristocratic, oh! oh! oh!" Here the words stopped; for, what with the agita-
tion, maternal solicitude, and a dreadful kick on the shins which, I am'ashamed
to say, Master Mac Turk administered, my dear Jemmy could bear it no longer,
and sunk, fainting away, in my arms.



ONCE out of town went big John Brown,
A Sunday man so gay;
He went with his life, and he went with his wife,
I And he went with his kids in a shay !
The shay was like a lottery prize-
Exceedingly hard to draw;
And John Brown looked with both his eyes
As blank as ever you saw.
Oh! very hot the summer's sun
Shone over Somers town;
By sweat-not slander-John was soon
Exceedingly run down!
With piping heat lie plied his drag,
While sinews paid the piper;
At Highgate Hill his handkerchief
Was turned into a viper."
He gave his family a long
And strong pull altogether;"
But they in spite of sunshine soon
Gave signs of squally weather.
John's wife surveyed her lord and shay
With most maternal mind;
She'd never such a load before,
And so she push'd behind!
So on they trudged: no half-way house
Afforded them a sup,
But about half-way.up the hill
John found it was "all up."
With agony he used his sleeve,
And gasping, cried, "I'm blow'd!"
"What then befel the Browns?" I believe
They're still upon the road I

23. Newspaper born, 1588.--Editor I.
The first of architects, who, ere he died,
Rear'd columns more than all the world beside.

30. William Penn died, 1718.
Although we are not of ourpencil vain,
Of Pennsylvania's father among men
We draw the tomb on stone; that once again
The Pencil may do honour to the Pen!

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The water out;

A Wvper-snakepattern.

While wet sustains


Rains and drains.


JU.Y-Do.wn at Beulah.

ALTHOUGH there was a regular cut between the next-door people and us, yet
Tug and the Honourable Master Mac Turk kept up their acquaintance over the
back-garden wall, and in the stables, where they were fighting, making friends,
and playing tricks from morning to night, during the holidays. Indeed, it was
from young Mac that we first heard of Madame de Flicflac, of whommy Jemmy
robbed Lady Kilblazes, as I before have related. When our friend, the Baron,
first saw Madame, a very tender greeting passed between them, for they had,
as it appeared, been old friends abroad. Sapristie," said the Baron, in his
lingo, "que fais tu ici, Aminalde ?" "Et.toi, mon pauvre Chicot," says she;
' est ce qu'on t'a mis a la retraite ? Il parait, que tu n'est plus G4ndral chez
Franco-" Chut i says the Baron, putting his finger to his lips.
What are they saying, my dear ?" says my wife to Jemimarann, who had
a pretty knowledge of the language by this time.
I don't know what 'SIpristie' means, mamma; but the Baron asked Madame
what she was doing here? and Madame said, 'And you, Ohicot, you are no
more a general at Franco.' Have I not translated rightly, Madame ?"
Oui, mon chou, mon ange; yase, my angel, my cabbage, quite right. Figure
yourself, I have known my dear Chicot dis twenty years."
"Ohicot is my name of baptism," says the Baron; Baron Chicot de Punter
is my name." And, being a general at Franco," says Jemmy, "means, I sup-
pose, being a French General?"
Yes, I vas," said he, General Baron de Punter, n'est il pas, Aminalde ?"
"0, yes!" said Madame Flicflac, and laughed; and I and Jemmy laughed
out of politeness: and a pretty laughing matter it was, as you shall hear.
About this time my Jemmy became one of the Ladies-Patronesses of that
.admirable Institution, The Washerwoman's Orphans' Home ;" Lady de Sudley
was the great projector of it; and the manager and chaplain, the excellent and
Reverend Sidney Slopper. His salary, as chaplain, and that of Doctor Leitch,
the physician (both cousins of her Ladyship's), drew away five hundred pounds
from the six subscribed to the Charity: and Lady de Sudley thought a fete at
Beulah Spa, with the aid of some of the foreign Princes who were in town last
year, might bring a little more money into its treasury. A tender appeal was
accordingly drawn up, and published in all the papers:
The 'Washerwoman's Orphans' Home' has now been established seven
years; and the good which it has effected is, it may be confidently stated, in-
calculable. Ninety-eight orphan children of washerwomen have been lodged
within its walls. One hundred and two British washerwomen have,been
relieved when in the last state of decay. ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT
THOUSAND articles of male and female dress have been washed, mended, buttoned,
ironed, and mangled, in the Establishment. And, by an arrangement with the
governors of the Foundling, itis hoped that THE BABY-LINEN OF THAT HOSPITAL
will be confided to the British Washerwoman's Home !
With such prospects before it, is it not sad, is it not lamentable to think, that
the Patronesses of the Society have been compelled to reject the applications of
WVOMEN, from lack of means for their support? Ladies of England! Mothers
of England! to you we appeal. Is there one of you that will not respond to
the cry in behalf of these deserving members of our sex?
It has been determined by the Ladies-Patronesses to give a fete at Beulah
Spa, on Thursday, July 25; which will be graced with the first foreign and
native TALENT, by the first foreign and native RANK; and where they beg for
:the attendance of every WASHERWOMAN'S FRIEND."
Her Highness the Princess of Schloppenzollernschwigmaringen, the Duke
of Sacks Tubbingen, His Excellency Baron Strumpff, His Excellency Lootf-
Allee-Koolee-bismilllih-Moham ed-Rusheed-Allah, the Persian Ambassador,
Prince Futtee-Jaw, Envoy from the King of Oude, His Excellency Don Alonzo
.Di Cachachero-v-Fandango-y-Castanete, the Spanish Ambassador, Count


Ravioli, fr other fashionable, promised to honour the festival: and their names made a
famous show in the bills.
I leave you to fancy what a splendid triumph for th6 British Washerwoman's
Home was to come off on that day. A beautiful tent was erected, in which the
Ladies-Patronesses were to meet; it was hung round with specimens of the
skill of the washerwomen's orphans, ninety-six of whom were to be feasted in
the gardens, and waited on by the Ladies-Patronesses.
There was a fine cold collation, to which the friends of the Ladies-Patronesses
were admitted; after which, my ladies and their beaux went strolling through
the walks; Tagrag and the Count having each an arm of Jemmy; the Baron
giving an arm a-piece to Madame and Jemimarann. Whilst they were walking
whom should they light upon but poor Orlando Crump, my successor in the
perfumery and hair-cutting.
Orlando!" says Jemimarann, blushing as red as label, and holding out her
"Jemimar!" says he, holding out his, and turning as white as pomatum.
Sirs" says Jemmy, as stately as a Duchess.
What! madame," says poor Crump, don't you remember your shopboy ?"
Dearest mamma, don't you recollect Orlando ?" whimpers Jemimarann.
"Miss Tuggeridge Coxe," says Jemmy, "l'm surprised of you. Remember,
sir, that our position is altered, and oblige me by no more familiarity."
"Insolent fellow!" says the Baron; "vat is dis canaille ?"
Canal yourself, Mounseer," says Orlando, now grown quite furious; he broke
away, quite indignant, and was soon lost in the crowd. Jemimarann, as soon
as he was gone, began to look very pale and ill; and her maimma, therefore, took
her to a tent, where she left her along with Madame Flioflac and the Baron;
going off herself with the other gentlemen, in order to join us.
It appears they had not been seated very long when Madame Flicflac sud-
denly sprung up, with an exclamation of joy, and rushed forward to a friend
whom she saw pass.
The Baron was left alone with Jemimarann; and, whether it was the cham-
pagne, or that my dear girl looked more than commonly pretty, I don't know;
but Madame Flicflac had not been gone a minute when the Baron dropped on
his knees, and made her a regular declaration.
Poor Orlando Crump bad found me out by this time, and was standing by my
side, listening, as melancholy as possible, to the famous Bohemian Minne-
singers, who were singing the celebrated words of the poet Gothy:
Ich bui ya hupp lily lee, du bist ya hupp lily lee,
Wir sind doch hupp lily lee, hupp la lily lee.
Chorus.-Yodle-odle-odle-odle-odle-odle hupp! yodle-odle-aw-o-o-o.
They were standing with their hands in their waistcoats, as usual, and had
just come to the o-o-o, at the end of the chorus of the forty-seventh stanza,
when Orldndo started: "That's a scream!" says he. "Indeed it is," says I;
"and, but for the fashion of the thing, a very ugly scream too:" when I heard
another shrill O!" as I thought; and Orlando bolted off, crying, By heavens,
it's her voice!" "Whose voice?" says I. "Come and see the row," says Tag;
and off we went, with a considerable number of people, who saw this strange
move on his part. We came to the tent, and there we found my poor Jemimar-
ann fainting; her mamma holding a smelling-bottle; the Baron, on the ground,
holding a handkerchief to his bleeding nose; and Orlando squaring at him, and
calling on him to fight if he dared.
MyJemmy looked at Crump very fierce. "Take that feller away," says she,
"he has insulted a French nobleman, and deserves transportation, at the least."
Poor Orlando was carried off. "I've no patience with the little minx," says
Jemmy, giving Jemimarann a pinch. "She might be a Baron's lady; and she
screams out because his Excellency did but squeeze her hand."
Oh, mamma! mamma!" sobs poor Jemimarann, "but he was t-t-tipsy."
T-t-tipsy! and the more shame for you, you hussy, to be offended with a
nobleman who does not know what he is doing."


A UGCUST-A Tourna~ment.

1840.] AUGUST.


THE rain of terror's come-the horse to go
At a smart pace has made himself to smart; Cloclbeforethe Sun.
'Tis bad enough to bear the shafts of woe,
But who would bear the shafts of such a cart
What a nice party-twelve inside-to drag,
Each fat and full, and heavy as a dunce,
And all,'besides the man wot drives the nag,
Holding the rains together-all at once Too soon for dinner.
The horse is urged-most tired and half dead;
"Come up," they cry-when shall we get to town? Between
Fierce pours the shower-their pores are stopped instead,
The more they cry come up-the rain comes down! Month and
Now, you may see, by every sorry face, Monarch
The water party wails its wretched doom,I
And in that cart-that wends with lingering pace, this difference
Altho' there's little room, there's lots of rheum !
is just;
17. Metropolitan Police Bill passed.
The bill has passed, the sharpest bill of latter days, S 2 1 'y
Gin shops must close by twelve o'clock o' Saturdays;
And lively landlords now, whatever their merits,
After that time must not keep up their spirits, the Month it is
Nor suffer the most fascinating fox
Of all their customers to turn their cocks! August,
the Monarch
29. Eglintoun Tournament.
Oh! that Ayr tournament in that ere shire; August.
With lots of gentlemen in male attire,
And many a Don, and many a Skvire !
Took several days and lots of knights to mount;
And a great many pages to recount
Its deeds of glory-Chivalry their fount!
Though lances shivered (and no wonder, for
'Twas cold and rainy) no sword flesh'd its hilt;
And we'd pass all unnoticed : but, 0 lor !
We draw our own existence from a Tilt! Running a-muc;.

2 34 THE COMIC ALMANAC. [1840.

I SAY, Tug," said Mac Turk, one day, soon after our flare-up at Beulah,
"Kilblazes comes of age in October, and then we'll cut you out, as I told you:
the old barberess will die of spite when she hears what we are going to do.
What do you think ? we're going to have a tournament!" What's a tourna-
ment ?" says Tug, and so said his mamma, when she heard the news ; and when
she knew what a tournament was, I think, really, she was as angry as Mac
Turk said she would be, and gave us no peace for days together. What!"
says she, dress up in armour, like play-actors, and run at each other with
spears? the Kilblazes must be mad And so I thought, but I didn't think the
Tuggeridges would be mad too, as they were; for, when Jemmy heard that the
Kilblazes festival was to be, as yet, a profound secret, what does she do but
send down to the Morning Post a flaming account of
"The days of chivalry are not past. The fair Castellane of T-gg-r-dgeville,
whose splendid entertainments have so often been alluded to in this paper, has
determined to give one which shall exceed in splendour even the magnificence
of the middle ages. We are not at liberty to say more; but a tournament, at
which His Ex-l-ncy B-r-n de P-nt-r, and Thomas T-gr-g, Esq., eldest son of
Sir Th--s T-gr-g, are to be the knights-defendants against all comers; a Queen
of Beauty, of whose loveliness every frequenter of fashion has felt the power;
a banquet, unexampled in the annals of Gunter; and a ball, in which the recol-
lections of ancient chivalry will blend sweetly with the soft tones of Weippert
and Collinet, are among the entertainments which the Ladye of T-gg-ridgeville
has prepared for her distinguished guests."
And now-C that I had twenty pages, instead of these miserable two, to
describe the wonders of the day!-Twenty-four knights came from Ashley's,
at two guineas a-head. We were in hopes to have had Miss Woolcombe, in the
character of Joan of Arc, but that lady did not appear. We had a tent for the
challengers, at each side of which hung what they called escoachfngs (like
hatchments, which they put up when people die), and underneath sat their pages,
holding their helmets for the tournament. Tagrag was in brass armour (my
city connexions got him that famous suit); his Excellency in polished steel.
My wife wore a coronet, modelled exactly after that of Queen Catharine, in
Henry V.; a tight gilt jacket, which set off dear Jemmy's figure wonderfully,
and a train of at least forty feet. Dear Jemimarann was in white, her hair braided
with pearls. Madame de Flicflac appeared as Queen Elizabeth; and Lady
Blanche Bluenose as a Turkish princess. An alderman of London, and his
lady; two magistrates of the county, and the very pink of Croydon; several
Polish noblemen; two Italian Counts (besides our Count); one hundred and ten
young officers, from Addiscombe College, in full uniform, commandedby Major-
General Sir Miles Mulligatawney, K.C.B., and his lady; the Misses Pimminy's
Finishing Establishment, and fourteen young ladies, all in white; the Reverend
Doctor Wapshot, and forty-nine young gentlemen, of the first families, under
his charge; were some only of the company. I leave you to fancy that, if my
Jemmy did seek for fashion, she had enough of it on this occasion. They
wanted me to have mounted again, but my hunting day had been sufficient;
besides, I ain't big enough for a real knight: so, as Mrs. Coxe insisted on my
opening the Tournament-and I knew it was in vain to resist-the Baron and
Tagrag had undertaken to arrange so that I might come off with safety, if I
came off at all. They had procured, from the Strand Theatre, a famous stud of
hobby-horses, which they told me had been trained for the use of the great Lord
Bateman. I did not know exactly what they were till they arrived; but as they
had belonged to a Lord, I thought it was all right, and consented; and I found
it the best sort of riding, after all, to appear to be on horseback and walk safely
a-foot at the same time, and it was impossible to come down as long as I kept
on my own legs; besides, I could cuff and pull my steed about as much as I
liked, without fear of his biting or kicking in return. As Lord of the Tourna-
ment, they placed in my hands a lance, ornamented spirally, in blueand gold. I


thought of the pole over my old shop-door, and almost wished myself there again,
as I capered up to the battle in my helmet and breastplate, with all the trum-
pets blowing and drums beating at the time. Captain Tagrag was my opponent,
and preciously we poked each other, till prancing about, I put my foot on my
horse's petticoat behind, and down I came, getting a thrust from the Captain, at
the same time, that almost broke my shoulder-bone. "This was sufficient,"
they said, "for the laws of chivalry;" and I was glad to get off so.
After that, the gentlemen riders, of whom there were no less than seven, in
complete armour, and the professionals, now ran at the ring; and the Baron
was far, far the most skilful.
How sweetly the dear Baron rides," said my wife, who was always ogling
at him, smirking, smiling, and waving her handkerchief to him. "I say,
Sam," says a professional to one of his friends, as, after their course, they came
cantering up, and ranged under Jemmy's bower, as she called it;-" I say, Sam,
I'm blowed if that chap in harmer musn't have been one of hus." And this
only made Jemmy the more pleased; for the fact is, the Baron had chosen the
best way of winning Jemimarann by courting her mother.
The Baron was declared conqueror at the ring; and Jemmy awarded him
the prize, a wreath of white roses, which she placed on his lance; he receiving
it gracefully, and bowing, until the plumes of his helmet mingled with the
mane of his charger, which backed to the other end of the lists, and then, gal-
loping back to the place where Jemimarann was seated, he begged her to place
it on his helmet: the poor girl blushed very much, and did so. As all the
people were applauding, Tagrag rushed up, and, laying his hand on the Baron's
shoulder, whispered something in his ear, which made the other very angry, I
suppose, for he shook him off violently. "Chacun pour soi," says he, "Mon-
sieur de Taguerague;" which means, I am told, "every man for himself."
After this came the "Passage of Arms." Tagrag and the Baron run courses
against the other champions; ay, and unhorsed two a-piece; whereupon the
other three refused to turn out; and preciously we laughed at them, to be sure!
"Now, it's our turn, Mr. Chicot," says Tagrag, shaking his fist at the Baron:
"look to yourself, you infernal mountebank, for, by Jupiter! I'll do my best;"
and before Jemmy and the rest of us, who were quite bewildered, could say a
word, these two friends were charging away, spears in hand, ready to kill each
other. In vain Jemmy screamed; in vain I threw down my truncheon: they
had broken two poles before I could say "Jack Robinson," and were driving at
each other with the two new ones. The Baron had the worst of the first
course, for he had almost been carried out of his saddle. Hark you, Ohicot "
screamed out Tagrag, "next time look to your head;" and, next time, sure
enough, each aimed at the head of the other.
Tagrag's spear hit the right place; for it carried off the Baron's helmet,
plume, rose-wreath and all; but his Excellency hit truer still-his lance took
Tagrag on the neck, and sent him to the ground like a stone.
He's won! he's won !" says Jemmy, waving her handkerchief; Jemimarann
fainted, Lady Blanche screamed, and I felt so sick that I thought I should drop.
All the company were in an uproar; only the Baron looked calm, and bowed
very gracefully, and kissed his hand to Jemmy; when, all of a sudden, a
Jewish-looking man, springing over the barrier, and followed by three more,
rushed towards the Baron. "Keep the gate, Bob!" he holloas out. "Baron,
I arrest you, at the suit of Samuel Levison, for-"
But he never said for what; shouting out, "Aha!" and "Sapprrrristie!" and
I don't know what, his Excellency drew his sword, dug his spurs into his
horse, and was over the poor bailiff and off before another word: he had
threatened to run through one of the bailiff's followers, Mr. Stubbs, only that
gentleman made way for him; and when we took up the bailiff, and brought
him round by the aid of a little brandy-and-water, he told us all. I had a
writ against him, Mishter Coxsh, but I didn't vant to shpoil sport; and, be-
shidesh, I didn't know him until dey knocked off his steel cap!"
Here was a pretty business!



I'LL have an excursion, a bit of desertion, September diversion, and where
shall I go ? If pleasure you mean, sir, at Windsor's the Queen, sir, I'd have
you go in, sir, and see all the show.-At once, gay of heart, then for Windsor
I start, and at Paddington see me in train to depart; and as steam's all the
go, as you very well know, if we go slow to Windsor, we'll go quick to Slough.
-The engine's a great 'un (at desperate rate on, 'twill speed us nor heed us,
while we laugh and scoff), all happy go merry, like gunpowder, werry, as
soon as it's fired the train will go off!-How rapid our pace is I swear all
the places, like horses at races, do seem to fly by! Oh how precious quick
now, and see if you're sick now, there's Ealing to cure you, so physic's my
eye See old Mr. Zitters, who dotes upon bitters, and, in the West Indies,
put wormwood in shrubs: behold him alight now, to get appetite now (still
bitters for ever!) at famed TWormwood Scrubs.-Here's Hanwell, where
Smilem now weeps in th' Asylum; through moonshine and credit his trade
cut its stick; woe followed his laughter, his wits they went after; a lunatic
victim to Luna and tick !--Well now we're at Slough, and no farther need
go, our raillery's over, the train has cried wo !"-But the bus," out and
in, stows away thick and thin; dirt and clean, fat and lean, there for Windsor
they pack; the sorry nags speed, very sorry indeed, with a whip at the flank
and a load at the back.-Now all in a bustle, we rush to the Castle, and here
comes the Queen ever smiling and gay, Hurrah and God save her! she
could not look braver; but those jockies in livery, pray who are they ?-
Oh keep back your sneers, and hold in your jeers, they're her Majesty's
ministers, princes, and peers. With their dingy blue jackets, and collars of
red, their old Windsor uniforms, looking so dead; they might well pass for
" Uniform Postmen" instead!-Now farewell and adieu to the Queen's re-
tinue : for onward we strode, in the Royal abode, where fine ancient paint-
ings, paraded to view, are shown by an ignorant thick-headed dunce, whose
brogue murders Masters and English at once.-" Look, here is, an' plase ye,
Paul-vcry-unaisy, and bad luck if there an't a rale Be-
Smembrant :" so if Dan did but follow the old fellow's tail,
he'd be quite pleased to hear him call Raphael "Bapale !"
-But it's going to rain, and although, to a man, we would
have the Queen's reign be as long as it can ; yet as soak-
-. :-- ing's no go," we must rush back to Slough, where pant-
Alie rav, o ing and gasping for breath we are dinn'd, sir-with
Her Mjesty. What is the matter ? you're quite out of Wind-sir."


SEPTEMBER- Over-boarded a.nd Unhder-loded .

WE had no great reason to brag of our tournament at Tuggeridgeville: but,
after all, it was better than the turn-out at Kilblazes, where poor Lord Hey-
downderry went about in a black velvet dressing-gown, and the Emperor Napo-
leon Bonypart appeared in a suit of armour, and silk stockings, like Mr. Pell's
friend, in "Pickwick;" we, having employed the gentlemen from Ashley's
Anti-theatre, had some decent sport for our money.
We never heard a word from the Baron, who had so distinguished himself by
his horsemanship, and had knocked down (and very justly) Mr. Nabb, the bailiff,
and Mr. Stubbs, his man, who came to lay hands upon him. My sweet Jemmy
seemed to be very low in spirits after his departure, and a sad thing it is to see
her in low spirits: on days of illness she no more minds giving Jemimarann a
box on the ear, or sending a plate of muffins across a table at poor me,.than she
does taking her tea.
Jemmy, I say, was very low in spirits; but, one day (I remember it was the
day after Captain Higgins called, and said he had seen the Baron at Boulogne),
she vowed that nothing but change of air would do her good, and declared that
she should die unless she went to the sea-side in France. I knew what this
meant, and that I might as well attempt to resist her, as to resist Her Gracious
Majesty in Parliament assembled; so I told the people to pack up the things,
and took four places on board the Grand Turk" steamer for Boulogne.
SThe travelling carriage, which, with Jemmy's thirty-seven boxes and my
carpet-bag, was pretty well loaded, was sent on board the night before; and
we, after breakfasting in Portland Place (little did I think it was the-but, poh!
never mind), went down to the Custom House in the other carriage, followed
by a hackney-coach and a cab, with the servants and fourteen band-boxes and
trunks more, which were to be wanted by my dear girl in the journey.
The road down Cheapside and Thames Street need not be described; we saw
the Monument, a memento of the wicked popish massacre of Saint Bartholo-
mew;-why erected here I can't think, as Saint Bartholomew's is in Smithfield,
-we had a glimpse of Billingsgate, and of the Mansion House, where we saw
the two-and-twenty shilling coal-smoke coming out of the chimneys, and were
landed at the Custom House in safety.
Fourteen porters came out, and each took a package with the greatest civility;
calling Jemmy her ladyship, and me your honour; ay, and your honoring and
my ladyshipping even my man and the maid in the cab.
I somehow felt all over quite melancholy at going away: Here, my fine
fellow," says I to the coachman, who was standing very respectful, holding his
hat in one hand and Jemmy's jewel-case in the other, "here, my fine chap," says
I, here's six shillings for you;" for I did not care for the money.
"Six what?" says he.
"Six shillings, fellow!" shrieks Jemmy; "and twice as much as your fare."
"Feller, marm!" says this insolent coachman; fellerr yourself, marm: do you
think I'm a-going to kill my horses, and break my precious back, and bust my
carriage, and carry you, and your kids, and your traps, for six hog?" And with
this the monster dropped his hat, with my money in it, and doubling his fist, put
it so very near my nose that I really thought he would have made it bleed. "My
fare's heighteen shillings," says he, haint it ?-hask hany of these gentlemen."
"Why, it ain't more than seventeen and six," says one of the fourteen por-
ters; "but, if the gen'l'man is a gen'l'man, he can't give no less than a suffering
any how."
I wanted to resist, and Jemmy screamed like a Turk: but, Holloa!" says
one; What's the row?" says another; Come, dubup !" roars a third: and I
don't mind telling you, in confidence, that I was so frightened that I took out
the sovereign and gave it. My man and Jemmy's maid had disappeared by this
time; they always do when there's a robbery or a row going on.
I was going after them. "Stop, Mr. Ferguson," pipes a young gentleman of
about thirteen, with a red livery waistcoat that reached to his ankles, and every
variety of button, pin, string, to keep it together: "Stop, Mr. Heff," says he,
taking a small pipe out of his mouth, "and don't forget the cabman."


"What's your fare, my lad ?" says I.
"Why, let's see-yes-ho!-my fare's seven-and-thirty and eightpence
The fourteen gentlemen, holding the luggage, here burst out and laughed very
rudely indeed; and the only person who seemed disappointed was, I thought,
the hackney-coachman. Why, you rascal!" says Jemmy, laying hold of the
boy, "do you want more than the coachman ?"
"Don't rascal me, marm!" shrieks the little chap in return. "What's the
coach to me? Vy, you may go in an omlibus for sixpence if you like; vy
don't you go and buss it, marm? Vy did you call my cab, marm ? Vyam I to
come forty mile, from Scarlot Street, Po'tl'nd Place, and not git my fare, marm ?"
This speech, which takes some time to write down, was made in about the
fifth part of a second; and, at the end of it, the young gentleman hurled down
his pipe, and, advancing towards Jemmy, doubled his fist, and seemed to chal-
lenge her to fight. My dearest girl now turned from red to be as pale as white
Windsor, and fell into my arms; what was I to do ? I called, "Policeman!" but
a policeman wont interfere in Thames Street; robbery is licensed there: what
was I to do? Oh! my heart beats when I think of what my Tug did!
As soon as this young cab chap put himself into a fighting attitude, Master
Tuggeridge Ooxe-who had been standing by, laughing very rudely, I thought-
Master Tuggeridge Coxe, I say, flung his jacket suddenly into his mamma's
face (the brass buttons made her start, and recovered her a little), and, before
we could say a word, was in the ring in which we stood (formed by the porters,
nine orangemen and women, I don't know how many newspaper boys, hotel
cads, and old clothesmen), and, whirling about two little white fists in the face
of the gentleman in the red waistcoat, who brought a great pair of black ones
up to bear on the enemy, was engaged in an instant.
But, law bless you! Tug hadn't been at Richmond School for nothing; and
milled away-one, two, right and left-like a little hero as he is, with all his
dear mother's spirit in him: first came a crack which sent his white hat spinning
over the gentleman's cab, and scattered among the crowd a vast number of things
which the cabman kept in it,-such as a ball of string, a piece of candle, a
comb, a whip-lash, a little warbler, a slice of bacon, &c. &c.
The cabman seemed sadly ashamed of this display, but Tug gave him no
time: another blow was planted on his cheek-bone; and a third, which hit him
straight on the nose, sent this rude cabman straight down to the ground.
"Brayvo, my lord!" shouted all the people around.
I won't have no more, thank yer,'" said the little cabman, gathering himself
up; "give us over my fare, vil yer, and let me git away ?"
"What's your fare now, you cowardly little thief ?'' says Tug.
"Vy, then, two-and-eightpence," says he, go along,-you know it is:" and
two-and-eightpence he had; and everybody applauded Tug, and hissed the
cab-boy, and asked Tug for something to drink.
I now thought our troubles would soon be over; mine were very nearly so
in one sense at least; for after Mrs. Coxe, and Jemimarann, and.Tug, and the
maid, and valet, and valuables had been handed across, it came to my turn. I
had often heard of people being taken up by a plank, but seldom of their being
set down by one. Just as I was going over, the vessel rode off a little, the
board slipped, and down I soused into the water. You might have heard Mrs.
Coxe's shriek as far as Gravesend; it rung in my ears as I went down, all
grieved at the thought of leaving her a disconsolate widder. Well, up I came
again, and caught the brim of my beaver hat-though I have heard that
drowning men catch at straws:-I floated, and hoped to escape by hook or
by crook; and, luckily, just then I felt myself suddenly jerked by the waist-
band of my whites, and found myself hauled up in air at the end of a boat-
hook, to the sound of "yeho! yeho! yehoi yehoi!" and so I was dragged aboard.
I was put to bed, and had swallowed so much water that it took a very con-
siderable quantity of brandy to bring it to a proper mixture in my inside; in
fact, for some hours I was in a very deplorable state.

OCTOBER Notice to quit.




1840.] OCTOBER. 239


1. Medical Schools open.
THRow Physic to the dogs! A pipe-cheroot-
Pilot-and life-preserver--voila tout!
A little lecture now and then to boot-
A school or hospital to bustle thro'-
A few hard terms-on easy terms-to keep,
Then brown stout-bagatelle-half-slew'd and sleep:
The Hall's not passed! but very oft passed by;
Hospital visits Students fain ward off;
With patients they're impatient-and the eye
Glances from book to beer-anon they scoff
At subjects-Somervile-and sick-inspection,
Cut up the section-and abjure dissection!
A blessed School of Physic-half-and-half!
The Lushington of each young Doctors' Commons;
Medical Students-sons of gin and chaff-
Going to pot-for heavy-" regular rum 'uns"-
Porter or spirits sitting down to swill,
And every smoking Jack bless'd with his gill.

22. Lord Brougham reported dead.
The Brougham or Meadow Brown Butterfly, is seen in
October, fies low, and wanders about all parts of England and
Scotland. Between its wings it carries a remarkable profile
of Lord Brougham. The Caterpillar is chequered in green
and black squares, resembling those on plaid trousers."-
Juvenile Natural History.
I'd be a butterfly, spreading my pinions,
All through the future, and far after fame;
I'd die by chance to astound the press minions;
I'd see when dead what they'd do with my name.
I'd have a carriage, and when it had spill'd me,
Wheel 0, and Shafto, and Leader, and all,
If a hoax were got up to announce it had kill'd me,
Just when my death all the land would appal,
I'd be a butterfly !
I'd be a butterfly !
I'd come to life again safe after all!

This month, tho'
not muggy,
Improves by the mug;
And people caught
Repair to brown jug.

Jack ad gill.

Heartless Hoax.



WELL, we arrived at Boulogne; and Jemmy, after making inquiries, right and
left, about the Baron, found that no such person was known there; and being
bent, I suppose, at all events, on marrying her daughter to a lord, she determined
to set off for Paris, where, as he had often said, he possessed a magnificent ,
hotel he called it; and I remember Jemmy being mightilyindignant at the idea;
but hotel, we found afterwards, means only a house in French, and this reconciled
her. Need I describe the road from Boulogne to Paris ? or, need I describe that
Capitol itself? Suffice it to say that we made our appearance there, at Murisse's
Hotel, as became the family of Coxe Tuggeridge; and saw everything worth
seeing in the metropolis in a week. It nearly killed me, to be sure; but, when
you're on a pleasure party in a foreign country you must not mind a little in-
convenience of this sort.
Well: there is, near the city of Paris, a splendid road and row of trees, which,
I don't know why, is called the Shandeleezy, or Elysian Fields, in French: others,
I have heard, call it the Shandeleery; but mine I know to be the correct pronun-
ciation. In the middle of this Shandeleezy is an open space of ground, and a
tent, where, during the summer, Mr. Franconi, the French Ashley, performs with
his horses and things. As everybody went there, and we were told it was quite
the thing, Jemmy agreed that we should go too; and go we did. It's just like
Ashley's: there's a man just like Mr. Piddicombe, who goes round the ring in a
huzzah-dress, cracking a whip; there are a dozen Miss Woolfords, who appear
like Polish Princesses, Dihannas, Sultannas, Cachuchas, and heaven knows what !
There's the fat man, who comes in with the twenty-three dresses on, and turns
out to be the living skeleton There's the clowns, the sawdust, the white horse
that dances a hornpipe, the candles stuck in hoops, just as in our own dear country.
My dear wife, in her very finest clothes, with all the world looking at her, was
really enjoying this spectacle (which doesn't require any knowledge of the lan-
guage, seeing that the dumb animals don't talk it), when there came in, presently,
"the great Polish act of the Sarmatian horse-tamer," on eight steeds, which we
were all of us longing to see. The horse-tamer, to music twenty miles an hour,
rushed in on four of his horses, leading the other four, and skurried round the
ring. You couldn't see him for the sawdust, but everybody was delighted, and ap-
plauded like mad. Presently you saw there were only three horses in front; he had
slipped one more between his legs, another followed, and it was clear that the con-
sequences would be fatal, if he admitted any more. The people applauded more
than ever; and when, at last, seven and eight were made to go in, not wholly, but
sliding dexterously in and out, with the others, so that you did not know which
was which, the house, I thought, would come down with applause; and the Sar-
matian horse-tamer bowed his great feathers to the ground. At last the music
grew slower, and he cantered leisurely round the ring; bending, smirking, see-
sawing, waving his whip, and laying his hand on his heart, just as we have seen
the Ashley's people do.
But fancy our astonishment, when, suddenly, this Sarmatian horse-tamer,
coming round with his four pair at a canter, and being opposite our box, gave
a start, and a-hupp which made all of his horses stop stock-still at an instant!
Albert !" screamed my dear Jemmy: "Albert! Bahbahbah-baron!"
The Sarmatian looked at her for a minute; and turning head over heels three
times, bolted suddenly off his horses, and away out of our sight.
Jemmy went off in a fit, as usual, and we never saw the Baron again; but we
heard afterwards that Punter was an apprentice of Franconi's, and had run away
to England, thinking to better himself, and had joined Mr. Richardson's army;
but Mr. Richardson, and then London, did not agree with him; and we saw the
last of him as he sprung over the barriers at the Tuggeridgeville tournament.
Well, Jemimarann," says Jemmy, in a fury, "you shall marry Tagrag; and
if I can't have a baroness for a daughter, at least you shall be a baronet's lady!"
Poor Jemimarann only sighed; she knew it was of no use to remonstrate.

1840.] NOTICE TO QUIT. 241

Paris grew dull to us after this; and we were more eager than ever to go back
to London; for what should we hear, but that that monster, Tuggeridge, of the
city-old Tug's black son, forsooth!-was going to contest Jemmy's claim to the
property, and had filed I don't know how many bills against us in Chancery!
Hearing this, we set off immediately, and we arrived at Boulogne, and set off in
that very same Grand Turk which had brought us to France.
If you look in the bills, you will see. that the steamers leave London on Satur-
day morning, and Boulogne on Saturday night; so that there is often not an hour
between the time of arrival and departure. Bless us bless us! I pity the poor
Captain that, for twenty-four hours at a time, is on a paddle-box, roaring out,
"Ease her! Stop her !" and the poor servants, who are laying out breakfast,
lunch, dinner, tea, supper;-breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea, supper again;-for
layers upon layers of travellers, as it were; and, most of all, I pity that unhappy
steward, with those unfortunate tin basins that he must always keep an eye over.
Little did we know what a storm was brooding in our absence, and little were
we prepared for the awful, awful fate that hung over our Tuggeridgeville property.
Biggs, of the great house of Higgs, Biggs, and Blatherwick, was our man of
business: whenI arrived in London Iheard that he had just set off to Paris after
me. So we started down to Tuggeridgeville instead of going to Portland Place.
As we came through the lodge-gates we found a crowd assembled within them;
and there was that horrid Tuggeridge on horseback, with a shabby-looking man,
called Mr. Scapgoat, and his man of business, and many more. Mr. Scapgoat,"
says Tuggeridge, grinning, and handing him over a sealed paper, "here s the
lease; I leave you in possession, and wish you good morning."
"In possession of what ?" says the rightful lady of Tuggeridgeville, leaning
out of the carriage-window. She hated black Tuggeridge, as she called him, like
poison: the very first week of our coming to Portland Place, when he called to
ask restitution of some plate which he said was his private property, she called him
a base-born blackamoor, and told him to quit the house. Since then there had
been law-squabbles between us without end, and all sorts of writings, meetings,
and arbitrations.
"Possession of my estate of Tuggeridgeville, madam," roars he, "left me by my
father's will, which you have had notice of these three weeks, and know as well as
I do."
Old Tug left no will," shrieked Jemmy; "he didn't die to leave his estates
to blackamoors-to negroes-to base-born mulatto story-tellers; if he did, may
I be--"
Oh hush! dearest mamma," says Jemimarann. Go it again, mother!" says
Tug, who is always sniggering.
"What is this business, Mr. Tuggeridge ?" cried Tagrag (who was the only one
of our party that had his senses) ; what is this will ?"
Oh, it's merely a matter of form," said the lawyer, riding up. For Heaven's
sake, madam, be peaceable; let my friends, Higgs, Biggs, and Blatherwick,
arrange with me. I am surprised that none of their people are here. All that
you have to do is to eject us; and the rest will follow, of course."
"Who has taken possession of this here property ?" roars Jemmy, again.
My friend, Mr. Scapgoat," said the lawyer. Mr. Scapgoat grinned.
Mr. Scapgoat," said my wife, shaking her fist at him (for she is a woman of
no small spirit), "if you don't leave this ground, I'll have you pushed out with
pitchforks, I will, you and your beggarly blackamoor, yonder." And, suiting the
action to the word, she clapped a stable-fork into the Hands of one of the gar-
deners, and called another, armed with a rake, to his help, while young Tug set
the dog at their heels, and I hurrahed for joy to see such villainy so properly
"That's sufficient, ain't it ?" said Mr. Scapgoat, with the calmest air in the
world. "Oh, completely," said the lawyer. Mr. Tuggeridge, we've ten miles
to dinner. Madam, your very humble servant." And the whole posse of them
rode away.

THE HEIGHT OF SPECULATION-Groundless Expectatibns.

NOVEMBER. [1840.


SMOKE rules the roast! November, foggy, drear;
Oh when from darkness will its days desist ?
Month of suspicion, that leaves all to clear,
For though nought's stolen, everything is mist!
It is a bully month, whose vapouring flies
Wherever man is found, or woman walks;
An equal favourer of dis-guise and Guys,
Assassin patron both of knives and saukes!
Densely impervious is its dark-winged air,
Driver of soot from roofs and chimney stacks,
London its fort-it is accounted there
The Great Emancipator of the blacks!
Smoke is its sister, and assister too;
Protean creature, taking every form,-
Now gently rising from an Irish stew,
Now rushing from a steamer in a storm
Smoke; lo! it curleth from the Meersham fine,
Say it dissolves-so is mere sham to boot-
Clearly as-cended from the female line,
At all events, it comes from a she root!
Now it runs up a pipe, with odorous charms,
Bringing effluvia from the flue: who dips
In heraldry, will see its coat of arms
Should bear the barber's motto of Eclipse."
Smoke will have sway; a very dingy yoke
It keeps us under, and 'tis time we broke it;
Alas! we can't, and e'en our very joke,
Reader, we find is nothing till you smoke it.
Smoke and November, then, go hand in hand,
Till time dismiss them thro' his "chaos" gates;
Time is a man of taste, he clears the land,
And just like smoke itself-he vapour hates!
5. William the Third landed.
Oranges come in.
All Orange lodges are by law forbad!
How so!-When into Bartolph Lane one dodges,
And finds, in plain defiance, man and lad,
Christian and Jew, all keeping Orange lodges ?
11. St. Martin. (Patron of Betty.)

rule reversed
by legal

He clips.

Bags do not
the fox,
but foxes,

Orange Lodge.



NO V E M BE R Law-life Assurance.

WE knew not what this meant, until we received a strange document from
Higgs, in London; which begun, Middlesex to wi.t. Samuel Cox, late of Port-
land Place, in the city of Westminster, in the said County, was attached to
answer Samuel Scapgoat, of a plea, wherefore, with force and arms he entered
into one message, with the appurtenances, which John Tuggeridge, Esq., de-
mised to the said Samuel Scapgoat, for a term which is not yet expired, and
ejected him." And it went on to say, that we, with force of arms, viz., with
swords, knives, and staves, had ejected him." Was there ever such a monstrous
falsehood? when we did but stand in defence of our own; and isn't it a sin, that
we should have been turned out of our rightful possessions upon such a rascally
Higgs, Biggs, and Blatherwick had evidently been bribed; for, would you
believe it ? they told us to give uppossession at once, as a will was found, and we
could not defend the action. My Jemmy refused their proposal with scorn, and
laughed at the notion of the will: she pronounced it to be a forgery, a vile blacka-
moor forgery; and believes to this day that the story of its having been made
thirty years ago in Calcutta, and left there with old Tug's papers, and found
there, and brought to England, after a search made by order of Tuggeridge,
junior, is a scandalous falsehood.
Well, the cause was tried. Why need I say anything concerning it ? What
shall I say of the Lord Chief Justice but that he ought to be ashamed of the wig
he sits in? What of Mr. and Mr. ,who exerted their influence against
justice and the poor ? On our side, too, was no less a man than Mr. Serjeant
Binks, who, ashamed I am, for the honour of the British bar, to say it, seemed
to have been bribed too; for he actually threw up his case Had he behaved
like Mr. Mulligan, his junior-and to whom, in this humble way, I offer my
thanks-all might have been well. I never knew such an effect produced, as
when Mr. Mulhgan, appearing for the first time in that court, said, "Standing
here, upon the pidestal of secred Thamis, seeing around me the arnymints of a
profession I rispict; having before 'me a vinnerable Judge, and an elightened
Jury-the country's glory, the nation's cheap defender, the poor man's priceless
palladium-how must I thrimble, my Lard, how must the blush bejew my cheek
-(somebody cried out' O checkss' In the court there was a dreadful roar of
laughing; and when order was established, Mr. Mulligan continued)-my Lard,
I heed them not; I come from a country accustomed to oppression, and as that
counthry-yes, my Lard, that Ireland (do not laugh, I am proud of it)-is ever,
in spite of her tyrants, green, and lovely, and beautiful; my client's cause, like-
wise, will rise superior to the malignant imbecility-I repeat, the MALIGNANT
IMBECICITY of those who would thrample it down; and in whose teeth, in my
client's name, in my country's, aye, and my own, I, with folded arrums, hurl a
scarnful and eternal defiance !" -
* "For Heaven's sake, Mr. Milligan"-"MnULLIe x ME LaRD," cried my
defender-" Well, Mulligan, then; be calm, and keep to your brief."
Mr. Mulligan did; and, for three hours and a quarter, in a speech crammed
with Latin quotations, and unsurpassed for eloquence, he explained the situation
of me and my family; the romantic manner in which Tuggeridge, the elder,
gained his fortune, and by which it afterwards came to my wife; the state of
Ireland; the original and virtuous poverty of the Coes-from which he glanced
passionately, for a few minutes (until the Judge stopped him), to the poverty of
his own country; my excellence as a husband, father, landlord; my wife's, as a
wife, mother, landlady. All was in vain-the trial went against us.
I was soon taken in execution for the damages; five hundred pounds of law
expenses of my own, and as much more of Tuggeridge's. He would not pay a
farthing, he said, to get me out of a much worse place than the Fleet.
I need not tell you that along with the land went the house in town and the
loney in the funds. Tuggeridge, he who had thousands before, had it all.
And when I was in prison who do you think would come and see me ? None


of the Barons, nor Counts, nor Foreign Ambassadors, nor Excellencies, who used
to fill our house, and eat and drink at our expense,-not even the ungrateful
I could not help now saying to my dear wife, See, my love, we have been
gentlefolks for exactly a year, and a pretty life we have had of it. In the first
place, my darling, we gave grand dinners, and everybody laughed at us."
Yes, and recollect how ill they made you," cries my daughter.
"Then you must make a country gentleman of me."
"And send pa into dunghills," roared Tug.
"Then you must go to operas, and pick up foreign Barons and Counts."
"O, thank heaven! dearest papa, that we are rid of them," cries my little
Jemimarann, looking almost happy, and kissing her old pappy.
"And you must make a fine gentleman of Tug, and send him to a fine school."
"And I give you my word," says Tug, "I'm as ignorant a chap as ever lived."
"You're an insolent saucebox," says Jemmy; you've learned that at your fine
"I've learned something else, too, ma'am; ask the boys if I haven't," grumbles
You hawk your daughter about, and just escape marrying her to a swindler."
And drive off poor Orlando," whimpered my girl. "Silence, Miss," says
Jemmy, fiercely.
"You insult the man whose father's property you inherited, and bring me
into this prison, without hope of leaving it; for he never can help us after all your
bad language." I said all this very smartly; for the fact is, my blood was up at
the time, and I determined to rate my dear girl soundly.
"Oh! Sammy," said she, sobbing (for the poor thing's spirit was quite broken),
"it's all true; I've been very, very foolish and vain, and I've punished my dear hus-
band and children bymy follies, and I do so, so repent them!" Here, Jemimarann
at once burst out crying, and flung herself into her mamma's arms, and the pair
roared and sobbed for ten minutes together; even Tug looked queer: and as for
me, it's a most extraordinary thing, but I'm blest if seeing them so miserable
didn't make me quite happy. I don't think for the whole twelve months of our
good fortune I had ever felt so gay as in that dismal room in the Fleet where I
was locked up.
Poor Orlando Crump came to see us every day; and we, who had never taken
the slightest notice of him, in Portland Place, and treated him so cruelly that day,
at Beulah Spa, were only too glad of his company now. He used to bring books
for my girl, and a bottle of sherry for me; and he used to take home Jemmy's
fronts, and dress them for her; and when locking-up time came, he used to see
the ladies home to their little three-pair bed-room, in Holborn, where they slept
now, Tug and all. Can the bird forget its nest ?" Orlando used to say (he was
a romantic young fellow, that's the truth, and blew the flute, and read Lord
Byron, incessantly, since he was separated from Jemimarann); "Can the bird,
let loose in eastern climes, forget its home ? Can the rose cease to remember its
beloved bulbul ?-Ah! no. Mr. Cox, you made me what I am, and what I hope
to die-a hairdresser. I never see a curling-irons before I entered your shop, or
knew Naples from brown Windsor. Did you not make over your house, your
furniture, your emporium of perfumery, and nine-and-twenty shaving customers,
to me ? Are these trifles ? Is Jemimarann a trifle ? ifshe will allow me to call
her so. .0, Jemimarann! your pa found me in the workhouse, and made me
what I am. Conduct me to my grave, and I never, never shall be different !" When
he had said this, Orlando was so much affected, that he rushed suddenly on his
hat, and quitted the room.
Then Jemimarann began to cry too. O, pa!" said she, "isn't he, isn't he a
nice young man ?"
I'm hanged if he ain't," says Tug. What do you think of his giving me
eighteenpence yesterday, and a bottle of lavender water for Mimarann ?"
"He might as well offer to give you back the shop, at any rate," says Jemmy.
"What! to pay Tuggeridge's damages ? My dear, I'd sooner die than give
Tuggeridge the chance."

DECEM B E R Christmas Bustle. "

1840.] DECEMBER.


DECEMBEi should be a cheerful month, weather or no. It
should be a warm one too, though never so cold. People blow
their fires and use their bellows within, while the wind bellows
without. Lawyers are glad over Coke. Men take measures
to secure the comfort of their bodies, and preserve the coats of
their stomachs. Though the Legislature does not sit, the
middle classes rejoice in the carrying of many of their bills.
Pastrycooks begin to mince matters; and eyes" are turned Grate Wind.
towards "pies." Politicians affect sincerity; and Peel, tout
sweet, becomes candid. Gross acts of plum-puddingizing are
effected by means of a grocer; and Plum-tree-street is then
the sweetest locality in St. Giles's. The Irish daily find fresh
raisins for flocking there. With the sale of plums money
gets current; but the sovereign is just now more valued than
ever, and, at the great theatres, Stirling is all the go. The
markets grow lively, and Smithfield puts forth its show. Pigs
have lots of stuffing, and get so heavy that it is quite common Men and Measures
to ask for a pig of lead. About oxen and sheep there is a
decided ignisfat-you-us. Beasts visit beasts, and human fat
cattle-to survey the quadrupedal-walk in, plump. Butchers
display fine traits. Boxing day arrives, and with it the
knocks of tradesmen, but they only make a hit when they are
paid. People are obliged to wait for their own aox till night.
Merry drinks and games then stir not the fire, but the fire-
side. The younger branches of families are indulged in wine
that is elder, universal supperage supplies the place of uni-
versal suffrage; and the only ballot is for the bean in the
cake. Christmas is as brave a fellow on land as ever Admiral xi Da
Winter was at sea, and should be toasted accordingly. He
lights our fires, and leaves few without fuel:-he tows up our
colliers to warm our toes; and, though he is too kind to sink
the barges, he always scuttles the coals I He is no revolu-
tionist, for, whilst warming the little, he has a respect for the
grate. "He is," says the Frenchman, "our defender, by de
fender; and if he do seem cold, it is only because he is neither
a bore nor a muff." "'S

15. Mrs. Trimmer d. 1810. AMuff-in-en.
A Muff-in-Bello.

Hurrah! for jolly Christmas, boys! his days are coming fast;
When rod is nought but rod'montade, and birch becomes bombast.





TUGGERIDGE vowed that I should finish my days there, when he putme in
prison. It appears that we both had reason to be ashamed of ourselves, and
were, thank God! I learned to be sorry for my bad feelings towards him, and
he actually wrote to me, to say,-
"Sir,-I think you have suffered enough for faults which, I believe, do not lie
with you, so much as your wife; and I have withdrawn my claims which I had
against you while you were in wrongful possession of my father's estates. You
must remember that when, on examination of my father's papers, no will was
found, I yielded up his property, with perfect willingness, to those who I fancied
were his legitimate heirs. For this I received all sorts of insults from your wife
and yourself (who acquiesced in them); and when the discovery of a will in
India proved my just claims you must remember how they were met, and the
vexatious proceedings with which you sought to oppose them.
"I have discharged your lawyer's bill; and, as I believe you are more fitted
for the trade you formerly exercised than for any other, I will give five hundred,
pounds for the purchase of a stock and shop when you shall find one to suit you.
I enclose a draft for twenty pounds, to meet your present expenses. You
have, I am told, a son, a boy of some spirit; if he likes to try his fortune abroad,
and go on board an Indiaman, I can get him an appointment; and am, Sir,
your obedient servant, JOHN TUGGERIDpE."
It was Mrs. Breadbasket, the housekeeper, who brought this letter, and looked
mighty contemptuous as she gave it.
I hope, Breadbasket, that your master will send me my things, at any rate,"
cries Jemmy. "There's seventeen silk and satin dresses, and a whole heap of
trinkets, that can be of no earthly use to him."
"Don't Breadbasket me, mem, if you please, mem. My master says that
them things is quite obnoxious to your spere of life. Breadbasket, indeed!" and
so she sailed out.
Jemmy hadn't a word; she had grown mighty quiet since we had been in
misfortune: but my daughter looked as happy as a queen; and Tug, when he
heard of the ship, gave a jump that nearly knocked down poor Orlando. Ah,
I suppose you'll forget me now," says he, with a sigh; and seemed the only
unhappy person in company.
Why, you conceive, Mr. Crump," says my wife, with a great deal of dignity,
"that, connected as we are, a young man born in a work- "
"Woman!" cried I (for once in my life determined to have my own way),
"hold your foolish tongue. Your absurd pride has been the ruin of us, hitherto;
and, from this day, I'll have no more of it. Hark ye, Orlando, if you will take
Jemimarann, you may have her; and if you'll take five hundred pounds for a
half share of the shop, they're yours; and that's for you, Mrs. Coxe."
And here we are, back again. And I write this from the old back shop, where
we are all waiting to see the new year in. Orlando sits yonder, plaiting a wig,
for my Lord Chief Justice, as happy as may be; and Jemimarann and her
mother have been as busy as you can imagine all day long, and are just now
giving the finishing touches to the bridal dresses; for the wedding is to take
place the day after to-morrow. I've cut seventeen heads off (as I say) this very
ay; and as for Jemmy, I no more mind her than I do the Emperor of China
and all his Tambarins. Last night we had a merry meeting of our friends and
neighbours, to celebrate our re-appearance among them; and very merry we all
were. We begun with quadrilles, but I never could do 'em well; and, after
that, to please Mr. Crump and his intended, we tried a gallopard, which I found
anything but easy: for since I am come back to a life of peace and comfort, it's
astonishing how stout I'm getting; so we turned at once to what Jemmy and me
excels in-a country dance; which is rather surprising, as we was both brought
up to a town life. As for young Tug, he showed off in a sailor's hornpipe;
which Mrs. Coxe says is very proper for him to learn, now he is intended for the
sea. But stop here comes in the punchbowls; and if we are not happy, who
is P I say I am like the Swish people, for I can't flourish out of my native hair,.

JaN. 9.-Discovery of the real Vegetable Pills:-A patient hoaxed
the vendor, and, instead of taking them, sowed them in his garden.
A fine crop of peas was the result. The man had been selling those
pleasant vegetables, in boxes, disguised as pills by being covered
with an outer coating of flour; but, from having been always in
flower, they were now thoroughly blown!
In the north, a Coroner's inquest was held upon the body of a
man who died from taking another kind of Vegetable Pills. On
opening the body the interior was discovered to be one huge cabbage,
of great dimensions, but dead, to its heart's core, of confinement
and want of water-a beverage which the patient unfortunately
never drank. The jury returned a verdict of quits." Quits,
gentlemen!" exclaimed the dismayed Coroner-" never heard of
such a thing! What do you mean P" Why," replied the fore-
man, with some warmth, we find that if the cabbage killed the
man, the man most certainly killed the cabbage; and if that ain't
quits; blow me !"
JaN. 24.-Her Majesty went on to the stage of Drury Lane
Theatre, to inspect Van Amburgh and his beasts. The Queen was
mistaken by many for the Lady of Lyons.
FEB. 18.-Maroto did a bit of important slaughter, and murdered
twelve generals, upon the plea of the general welfare. Rather a
contradictory reason; but Don Carlos entered
France in consequence. They say his chiefs were
bribed by a palmer's stone, and it is certain there
was some palming, anyway. The only commander
that now sticks to him is Cabrera, and he's not
unlikely to be upset. Cab-rearer.
MARcH 3.-Vestris attempted to be blown up. A private box
given her in her own theatre-loaded with combustibles. Drawing
cover-and discovery in consequence.
Some spiteful people envying Madame's fame,
Dare to pronounce it an Olympic game!
MAY 21.-Procession of the Temperance Society.
Tea-total army! how you march,
Tag-rag and bob-tail of Bohea:
With sober legs, and visage starch,
Looking like men done to a Tea."
You're not so jolly o'er your fate,
As merry boys that drink and dance;
You're cross-and show (I temper hate!)
Bad temper in your temperance.


-Besides, I think I let truth slip,
Oh! marching most demure, mobocrasy.
And have you fairly "on the hip "
By hinting here at your hypocrisy !
For on this mighty celebration,
When all abroad for show you roam,
'Tis said, you'll scandalize your nation,
And get blind drunk a-going home!
MAY 23.-Queen Adelaide returned:-
This good Queen comes with health restored.
Of which before she was defaulter:
Did she drink stout when on ship-board,
Or was she known to malt at Malta ?
JUNE 30.-The Sultan of Turkey died of delirium tremens; the
Father of the Faithful going drunk to the seventh heaven! His
son-scion of the same die-nasty-ascended the throne; but taught,
by example, not to wine, hid his grief and drowned his father's
cellars in the Bosphorus. Shortly after this his whole fleet ab-
stainedfrom Port-and absconded to Mehemet Ali.
JuLY 2.-Birmingham riots. A smart fire, but no "Burns's
Justice,"-down-fall of much uphold-stery. Beds in flames-
among the mattresses great destruction of tick--credit vanishing.
Sacrifice of property not unlike sacking. Town in a storm.
JULY 21.-Rage for publishing portraits of the Queen-some in
the Lane and some in the line-manner: some done by Doo, and some
engraved by Cousins-not by Cousin George, or Cousin Albert,-
not by a Prince man, but a man of Prints. But iuzzy-tinto seems
the favourite style.
AUG. 30.-The Cinque Ports gave a banquet to the.Duke of Wel-
lington, where they did not sink port at all; on the contrary, the
feast was carried on with much wine, and a great deal of spirit;
and, although the room was surrounded with banners, nothing was
found to flag. There were plenty of rations, and orations, and
Lord Brougham's Waterloo Eulogy was a eulogy of the first water.
SEPT. 7.-The Secretary of War dated a letter from Windsor
Castle, mistaking it for his Homle QOfice. As it was, it was only a
blunder, but he might as well have kissed Her Majesty by mistake,
and then it would have been a blunder-buss.
SEPT. 12.-Poulett Thomson went to Canada, in the Pique fri-
gate; and many people were much piqued at the circumstance.
The ejaculation of Shiver smy timbers !" became prevalent, at.the
same time, with the great wood-dealers of British America.
SEPT. 22.-Pump locked up at Ramsgate, during divine service.
'Lock up the pump no! no we see
At once the whole report is scandal:
What dullards in that town must be
Who'd stop the music of a Handel


SEPT. 28.-The Lord Mayor's chaplain preached his annual
sermon before the Corporation; and took for his text, "A citizen
of no mean city." The Corporation, however, got offended at the
discourse, which induced them to withhold the usual fifty-pound
donation. The sermon contained such a dressing that they con-
sidered themselves overdone; and, refusing to be rated after that
fashion, took their own notes, but withheld the fifty. The reverend
gentleman is now of opinion that they are citi-
zens of a very mean city indeed; and, if he has
not a text. he has. at least, a pretext for saying so.
Nov. 8.-Post-office arrangements proposed.
Treasury issues one minute, which it takes
twenty to read.' Postage, not uniform, but pro-
moted to a groat, to promote the circulation of
fourpenny-pieces. The Chancellor of the Ex-
chequer, having looked at the question in its
every Baring-declines throwing the letters
more open-to distribution. Nevertheless, cor-
respondence will be so much increased, that this
may be called apost age-and Lord Lichfield, A
A Man of Letters.

[WE have been requested to insert the following selections from the pro-
ceedings of the Institution, in consequence of the unhandsome conduct of
some of the newspapers, in refusing to publish any further reports unless they
were paid for as advertisements.]
A great feature, in the meeting this year, has been the elegant
and intelligible simplicity of the subjects and papers discussed; the
following are a few of the most interesting:-
Mr. Bewdlite's paper On the retrograde Progression of vegetable
2Erolites, supposed to be caused by the flowing Stagnation of diurnal
Currents, coming in Contact with a Board of Guardians," was much
admired; as well as Dr. Terncow's admirable paper On the Ten-
dency of extreme Nervous Filaments to form Photogenic Conven-
tions," and "The Advantages derived from forcing condensed Air
into the Brain, to sharpen the Powers of Hearing," by which means
a whisper at Dover could be distinctly heard at Boulogne.
Under the head of Section W, an interesting report was read by
Dr. Buckleband, on some important geological and antiquarian
discoveries, which were made, in the neighbourhood of Holborn, by
the workmen employed ina lying down gas-pipes. It appeared
that, at the depth of six feet below the mud formation, having
passed through a stratum of London dirt, teeming with interest-
ing reliquite of blacking-bottles and tobacco-pipes, in a fine state of


petrifaction, together with traces of decayed vegetable matter, in-
terspersed with bones of feline mammcalia, they struck upon a mass
of regular brickwork, which was, at first, supposed to be the remains
of the Roman road which formerly ran from King's Cross to Evans's
Hotel, in Covent Garden. On carefully removing the masonry, they
arrived at a curiously constructed apartment, or cella, containing
several dozen bottles, of modern form, reclining in sawdust round the
walls. The wine in the bottles was found to be perfectly unimpaired
by its long repose, and tasted fresh and sweet. One gentleman pro-
nounced it to be the Massican wine so lauded by Pliny. Another,
who had hitherto pretended to be a judge of old wine, stated that it
was merely a compound of inferior port (fine rough flavour, 30s.)
and red currant, with a small admixture of English brandy. The
learned professor merely mentioned this absurd opinion as a matter
of entertainment. One of the most singular features of this grati-
fying discovery, was one of the everlasting lamps, of which curious
light a small jet was burning over the bins, with a flame exactly re-
sembling gas. He expected a further report of their proceedings by
the seven o'clock train. While the learned gentleman was speaking,
the communication arrived. Much excitement prevailed as he read
the paper; and one of the audience, in his nervous agitation, took
another's snuff-box by mistake. It appeared that the workmen had
descended, in company with several contributors to the "Gentleman's
Magazine," and, following a long passage, similarly adorned with
bottles, began to contemplate the idea of brininng to light an entire
subterranean Roman city; probably destroyed by one of the early
volcanic eruptions of the Mons Primgula, or Primrose Hill, of the
ancients. On ascending a flight of steps they came to a small door,
which they eagerly forced open, and the astonished group found
themselves in the "bottling department" of what had been appa-
rently an early Roman "wine vaults."
Mr. Lyme Stone produced a fine fossil specimen of the claw or
some extinct animal, which had been discovered by the excavators
of the 'Southampton Railroad. He had shown it to the learned pro-
fessor, who had drawn the entire animal from this single specimen;
and, on comparing it with the Munkorsensauros, it was found to be
correct, with the exception of the tail being curly instead of straight.
Mr. Planecence inquired if it was not likely to be the claw of an
eagle, in composition similar to those displayed in the New Road,
where the two' gentlemen, without any clothes, are represented as
playing at single-stick. He was strengthened in this idea by observ-
ing an iron pin running through the claw, probably to fix it to the
pedestal. Mr. Lyme Stone was sorry that the honourable and
learned gentleman was such a confounded fool. The pin with which
it was transfixed was evidently a weapon of chase, proving the-ex-
istence of man upon the earth to be coeval with his desire for food.
An angry discussion would doubtless have taken place had not the
hour sounded for dinner. The company speedily separated, and
proved the superiority of the attraction that ducks and salmon pos-
sessed over inorganic incomprehensible.


SEPT. 28.-The Lord Mayor's chaplain preached his annual
sermon before the Corporation; and took for his text, "A citizen
of no mean city." The Corporation, however, got offended at the
discourse, which induced them to withhold the usual fifty-pound
donation. The sermon contained such a dressing that they con-
sidered themselves overdone; and, refusing to be rated after that
fashion, took their own notes, but withheld the fifty. The reverend
gentleman is now of opinion that they are citi-
zens of a very mean city indeed; and, if he has
not a text. he has. at least, a pretext for saying so.
Nov. 8.-Post-office arrangements proposed.
Treasury issues one minute, which it takes
twenty to read.' Postage, not uniform, but pro-
moted to a groat, to promote the circulation of
fourpenny-pieces. The Chancellor of the Ex-
chequer, having looked at the question in its
every Baring-declines throwing the letters
more open-to distribution. Nevertheless, cor-
respondence will be so much increased, that this
may be called apost age-and Lord Lichfield, A
A Man of Letters.

[WE have been requested to insert the following selections from the pro-
ceedings of the Institution, in consequence of the unhandsome conduct of
some of the newspapers, in refusing to publish any further reports unless they
were paid for as advertisements.]
A great feature, in the meeting this year, has been the elegant
and intelligible simplicity of the subjects and papers discussed; the
following are a few of the most interesting:-
Mr. Bewdlite's paper On the retrograde Progression of vegetable
2Erolites, supposed to be caused by the flowing Stagnation of diurnal
Currents, coming in Contact with a Board of Guardians," was much
admired; as well as Dr. Terncow's admirable paper On the Ten-
dency of extreme Nervous Filaments to form Photogenic Conven-
tions," and "The Advantages derived from forcing condensed Air
into the Brain, to sharpen the Powers of Hearing," by which means
a whisper at Dover could be distinctly heard at Boulogne.
Under the head of Section W, an interesting report was read by
Dr. Buckleband, on some important geological and antiquarian
discoveries, which were made, in the neighbourhood of Holborn, by
the workmen employed ina lying down gas-pipes. It appeared
that, at the depth of six feet below the mud formation, having
passed through a stratum of London dirt, teeming with interest-
ing reliquite of blacking-bottles and tobacco-pipes, in a fine state of



I OLD thy breath lightly, while I outpour to thee, in gentle
diction, my prediction of events. Behold the Hieroglyphic
Interpreter of the symbols of the present and the future; and
what a posse of things-both in posse and in esse-it closes and
discloses under its mystic mantle. Imagine thyself, for a moment,
like the topmost sails of some goodly vessel,-the moon-raker-the
star-gazer-the sky-scraper of the Firm-i-meant; and peruse what
my prophecy doth, by a ruse, foretel. See the signs of my designs.
Now, high in the mid-heaven, behold Albertus Sagittarius as the
Cupid Archer, driving his love-dart through the window of that
constellatory hotel, known in great and little Britain by the sign
of the Virgo and Crown. Behold the Miss is hit. This is porten-
tous of hymen; but other high men, lo! are typified in those
dejected falling stars, pursuing their downward decadence from the
court-yard of the palatial Inn. Now, then, shall marriage spread
wide its pinions among people of all opinions, and the cord of con-


cord shall be tied. See that gorgeous hecatomb of hearts, which
the young trump, Love, fires and inspires with fame and flame.
He, behold, is the rightful Duke of Victoria; nhsbanding his
resources, and yet setting the tide of conquest through the world.
Baby linen becomes shortly at a premium, and my art foresees a
prevalence of Sun and Air !
Whirled into fire, see the political world, and ire burst from the
soil of Ire-land. In fancy, I behold the flames, now in in-fancy,
mount and swell. Jack Frost sits melancholy mad, arid burns his
fingers by the blaze he essays to raise i but there are other Jacks
that want roasting, which the courteous Reader will smoke. The
broils are not over; and, though the fierceness of the fire of politics
will not evaporate the Thames, yet, from Westminster to the
Tower, it shall send forth a hissing noise.
But sit thou lightly 6n thy throne, Victoria! for the tumult
shall be tumultum in parvo; and thy people, convinced that it was
infra dig. to abandon the spade for the pike, and assume the
habits of the rake, will leave the fields of speculation for those of
agriculture; and their sons and daughters, emulating thy good
example, will betake them to arts of husbandry, cast away their
divisions for multiplication, and thus enjoy the Irish sunshine of a
genial reign.