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ing that the man as has 'em is a kind of happy come and hab some wine." And then in a still conjuror, that can talk when he likes with all sorts lower tone—“Give you bottle for yuself.” of good spirits, and never think a flea-bite of half To this invitation, Capstick made no answer ; the rubbish in the world about him."

but having looked up and down at the black, Jem had scarcely uttered this hopeful sentence, strode to the door. Bright Jem nodded—uttered when young St. James ran in, quickly followed a brief good morning, and followed his companion by Mr. Folder. Yes, yes,” cried the child, all into the street, leaving Cesar Gum—who had happiness, "papa says I'must forgive him, as we wholly forgotten Jem's previous indignation at ought always to forgive one another—and you 're the peculated gunpowder-in astonishment at his to tell him from me that he's to be a good boy rejected hospitality. and never do so again."

* We'll now go to Bow-street,” said Capstick ; “ Bless your sweet heart !” cried Bright Jem, and fast as they could walk, they took their way and the tears sprang to his eyes. The muffin to that abode of justice. They arrived there only maker said nothing, but coughed and bowed. a few minutes before the arraignment of young

“ There, I think, Mr. Capstick,” said Folder St. Giles at the bar; where he stood, in his own in a low voice, “there, I think, is a future trea- conceit, a miniature Turpin. sure for the borough. I trust you 'll not let this " Where are the witnesses—who makes the little story be lost on the good folks of Liquorish. charge?” There were no witnesses. Again and Nobody will appear against the culprit, and there again his worship put the question. And then he fore take him, and if you can, among you make a said, “ No one is here who knows anything of the bright man of him. Good morning, Mr. Cap- matter, The prisoner must be discharged. Boy, stick-good morning,” and Folder bowed the vis- don't let me see you here again." Young St. itors from the room. Bright Jem paused at the Giles put his thumb and finger to his hair, jerked door, and looking back at the child cried, “God a bow, and in a few moments was free-free as bless you every day of your life.”

the air of Hog-lane. Jem and the muffin-maker were about to quit Jem and Capstick followed him into the street. the house, when they were accosted by Cesar The muffin-maker seizing him, cried—“You little Gum in the hall. In a confidential whisper he rascal! What do you say for your lucky essaid _“Come and take some turkey and wine for cape?". lunch : prime Madeary_den we can go to jail for "Say!" answered young St. Giles—“Why, tief: dreadful ting, taking oder people's goods— I know'd it was all gammon-I know'd they

could prove nothin' agin me."

Dogs' SCENT FOR GAME.-There is a notion Of earth-born vexations and pleasures, that, dogs lose their scent or smell for game-birds To the Christian, uprising aloft from the bier, during the season of incubation. That, however, New worlds shall but open new treasures. says a correspondent of the Gardener's Chronicle, I consider to be wrong. I think it is more likely May the lot then be thine both portions to know, that the birds lose, or rather do not emit, scent or

That to mortals or seraphs are given; smell during the time in question ; hence the no- On earth every blessing that earth can bestow, tion. I mentioned this to a gentleman well ac

With reversion of blessings in heaven. quainted with dogs and game, and he told me the following in favor of what I have advanced. He was once aware of a partridge's nest that was

ABBA FATHER ! “ hard set upon” near where a party of gipsies “Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected had fixed their abode, and although they had

praise." three dogs with them, yet the wary bird led off her brood three days afterwards. There must be tution some years ago in London a little boy was

At an examination of a deaf and dumb insti. some truth in what I have stated, otherwise the smell from the bird on the nest would have led the asked, in writing, who made the world?

He took the chalk and wrote underneath the prowling dogs upon her. If my views on this

wordssubject are correct, it shows a wise provision of Nature to protect birds from harm during incuba

“In the beginning, God created the heavens

and the earth." tion; for if it were not so, they must often fall a prey to canine enemies. It may be asked, how

The clergyman then inquired in a similar mandoes it happen that birds do not emit smell while

“Why did Jesus Christ come into the world ?" sitting on eggs? That may be owing to the habits or conditions of birds being changed; for dur- of the little fellow, as he wrote

A smile of gratitude rested on the countenance ing the time of incubation, they lose in a great measure all thought of self-preservation.

“ This is a faithful saying, worthy of all acceptation, that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners."

A third was then proposed, evidently adapted to WITH AN ALMANAC.

call the most powerful feelings into exercise

“Why were you born deaf and dumb, when I If an almanac teach us that life wears away, can hear and speak?"! It tells us how short-lived our sorrow;

Never," says an eye-witness, “shall I forget If it register joys that must quickly decay, the look of resignation which sat upon his counteIt points out far brighter to-morrow.

nance, as he again took the chalk and wroteFor then, when the grave shall conclude the brief

“Even so Father, for so it seemed good in thy year



From the Christian Observer.

From Chambers' Journal.

Than any shawl from Cashmere's loom. MORNINGS WITH THOMAS CAMPBELL.

Thou hast not to adorn thee, girl,

Flower, link of gold, or gem, or pearlIt was on a fine morning in May, 1840, that I I would not let a ruby speck first called on Mr. Campbell. He then lived in

The peeping whiteness of thy neck : chambers, No. 61, Lincoln's Inn Fields, up two Thou need'st no casket, witching elf, pairs of stairs. He had offered to act as cicerone, No gaud—thy toilet is thyself; and show me the lions of London : and it was

Not even a rose-bud from the bower, with no small pride and pleasure that I repaired to

Thyself a magnet, gem, and flower. the spot, where he was so often to be seen pacing My arch and playful little creature, up and down in solitary meditation. He was Thou hast a mind in every feature ; always a great walker, and this habit continued

Thy brow with its disparted locks, with him to the last. I found on the outer door

Speaks language that translation mocks ; of his rooms, below the brass knocker, a slip of

Thy lucid eyes so beam with soul, paper on which was written, in his neat classical

They on the canvass seem to rolllike hand, this curious announcement," Mr.

Instructing both my head and heart Campbell is particularly engaged, and cannot be To idolize the painter's art. seen till past two o'clock."

As he had expressly He marshals minds to Beauty's feastmentioned that I should call between nine and ten

He is Humanity's high priest, o'clock, I concluded that this prohibition could

Who proves by heavenly forms on earth, not be ineant to be universal, and resolved to haz

How much this world of ours is worth. ard an application. He received me with great Inspire me, child, with visions fair! kindness, and explained that the announcement on For children, in creation, are his door was intended to scare away a bore, who

The only things that could be given had been annoying him with some manuscripts, Back, and alive-unchanged-to Heaven.” and would neither take a refusal nor brook delay. The poet was breakfasting in his sitting-room, The verses were written on folio paper, the lines which was filled with books, and had rather a wide apart, to leave room for correction—for showy appearance. The carpet and tables were Campbell, it is well known, was a laborious and littered with stray volumes, letters, and papers; fastidious corrector. The passion for children whence I inferred that his housemaid was for which he here evinces, led sometime afterwards to bidden to interfere with the arrangements of his a ludicrous circumstance. He saw a fine child, sanctum. At this time he was, like Charles about four years old, one day walking with her Lamb, a worshipper of the “ great plant,” and nurse in the park; and on his return home, he tobacco pipes were mingled with the miscellane- could not rest for thinking of his “child sweetous literary wares. A large print of the queen heart," as he called her, and actually sent an adhung near the fire-place, the gilded frame of vertisement to the Morning Chronicle, making inwhich was covered with lawn paper. He drew quiries after his juvenile fascinator, giving his own my attention to the picture, and said it had been address, and stating his age to be sixty-two! The presented to him by her majesty. He valued it incident illustrates the intensity of his affections, highly : “ money could not buy it from me,” he as well as the liveliness of his fancy-for, alas! remarked. In another part of the room was a the poet had no home-object to dwell upon, to conpainting of a little country girl, with a coarse centrate his hopes and his admiration. Several shawl of network pulled over her head and shoul- hoaxes were played off on the susceptible poet in ders. The girl was represented as looking out consequence of this singular advertisement. One below the shawl with a peculiarly arch and merry letter directed him to the house of an old maid, by expression, something like Sir Joshua Reynolds' whom he was received very cavalierly. He told Puck. He seemed to dote upon this picture, his story—but “the wretch,as he used to say, praised the arch looks of the “sly little minx,'

," with a sort of peevish humor, “had never heard and showed me some lines which he had written either of him or his poetry !” upon her. These he afterwards published ; but as

When I had read the lines, Mr. Campbell rethey are comparatively little known, and are not tired for a few minutes. " You can look over the unworthy of his genius, I subjoin them :

books," he said, “ till I return." Who has not

felt the pleasure of looking over the shelves of a "ON GETTING HOME THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD, sıx library, with all their varied and interesting asso

ciations ? The library of a man of genius, too, has Type of the cherubim above,

peculiar attraction, for it seems to admit us to his Come, live with me, and be my love! familiar thoughts, tastes, and studies. Campbell's Smile from my wall, dear roguish sprite, library was not very extensive. There were By sun-shine and by candle-light;

some good old editions of the classics, a set of For both look sweeily on thy traits ;

the Biographie Universelle, some of the French, Or, were the Lady Moon to gaze,

Italian, and German authors, the Edinburgh EnShe'd welcome thee with lustre bland, cyclopædia (10 which he had been a large contribLike some young fay from fairy-land. utor) and several standard English works, none Cast in simplicity's own mould,

very modern. He did not care much to keep up How canst ihou be so manifold

with the literature of the day; and his chief deIn sportively-distracting charms?

light was—when not occupied with any task—10 Thy lips-thine eyes-thy little arms lounge, in his careless indolent way, over some That wrap thy shoulders and thy head, old favorite author that came recommended to him In homeliest shawl of netted thread,

by early recollections. He occasionally made Brown woollen network ; yet it seeks marginal notes on the books he read. I happened Accordance with thy lovely cheeks,

to take down the first volume of “The Beauties And more becomes thy beauty's bloom of English Poesy, selected by Oliver Goldsmith,"




" he

1767. On the blank leaf of this unfortunate com- to it for nearly forty years, and am not yet reconpilation Campbell had written the fact, that, “poor ciled to it.” He certainly seemed uneasy when Goldy” had inserted among his “Beauties” de- within the full sound of the great Babel and her signed for young readers, Prior's stories of Hans interminable roar. When we got to a quiet alley Carvel and the Ladle. " The circumstance," he or court he breathed more freely, and talked of added, " is as good as the tales, besides having the literature. He expressed his regret at having advantage of being true.” I may here remark, edited Shakspeare, or rather writien his life for a that Mr. Campbell could scarcely ever read Gold- popular edition of the dramas, as he had done it smith's poetry without shedding tears.

hurriedly, though with the right feeling. " What The poet soon returned from his dressing-room. a glorious fellow Shakspeare must have been," He was generally careful as to dress, and had none said he; “Walter Scoit was fine, but had a of Dr. Johnson's indifference to fine linen. His worldly twist. Shakspeare must have been just wigs (of which he had a great number) were the man to live with.” He spoke with affection always nicely adjusted, and scarcely distinguish- and high respect of Lord Jeffrey. “ Jeffrey," able from natural hair; while about an inch of said he, “ will be quite happy now. As a judge, whisker on the cheek was colored with some dark he has nothing to do but seek and follow truth. powder, to correspond with the wig. His appear- As an advocate, he must often have had to support

was interesting and handsome. Though cases at which his moral nature revolted.” Talkrather below the middle size, he did not seem ing of Jeffrey's criticism, I instanced his review of little ; and his large dark eye and countenance Campbell's Specimens of the Poets, which is coaltogether bespoke great sensibility and acuteness. pious, eloquent, and discriminating, “ You must His thin quivering lip and delicate nostril were have taken great pains with some of the lives," I highly expressive. When he spoke, as Leigh said. "I did," he replied, " yet they say I am Hunt has remarked, dimples played about his lazy. There is a washy, wordy style of criticism, mouth, " which nevertheless had 'something re- and of telling facts, which looks specious, and imstrained and close in it, as if some gentle Puritan poses on many : I wanted, above all things, to had crossed the breed, and left a stamp on his avoid that." * You might perhaps have added to face, such as we often see in the female Scotch your specimens with advantage. Part of Thomface rather than the male.” He had, like Milton, son's Seasons for example, might have been

" delicate tunable voice,” its high notes being given, as well as the first canto of the Castle of somewhat sharp and painful. When a youth, Indolence.” " The Castle of Indolence is a gloCampbell was singularly beautiful, which, added rious poem,' was his only answer. It must be to the premature development of his taste and gen- admitted that in his selections from the poets Mr. ius, made him an object of great interest. A few Campbell sometimes betrays the waywardness literary persons still survive (Joanna Baillie among and caprice of a man of genius; but his critithe number) who knew him at this period, and cism is invariably sound, and his style of narraremember him, like a vision of youth, with great tive picturesque and graceful. Spenser," enthusiasm. He was early in flower—the fruit, continued, " is too prolix-his allegory too properhaps, scarcely corresponding (at least in quan- tracted. Here Thomson, from the nature of his tity) with the richness of the blossom. Campbell subject, had the advantage. What a fine picture was quite sensible of his interesting appearance, is that of Spenser reading the Fairy Queen to and was by no means disposed to become venera- Raleigh on the green beside his Irish castle! ble. He cared little for the artist who copied na- Raleigh such a noble fellow, and Spenser so sweet ture exactly. Lawrence painted and Baily sculp- a poet ; and the country so savage, with its Irish tured him en beau. Late in life he sat to Park, kernes and wild Desmonds, with their saffronthe sculptor, but he would not take off his wig; colored kilts and flowing hair!" And the kindand the bust (a true and vigorous one) was no ling poet quoted some of Spenser's linesespecial favorite because of its extreme fidelity. In personal neatness and fastidiousness, no less

“I sat, as was my trade, than in genius and taste, Campbell, in his best Under the foot of Mole, that mountain hoar, days, resembled Gray. Each was distinguished Keeping my sheep amongst the cooly shade by the same careful finish in composition, the same Of the green alders by the Mulla's shore." classical predilections and lyrical fire, rarely but strikingly displayed. In ordinary life they were “ The Mole,” said Campbell, " is the Balligowra both somewhat finical, yet with great freedom and hills, and the Mulla is the Awbeg river: they idiomatic plainness in their unreserved communi- should change the names, making Spenser god. cations ; Gray's being evinced in his letters, and father. With equal poetical grace Spenser calls Campbell's in conversation. Gray was more stu- Raleigh the 'Shepherd of the Ocean,' and the dious of his dignity; Campbell often acted rashly Summer's Nightingale, both fine characteristic from the impulse of the moment, careless of conse- appellations. I like the last particularly, for Raquences. When the late Mr. Telford, the engi- leigh was really a poet, and he planted all about neer, remonstrated with him on the inexpediency his house at Youghal with myrtles and sweetof contracting an early marriage, he said gaily, smelling plants. Spenser's place, Kilcolman Cas" When shall I be better off? I have fifty tle, was only a few miles from Youghal, and no pounds, and six months' work at the Encyclopæ- doubt they saw many sunsets together." Campdia !” To these personal nuge I may add, that bell was here on a congenial theme, and I am his Scottish accent was not strongly-marked, and tempted to quote what he has said so eloquently did not detract from his point and elegance either and picturesquely on the same subject in his Specias a lecturer or converser.

We shortly sallied out. Mr. Campbell was “ When we conceive Spenser reciting his comrather nervous, and hesitated at the street cross- positions to Raleigh in a scene so beautifully apings. I said the noise of London was intolerable, propriate, the mind casts a pleasing retrospect but that long usage must reconcile people to it. over that influence which the enterprise of the “ Never with some,” said he : “I have been used | discoverer of Virginia, and the genius of the author


of the Fairy Queen, have respectively produced of spring, the rookery, which during the continuon the fortune and language of England. The ance of winter seemed to have been deserted, or fancy might even be pardoned for a momentary only guarded by about five or six, like old soldiers superstition, that the genius of their country hov- in a garrison, now begins to be once more freered, unseen, over their meeting, casting her first quented; and in a short time all the bustle and look of regard on the poet that was destined to hurry of business is fairly commenced.” inspire her future Milton, and on the other on the And there they still bustle and hurry in spring, maritime hero who paved the way for colonizing while Goldsmith sleeps without a stone in the distant regions of the earth, where the language Temple burying-ground. The poet's apartments of England was to be spoken, and the poetry of were looked upon as airy and even splendid in Spenser to be admired."

their day. The walls are wainscotted, but have This would form a fine painting in the hands of now a dingy appearance. Their occupant was Maclise, or some other poet-spirited artist. Only thought to have spent an unnecessarily large sum a few fragments of Spenser's castle remain, matted (£400) in furnishing them, yet the sale catalogue with ivy; but the situation is still lonely and beau-|(printed by Prior) shows only one department of tiful-undefaced by any incongruous images or as- profuse expenditure—one highly characteristic of sociations. Some of Raleigh's myrtles have also the poet's principle foible, personal vanity. He been preserved, and his house still stands. The had only one bed, one sofa, and a moderate commelancholy fate of both these great men deepens plement of necessaries, but he had “two oval the interest with which we regard their residences. glasses, gilt frames, "" two ditto, two light giranThe poet, as is well known, was driven from Kil- doles," ir a very large dressing-glass, mahogany colman by a furious band of rebels, who set fire to frame," and "a three-plate bordered chimneythe castle, burning an infant child in the ruins, glass, gilt frame.” this multiplicity of mirrors and causing, within a few months, from melan- the poet could dress and admire his little undignicholy and despair, the death of the gifted Spenser. fied person, arrayed in his bloom-colored coat and Raleigh was sacrificed to the cruelty and cupidity blue silk breeches. Goldsmith, though contemned of James I. Let us drop a tear over their sad and and laughed at in his day, and held far inferior to chequered history, and thank God that genius, his illustrious friend Johnson, now overtops the taste, and enterprise, now flourish under milder whole of that brilliant circle in real popularity suns and happier influences !

and genuine fame. "The wonder is," as CampCampbell was keenly alive to such impressions, bell remarked, “how one leading so strange a life and loved to tread as it were in the footsteps of from his youth upwards, could have stored his the departed great. He regretted that only one mind with so much fine knowledge, taste, and of Milton's London houses should be left-one imagery. His essays are full of thought, and occupied by him when Latin secretary in West- overflow with choice and beautiful illustration.” minster. This house looks into St. James' Park, “Have you been to Windsor?" asked Mr. and is situated in York-street (No. 18,) in a poor Campbell. I replied that I had, and spoke of the and squalid neighborhood; but it was then " a magnificence of the palace and the parks. “Ay," pretty garden-house, next door to the Lord Scuda- said he, “ the old oaks—the noble old oaks. Did more's.” Milton occupied it eight years—from you notice how they spread out their gnarled roots 1651 to 1659. We went also to Dryden's last and branches, laying hold of the earth with their residence, in Gerrard-street, Soho. Here “glo- talons ?” and he put out his clenched hand to help rious John” wrote his magnificent Ode and his the expression of his vigorous and poetical image. Fables, and here he died on May morning, 1700. All Scotchmen visiting London in spring should The house is a respectable old-fashioned dwelling. go, he said, a night or two to Windsor, Kew, or It was formerly occupied by a comely dame-a Richmond, to hear the nightingale. It was also Wife of Bath—who dealt in contraband laces, heard in full voice in the grove around Sion gloves, &c. The late Lord Holland often called House, the seat of the Duke of Northumberland. to see the interior ; but the cautious mistress, pre- He thought Milton's description of the nightinsuming that his portly and comfortable presence gale's note correct as well as rich— was that of a custom-house officer or other government functionary, kept the door in her hand,

The Attic bird and steadily rejected the solicitations of the peer. Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. Windmill-street, where Sir Richard Steele ran off on seeing the bailiff, is in the close vicinity, He maintained, also, with Chaucer and Charles and the incidents are, in character and keeping, James Fox, (a singular juxtaposition,) that the not unlike each other. There was also Congreve's nightingale's note was a merry one, and “though house at Surrey-street, in the Strand ; Johnson's Theocritus mentions nightingales six or seven times, famous residence in Bolt Court, Fleet-street, (now he never mentions their note as plaintive or melanprofaned, as he would deem it, by its conversion choly.” Because it is heard in the silence of the into a printing-office for a dissenters' newspaper,) night, generally when we are alone, and amidst and poor Goldsmith's chambers in the Temple, the gloom of thick woods, we attach melancholy No. 2, Brick Court. His rooms were on the right associations to it. “For pure English nature, hand ascending the staircase (as the faithful Mr. feeling, and expression, read Dryden. He is the Prior relates in his Memoir,) and consisted of best informer and expositor." We must underthree apartments. These are now occupied by a stand this as applicable to Dryden's late produce solicitor, who pens law papers in the room where tions—not his rhyming tragedies and stiff quaGoldy wrote his plays, or watched the rooks trains, which are anything but natural or pleasing. cawing about the time-honored court and garden. In the course of our ramble, we called on the

"I have,” he says in his Animated Nature, poet's namesake, Mr. Thomas Campbell, the "osten amused myself with observing their plan sculptor. In looking through the studio, I had of policy from my window in the Temple, that occasion to notice the excessive admiration with looks upon a grove where they have made a colony which he regarded beauty of form and expression in the midst of the city. At the commencement (A female bust absolutely entranced him. There


was no tearing him away from it. The fascination From the museum we proceeded to the house was as complete as in the instance of the “Child of Mr. Rogers, in St. James' Place. The venSweetheart.” This did not seem to be equally erable author of “The Pleasures of Memory" the case with pictures. We were afterwards in gave his brother bard a courteous and kind recepthe National Gallery, and I did not notice any tion. He seemed delighted to see him. “Mr. peculiar susceptibility to the beauties of the few Rogers," said the younger of the poets, " I have very fine pictures in the collection. The charm taken the liberty to bring a friend from the counof the rounded contour, and the effect of the lucid try to see your house, as I was anxious he should marble, in works of sculpture, no doubt, formed not leave London without this gratification.”. Mr. part of the spell. In his Life of Mrs. Siddons, Rogers shook me cordially by the hand, and said Campbell has recorded his impressions on first see every friend of Mr. Campbell's was welcome. ing the Apollo Belvidere in the Louvre ; and as But, Campbell," added he, “I must teach you the passage is one of the few really worthy of him to speak English properly.” (Here the sensitive in that memoir, and illustrates the peculiarity al- poet stared and reined up a little.)

" You must luded to, I shall extract it :

not abuse that excellent word liberty, as you have “ From the farthest end of the spacious room, done on this occasion.” We now looked over the god seemed to look down, like a president, the pictures, and works of art—a marvellous colon the chosen assembly of sculptured forms ; lection for so small a depository! Mrs. Jameson, and his glowing marble, unstained by time, ap- Miss Sedgwick, and others, have described the peared to my imagination as if he had stepped classic mansion in St. James' Place. The hospifreshly from the sun. I had seen casts of the tality of Rogers is proverbial- his breakfasts are glorious statue with scarcely any admiration ; and famous. Indeed, the poet has the credit of estabI must undoubtedly impute that circumstance, in lishing the breakfast-party as a link in London part, to my inexperience in art, and to my taste society. He "refined it first, and showed its having till then lain torpid. But still I prize the use. Mornings in St. James' Place are scarcely recollected impressions of that day too dearly to inferior to the delicious lobster nights” of Pope. call them fanciful. They seemed to give my mind with the poet of memory, manners the most bland a new sense of the harmony of art a new visual and courteous are, even to strangers, united to the power of enjoying beauty. Nor is it mere fancy fullest and freest communication of thought and that makes the difference between the Apollo him- opinion. His delicacy of feeling and expression, self and his plaster casts. The dead whiteness of and his refined taste, are indeed remarkable ; but, the stucco copies is glaringly monotonous, whilst in place of rendering him miserable, as Byron has the diaphanous surface of the original seems to surmised, I should say they contributed to his hap, soften the light which it reflects. Every particular piness and enjoyment. His life has been long and feeling of that hour is written indelibly on my prosperous, and his relish of it seems unabated : memory. I remember entering the Louvre with he has had a “latter spring,” lusty and vigorous. a latent suspicion on my mind that a good deal of No person perhaps possesses so many literary the rapture expressed at the sight of superlative relics and curiosities as Mr. Rogers. The beautisculptures was exaggerated or affected, but as ful manuscripts of Gray, written with a crow-quill we passed through the passage of the hall, there pen, are among his treasures. In his librarywas a Greek figure, I think that of Pericles, with frained and glazed—is the celebrated agreement a chlamys and helinet, which John Kemble desired between Milton and his publisher for the copyright me to notice ; and it instantly struck me with of Paradise Lost. The great poet's signature, wonder at the gentlemanlike grace which art could though he was then old and blind, " fallen upon give to a human form with so simple a vesture. evil days,” is singularly neat and distinct. _He It was not, however, until we reached the grand has also a bust of Pope, the clay model by Rousaloon that the first sight of the god overawed my biliac. “My father," said Mr. Rogers, “ stood incredulity: Every step of approach to his pres- by the side of Pope when Roubiliac was modelling ence added to my sensations, and all recollections that part of the drapery.” A bust of Pope, enof his name in classic poetry swarmed on my mind riched by such associations, is indeed valuable. as spontaneously as the associations that are con- The features are larger than the common prints jured up by the sweetest music.”

represent. I had seen an original painting of him, We next went to the British Museum. I had taken when he was ten or twelve years younger, previously seen the Elgin marbles and other works by Jervas, but it is greatly inferior in expression. of art, and Mr. Campbell proposed that we should Here we had Pope calm, thoughtful, penetrating, just glance at the library. He sent in his card to somewhat wasted by age, disease and study, but Sir Henry Ellis, who came and conducted us still the clear fine thinker and man of genius. Mr. through the rooms. The poet was warm in his Rogers showed us also an original sketch by Raadmiration of the large room. Sir Henry said phael, for which, if we recollect right, he said the there were about 300,000 volumes in the library. Marquis of Westminster had offered him as much The Louvre contains 700,000 or 800,000 ; but land as would serve for a villa! Autograph letsingle pamphlets or thin volumes are counted sepa-ters, “rich and rare," abound in Mr. Rogers' rerately ; not bound together, several in a volume, positories, with scarce books almost as valuable. as in our national institution. The Cambridge On one of the tables lay a large piece of amber University library consists of about 150,000 vol- enclosing a fly, entire in TM joint and limb.” Mr. umes—the Bodleian, I should suppose, consid- Campbell mentioned that Sidney Smith, who has erably more ; and the rate of increase is about always some original or humorous remark to make 5000 a-year.

It is scarcely possible for a bookish on every object, taking up this piece of amber one man, new from the solitude of the country, to day, said, “ Perhaps that fly buzzed in Adam's survey these princely collections, without echoing ear. After a couple of hours delightfully spent the sentiment of James I.-" If it were so that I among the books and pictures, Mr. Rogers invited must be a prisoner, I would have no other prison us to breakfast next morning. When we got to than such a library, and be chained together with the door, Campbell broke out—"Well, now, there these goodly authors !”

is a happy and enviable poet! He is about

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