shillings that never were spent yet. Gentlemen, freeholders of the county, the election for this loyal and independent borough having terminated in favour of the constitution by the return of my friend Rumblegrib, I come to solicit your votes for the county. What do you say? I've a mind to be a candidate myself. Shall I have your votes? Thus spoke Snow, Esquire, who at the first glance was a fine looking animal certainly. He was a well built man; but a large head of hair, a large fist, and a devil-may-care air, were the ornaments to a head and face with sleepy eyes, the phrenological and physiognomical appearance of which bespoke a low order of intellect, combined with all the animal virtues and vices. One of his companions-the bottled shoemaker— was comically drunk, and the other, the draper, was a little farther gone, so that his character was non est inventus, or buried in oblivion. "Gentlemen," said Snow, Esquire, in continuation, "my sentiments are universal and particular, I'm a jolly good-for-nothing fellow, and I like everybody like myself. I give more than I take. Everyone's at liberty to call for what he likes, for I have a few shillings that never were spent yet, and the man that won't drink with me I look upon as an enemy. Winny, my dear, bring in a large quantity of everything." "And a bottle of ginger beer," whined in the attorney's hopeful sprig, John. "A glass of gin for self," quoth the uncommon-nosed attorney, "and a bottle of pop for John. John's an exemplary boy; he prefers ginger to gin." "John's a nincompoop," declared Snow, Esquire. "Winny, my dear, bring me a glass of soda water, and make it strong." "Class of sota water will freeze in your pelly, Mr. Snow," simpered Morgan Jones. "You're right, old horsepond Jones, and that's why I tell Winny to make it strong. If you can't pour the brandy into the soda water, Winny, my dear, get your sweetheart to help you, and I'll show him how. By the immortal Croesus I'm in luck's way! Here's another sovereign that never was spent yet, although it's getting a hard frost with my pocket. Almost down to zero, by Jingo! Never mind, to-night ends the election spree. So drink of good October, and to-morrow we'll be sober!" "Goot healt, Mr. Pland an' Mr. Snow." "Hold your noise, Morgan." "Good healt." Snow, Esquire, who, at the outset had stood to address the worthy electors, had by this time floundered into a chair, and as soon as a pause occurred in the conversation, by Morgan Jones being requested to hold his noise, Snow, Esquire, eager for political agitation, ejaculated "Rumblegrib for ever! Gentlemen, electors for the county"Muddleford for ever!" interrupted the comical shoemaker,; "Muddleford and Principle !" "Principle, you created vagabond-what has principle to do with an election? Or rather, what principle is there in it but spreeing?" "Sir, I hope you will change your principles. In this very glass, sir, which I drink to you as a customer and a gentleman, I hope." "Gentleman, you slow badger-I'm no gentleman! Yes, I am; we're all gentlemen-gentlemen, freeholders of the county; if you return me to parliament, I will uphold the constitution in church and state. Gentlemen, I make no promises, but what will you take to drink?” "You are a gentleman," said the shoemaker, in a decided manner, handling his glass and addressing himself to Snow, Esquire. "Shiver my upper story, but you are an ass!" responded the gentle man. "I will drink with you, sir," said the cordwainer, meekly; "but there is no occasion to call names. If I am an ass, I - I "Your are you are!" "I'm not." "How sir? D'ye think you know better than I do, who have been at college, and learned the seventeen regular sciences, with various others, too numerous to mention?" "Confound your impudence; dy'e mean to contradict me eh, you infuriated brute?" "Don't call such names, or I shall retortilate upon you, sir." 66 Why, you villanous brute, you can't spell the word!" "Words have nothing to do with principle, Mr. Snow. You call me an ass, and a cobbled villanous brute. 'What principle is there in that? I ask you, sir, how can you, as a customer and a gentleman, defend such conduct to a person who feels, and who acts as as 66 Why, how you go on? Don't you see it's all a joke? D'ye think I'd call any one but a dear friend or a fellow-townsman such names? No, sir, I'd see any one dd first. But it's no matter; take your own opinion. There's more real friendship in my calling you an infuriated brute and an ass, than in my saying, dear sir, and be hanged to you!" "Sir, you're a gentleman. I've always said so of you: I make a principle of it. Rony,' says I to my wife, Snow, Esquire, is a gentleman, every inch of him. Ne'er a baron of the castle ever wore such a pair of Wellington boots, or paid for them as punctually as Snow, Esquire.' You are a gentleman, sir, and no mistake." "You talk of principle: answer this. The duty of leather was taken off, but how much did you take off the price of boots in consequence? Nothing. Then if you didn't take off no more, would the baker, if corn were cheap." "I hope you will change your principles, sir." "Never, old Stitch-and-chalk-one! Here's a shiner that never was spent yet. Drink up your heeltaps, and lay it out. Winny, my dear, resist temptation, like your namesake, St. Winifred, and give my particular friend the bootmaker some polishing compound without squeezing his hand. Rumblegrib for ever!" 66 Snow, A patient observer of this rather eccentric gentleman, Esquire," for half an hour, I at last became quite tired of him and his string of repetitions, or round towel speaking, and beat a retreat. We see a similar effect sometimes at a theatre. Be the comic actor ever so comic, yet if the gods will have his most laughable and comic song repeated a third time, half a dozen gentlemen in the pit, who have previously been highly amused, immediately arise and proceed to the door. Whilst waiting for a candle at the bar, for the chambermaid could not well be called into the smoking room, out came Morgan Jones to fetch the landlord news of his horned cow. Alas! the poor animal was deceased, without providing the slaughterer with a fee. "Now, Mr. Jones," said the landlady. "Yes, Mrs. Pland.” "I can always manage you, Mr. Jones; so go to your home, Mr. Jones." "Yes, Mrs. Pland; but a want to trink Mr. Pland's goot healt, now the cow ees tead." "It's better to go home, Mr. Jones, for Mrs. Jones to have some of your company, than to sit here so long, Mr. Jones, while Mrs. Jones is sitting by herself, poor thing, Mr. Jones!" "Goot night, goot night, Mrs. Pland," replied Morgan, and bent his steps to the door, muttering something in that fine language the Welsh, which to my Saxon ears sounded very like-" Dym schulia in pooblic hoos, e nuf ov dhatt hatt ome, Mrs. Pland-dym schulia, dym, dym!" HYMNS OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH. 66 Pange lingua gloriosi Nobis datus, nobis natus, In suprema nocte cœnæ, Verbum caro, panem verum, Filque sanguis Christi, merum, PART II. Pange Lingua. Sing, O my tongue, in strains of rapture praise Sent from the skies to save the sons of earth, "Twas on that last eventful solemn night, The Word made flesh, took up and brake the bread; Tantum ergo sacramentum Genitori, Genitoque Ecce panis angelorum Fuctus cibus viatorum Vere panis filiorum Non mittendus canibus, In figuris præsignatur, Cum Isaac immolatur: Agnus Pascha deputatur. Datur manna patribus. Bone Pastor, panis vere, Jesu nostri miserere; Tu nos pasce, nos tuere : Tu nos bona fac videre, In terra viventium. Tu qui cuncta scis, et vales Qui nos pascis hic mortales, Tuos ibi commensales, Cohæredes et sodales, Fac sanctorum civium. O Salutaris Hostia! Quæ cæli pandis ostium : Bella premunt hostilia: Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino, Sit sempiterna gloria; Qui vitam sine termino, Nobis donet in patriâ. To this most wondrous sacrament we bow O God the Father! O Eternal Son! Ecce Panis. Behold the bread of angels Is made man's sweet repast, And in the Paschal lamb. From sickness, sin, and strife; While on this earth we wander, Do thou, all Good and Wise, The beauty of a holy life Display unto our eyes; And place us at Thy table With those whom Thou hast blest; And give us, with Thine angels, Eternal light and rest. ✪ Salutaris. O Salutary Host! who didst unclose The Gate of Heaven unto our falling race, Behold our bosoms stung with piercing woesBehold, and pitying, lend thy healing grace! To Thee, Thy Father, and the Holy Ghost, Glory eternal, honour, duty, love! Oh! may we yet, amid the starry host, Sing forth Thy praises in Thy home above! Panis Angelicus. Panis angelicus fit panis hominum: Te, trina Deitas unaque, poscimus, Ave verum corpus natum De Maria Virgine! Vere passum immolatum In cruce pro homine; Cujus latus perforatum The food of angels becomes food for man; The types commanded by the laws of old Have lived, and pass'd away. With Christ began The mighty miracle our eyes behold. O strange effect of love, when God descends To give to sinful man his flesh, his blood! Eternal Triune, O fulfil their ends! Give us immortal light with Thee, our God. Ave Verum. Hail! thou true body born From Mary's virgin womb! During the dreadful doom Of cross, and spear, and thorn; Whose godlike side, when torn, Unda fluxit cum sanguine. Esto nobis prægustatum In mortis examine. O dulcis, O pie O Jesu fili Mariæ Miserere nostri. Audi benigne Conditor Vexilla regis prodeunt! Quæ vulnerata lanceæ Impleta sunt quæ concinit Arbor decora et fulgida Tam sancta membra tangere. Beata cujus brachiis Pretium pependit sæculi, Statera facta corporis Tulitque prædam tartari. O Crux! ave spes unica Hoc passionis tempore, Piis adauge gratiam Reisque dele crimina. Te, fons salutis Trinitas, Collaudet omnis Spiritus : Quibus crucis victoriam Largiris adde premium. Pour'd forth a mystic flood Of water blent with blood: For man Thou didst endure this death. Oh! give him in his parting breath, Grace to sustain his pangs like Thee, And pardon for eternity. Audi Benigne. Benignant Lord, thy children's prayers The cleansing gifts of heavenly grace; Our crimes, though many, great, and vile, Seek pardon when with sighs confess'd. Oh! let, like some celestial smile, Thy mercy fall, and make us blest! Grant that, for abstinence and fast Observed these forty days of woe, Our weeping souls aside may cast The robe of sin, and shine like snow ;Grant, O most sacred One and Three, That those who curb their proud desiresWho watch, and fast, and pray, may see The Heaven to which each soul aspires! |