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obtain intelligence from the fountain-head. j outcry. The government did not venture, in The galleries presented the appearance of a opposition to a feeling so strong and general, modern club-room at an anxious time. They to enforce a regulation of which the legality were full of people enquiring whether the might well be questioned. Since that time Dutch mail was in, what tidings the express ten years had elapsed, and during those from France had brought, whether John years the number and influence of the coffeeSobiesky had beaten the Turks, whether the houses had been constantly increasing. FoDoge of Genoa was really at Paris. These reigners remarked that the coffee-house was were matters about which it was safe to talk that which especially distinguished London aloud. But there were subjects concerning from all other cities; that the coffee-house which information was asked and given in was the Londoner's home, and that those who whispers. Had Halifax got the better of wished to find a gentleman commonly asked, Rochester? Was there to be a Parliament ? not whether he lived in Fleet Street or Was the Duke of York really going to Scot-Chancery Lane, but whether he frequented land ? Had Monmouth really been sum- the Grecian or the Rainbow. Nobody was moned from the Hague ? Men tried to read excluded from these places who laid down his the countenance of every minister as he went penny at the bar. Yet every rank and prothrough the throng to and fro from the royal fession, and every shade of religious and pocloset. All sorts of auguries were drawn litical opinion, had its own head quarters. from the tone in which His Majesty spoke to There were houses near Saint James's Park the Lord President, or from the laugh with where fops congregated, their heads and which His Majesty honoured a jest of the shoulders covered with black or flaxen wigs, Lord Privy Seal; and in a few hours the not less ample than those which are now hopes and fears inspired by such slight indi-worn by the Chancellor and by the Speaker cations had spread to all the coffee-houses of the House of Commons. The wig came from Saint James's to the Tower.
from Paris and so did the rest of the fine The coffee-house must not be dismissed gentleman's garments, his embroidered coat, with a cursory mention. It might indeed at his fringed gloves, and the tassel which upthat time have been not improperly called a held his pantaloons. The conversation was most important political institution. No Par- in that dialect which, long after it had ceased liament had sat for years. The municipal | to be spoken in fashionable circles, continued, council of the City had ceased to speak the in the mouth of Lord Foppington, to excite sense of the citizens. Public meetings, the mirth of theatres. The atmosphere was harangues, resolutions, and the rest of the like that of a perfumer's shop. Tobacco in modern machinery of agitation had not yet any other form than that of richly scented come into fashion. Nothing resembling the snuff was held in abomination. If any clown, modern newspaper existed. In such circum- ignorant of the usages of the house, called for stances the coffee-houses were the chief organs a pipe, the sneers of the whole assembly and through which the public opinion of the me- the short answers of the waiters soon con. tropolis vented itself.
vinced him that he had better go somewhere The first of these establishments had been else. Nor, indeed, would he have had far to set up by a Turkey merchant, who had ac go. For, in general the coffee-rooms reeked quired among the Mahometans a taste for with tobacco like a guard-room: and strangers their favourite beverage. The convenience sometimes expressed their surprise that so of being able to make appointments in any many people should leave their own firesides part of the town, and of being able to pass to sit in the midst of eternal fog and stench. evenings socially at a very small charge, was Nowhere was the smoking more constant so great that the fashion spread fast. Every | than Will's. That celebrated house, situated man of the upper or middle class went daily between Covent Garden and Bow Street, was to his coffee-house to learn the news and to sacred to polite letters. There the talk was discuss it. Every coffee-house had one or about poetical justice and the unities of place more orators to whose eloquence the crowd and time. There was a faction for Perrault listened with admiration, and who soon be- and the moderns, a faction for Boileau and came what the journalists of our time have the ancients. One group debated whether been called, a fourth Estate of the realm. Paradise Lost ought not to have been in The Court had long seen with uneasiness the rhyme. To another an envious poetaster growth of this new power in the state. An demonstrated that Venice Preserved ought to attempt had been made, during Danby's ad- have been hooted from the stage. Under no ministration, to close the coffee-houses. But roof was a greater variety of figures to be men of all parties missed their usual places of seen. There were Earls in stars and garters, resort so much that there was an universal | clergymen in cassocks and bands, pert Temp. fars, sheepish lads from the Universities, of the Green that led toward the church the translators and index makers in ragged coats broken line of thatched cottages was con. of frieze. The great press was to get near tinued nearly to the church-yard gate ; but the chair where John Dryden sate. In win- on the opposite, north-western side there ter that chair was always in the warmest nook was nothing to obstruct the view of gentlyby the fire ; in summer it stood in the bal- swelling meadows, and wooded valley, and cony. To bow to the Laureate, and to hear dark masses of distant hills. The rich undu. his opinion of Racine's last tragedy or of lating district of Loamshire to which HayBossu's treatise on epic poetry, was thought slope belonged lies close to a grim outskirt of a privilege. A pinch from his snuff-box was Stonyshire, overlooked by its barren hills, as an honour sufficient to turn the head of a a pretty blooming sister may sometimes be young enthusiast. There were coffee-houses seen linked in the arm of a rugged, tall, where the first medical men might be con- swarthy brother; and in two or three hours' sulted. Doctor John Radcliffe, who, in 1685, ride the traveler might exchange a bleak, rose to the largest practice in London, came treeless region, intersected by lines of cold daily, at the hour when the Exchange was gray stone, for one where his road wound full, from his house in Bow Street, then a under the shelter of the woods, or upswellfashionable part of the capital, to Garraway's, ing hills, muffled with hedgerows and long and was to be found, surrounded by surgeons meadow-grass and thick corn; and where at and apothecaries, at a particular table. There every turn he came upon some fine old coun. were Puritan coffee-houses where no oath try-seat nestled in the valley or crowning the was heard, and where lank-haired men dis- | slope, some homestead with its long length of cussed election and reprobation through their barn and its cluster of golden ricks, some noses; Jew coffee-houses where dark-eyed gray steeple looking out from a pretty con. money changers from Venice and Amsterdam fusion of trees and thatch and dark-red tiles. greeted each other; and Popish coffee-houses It was just such a picture as this last that Haywhere, as good Protestants believed, Jesuits slope church had made to the traveler as he planned, over their cups, another great fire, began to mount the gentle slope leading to it and cast silver bullets to shoot the King. pleasant uplands, and now from his station
LORD MACAULAY. near the Green he had before him in ono
view nearly all the other typical features of this pleasant land. High up against the
horizon were the huge conical masses of hill, LAURA IN HEAVEN.
like giant mounds intended to fortify this reRaised by my thought, I found the region where gion of corn and grass against the keen and She whom I seek, but here on earth in vain,
hungry winds of the north, not distant enough Dwells among those who the third heaven gain, to be clothed in purple mystery, but with And saw her lovelier and less haughty there.
somber greenish sides visibly speckled with She took my hand and said—“In this bright sphere, sheep, whose motion was only revealed by Unless my wish deceive, we meet again:
memory, not detected by sight; wooed from Lo! I am she who caused thee strife and pain,' day to day by the changing hours, but reAnd closed my day before the eve was near.
sponding with no change in themselves-left My bliss no human thought can understand:
forever grim and sullen after the flush of I wait for thee alone--my fleshly veil
morning, the winged gleams of the April noonSo loved by thee is by the grave retained."
day, the parting crimson glory of the ripenShe ceased, ah why? and why let loose my hand? ing summer sun. And directly below them Such chaste and tender words could so prevail, the eye rested on a more advanced line of A little more, I had in heaven remained.
hanging woods, divided by bright patches of pasture or furrowed crops, and not yet deepened into the uniform leafy curtain of high summer, but still showing the warm tints of
the young oak and the tender green of the AN ENGLISH LANDSCAPE AND A COUN
ash and lime. Then came the valley, where TRY CONGREGATION.
the woods grew thicker, as if they had rolled
down and hurried together from the patches FROM "ADAM BEDE.”
left smooth on the slope, that they might The Green lay at the extremity of the vil-take the better care of the tall mansion which lage, and from it the road branched off in lifted its parapets and sent its faint blue two directions, one leading farther up the summer smoke among them. Doubtless there hill by the church, and the other winding was a large swoop of park and a broad, glassy gently down toward the valley. On the side | pool in front of that mansion, but the swell
ing slope of meadow would not let our life under a new form. But both stylos of traveler see them from the village green. He wit were treated with equal contempt by Mr. saw, instead, a foreground which was just as Joshua Rann. Mr. Rann's leathern apron lovely-the level sunlight lying like trans- and subdued grimness can leave no one in parent gold among the gently-curving stems any doubt that he is the village shoemaker; of the feathered grass and the tall red sorrel, the thrusting out of his chin and stomach, and the white umbels of the hemlocks lining and the twirling of his thumbs, are more the bushy hedgerows. It was that moment subtle indications, intended to prepare unin summer when the sound of the scythe be- wary strangers for the discovery that they ing whetted makes us cast more lingering are in the presence of the parish clerk. looks at the flower-sprinkled tresses of the “Old Joshway," as he is irreverently called meadows.
by his neighbors, is in a state of simmering He might have seen other beauties in the indignation ; but he has not yet opened his landscape if he had turned a little in his sad- lips except to say, in a resounding bass undle and looked eastward, beyond Jonathan dertone, like the tuning of a violoncello, Burge's pasture and wood-yard toward the “Sehon, King of the Amorites; for His green corn fields and walnut-trees of the Hall mercy endureth forever; and Og, the King of Farm; but apparently there was more in- Basan; for His mercy endureth foreverterest for him in the living groups close at a quotation which may seem to have slight hand. Every generation in the village was bearing on the present occasion, but, as with there, from “old Feyther Taft” in his brown every other anomaly, adequate knowledge worsted night-cap, who was bent nearly will show it to be a natural sequence. Mr. double, but seemed tough enough to keep on Rann was inwardly maintaining the dignity his legs a long while, leaning on his short of the Church in the face of this scandalous stick, down to the babies with their little irruption of Methodism; and as that dignity round heads lolling forward in quilted linen was bound up with his own sonorous uttercaps. Now and then there was a new ar- ances of the responses, his argument naturally rival ; perhaps a slouching laborer, who, suggested a quotation from the psalm he had having eaten his supper, came out to look at read the last Sunday afternoon. the unusual scene with a slow bovine gaze,
GEORGE ELIOT. willing to hear what any one had to say in explanation of it, but by no means excited enough to ask a question. But all took care not to join the Methodists on the Green, and
JUGGLING JERRY.1 identify themselves in that way with the expected audience, for there was not one of
[GEORGE MEREDITH, born in Hampshire, 1828. H. them that would not have disclaimed the im
was educated for the legal profession, but devoted him. putation of having come out to hear the self to that of literature. He has laboured industriously “preacher-woman” - they had only come and well; and has been recognized as one of the best out to see “ what war-a-goin' on, like.” The
class of contemporary novelists. “In his poetry," says men were chiefly gathering in the neighbor- one of his critics, “ we can trace the same qualities hood of the blacksmith's shop. But do not
which have made his Evan Harrington and his Richard imagine them gathered in a knot. Villagers
Feverel such pleasant reading, namely, much humour never swarm ; a whisper is unknown among joined to very uncommon powers of observation and them, and they seem almost as incapable
graphic painting." His chief works are: The Shaving of an undertone as a cow or a stag.
of Shagpat; Farina, a legend of Cologne ; Emilia in Your true rustic turns his back on his in
England; Rhoda Fleming; Vittoria; and his latest terlocutor, throwing a question over his (1872) The Adventures of Harry Richmond.] shoulder as if he meant to run away from the answer, and walking a step or two farther off Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes : when the interest of the dialogue culminates. | By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. So the group in the vicinity of the black - It's nigh my last above the daisies : smith's door was by no means a close one, | My next leafʼll be man's blank page. and formed no screen in front of Chad Cran. | Yes, my old girl! and it's no use crying: age, the blacksmith himself, who stood with Juggler, constable, king, must bow. his black brawny arms folded, leaning against
One that outjuggles all's been spying the door-post, and occasionally sending forth
Long to have me, and he has me now. a bellowing laugh at his own jokes, giving them a marked preference over the sarcasms! From Modern Love and Poems of the English Roadside, of Wiry Ben, who had renounced the pleas- by George Meredith. London: Chapman and Hall, ures of the Holy Bush for the sake of seeing | 1862.
Often we've hung our pots in the gorse.
You, and I, and the old gray horse. Races, and fairs, and royal occasions,
Found us coming to their call: Now they'll miss us at our stations:
There's a Juggler outjuggles all!
Honest we've lived since we've been ona
You danced bright as a bit o' the sun.
All night we kiss'd—we juggled all day.
Now from his old girl he's juggled away.
IX. Up goes the lark, as if all were jolly!
It's past parsons to console us: Over the duck-pond the willow shakes.
No, nor no doctor fetch for me: Easy to think that grieving's folly,
I can die without my bolus; When the hand's firm as driven stakes! | Two of a trade, lass, never agree! Ay! when we're strong, and braced, and manful, Parson and Doctor!-don't they love rarely, Life's a sweet fiddle: but we're a batch
Fighting the devil in other men's fields! Born to become the Great Juggler's han'ful: Stand up yourself and match him fairly: Balls he shies up, and is safe to catch.
Then see how the rascal yields !
Finery while his poor helpmate grubs:
wicket? | Coin I've stored, and you won't be wanting :: Like an old world those days appear!
You shan't beg from the troughs and tubs. Donkey, sheep, geese, and thatch'd ale-house-I Nobly you've stuck to me, though in his kitchem know them!
Many a marquis would hail you cook! They are old friends of my halts, and seem, | Palaces you could have ruled and grown rich in. Somehow, as if kind thanks I owe them :
But your old Jerry you never forsook. Juggling don't hinder the heart's esteem.
Hand up the chirper! ripe ale winks in it;
Let's have comfort and be at peace.
Once a stout draught made me light as a linnet. Holding one's own makes us juggle no little;
Cheer up! the Lord must have his lease.
May be-for none see in that black hollowBut, to increase it, hard juggling's the rule.
It's just a place where we're held in pawn, You that are sneering at my profession, Haven't you juggled a vast amount?
And, when the Great Juggler makes as to swallow, There's the Prime Minister, in one Session,
It's just the sword-trick-I ain't quite gone! Juggles more games than my sins 'll count.
Yonder came smells of the gorse, so nutty,
Gold-like and warm : it's the prime of May.
| Better than mortar, brick, and putty,
| Is God's house on a blowing day. I've made bread from the bump of wonder:
Lean me more up the mound; now I feel it: That's my business, and there's my tale.
All the old heath-smells! Ain't it strange? Fashion and rank all praised the professor:
There's the world laughing, as if to conceal it, Ay! and I've had my smile from the Queen :
But He's by us, juggling the change.
I mind it well, by the sea-beach lying,
Once-it's long gone—when two gulls we beI've studied men from my topsy-turvy
held, Close, and, I reckon, rather true.
Which, as the moon got up, were flying Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy:
Down a big wave that spark'd and swell’d. Most, a dash between the two.
Crack! went a gun: one fell : the second But it's a woman, old girl, that makes me Wheel'd round him twice, and was off for new Think more kindly of the race:
luck: And it's a woman, old girl, that shakes me There in the dark her white wing beckon'd:When the Great Juggler I must face,
Drop me a kiss-I'm the bird dead-struck!
THE DWARF AND THE INVISIBLE CAP.
around you. Try its virtues at home, and
leave the rest to me; only clean out that bag THE DWARF AND THE INVISIBLE
you have got there, for, unless I am sadly deCAP.
ceived, you will soon have occasion to fill it A HARZ LEGEND. 1
with something better." Shepherd Jacob's greatest pleasure was his dwarf, and made an attempt to try its virtue
Jacob took the wonderful cap from tho bugpipes. Almost before the morning dawned
even before he reached his hut. Well, the he was puffing upon them, and he puffed away
sheep came running against him, and not even at night when all other honest people were his own children could find him out when he in bed. Though this afforded much pleasure
called them by name with the cap on his head. to Jacob, it was not so well relished by his
He now gave himself implicitly up to the dineighbours.
rection of the dwarf. In a cavern of the mountain upon which
| The day afterwards Jacob and the dwarf set Jacob generally took his seat lived a dwarf, l out with their caps on their heads. and two who, at the christenings and weddings of the empty wallets under their arms, to the castle surrounding country, made himself very useful
of the knight. During the bridal ceremony by lending the people knives and pewter plates. they nlaced themselve
they placed themselves upon the large round Wherever he found a good reception the dwarf
table, around which the bridegroom and bride proved very friendly, and was well liked by all.
and the principal guests were to sit. The Now to this dwarf, the eternal puffing that
dwarf then instructed the tittering shepherd went on above his head became very tiresome; |
in the part he was to perform. he therefore one day took his way up the moun
In the course of an hour the whole company tain, and with much politeness requested the
entered the room in pairs, and all took the shepherd to give up his music for a little; but
at | places which were pointed out to them accordJacob, casting a contemptuous look on the
ing to their several dignities, little suspecting diminutive figure before him, insolently an
the presence of any other guests. swered, “What right have you to command
And now the frolic began. The invisible me? And what does it signify to me though
dwarf pulled out the pins which fastened the your head should ache again when I blow my
myrtle garland on the bride's head, and Jacob pipes ?” And from this time Jacob blew away
pushed a large dish out of the hand of the more furiously at his bagpipes than ever.
butler which splashed the gravy over the scoldThe dwarf resolved on revenge, but concealed
ing guests. Meanwhile the bridal wreath fell his anger under the mask of friendship, and
from the head of the bride--a bad omen, which strove to win by degrees the confidence of the
might well wrinkle the brow of the old ladies, shepherd. He soon succeeded in this; for he
| and set the younger ones a whispering. had wit enough to praise the exquisite melody
A pause ensued, in which the guests, who of his pipes, and gradually wrought himself
waited the filling of the bumpers to resume into his full confidence, entertaining him with
the conversation, set their jaws briskly in a thousand merry stories, for the sake of listen
motion. ing to which the shepherd would sometimes
But, good saints defend us! What was the forget his darling pipes for half a day. At last
surprise of the whole company when, on the the dwarf invited the shepherd to a party at
appearance of the second course, they stretched which he promised him a great deal of pleasure.
their hands out towards the delicates—scarcely “Knight Fegesack, who lives in yonder castle,” |
ey had they got a morsel on their forks and raised said he, “celebrates his wedding to-morrow; it to their months ere it was snatched away by he once set his dogs after me to hound method
the dwarf or by Jacob, who crammed it with from his court when carrying some plates to
much laughter into their invisible wallets. his servant to help at a christening. There
The guests opened their eyes wider and wider will be gathered together those great people of
- their faces lengthened more and morethe country who look with such contempt upon
silence, like that of midnight in a cemetery, us and our acorns; we will go thither, and give
| reigned throughout the whole room- knives, them a little sauce to their mirth. Here,
mouths, jaws, were laid at rest, while each Jacob, is an invisible cap: if you put it on
gaped in blank astonishment upon his neighyour head nobody will be able to see you,
bour. Flagon after flagon, cup after cup, now though you see everything that is going on
disappeared from the table, and still the thief 1 From Foreign Tales and Traditions, translated by
lated by remained invisible! Well might the hair of George Godfrey Cunningham.
| the guests now begin to rise on end; every.