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said Dr. Loquor, "but I see you are fluently acquainted with such subjects." No man on earth could have allied ignorance with her handmaid impudence so well as Tom ; and he uttered these names with as rapid a tone of confidence as if he really had known these authors to be Greeks, and well understood their works. "Well, well," said Dr. Loquor; "I see, Sir, you are a scholar and a gentleman; and I will, therefore, at once speak my purpose to you. Perhaps, Sir, you are aware that I am the Reverend Doctor Loquor, who lately carried that severely-contested election for the lectureship of parish." Now Tom had never heard of any electiou but that for the City of Westminster, at which he had drank most copiously to the success of Sir Francis and his colleague John Cam-except, indeed, the elections for the presidency of the Jolly Fellows' club, the Peep o'Day club, and about twenty other such clubs, into the chair of which he had often himself been elected by triumphant majorities; and, in fact, there wasn't a better president or chairman of such societies in all London than Tom Champerton. Starting from his chair with vivacity, he approached the Reverend Doctor with a dear Sir, heard of your election, My why I participated in all the anxieties of it, and was mortified that those rogues of evangelical dissenters could give the establishment so much trouble." "Ah! my dear Mr. Champerton,” cried the Doctor, you really attach me to you. Yes, Sir, had I not bought over John Morgan, the rich Methodist grocer, by getting for his son a clerkship in Somerset House, d-n the fellow, I beg your pardon for swearing, I should have lost the election hollow. Confound the fellow, what trouble the field-preaching dog gave me, until I stopped his month. Well, Mr. Champerton, now we understand each other, let me tell you in confidence that my object in meeting you is to get-remember, I confide to your secrecy-is to get-that is, to engage you to write for me the weekly sermon which my success at this election obliges me to deliver every Sunday morning at church. You can write a sermon, I suppose ?" "Write a ser

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mon!" replied the voluble Champerton," composition is so much my delight my dear Sir, no species of it is my forte—I am quite au fait at it charmed at your proposal." rend Divine asked Tom to write a Now I verily believe, had the ReveGreek Lexicon, he would have given easy tone of assurance and self-posthe same answer, and with the same Sir," continued Dr. Loquor. "Now, session. "Glad to hear you say so, Sir, be attentive to my directions on the subject. I am experienced in the pulpit, have been a successful preacher for twenty-three years come what an audience most relishes. July next, and surely I should know Well, Mr. Champerton, the style impassioned, and pathetic; not a must be florid, extremely florid, and word of argument, none of your reasoning for your life; but throw in a little severe but indirect disparageing hits against scepticism; no serment of dissenters, and some lashmon will go down now-a-days without some sound and wholesome abuse of infidelity. Let each sermon be about 15 minutes long, as near as possible; for I hold 12 minutes the maximum of a good sernutes to be the minimum, and 20 mihappy medium. And, Mr. Chammon; 15 minutes is the average, the sages which I ought to accompany perton, underscore all those pasby action: a red ink underscore for a wave of my right hand, and a and where I can use my pocketblack ink one for a wave of my left handkerchief with effect, mark the passage with three notes of admirastraining over the cushion would tion. Put also a circumflex where have a good effect; and, my good Sir, as to remuneration, I suppose a guinea each sermon will do; are you satisfied?" "Oh! quite satisfied, Sir, I assure you:"-and I am precisely the same reply, whether convinced Tom would have made Dr. Loquor had offered him ten guineas or ten shillings for each his easy disposition to assent to sermon; so accustomed was he by every thing.

This guinea a-week kept my friend Tom above board, and I saw no more of him for a length of time. At last I called on him at the old place, No. 6, Crow Alley, but found

he had removed to a second floor in Bull Lane. Hither I hied me, and entered his apartment; he was absent, and I had time to make a survey. The street, or rather lane, was retired, but for the noise of a mason's yard on the right, and a smith's forge on the left; and except that the room was low and dark, and the door and window had shrunk to let in the air, and the ceiling dript in three places with the rain, I really thought the apartment comfortable enough, and well adapted to a studions man. On the table lay Tom's writing apparatus, with a paper of notes, or memoranda, which I took the liberty to read; they ran as follows:-" Blair well known Tillotson forgot-St. Paul an apostle, not an evangelist-Luke an evangelist, not an apostle-call Papacy the great w-e of Babylon Moses lived after Abraham-Abraham was Isaac's father-two Jo sephs-the son of Jacob and husband of Mary," &c. From all this I was convinced my friend Tom had been studying divinity; and I was in this thought when he entered the room,so pale, so vexed, and haggard, that I could not resist exclaiming, "E'en such a man drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, and told him half his Troy was burnt." "My dear Tom, how are you?" "Oh! ruined, ruined, ruined, irretrievably undone!" "Why, my dear fellow, if that's all, I could have told you as much at least half a score of years ago." "Ah! don't joke with a man in my distress; it's all up with me." "Why, Tom, what has become of your hilarity, your elasticity of spirits? At one time, no misfortune could depress you."

"But such a misfortune as this!"

Well, but what is it?" "What is it? sit you down, and I'll tell you: no, don't take that chair, for the legs are all broken, and merely stuck in for a shew; here, turn the coal-box on its side, and sit on that. And now, my dear Frank, you must know, that a man can't be always writing sermons, and having them ready to an hour, as a cook has her puddings and dumplings, so I strained a point, and I bought Tillotson's and Isaac Barrow's works, and for the last four Sundays I copied a sermon from Tillotson, that

is, three from Tillotson and one from Dr. Barrow. I copied them beautifully, and gave them to Dr. Loquor, and he" "And he found you out, you mean to say, and sent you to the right about." "Pshaw! Frank, you're so plaguily rude with your interruptions; and you've no more faculty at guessing a catastrophe than the image at the top of Bloomsbury steeple: hang me, if I think you could tell a cow's tail from a bull's horn, if they were less than a yard off." "My dear Tom, you're not very civil in your sorrows; but come, make an end of your griefs, for of all things I hate a long story." "Well, Sir, I intended last Sunday to have written Dr. Loquor an original sermon, by way of a change; but you know I went to dine on Monday with the Peep-o'-Day club, and we all got a little merry, as a man will do on such occasions. Coming home at two in the morning, I sat down to rest on a post, when a huge he Irish watchman comes behind me, and taps me on the shoulder, and says "by Jasus, be off my bate.' Of all things on earth I hate a tap on the shoulder, so I turned round and, saying nothing uncivil to him, I knocked him down. He sprang his rattle; six huge Irishmen, each six feet high, surrounded me. I floored them all, that is, I beat thirty-six feet of bone and muscle. I should have got off, but turning round the corner to make off, I felt the knob of a stick under my ear, which deprived me of all my senses, and I did not recover till I found myself in St. Martin's watch-house." "Ah! my dear Tom, how disgraceful is it to be intoxicated?" "Intoxicated! come, I like that, I never was more sober in my life; but the next morning they took me to Bow Street, I whispered to the magistrate my case, explained to him my antipathy to be touched on the shoulder, and told him that being so touched, my knocking the watchman down was an involuntary spasmodic motion, a sort of chemico-electrical action of the arm. But the magistrate, a vulgar fellow, could not at all enter into my feelings ás a gentleman; he sided with the watchman, although the rascal told the most thundering lie. What do you think, Frank?

the scoundrel swore to the magistrate that I had knocked his eye out, when there were his eyes in his head all the time, and swelled to four times the size you ever saw eye in your life; and yet, in spite of this evidence of his perjury, the magistrate held me to bail for an assault. Where could I get bail? I remained in durance vile all Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday; but on Friday I got released, for my kind-hearted landlady made her husband and his brother, a teadealer, stand my sureties. On Friday evening, then, I got to my lodgings, and on Saturday morning I had to take my sermon on Temperance to Dr. Loquor. All composition was driven out of my head by the knob of the watchman's stick; but I had by me one of Dr. Barrow's best sermons, which I had copied a month before.-I took it to Dr. Loquor on the Saturday. He paid me my guinea, and preached it on the Sunday to a fashionable audience. On Monday, I got a note to come to him. On entering the room, he said, in an insolent, angry voice, "Why, Mr. Champerton, what has got into you of late? You used to do very well, but, positively, for the last five weeks, your sermons have been the most dull, heavy, prosing things imaginable-set all my congregation in a dose.-I always keep my eye on the pew of the Duke of

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and leave off when I think his Grace wishes it-but, hang me, if his Grace hasn't, for the last five Sundays, gone off in a snore before I had through a third of my discourse.' "Ha, ha, ha!-Well, my dear Tom, what does all this prove, but that you write better sermons than Messrs. Tillotson and Barrow."-" Pshaw, my dear Frank, how you talk.. Tillotson and Barrow were my stock in trade, my cargo, my bank, on which I intended to draw most copiously, and here is my whole scheme blown up to atoms.-I gave 11s. 6d. for the two sets of works, and now they turn out useless to me. I have offered them to four book stalls, and the highest price I can get for them is 3s. 9d.-All say, Heavy works, Sir, won't sell.'-But I have done my washerwoman, Frank; the old hag has been bit by a religious

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Tarantula, and I have got her to take Tillotson and Barrow as a payment of thirteen weeks' washingbills, amounting to 19s. 4d.-I could never have got out of her debt else."

"But, come, come, Tom, this wild way of proceeding will never do for you- your health and youth will not last for ever, and I have, therefore, got you a permanent birth.”— "Have you, my dear Frank; you were always my most considerate friend, and your kindness comes in the nick of time, for Tillotson and Barrow have quite blown me out of the graces of the Rev. Dr. Loquor. He told me he should never fancy my sermons again; I had so prosed both him and his congregation.""Well, Tom, I have made my uncle Sellervote, the proprietor and member of the borough of Marketburgh, get you a place under government. You will have a salary of 10s. a-day, and nothing to do-only keep yourself sober, and out of scrapes-be loyal, praise the present order of things-be humble to the big ones, and stop your deistical tongue, and you'll be safe and comfortable for life, without writing sermons or pilfering from Tillotson or Barrow. Now, my dear fellow, remember this one great truth, that you are fit for nothing on earth but a place under government; and if, by your folly, you throw yourself out of the birth my uncle Sellervote has procured you, you sink irretrievably."

The fall from wealth to want had made Tom profligate and dissipated; but as soon as he was restored to the decencies of life, and felt the comforts of property, the contrast rendered him careful and regular. I had the pleasure, for twenty years, to see him walk past my window to his office, as punctually as the chime of the Horse-guards clock; and his well-powdered wig, his prim hat, and well-brushed coat and boots, gave him the appearance of a respectable gentleman of the old school. At length, he was gathered to his fathers: I saw him in his last hours, when his thoughts were bent on futurity; a few minutes before he breathed his last, he grasped my hand, and, looking in my face with almost preternatural anxiety, be uttered in a low and feeble but solemn tone, My mind has recalled the

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whole scene of my life.-Oh, my excellent friend, you have been kind ness itself to me, and heaven will yes, my dying spirit tells me, heaven will reward you - we shall meet again." These were the last words he uttered. I closed his eyes-I

followed him to the grave, and I
erected to his memory a decent tomb-
stone o'er which I often muse upon
the scenes of many-coloured life-
recall the past, and think upon the
future.
D. E. W.

ON THE PRESENT STATE OF SPAIN AND PORTUGAL.

transplanted grow and prosper. The Italians in Spain verify this position; they have not only prospered, but they are become so at

residence of a few years even their native language is almost forgotten. What a difference is there between them and the old German innkeeper whom I met with in Carlotta.This old man, who came from Nassau, had been upwards of fifty years in Andalusia. As soon as he saw me, he asked if I could speak German, as he had long been denied an opportunity of conversing in his native tongue. He preserved such a fondness for his native country, as to assert, that the Principality of Nassau was more fertile than the whole of Spain. His son, however, assured me, that his father spoke very differently after he had drank a bottle of good Xeres. It was delightful to observe the neatness which reigned in the house and family of this German. He had preserved the patriarchal customs of his own country. At twelve o'clock in the day one of his daughters, a pretty Spanish girl eight years old, came to him, and he extended his hand for her to kiss in the attitude of an Abraham.--A slice of bread and an apple followed this ceremony.

THE Spanish Constitution owes its existence to the city of Andalusia, where it was first proclaimed in the year 1812. It was revived in 1820 at Las Cabizas, a borough attached to the country, that after a a few leagues from Cadiz. The birth-place of liberty could not have been more delightfully chosen. The sky of Andalusia is azure and gold. The country abounds in orange-groves and olive-trees in constant vegetation. This was the spot chosen by the Arabs for their place of residence. The Andalusians partake much of the appearance of their Arabian ancestors; their eyes are black and sparkling, and they have bushy beards and aquiline noses. Gifted with great volubility, fond of elegance, gallant to the fair sex, bold and full of vivacity, they resemble little the Spaniards of other provinces. They are almost constantly on horseback and armed, sometimes but rarely as honest men, frequently as smugglers or robbers. Their imagination is poetical, and their language as figurative as that of the Orientals. A Muleteer, who accompanied me one day, asked me which I thought the most powerful nation, Spain or England? I replied, "England." You are mistaken, Sir," said he, proudly.-Cuando se nombra Espana todas las naciones tiembleu.(When Spain is mentioned, all nations tremble.) At another time, when I asked him if a mule which he brought me was quiet, he replied,-" El es manso como el sueno" (he is as quiet as sleep.) I found in Andalusia a great number of Italians, who followed the profession of innkeepers and coffeehouse-keepers. He who called man "The Man Plant," had reason on his side. We must allow that man like plants and trees

A journey in Portugal or Spain is equal to a military campaign:scarcity of provisions, ambuscades, dangers, inconveniences, bivouacs; in fact, every thing except glory. I thought that the Portuguese, were it only on account of the enmity which they bear to the Spaniards, and for the pleasure of being in opposition to their neighbours, would be more cleanly, more nice, and more commodiously lodged than they.— Alas! They are, in all respects, the rivals of the Spaniards. To give

you a just idea of the inns of Portugal, last night, at Moita, the rats devoured a large guinea-hen which I had ordered to be brought into my room; they did not even spare the bones. French wolves are less voracious than the rats of the inns in this country.

If I had not read the history of Portugal, I had only to remark the manner in which the Portuguese peasantry offer a salutation, to judge that they were a people who had long lived under oppression. When they perceive a traveller, even at a distance, they take off their large hats, and almost drag them along the ground: Lavater would have recognised by this act, that the Portuguese people are more docile and respectful towards the rich and noble than the Spaniards. The mode of salutation is not an indifferent feature with the observer: it almost always indicates the degree of liberty or slavery of a nation. The Orientals throw themselves on their knees, and cross their arms. The Swiss and the English merely extend their head, and remain covered. Before the revolution, the French peasant bowed to the ground before the Marquis of his village; in the present day, he salutes Peers themselves as his equals.

In all the villages which I have passed, I have found the men robust, and possessing an agreeable physiognomy. The scull of the Spanish and Portuguese is square, and of a majestic scructure: I have no where seen finer foreheads, even in the heads of the schools of Athens and Raphael. It appears to me that if Spurzheim were to observe their sculls, he would find the organ of conquest well delineated. They are formed à la Cæsar, and à la Napoléon. The physiognomy of the Portuguese is expressive; but what most surprised me was its variety. There exist people who appear formed in the same mould, as for example the Chinese the Austrians and the English. In the English Garrison at Gibraltar, which is composed of more than 5000 men, I should have had much trouble to distinguish two different faces; whilst in Portugal, on the contrary, a painter might choose at a country meeting the various features for a picture.

You are, perhaps, surprised that I have not yet mentioned a single word on politics. But, what could I tell you? I have passed through this kingdom without having remarked a single index of its regeneration. The ancient edifice is still standing. They have announced, they have even solemnly sworn that they would again raise the constitutional edifice, but to this day there exists only the façade of this monument, the Constitution.

If it be true that Ulysses was the founder of Lisbon, we must admire his good taste as well as his genius. The city is most enchantingly situ ated. It has a harbour which is truly worthy of Europe; from my window I explore the Tagus and its left bank. What a pity it is that there should be here, as in Spain, an antipathy against trees. I flattered myself, that during a century the English would have ornamented the banks of this majestic flood with trees, shrubberies, gardens, and country houses; but they have enjoyed themselves in Portugal with the hand of a master. Egotists even in a greater degree than monks, they have not made a single amelioration during the number of years they have possessed this colony.

The revolution which took place in Oporto, the 24th August, 1820, was it not similar in its motives and execution to that which took place in 1640? At that period the country groaned under the yoke of the Spaniards. To save it several fidalgues (gentlemen) formed a union at Lisbon; they deposed the Spanish au thorities and placed the Duke of Braganza, who had some preten, sions to it, on the throne; imme diately after, the Cortes of the king dom were convoked and ordered to obey the new government.

In 1820, Portugal groaned under the influence of the English: several landholders and gentlemen united with Oporto to deliver their country; they deposed the regency of Lisbon, recalled their exiled king from Brazil, by way of England, and reunited the Cortes to lay the foundation of a new government.

If then so many praises were bestowed on the revolution of 1640, why should they not likewise be bestowed on that which has just

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