and of one quarter of the present century, will be swallowed up in one Aaron of the next.

"The sound of sighing and of wailing wide

Will rouse each master from his morning sleep;

His rod will ring with wo, and all the land will weep!"

Dine with a march-of-intellect man, and only observe the downcast eyes of his pale-faced trembling wife-the knit brows of his sullen sons-the sulky sorrows of his joy-denied daughters, who, to escape the cruelties of that unnatural thraldom, would elope even with the devil or a dancing master. All that comes of your hardhearted, hard-headed, music-painting-and-poetry-despising, utilitarian, intellectual, all-in-all educationists, who know nothing so admirable as a steam-engine, and would wish to see the whole world worked by machinery. Flog away, then, old monkey-and, young monkey, squall in vain to the sky-for, "Lord help thee, silly one," there are no bowels now in heaven or on earth, and thy only comfort must be in thy agony, that the day may come, when thou wilt see that grim pedagogue a pauper-for there will be no Poor Laws then-torn by curs, with whom he is disputing a bone in the kennel of the street, while the stern street-keeper will scourge him off his beat, with a besom, to which that, under whose iron ribs thou now shriek'st, is a rod of Roses without a

Thorn.

The schoolmaster is abroad indeed! Then, say we, the clergyman must send him home, and a committee of such of the householders of the parish as still go to church, must frequently and narrowly inspect and examine him among his urchins, that he may not, by application of the unresting rod, render them for ever incapable of following any sedentary profession; and since he does not believe in the punishments of a future world, they must restrain him by a constant fear, and a frequent taste, of those of the present; such as dismissal, fine, imprisonment, and pillory; for of all murderers, depend upon it, an infidel schoolmaster, when once he gets fairly abroad, will be the cruellest and

most accurst.

Plate fourth, two Monkeys gallop

ing on an Ass, either from or to the devil-we hope the latter-is full of affrighted motion. We cannot say that we altogether understand it. "What, ho! does the devil drive-then we must needs get on," leaves us rather in the dark. It is, however, remarkable, that the mind frequently derives very great pleasure from what it but halfand-half comprehends the meaning of

and it is so with ours in studying this monkey-ridden donkey. Perhaps it is a sort of unintended sequel to the "Schoolmaster is Abroad," and a couple of his pupils-parlour-boarders too-one of them at least, who has got a belt round his waist-are off and away out of his reach, on an animal appropriate to the establishment. They seem both fair ass-men, and as the one behind has hold of the donkey's tail with one hand, and that of his schoolfellow with the other, while the one before has twisted his fingers in the mane of the thistle-chewer, both in equal desperation indenting their toes into his sides, there is every prospect of their arriving unspilt at the end of their journey," Quod felix faustumque sit," is the earnest prayer of their present well-wisher. The style in which the alarmed ass lays back his ears, is only to be equalled by that in which he flings up his heels, which, together with retroverted eye, open jaws, and blown belly, give us a lively idea of the Flying Childers. He cannot be going at less than the rate of ten miles an hour, and probably imagines, for fear is a gross exaggerator, that his velocity is that of a hundred. Were you to ask him where he is going, he would find some difficulty, we shrewdly suspect, in answering your question. If he carries on long so, he will not be able to fetch a bray for a fortnight. He is not only a useful, but positively a noble animal.

We took

So much for Part First. up Part Second with some little anxiety, for how seldom is the second of anything so good as the first? But, here, it is perhaps on the whole even better. "Hookey Walker" we are hardly up to-he is probably a portrait of some well-known kiddy about town. In a sort of bang-up great coat, with check handkerchief, enormous whiskers, cast-away hat, picked from the dunghill, scampishly ornamented with a stump of a tobacco-pipethe thumb of one outspread hand

planted on the side of his snub-nose, and its little finger joined to the thumb of the other hand, similarly outspread -as much as to say-"how are you off for soap? up to trap, eh?" He hurkles along, curtailed of his fair proportions, a perfect picture, certainly, of a finished low blackguard. Is that anything near the truth of the matter, our dear Landseer? If not, pray pardon our stupidity, and recollect that we have not been in town for twenty years, nor ever seen the original.

But the originals in Plate Second we have seen dancing on board a guard ship in sea-port. Jack and Poll, engaged in a Jig

"When first I saw thee graceful move,
Ah me! what meant my throbbing heart!
Say, soft confusion, was it Love?
If Love thou art, then farewell rest."

Our male monkey here has the inexpressible Jack-Tar face to its utmost perfection. Take him for all in all, he is truly an able seaman. The swelling on the tobacco-side of the cheek, which, you may observe, is always that which happens at the time to be the weather one, is scarcely perceptible through the wrinkles of the love-grin betokening his ecstacies. You might chuck a quartern of blue ruin, pewter and all, down his throat, for his mouth gapes in delight, as if he were about to bite off Poll's head in his passion.

His eyes bright as new snuffed tallows-his near ear eagerly cocked up into a point-his black wiped wizen-his white straw hat, adhering to his pericranium by some principle known but to itself-his bent knees, thin thighs so whitely trowsered-splay feet, pumped and festooned on the instep with a bunch of ribbon -long, loose, pendent arms, with hands hanging away from wrists that show their bones from the short cuffs of the jacket-and then such a jacket, at which you give but a single glance, for from beneath the grotesque fun damental feature its cut displays, in stead of from the nape of the neck, hangs down Jack's queue or tail, an ell and a nail long at the very least, and curling and twisting through its whole length, the tip a little turned up, just avoiding to brush the dust off the deck-there he dances-Jack's alive indeed-nor would he change places, not he indeed, with the Lord High Admiral. No wonder. For look

at Pretty Poll, the Wapping Wurgin! Never looked monkey so modest. Her lips primly closed against the coming kiss; eyes cast down to the deck, half in bashfulness, half in admiration of Jack's jigging feet, which do indeed irresistibly heel and toe the plank— mutch with long loose flying lappels, and ribband on the top of the head in the shape of a shamrock, a tempting trefoil indeed-in an old cut-down full-dress captain's uniform, by way of a gown or jacket, check apron patched about the knee with new, and her tail delicately hidden to the very tip within her red rustling petticoatwhy, no wonder that Jack, being a man, a monkey, and a British sailor, is madly in love-no wonder that he swears by all the saints and sinners in the fleet, that he will get spliced to Poll that very night,

"For Love is Heaven, and Heaven is

Love!"

Plates Third and Fourth are both excellent-Duelling and Drunkenness. So-so-the country, we presume, neighbourhood of Chalk farm? excellent duelling ground-a sign-post, in shape not unlike a gallows, with this ominous direction or announcement, "Rubbish shot here," and such principals and such seconds! The first eager, in an agony of fear, for accom'modation of all differences, on any terms, even on the most abject mutual apologies; the second, resolute and bloodthirsty, enraged at the thought of being defrauded of the fray by their respective poltroons. Turn over a new leaf, and, lo! two Monkeys staggering home from a debauch. This is the way to shew up the vice. It is as good as one of the best bits of Macnish. They have got drunk on pot after pot of porter-with a few final noggins of gin-one apparently rather the drunker of the two-laughing drunk-and disposed to sit down, imagining himself at home-and almost looking as if he were going to try to sing the other, apparently the drunker of the two likewise, weeping drunk, and wondering, and of his wondering finding no end, if it be written in the book of fate that he is ever again in this wicked world to see the house in which he was born, twenty-four years ago, and has lived in, he conjectures, till within some unintelligible event, but in what street, of what town, and what num

ber on the brassplate on the door, he would, if he could articulate, frankly confess he had utterly forgotten! But we cannot now comment farther upon the duellists or drunkards; for our great monthly coach parcel (an additional pair of horses is allowed the mail on that day) has just been rolled through the outer and inner shops right into the Sanctum, by half-a-dozen porters-cords cut-ten ply of strongest brown ripped off-and, lo! on the very top of the supply,-Part Third of Monkeyana, lying snug and soft in thinnest silk-and not a wrin

kle or crease on the ingenious emble matical frontispiece!

It is positively the best of the three. The first plate in the number, with the motto Great skill have they in Palmistry," is, it appears to our recollection, a parody, it may be said, on Sir Joshua's famous picture of the same subject. The grouping of the principal figures is the same, but in Sir Joshua's, the nymph who holds out her delicate hand and arm, her most sweet, and fair, and dainty palm, to the fortune-teller, is of ducal descent, and he who represents her lover is, if we remember aright,-if wrong, 'tis of no consequence,-a portrait of her noble brother ;-where as, here, the nymph is only my la dy's maid, and her lover, my lord duke's favourite black footman, both represented by monkeys. My lady's monkey-maid is in a truly languishing love-sick condition, and listens to the old monkey witch, with a face of leering fear that is exceedingly touching -lying all the while amorously, but by no means immodestly-for she is far from being a naughty nymphbetween the supporting knees of the enamoured negro, her head, from which the leghorn has fallen back, with its flaunting ribbandry, resting on his shoulder, while one of Blackie's hands is protectingly placed across her neck, and the other held out open-fingered, in astonishment at the sibyl's predictions. His brightbound, glistening, cockaded, full dress livery-hat becomes him most gallantly -fixed" with an air" on his woolly knowledge-box-the breast-pin spark. les on his frill-and altogether he is evidently a very killing man of colour. The leg, on the knee and thigh of which Abigail reposes, is of unmistakeable African origin, what little calf VOL. XXIV.

there is being high up, and the shin bone, with that princely protuberance especially belonging to the royal line of Congo.

"Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,

With whom revenge is virtue."

alternately of Molineux and RichHis fine physiognomy reminds us mond, Sutton, Johnson, Stevenson, Robinson, and Josh Hudson's black; fail to cut out some work for the best were he to enter the ring he could not of the heavy weights. What the palmist may be muttering to the Betrothed we shall not, if we can prevent ourselves from doing so, conjecture; yet it is plain that she is in possession of some secret, which they had vainly imagined was known but to their two selves, and that she scruples not to hint that they

"Have loved, not wisely, but too well."

There is not, however, any symptoms about the figure of the lady's maid betraying that she is seriously amiss--although the sibyl is recommending marriage before she lose her place. The phiz of massa, however, now that we look rather more scrutinizingly into its expression, has something we don't altogether approve. He looks like a red wolf in a black sheep's clothing, and we fear may prove a Popish recusant. Meanwhile a monkey-imp of a child, slung on the beldame's back, is playing tricks with her hood, and amusing himself with pulling out grey hairs. Yet, after all, we believe there will be a marriage and Mulattoes, who by the by, are just like pigs, pretty little yellow squeakers as long as they are pigs, but get horridly ugly as they grow up into hobblety hoy boys and girls, sows and boars. However there is nothing in such a perspective or prospective to deter a white lady's inaid from entering into lawful wedlock with a black Duke's footman, so let the bans be published forthwith, with as little delay as the canons of the church will allow, and the marriage ceremony be performed by the Rector in their own parish church. So wishing joy to the pied one-flesh, and a honeymoon, if the arrangements of the Duke and his daughter for the summer tour still hold good, at the Lakes, Keswick, Ambleside, Lowood, and Bo'ness, where the accommodation at the inns G

is excellent, we bid adieu to the Betrothed; and after a hasty and pleased glance at plate second, a Beadle or Verger, or some such officiary drest in a little brief authority, and with gold-laced cocked-hat, and cane, dispersing a triad of monkey lads, who have been playing at pitch and toss on the steps of a church, we presume on Sunday, and who sprawl off in a scramble of much variety and animation; and after another glance, as hasty and as well pleased, at plate third, representing a Client in the clutch of a well-briefed and better-feed Barrister, a client who, from his infatuated earnestness, is manifestly a plaintiff about to be non-suited, with costs, not overlooking the Fable of the Cats and Cheese in the middle, nor the picture of a man putting his head and shoulders into a lion's mouth in the background,-we eagerly pounce upon plate fourth, which to us is one of the most exquisite treats ever furnished by the fancy of a painter. For lo! two well-matched Monkeys are at it hard and fast with the gloves, on the stage of the Fives Court!

to say nothing of the immortal Jem, before whom no man could live, till Pollux, jealous even in his star, struck him with a racket-ball into a Monops, and then, indeed, shame to the gentlemen of England, Belcher the Great, Pride of the Nursery, Hero of Moulsey-Hurst, and Champion of England, that is, the world-with all but hope and confidence gone, for strength left him in the ring as he stripped, and went over to Hen Pearce-sank with all his laurels beneath the Game Chicken, then new Lord of the Ascendent, and afterwards, in two cruel combats with Tom Crib, then known by the cognomen of the Black Diamond, now Ex-Ex-Champion ;-nor yet to speak of John Jackson, the Unapproachable, the best-made man from top to toe in all England, not one weak point in all his matchless frame-strong, steady, straight, rapid, resistless, terrible, before whom, while yet a stripling, Fewterell the Philistine fell, and who did Mendoza, not giving him a chance, under the ten minutes, flooring him every round as butcher felleth ox."

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We never saw Turner and Randall, (those illustrious heroes now defunct, and who have taken their place among the immortals) set to, but we have seen as good ones as they,-aye, and better too, Mendoza, and Ward, and many of the best men of that era, George Head the Inimitable, who could knock you down out of distance, and though but an eleven stone man at the most, licked Giant Gregson to his heart's content, like winking with in the rules of the Bench-Tom Belcher, yet glove-champion of the ring, notwithstanding his late unfortunate muffler fight with white-headed Bob, and that Tom is now somewhere about the half-way house between the fortieth and fiftieth mile-stone on the high road of life-his great antagonist, the undefeated Dutch Sam, undefeat ed, till in his spindle-shanked, bellows to-mend, and fist-enfeebled premature old age, he fell a Jew-confounding and cleaning-out sacrifice beneath the maulies of Nowlsworthy, then Master of the Rolls, who in his turn bit the sod beneath the terrific punishment of that unconquered antic Scroggins, "the gentlemanly kind of man,"

enough left to admire the ingenuity of our amiable friend Pierce Egan, as honest a man as lives, and as thorough a trump,-no less to admire the quaint originality of the facetious and acute John Bee, and the amusing varieties of the Annals of Sporting, Sporting Magazine, and Bell's Life in London. These excellent writers have vindicated the science of pugilism, and the characters of its prime professors, from the ignorant reproaches of a set of senseless blockheads, incapable of comprehending and appreciating the native spirit of heroic England. As friends of humanity, they have supported the ring at the points of their pens against all gainsayers, and proved to demonstration, that were it not for prize-fighting, without which, it is plainer than a pikestaff that pugilism could never flourish as a national custom, there would be for one death by fisty-cuffs, at least fifty, to say nothing of downright assassinations and murders, with iron-bound wooden clogs, case-knives, razors, pistols, and blunderbusses. One or two of the Judges of the land see this nearly in its true light-as, for example, Chief Justice Best, a bright and a manly character, whos

does not, like some old women on the Bench, who for the present shall be nameless, shudder at the thought of a clean knock-down blow, but is of opinion, that, on frequent occasions, a bloody nose and a black eye are badges of honour, which the best man in England may, if honourably acquired, wear with honour at market, and even, since the Sunday will come round regularly, the latter badge-namely, the black eye, even at church. Fierce Egan, John Bee, and Christopher North, wish for peace among the people; and therefore they wish, that, to preserve it, as far as it can be preserved, the people should be taught the art of war. Perhaps a Chief-Jus tice cannot consistently with the peculiar decencies of his office-which, however, when not founded in reason, are all a fudge-recommend prizefighting from his seat. But he can shew what his thoughts and feelings are on the subject; and our present illustrious Chief may depend upon it, that in no part of his late admirable charges-admirable-on every pointdid the people of England go more heartily along with him, than in his panegyric on pugilism; a panegyric which should be written in letters of gold, and hung up in a handsome frame at the Castle, and all other sporting-houses of character and celebrity.

But see the Set-to! The Man-Monkey to the left has evidently the advantage in height and length; but his antagonist has it in weight by a few pounds, and his compact frame exhibits formidable muscle. Studies both, for the anatomist, the statuary, and the painter. Had that heavy right-hander, delivered at Jacco Mac co's smeller, not been caught by that accomplished pugilist's sloping right forearm, it might have been a floorer. The little one has mischief yet in his kidney-seeking left; and next time they hit out together, 'tis odds they counter. Jacco is leary as Aby Belas co, and is difficult to be got as Spring himself-but his opponent will be in, he won't be denied, and at the weaving system we question if he has his equal in the ring. Look at him again, and say now, is he not in that attitude a phenomenon? But all the words in the world would fail adequately to ex

press the grotesquely scientific character of this inimitable Set-to. All is in perfect keeping-the faces of the spectators are all agrin, and agape, and aghast, and a-gloom, and a-glimmer, with the fluctuations of passionate emotion. The helmeted head of Larkins the Life-Guardsman rises nobly in the opening between the attitudinarians, towering over the crowd. And hark, how uproarious the applause! The monkeys, we beg their pardon, the men will be matched, we have no doubt, for a hundred a-side, to fight probably in the same ring, after the affair between Jack Carter and Jem Ward has come off-Jacco the favourite-guineas to sovereigns-and we should not wonder if the second battle were the better of the two, for Carter is a cur, and Ward a cross."

We must now lay aside Monkeyana, and bid Thomas Landseer farewell. Twenty years ago, we should not have cared to have put on the gloves with him, and shewn that we too could spar a bit; for that he can spar well this plate is proof-positive. Now we are feeble on our pins, our hams are weak, and our knees totter, our right hand has forgot its cunning. Come down to the Lodge, then, our dear sir, and we shall hold out to you the right hand of friendship ungloved, and introduce you into the inner ring within our porch, where, during our light airy intellectual play, we shall have both a second and a bottle-holder. One brother at a time is best; so come down by yourself, and we do trust that you will give such a report of us as may induce each member of the family to go in by rotation. Edwin, we know, has been frequently in Scotland, and once or twice in No. 17; but we were then, most unfortunately, laid up in bed, with gout in every lith and limb of our body, and the greatest deer-and-dog-painter that ever drew an ear or an antler left Scotland by us unseen, but not unhonoured. Your pencil, your brush, and your graving needle, must all have, while you are at the Lodge, a holiday, except indeed for an hour or two, that you may leave us a relic of your genius, some exquisite bijou to be hung up in a sunny nook of the wall among the chef-d' œuvres of the Immortals.