they make such wholesale carnage! And place, lastly, (if you can make a few inches room), for a pilgrim of love, who desires to report progress from time to time in these columns !

A Pilgrim of Love! That's me! This one! Not a "horrid fright," dear Amanda-an "odious creature," in a coarse habit, with a scallop-shell in his hat, a staff in his hand, and "paters" and "aves" for ever on his lips; not a shaveling of this description, but a pattern pilgrim-a monachus without the cucullus-a sort of Spanish cavalier, a Dorimant in a lounging-coat and felthat; with a bow to his opera-tie, in size and shape reminding of a horse-pistol, and a splendid bead-roll of Christian-names of women; a palmer, jogging on by the primrose path of courtship to the Mecca of matrimony, but not arrived there yet. Emphatically, not there yet; unappropriated" and "in excellent preservation!" One, too, who has been very impressionable by the other sex from his youth up. As has just been observed, this present pilgrim might form a somewhat tedious bead-roll of Dulcineas, beginning somewhere about Mary Ann, and concluding, or, rather, continuing up to this date, with Margaret. I will not go so far as to say that, when habited in a tunic, a cap and feathers, and a sash, and altogether impressing, as considerably swashing and brigandlike in my general effect, I used to be placed on pewbenches at church, I was conscious of any very violent attachment for any of my contemporary companions of the opposite gender, in white frocks and faucy straw hats; but this I will affirm, that when of riper age, in the same sacred edifice, I had the opportunity of making my observations from over a lay-over collar, I soon acquired the habit of directing a somewhat too exclusive and undivided attention to those parts of the gallery occupied by the ladies' schools, and also of selecting individual members of such schools, to be especial cynosures of my eyes during the publication of the banns.

ing the time of my being tormented in my hottest flames) comprised batons pour les dents in every variety of pattern and bristle; bottles and boxes, with the Government stamp affixed, in considerable force; a numerous presence of pocket perfumes and fragrant essences; and a mighty host of anything and everything that was "de Paris."

Oh! what a wonderful passion this same love is, affecting us all equally, king and keysar alike! What a pleasant dispensation, that in the same way as in your almanac, the gardening directions for June suggest the supplying of tall-growing plants, with straight and strong stakes; so love-making necessities, for the same month, indicate as unmistakeably a parity of proceeding to be gone through by those fair flowers, the young ladies, and their natural stakes and props, the young men! What a charming thing it is to make personal experience in the actual dance of life of an occurrence common enough in the acted ballet-a mortal's love for an immortal; how glorious to deify one's sweetheart-not to prosecute a love-suit with Margaret, but to "adore" an "angel!" How complete the apotheosis! We may well pardon love for sometimes making a fool of a man, when it always makes a goddess of his mistress.

What an

I am sure this present peregrinator's intromissions with the realms of Cupid, are amongst the most agreeable incidents of his life-journeying; the third of the "Seven Ages" strikes my fancy, as by far the most attractive of the player's acts on the stage of the world. inspiring thing it is to have a girl, pretty, amiable, and intelligent, "in love with and beloved by" you, as they say in the "Persons Represented" of the old comedies! How exhilarating to be the sole male usufructuary of a pair of lips that pique you into kissing them, while they profess not to like kissing, and then compel you to close them with more, from calling you " tiresome" and "a pest;" how enchanting to know that there are a pair of bright eyes, into which you may look as freely and for as long To these early indications succeeded in rapid course a as you wish, without fear of coming to the end of their series of Platonic adorations of numerous young ladies, cargo of smiles; how inexhaustible the phases of their who shone behind the counters of my native village. Now, appearance, -now arch and coquettish, now calm and I was the inamorato of the sylphide tenant of the minia- assured, and now melting with the ruth of a Beguin! ture baker's shop, whose fair ringlets suggested the How pleasant to notice the graceful fingers of the fair, barley-sugar sticks in her own confectionary glasses, and soft hand, occupied in picking the leaves off a flower; of whom I became a regular client, paying my heb-how delightful to claim the right divine of disarranging domadal half-crown for a daily Abernethy biscuit and just a little the fine silk hair (privilege enhanced by the bottle of soda-water. Now, the heroine-looking girl, at opportunity of witnessing its being "smoothened" afterthe circulating-library, transfixed me with the sweetness wards!); how nice to twine the arm round the compact of her smiles, and the cogency of her criticisms; and waist, or (arrangement no less satisfactory) to circle with now, presently again, I was bartering my silver for it loosely the whole shape. In fine, how entraînante the gossipry and cigars (not to mention a little contraband whole niaiserie of love. It's worth a great sum to an traffic of blushing and ogling) with the clear-complexioned, ordinary swain to have a shepherdess solicitous for his German-named brunette, of the dazzling teeth, and breath welfare, interested about his whiskers, and holding opi(as she often assured me, and as inevitably resulted from nions in reference to his waistcoats (in conformity with her position) redolent of tobacco. which she could not unfrequently "pinch that tailor") and is of infinite value to have a little face from out a frame of blue lining, and straw bonnet, enquire of you, feelingly, "why d'ye smoke so?" or accompany a permission granted for the refreshment of a stimulating glass of ale, with the remark, you don't want it, you know." It's absolutely priceless to have a "good little girl," who "can't be at the trouble" to mark more than one initial on her own pocket-handkerchiefs, of her own accord mark your whole name at full length on yours; and to know that the same wonderful little character dresses herself with close attention to the colours you "like her in," and perhaps, in-doors, constantly wears a short, white apron, all flounce and furbelow, because you have passed a favourable criticism on the garment.

Then, after that, the moon began to look down upon me on summer evenings describing andantino con expressione movements on the area-railings of Saccharissa's abode ; or engaging Italian boys to play up popular tunes before Stella's door; or repairing to trysting-trees, and looking anxiously for a divers-coloured riband, or other previously-concerted cabalistic token of Gill's state and intentions; while the sun no less failed to have his eye upon me sometimes, when I left our florist's plus a camellia, and minus eighteenpence; or dropped into our post-box the poetic lucubrations in which I "trow"ed, "wis”d, “wot”ed, and "ween"ed, to so overwhelming an extent about my respective inamoratas. And then, I might be considered to have vindicated my young man'hood, and to be fairly in love. Not, however, with the marks which Rosalind tells signify the situation-"a beard neglected, hose ungartered, sleeve unbuttoned, shoc untied, and everything about [me] demonstrating a careless desolation." I was no such lover. I sacrificed to the Graces unremittingly. My toilet of beauty (dur

Then the-what I may call, with some propriety, the love's entertainment part of the business-the pleasure taken with your ladye-love-how enjoyable that is! I have a lively recollection myself of taking Emma on one occasion to see "Richard the Third," and shall always remember how, during the assassination of Mr. Diddear,

as the sixth Henry, that dearest of charmers, while she told me to tell her when it was over, turned her head into

THE CURSES OF POVERTY.

my waistcoat, dropping her fringed eyelids like port-vation, has done much for the middle and upper classes of cullises against the invasion of so saddening a spectacle. And I do not forget either, that Mary Ann, keeping a seat for me with the assistance of a young friend, found the company assembled to witness the polyphonic efforts of Mr. Love very "contrary," nor that she afterwards told me, she considered that ingenious gentleman "very amusing." And how agreeable the giving love-toys, and, necessarily before giving, the buying them at the shopkeeper's! I like to recall my spooney exultation over purchasing a two-and-ninepenny neckerchief for my first "young lady" amid the bewildering bustle, and in the spacious shop of Muckrake, the eminent draper, in the Churchyard. It pleases me to think of the shopwalker familiarly expressing approval of me, by squeezing my arm, and recommending to my special notice one handkerchief, because it had a pattern of "heartsease" all over it. But most delightful of all, how genial and fresh the conversation of our " young ladies!" I know with me it always acts like the Indian weed did with Charles Lamb, as a solvent of speech" (I don't forget the weed either); and my lips thus loosened, I please, for an agreeable rattle, those pleasant little people who are proverbially capable of being "tickled with a straw."

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While the advance of science, and general mental cultisociety, has diminished their liability to disease and suffering, and ensured their comfort, it has done comparatively little for the humbler classes. The proofs of this are thickly strewn upon all sides; but the fact cannot be more emphatically stated than in the words of a recent article in the Times, upon the subject of emigration. This writer alludes to the tearful parting of friends, the broken heart-ties, the suffering of the passengers, the uncertainty of success, amid the wilds of a new world; but, nevertheless, comes to the conclusion that emigration is at once a bold and prudent venture for rich and poor, because here, professions and trades are overcrowded, and there is as much uncertainty of success as anywhere; and, above all, because there is no crime, sin, humiliation, suffering, or disgrace, which may not enter into the lot of an ordinary British labourer. What more than this could possibly be predicted of the veriest savage-of the African making war, for the sake of prisoners to sell as slaves—of the Indian scalping a fallen foe-of the Malay living by piracy and murder? The assertion may possibly be a little strained and exaggerated for the sake of effect, but there is no doubt that it points truthfully to the condition of those whose stout arms and patient industry are the only foundation for the prosperity, comfort, and luxury of their more fortunate fellows. Surely it is time that civilization did something towards lifting above the lot of the barbarian those whose energies have made civilization possible.

EFFECT OF EDUCATION.

During my whole course of love, I have ever felt a great sympathy and attachment for the conversation of young ladies. I find their talk a scaturient source of solace and pleasure to me. It is not very long ago that I was in a railway carriage, on a fine Sunday evening, with a pair of young people: young man, like the junior hand of a country grocer or draper; and young lady, very pretty, and In a printed sheet of the assiduous, much-abused, and like to cause her lover considerable uneasiness, by the freedom of her manner and the affability of her bearing truly useful Mr. Chadwick, containing queries and towards the fellow-passengers, consisting of a crabbed responses from far and near, as to this great question, "What is the effect of Education on working men, in elderly gentleman and myself. Presently, the little chatterbox's tongue began to run on the weather and she observed, respect of their value as mere workers?" the present half to me, that she always knew when to expect rain, by Editor, reading with satisfaction a decisive unanimous the pointing of a weathercock, visible from her bedroom verdict as to Education, reads with inexpressible interest window, and which had that morning indicated for wet. this special remark, put in by way of marginal incidental Upon this, the veracions Aristides in the corner, with note from a practical manufacturing Quaker, whom, as "But it he is anonymous, we will call Friend Prudence. Prumuch haste, took upon himself to inform her, has not rained to-day!" and the poor little thing, getting dence keeps a thousand workmen; has striven in all ways no help from the slow parts of her companion, might to attach them to him; has provided conversational have been somewhat embarrassed, if I had not invoked a soirées; play-grounds, bands of music for the young ones; Deus ex machind of woman's logic to relieve her diffi- went even "the length of buying them a drum;" all culty, and made grave asseveration,-“then it ought!" which has turned out to be an excellent investment. For But to quit this light strain, I may give my opinion, a certain person, marked here by a black stroke, whom we that most of the pretty girls, whose company I have from shall call Blank, living over the way, he also keeps time to time kept, have done me incalculable good, by somewhere about a thousand men,-but has done none of the innocent little homilies they have read me at intervals these things for them, nor any other thing, except due on ethics. I have always been ready to accept good payment of the wages by supply and demand. preaching, although not proceeding from the pulpit; have workers are perpetually getting into mutiny, into broils always considered "Comus" to be one of the finest and coils; every six months, we suppose, Blank has a sermons ever composed; and the short and scattered say-strike; every one month, every day, and every hour, ings of the layman, Trim," to rank among the most they are fretting and obstructing the short-sighted Blank; ambitious of religious discourses. Viewed in this way, pilfering from him, wasting and idling for him, omitting "I would not," says Friend how gracefully has the doctrine of the duties of life ap- and committing for him. pealed to my convictions, when dropped in soft cadences Prudence, "exchange my workers for his, with seven from vermilion lips! With what benefit have I heard thousand pounds to boot." Right, O, honourable Pruwoman's reason employed on the spending of Sunday-dence; thou art wholly in the right. Seven thousand pounds even, as a matter of profit in this world, nay, for on amusements-on home obligations, &c. ! And, as a matter the mere cash-market of this world! of profit, not in this world only, but in the other world, and all worlds, it outweighs the Bank of England! Can the sagacious reader descry here, as it were, the outmost inconsiderable rock-ledge of a universal rock foundation, deep once more as the centre of the world, emerging so, in the experience of this good Quaker, through the Stygian mud-vortexes and general mother of Dead Dogs, WE are sure to be losers when we quarrel with our-whereon, for the present, all sways and insecurely

But my rapidly dwindling space, as I should call it were I a professed author; instead of which I do say, being a Pilgrim of Love, my closely nearing appointment with Margaret warns me to conclude. Perhaps (who can tell?) my next may enter, in some detail, into what passed at the interview

selves; it is a civil war, and in all such contentions, triumphs are defeats.

Blank's

hovers, as if ready to be swallowed.-CARLYLE-Past and Present.

It is of great importance that the young should be of the Poems written before the JOURNAL commenced, besides encouraged in the pursuit of objects, whether of instruction or amusement, which are in accordance with good taste. If this feeling be encouraged, the best results may be expected; it will deter them from following any coarse or ill-regulated inclination, and will give an elegant and enlightened bias to their minds. The improvement of taste seems to be more or less connected with every good and virtuous disposition. By giving frequent exercise to all the tender and humane passions, a cultivated taste increases sensibility, yet, at the same time, it tends to soften the more violent and angry emotions.

THERESA.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1850.

I HAVE seen a flower, the cherished gift of one loved and even adored, regarded by the tender object of so much affection, with a reverence little short of worship. I have seen that same flower, falling unwittingly into other hands, looked upon as but a few faded leaves and cast away with contempt, or at best thrown beside other things of equally little importance. So in life. Beings to some-the light which shines on earth, the one little twinkling star that spangles the dark curtain of existence the rose which perfumes the path of ordinary mortality-to others are but links in a vast chain, or humble stone of a huge edifice, an atom on the sandy

beach of time.

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would she be, until the soldier returned to claim his bride. All mean when they make such promises, to keep them, but human nature is weak, and time often obliterates the memory of the strongest vows. But Paul believed the young and innocent being who promised to be constant to his memory, and donned his gay apparel with something of a light heart.

It was a bright and sunny day when the recruits departed to join their regiment, decimated by horrid war, that great moral stain on humanity; and Paul, she shuddered to think, was soon to fill the gap left by some death-winged ball. But none of her harrowing grief was shown, as long as her soldier lover was in sight, for her whole soul was bent on his leaving with hope and courage in his heart; she even smiled at his handsome mien, at his gay and gaudy garb, told him not to forget his poor bride when he became a Marshal and a great man, and sent him on his way rejoicing, for he knew that his memory was dearly prized in his native land by at least one human soul. Rich treasure of woman's love, which God gave unto man as the noblest and brightest proof of his own effulgence!

Theresa was but seventeen, nay scarcely that, when her heart was won by Paul Chenier, the son of à poor fruiterer, where the young bonnet-plaiter took of a morning her humble bowl of hot milk, with a slice of bread, the breakfast of many hundreds of hard-working girls in the busy city of Paris. Pretty, gentle, unprotected, an orphan, Theresa gained the affection of Paul as much perhaps because he saw her alone and unloved, as from her outward charms; speedily too did Paul reason that so industrious, economical, and persevering a little workwoman would be an excellent wife for one whose fortune was wholly in his honesty and labour, a reason duly appreciated by his parents. But the Empire and its bloody wars was draining France of all her youth, and Paul dared hope nothing for the future, until the fatal hour of the proscription was passed. This, however, prevented not their being lovers, and many an hour was spent in happy calculations on what might be, in arranging the details of their future little household, and in vowing both fidelity and affection. Such dreams are, perhaps, in life the most fascinating and delightful; for bright though reality be, the shadow is always brighter than the substance.

But when the last lagger of the troop filed through the barrier, Theresa felt her utter loneliness. He was gone, that prized, that knew, that smiled upon her; he whose rose, whose flower she was; and amid all that crowd not one left to sympathize, to know, to comfort her. She too felt that solitude of soul, that utter desertedness in the midst of a vast city, always so forcibly experienced by the unfortunate. To those around, she was but one poor fellow creature, for whom little active sympathy was felt, whom no one would openly ill-use, but to whom few would offer a kind word-the manna of the human heart, that has saved more from crime and death, than all the harsh advice which wisdom can offer. Angry at the noise of the busy town, Theresa hurried away to weep with all the energy of grief and despair at home.

From that day commenced a new existence for the straw-plaiter. No more evening walks when work was done, with him who made all places bright-no more reading while she worked-no more plans of domestic 'Stern was the aspect of fate then, when the inevitable felicity. Days, weeks, months passed away, and winter hour came round, and assigned the young man to the went, and summer came, and winter chilled again, and no barracks of a regiment of lancers. Their dreams, their tidings of Paul. Theresa was quickly budding into full sunny visions of the day, which young love fixes in deep womanly beauty. She need no longer have been solicolours on the tablet of hope, their pictures of felicity-tary, for plenty now sought to make her acquaintance, no Florian more sentimental than they-which in the but with the exception of the parents of Paul, all received gush of heart had known no bounds, were all swept away by the fatal number that issued from the urn. As usual, the strongest proved the weakest, and bitterly did Paul curse the cruel fate of war, while Theresa strove, with aching and bursting heart, to comfort and console. There would be peace, she said, and the vast armies which the awful ambition of one man had brought to life would be diminished, and how faithful, how true

such cool receptions, as soon to tire their patience. She continued poor, for her employment was very irregular, and a little pang would sometimes cross her heart, as she saw others so neatly dressed, while she was mean and shabby; but then she knew that she was at all events good and pure, and this is a noble consolation to the mind of a true woman.

In the same house with Theresa dwelt one Etienne