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degrees in the shade, and during the early morning-are at their work, clothed in at most three garments, in. we mounted our horses, and ascended the steeps on cluding a hat, and all scanty. The Dutch childrenwhich the town stands. The gardens abound with who turn out to be little Spaniards—have but one garorange-trees, savannas, figs, and vines, and are often ment to cover them, Fernandian fashion. Our captain bordered with hedges of bamboo. The geranium and and many of our passengers are all in white, from head heliotrope, and double-white jasmine and the rose-tree to heel (their very boots are white); and ladies and (literally a tree), are still in full bloom, and hung over gentlemen all huddle together on the shady side of the the roads and streets in luxuriant festoons. In our deck, creating artificial gales enough to wast the ship peregrinations we visited the cathedral, a gaudily- out of her course did they all blow in one direction, inornamented building. We afterwards went to the stead of blowing in the fair faces (so called by courtesy) nunnery, where we were tempted to buy artificial of the sufferers. On shore, the sailors' garments are not flowers curiously beautiful, being made entirely of quite so complete; the children's dress is somewhat feathers. The sisters also showed us a collection of shorter ; and ladies and gentlemen—not indeed of the preserved fruits-pumpkins, figs, lemons, &c. Some of highest class-dress (as to their arms, necks, and legs) us yielded to the temptation, and brought off a pound in white or black, according to the countries where their of each, intending to bring part to England. C- parents were born. The heat of the tropics is really fears our report will be— It would not keep.'
amusing! We sail this afternoon for Barbadoes.
We have to-day spent our first day on shore in the Nov. 14.—A sea voyage is, after all, a monotonous tropics-a very agreeable one indeed. Last night we business. Our one hundred and twelve passengers-for saw land the first time for nearly a fortvight, and at we left eight at Madeira-breakfast, lunch, dine, and take eight o'clock dropt our anchor in Carlisle Bay, off tea as usual. The only novelties are dancing in the even- Bridgetown, the capital of Barbadoes. How joyous is ing on deck, and most determined card-playing below. the sound of the chain-cable rattling out of the portOur weather is glorious, very much like an English sum- hole, as the anchor is seeking the bottom! It is really mer, and as yet not warmer. We must not boast, how- poetical, conveying to the mind, and to the heart too, the ever, for we are still some distance from the tropical line: same ideas as home. After breakfast this morning, we expect to pass it to-morrow. The chief peculiarities some friends came on board for us, and invited us to in external objects are the sky and stars, the flying fish, their house. On reaching the shore, we all went to and the phosphorescent appearances on the water. The bathe, and after a quarter of an hour's drive, we found stars shine out in much stronger relief than in England: a bathing - house, built on piles in the sea, and proat home they are too like candle ends, set in wet blan- tected from the sharks by a long coral reef, about a kets ; here they seem literally "eye-holes to let glory quarter of a mile from the land. Here we had a kind through. The position of the constellations, too, is of tepid bath, which we greatly enjoyed. We afterentirely changed : earth there is none: but we are often wards dined on turkey, mutton, yams, sweet potato tempted to believe that we are under a .new heavens.' and rice, and sorrel puddings.... Tought to have said The flying fish have shown themselves repeatedly that before bathing we went to the market, and ate a during the last few days: they are of the size of a couple of most delicious oranges and a piece of sugarherring, and fly along the surface of the water for a After bathing, we had a short drive into the very considerable distance. Dolphins and sharks we country among ‘Barbadoes' pride,' tulip-trees, cocoa. have no hope of seeing: the noise of our paddles nut-trees, plantains, papaus, negro huts, guinea-grass, frightens them away.
sugar-cane, and naked black children, the whole very Nov. 16.—Contrary to the usual practice on board becoming and picturesque. The children here are real steamers, we are to have a visit to-morrow from Neptune. ornaments to the landscape, with their white teeth and Ile came on deck to-night, and announced to the cap- occasional white shirts, their strong limbs and laughing tain his intention to visit us to-morrow. I saw Neptune faces. They are more precocious than with us; often -I ought to have said his messenger. He brought walking at nine months, and looking quite observant recent newspapers and despatches from his sea majesty and judicial at fifteen. The children painted by Spanish —the despatches signed Neptune,' and witnessed by and Italian painters are quite natural, though so sedate • Amphitrite x her mark.' I must send an account to and thoughtful. The laughing Saxon face contradicts one of the youngsters.
this statement, but not so the southern and Indian. We have been sadly baffled by the trade winds. They The island of Barbadoes is for all the world like the wafted us along for a day or two, and then left us. Isle of Wight, and of the same size; most richly cultiTheir place is now supplied by a head wind. The only vated, but appearing somewhat bare and flat. It was a serious effect, however, is, that we shall have at Bar- natural and pleasant fancy, as we neared the island, to badoes but six hours instead of twenty-four. Never imagine that we were sailing towards Cowes, having mind,' says our Admiralty agent, “it's a filthy, broiling passed the Needles a couple of hours before. place.' Decisive indeed!
cocoa-nut-trees and plantains, and the aforesaid amusCarlisle Bay, Barbadoes, Nov. 24. There are few ing heat, soon dissipated this delusion, and said plainly things more amusing to one who visits the tropics for enough-Cowes ! 'tis four thousand miles away!' the first time than the heat-amusing, for heat is really Bridgetown stretches along the sea-side, in a beautiful a friend to good temper; more so, at all events, than bay, for about two miles, and contains a population of cold. You wake in the morning before sunrise. You some twenty thousand. begin to wash, and by the time you have dried your The blacks who own the boats that took us on shore face and hands, they need drying again! You put on are a sad set, but good-tempered and amusing. The your stockings, and though they be (as they ought first sound I heard from them in the morning was to be) quite clean, you are obliged to have recourse to Poor Lucy Neal!' whistled in quite touching style. the towel again, or fall back on your pillow exhausted One fellow had called his boat .John Weslen,' meaning --and so on, till, at the end of an hour, your toil and John the Wesleyan; and cried out, ‘John Weslen waits toilet are ended. Then the heat of walking on deck for you, ladies and gentlemen!' Another had called his begins. You sit under the awning, stretch out your • The Frends;' and his cry was, “The Frends, at your neck to catch the breeze, and absolutely perspire with service : have the honour to take you on shore, sir?' the effort. Your walking done, such as it is, you The whole band showing their teeth and looking inordescend to breakfast-chops, rice, beefsteaks, eggs, tea. dinately waggish. What's your charge?' 'A dollar All eat and perspire, and perspire and eat again : a-piece, sir’-it being notorious that a shilling had been the only interruption, Oblige me with that chop!' the price all the morning—No, no; we'll give a shilling
How warm it is!' and such-like interesting commu- for each of us. Yes, sar, that will do.' Then sottonications. The walking on deck is resumed; and all | voce, “Make way there; the gentlemen are coming.' is done to remind you that it is not winter. The sailors Port of Spain, Nov. 28.--After a few hours' stay at
Grenada-one of the most beautiful harbours one can schools is about 2600. The great body of the people imagine--and a pleasant night sail, we reached Port of are unable to read, and are lamentably ignorant. The Spain about eleven o'clock on Thursday morning. The island might supply all Europe with sugar: it produces passage through the Bocas (between the Spanish main but 25,000 hogsheads, a quantity which may be raised and Trinidad) is very fine, and the appearance of the under circumstances less favourable than those of Trihills, covered with tropical trees and vegetation to the nidad by 5000 labourers. very top, striking and grand. It often reminded me of The great misfortune of this island, as well as of all the quieter order of Swiss scenery, and especially of the other islands in the West Indies, is, that the proprietary Lake of Lucerne, minus the Alps. Of course it is more is over head and ears in debt, and are therefore unable laxuriant, and much less sublime. Seen on shore, how- to work their estates with advantage. Nearly all the ever, the country is incomparably superior in beauty sugar estates are niortgaged. The mortgagee receives and richness to Switzerland. No language can give six, eight, ten, or twelve per cent. All the sugar is sent any adequate idea of it. The profuseness, the beauty, home-not sold on the spot for money-to the mortis absolutely extravagant. The streets of Port of Spain gagee in his ships, and sold by him on commission, are all at right angles, and all end in bush or luxuriant the proceeds being invested, also on commission, in savannas. In nearly every street you find the palm, whatever is wanted for the estate. The mortgagee the cocoa-nut, the bread-fruit, the plantain, and the often receives for interest and commission one-fourth orange or lemon-tree. In all, too, are beautiful flower of the whole produce; labour and plants nearly all the ing shrubs and plants. The very weeds of the street rest. Estates which are free from mortgage, and are attract your eye, and prompt you to ask their name in the hands of owners, everywhere answer well. and quality. Viewed from the hills, the town has a The labourer generally receives four bits a day(1s. 8d.), very fine appearance, and you hardly know whether to and lives rent-free. Each, too, has a garden as large call it a wood with residences interspersed, or a town in as he can cultivate. This mixture of wages and rent is a trees.
vicious system, and the evils of it are aggravated by the Yesterday I visited various country districts; and this continuance of practices which in slavery were bad morning—the thermometer at 90 degrees-we took a enough, but which ought not to be allowed among free ride up one of the hills near the town. I shall never forget the impression of profusion which I received. Trinidad, December.-One of the lions' of the West The road passed, after leaving the end of the street, Indies is a negro quarrel. They never fight or strike, through a most graceful avenue of bamboo, each plant but scream and gabber, and shout like .... None, howof great height and elegant form, the whole gradually ever, but themselves, can be their parallel! I never closing at the top, a Gothic arch of nature's own mak- heard such laughter, nor saw such gesticulations! Two ing. We then caught a view of the town, the Gulf of ladies were quarrelling to-day near our vessel. Their Paria, gemmed with numerous islands, and the vast eyes shot fire; their nostrils were distended; every hills of the Spanish main on one side, and the steep muscle and ribbon took part in the fray; and at length wooded hills and dells of Trinidad on the other. As we the bolder of the two (both being as black and as went on, our road became narrower, till, about half a mile glossy as jet), having reserved her heaviest shot for the from the town, we reached the bush or woods. And last, paused a moment, retired a few steps, and said, what are they like? The very question I llave been "You he! you he!' Then with the emphasis of a cannon asking myself ever since I saw them. They are all ball — Who are you, you African nigger ?' and walked round me at this moment, now bathed in light, 'dark away. Half an hour after, the defeated combatant was through excessive brightness,' and now thrown into pacing the quay, 'discoursing most eloquent music'-to shade by some passing cloud; and yet I cannot liken the air. The storm had not yet subsided; and thongh them to anything in heaven or earth, or describe them no one was within hearing, and she was perfectly sober, in any terms more likely to give an idea of them, than she was still spending her strength in abuse. I have if I were to describe one of Claude's paintings as made frequently come in for the tail of such a storm, and supup of sea, marble columns, masts, glimpses of light, and posed that the declaimant was drunk or lunatic, but a rich setting sun. Look at that stybiscus, with large now find that this is their favourite mode of obtaining scarlet flowers and leaf of dark green; and at that relief. creeper that covers it, with most gigantic leaves, and Out of the towns, the roads in Trinidad are made fler of most delicate yellow; and again at that wild- of the natural soil, which is rich, very deep and pea, the colour of our flax-plant, but brighter, and with loamy, and entirely free from stones. The rainy season, small leaves shaped like those of the acacia. Beneath which usually begins in June, did not begin this year the whole is the wild aloe : and behind and above, till July, and has not yet ended. The rain of five forming a fitting background, a group of trees of nearly months is now, therefore, on the roads, which are enevery colour and shape; the feathery palm, with its tirely undrained, and often not wider than an ordinary clean graceful stem; the silk-cotton, with its light- footpath. When they are wider, they resemble nothing coloured naked branches; the light-green plantain, and so much as an Irish bog. Deeming it important to visit the bay-leaf-coloured orange; the whole covered with various parts of the island, we started on Monday in the the bell-rope creeper, so strong and close, as to form an steamer for San Fernando, some twenty miles down the impenetrable wall of vegetation. He must be a very coast. There we were joined by another friend;. and wayward, courageous donkey that can wander far in after hiring horses, started about two o'clock for a stathese thickets! He need not indeed wander at all; for tion about twelve miles in the interior. Our way lay without leaving the road (a narrow bridle path), he can through brush and sugar-pieces. In the former, the road feast on plants and leaves so rich and delicate, as to cast was covered in on all sides with bell-rope creepers, into the shade that most welcome of dainties—the flower plantains, and other trees, and was but wide enough and tender sprouts of the Scotch thistle.
for one horse at a time; in the latter, horse and rider Such objects as these scattered over hill and valley, were overtopped by the luxuriant sugar-cane, which was diversified every here and there with small savannas seen, when you reached a little rising ground, to cover and cane pieces, negro huts and naked children, are the whole view. The rain fell heavily, and our horses the matériel of our landscape. But, as above, 'sea, co- sunk at nearly every step up to their knees, and often lumns, masts, light, and sunset,' is but a poor description up to the girth. By the time we reached our destinaof Claude ; nor is mine a better description of the scenery tion we were completely mudded through. There we of the tropics.
found one room, one hammock, one chair, one cup, one The governor, a very intelligent and liberal man, has knife and fork-no two-the whole on the top of a hill, ascertained that one in twenty-three of the population on a spot which had been recently cleared; while all attend schools. Estimating the population at 60,000 round it, and within a few yards, was dense forest. the last census), the number of scholars at all the Unhappily, our servant, one of the poor outcasts from Madeira, was ill of fever, so that we had to wait upon can exercise your benevolence in throwing imaginary ourselves. We first changed our clothes, had a thorough ropes to imaginary drowning men. In Port of Spain ablution, and a vigorous dry-rubbing; then lighted our you can hear them all night. These lights flitting up wood fire, and had a cup of coffee, with a little sweet and down-now here, now there-and which lead you cassada-root, the only bread of that district; gave the to believe that the whole insect world has a ball topoor Portuguese some medicine, and composed our- night, and that these are the servants carrying lights selves to sleep-I in the sole hammock: my companions for their mistresses, are the fire-flies. The cane-piece on the cedar floor. By sunrise we rose-two of us and the wood are quite lighted up by them. At Sathankful, like Wesley, when in Cornwall, that the skin vanna, they startled me into the fear that the roof of of one side was left; and all thankful that we were none our hut was in flames. The humming-birds of the the worse for our ride. The morning was wet, and the island are known all the world over-very gay and rain came down in true tropical style. We started, beautiful they are. however, for another station, distant about twelve Grenada, December.-Friday and Saturday we spent miles. The roads were even worse than on the pre- in visiting the governor, the chief-justice, and others. vious day. We had a long ride through brush and Early in the week we went on board our steamer, and cane-pieces, and by seven o'clock, reached the hut of a had a glorious parting view of the hills and city of Port friend, a black man, who is employed as a teacher. He of Spain. All the hills throughout the island are in has also built a neat wooden chapel and schoolhouse: bush, as is most of the land. Out of 1,000,000 acres, the whole is of cedar, and would have cost us more only 25,000 are under cultivation ; and these yield than L. 100. We again changed; and after giving our L.400,000 worth of produce ! horses a good feed of Indian corn, and ourselves taking We reached Grenada this morning (Monday), and a supper of rice and salt fish, retired to our hammocks here we stay till Thursday. Not a book-shop in the (of Indian manufacture), and slept as soundly as the place! The steamer taking in coals, and the stewards pattering rain would allow. The next morning we had a scrubbing the decks. The weather is most unusually long chat on business; and about one o'clock, two of us wet, so that I am confined on board, and almost entirely started for San Fernando, distant some fifteen miles. below. The sun burns intensely one moment, and the Mr C- strongly dissuaded us from proceeding, and next the sky is overcast, and the rain comes down urged us to return with him to his residence, and thence wholesale (till everything floats) in torrents. Now you to San Fernando. But our dry clothes were all used see a rainbow on the sea and in the sky, and the shower up, and we could not well get them dried again: my is gone-to be followed with quite Irish profusion by companion began to feel chilly and feverislı ; nor was another, and yet another still. They make the air quite there any prospect of the weather improving: we had oppressive. Happily, as this letter starts for England, seen all we came to see, and did not feel it right to con- I also go on to Jamaica. tinue exposing ourselves to the effects of quietness and inaction. We therefore started alone; and after three hours' hard riding up hill and down hill, through rivers
THE BAD FIVE-SHILLING PIECE. and bogs, reached San Fernando by four o'clock: the In the farthest house, in a dark, damp, and dreary court only accident was, that my companion's horse fell with of St Giles's in London, two black-looking men and a him, and threw him into the mud literally over head poor emaciated woman were busy over a charcoal fire, and ears. He was previously 'mudded through, so in the back room of the third floor of that rotten and that the accident was not serious. At San Fernando dingy tenement. Moulds and implements of coining we obtained a third change, a dinner, and a passage by lay on the floor and on an old table; and the strong the steamer, reaching Port of Spain about half-past ten. smell of bad gin, from a broken-necked and uncorked Such roads for mud and vegetation I never conceived bottle, diffused itself around the room.
The presence of; and such is their state for four or five months in of poverty, vice, crime, and misery characterised the every twelve! For conveying sugar and other produce tenement and its tenants. In this place, and under they are wanted only in the dry season, when all is these agencies, our bad five-shilling piece was smelted, dried, and the soil is burnt nearly to the hardness of and moulded, and stamped into its sorry existence. brick. The only travellers who use them now are How it was put into circulation among the sterling Europeans and others who ride, and the labourers who current coin of the realm we shall not stop to inquire. travel, without encumbrance. All provisions, except From pickpockets to their victims, from them to the yams, sweet potatoes, cassada, Indian corn, and the shopkeepers, it somehow passed on, until at length it common fruits, are brought upon the heads of carriers came into the hands of Mrs Hoardlings of the Comfrom San Fernando.
mercial Road. During the ride I made the acquaintance of several Mrs Hoardlings of the Commercial Road was the large lizards, and a couple of scorpions, one of which wife of a tradesman well to do in the general grocery MC- had caught in the roof of his little hut a few line. Together they had papered up no little amount weeks before. It was also my first introduction to large of cash, on which to retire one day to suburban quiessugar estates, swampy bush, missionary tours in their cence. They had indeed well picked their plums. Those worst form, Indian houses (of bamboo), Trinidad mud two or three neat new little cottages in Limehouseand roads. We are, however, and in spite of all, none Fields were old Hoardlings's. Cayenne pepper is not the worse. This I ascribe to the free use, internally stronger than that fact. Then there were several gas and externally, of cold water.
shares: tallow candles had opened the way for gas As the evening draws on in this island, there are lights : tea, too, was the first letter in tenements : young some of the oddest sounds and sights imaginable. They Hyson, the dashing young Chineseman, had helped his are introduced by the buzzing of an insect, which re- Old English friend: full-flavoured Mocha also had often minds you of the hum of a room of spinning-jennies. filled his cup. Moreover, his butter had ever worn & By and by a shrill strong whistle startles you. It might rich golden hue, and he had fortunately never buttered be the railway train leaving Southampton: but no; it his fingers. His starch and his money-till were thereis only the rain beetle. Now you hear the frogs; one fore not far apart. Whether the Hoardlingses would set howl and snap, like the baying of a pack of fox- ever retire, however, was a matter of considerable doubt hounds a mile or two off; and that cry, like that of to their acquaintances. They had already talked of it a drowning man, the water gurgling in his throat, is for at least the last twelve years. It was true they had from this gentleman here, whose mouth you see just no family, but still love of gold was a growing child. above the water. He will continue his pleasant melody Retire, indeed !--not they. till the morning; and if the mosquito wake you-or How it ever should have happened that Mrs Hoardworse still, the prickly heat, a burning, prickling, itch- lings should have taken a bad five-shilling piece was ing sensation, which attacks your feet and arms-you / far beyond her own comprehension. She could scarcely
conceive it possible. Who could have passed it to her? Just room for two,' was the answer; and the poet It was certain, however, that she herself had taken it, and his wife--for such they were-took their seats in as her husband had been out during the day on the the vehicle. The omnibus rattled off along the Clapton evening of which she had discovered it in the till. She Road, through Hackney, past the Eastern Counties Railwas not suspicious, but she had some slight misgivings way terminus, to the Flower-Pot in Bishopsgate Street, as to a thin lad with a ragged yellow article loosely where it stopped. Out went a white-headed old gentletied round his neck. He had come in for a pound of man very carefully. Out rolled a fat lady, equal to any candles—fourteens. She had never seen him before, two other fares in size and weight. Out popped a and perhaps never should again. However, she would dapper young clerk, paid his fare, and was off with a keep the matter snug-her husband should not know twirl of his cane. Out came the poet and his wife, the she had been such a stupid. Stand the loss she would former fumbling in his trousers pocket. not: somebody must be the loser, but that was no • Ellen, my dear, said the poet, “I thought I had reason why she should. Such was the philosophy of change. Did I give it you ?' the Commercial Road.
No,' answered the wife; ' you put it in your pocket.' It was on a Saturday evening, at a late hour, that 'It is not here now, then,' said he, • It was six or the shop was still full of customers. Mrs Hoardlings, seven shillings, and I recollect I put it'in loosely.' with her sleeves tucked high up the arm, was up to her * Feel in the other pockets, my dear,' said the wife. eyes in business, and also up to something else. Half- The poet did so. Meanwhile the other passengers had a - pound of twelves,' threepence; bacon,' fippence ; paid their fares, and Bill Simmons stood waiting for his. * pepper,' ha'penny ; . pound of moist,' fourpence; ' half- İn vain the pockets were each examined. There was a-pound of butter, salt,' sixpence; ‘ounce and half of the poet's purse, but no loose silver was there. tea' fourpence - ha'penny : 'threppence - eightpence- •Turn the one out, sir, where you thought it was!? ha penny — one and a ha’penny - - one and six and exclaimed Bill. The poet did so. There was a hole in a ha’penny-one and elevenpence, ma'am. Just as it; the purse had remained safe, but the loose silver this was settling, in came Bill Simmons the omnibus had worked its way out. conductor, puffing and blowing, and not a little intoxi- • Thank God,' said the poet, 'there is no thief in the cated. Ounce of best shag, and change for this here,' matter; that sin is in no one's heart.' said Bill, ringing a half-sovereign on the counter.
Let's look in the 'bus,' said Bill. A lantern was quick as you please, missis, for I am in a hurry,' he procured, and a search made among the straw; but no added. Mrs Hoardlings was very quick. The tobacco money was found. The loss must have taken place at was soon weighed and placed in Bill's black bone box, Clapton, when they were hastening after the omnibus. and the change given from her pocket-a five-shilling It cannot be helped,' said the poet, taking out his piece, and some odd silver and coppers. With this Bill purse ; ' you must give me change.' was off
. Need we say what five-shilling piece went The purse was a green silk one, on which was a threewith him?
stringed lyre, worked in gilded beads by the poet's wife. In the depths of her mind, Mrs Hoardlings had before It contained one sovereign. The poet handed it to Bill determined that somebody must be the loser by that Simmons, and received the change, among which was bad five-shilling piece, but that that was no reason why the bad five-shilling piece, which had rested undisturbed she should be so. Noble determination !--generous re- in Bill's pocket since it had passed from the honourable solution !-honest philosophy of the Commercial Road! hands of Mrs Hoardlings. Bill was innocent, but he Was Bill Simmons, the poor 'busman, then to be the had not been tempted. loser, and that, too, when omnibus fares were being re- The poet and his wife wended their way to their duced on all sides, and omnibus servants having their lodgings. “It is a sad loss seven shillings,' said the poet wages in consequence curtailed ? Just so—this was the sorrowfully. practical point in Mrs Hoardlings's Commercial Road • Never mind,' said the wife, struggling to keep up her
ethics. Somebody must be the loser-not she. Why pirits, 'the “ Sixpenny Magazine” owes five pounds.' i then not Bill Simmons as well any one else? Why then • When will it pay it?' said the poet despairingly. It not Bill Simmons more than any one else? Bill Sim- Thus hoping and fearing, they walked on, until they
mons was a stranger to Mrs Hoardlings : Mrs Hoard- reached the Commercial Road. They stopped at the lings was a stranger to Bill Simmons. All the better house where they lodged. What name is that over the this. Bill Simmons drove a Clapton omnibus. He shop front?-surely it is HOARDLINGS! Yes, the poet only happened to be out in the Commercial Road that lodged in the first floor of Mrs Boardlings—the idennight on what he called a jolly spree. Mrs Hoardlings, tical Mrs Hoardlings. How strange!- the bad fiveit is true, never knew all this. She knew that he was shilling piece, which had gone out on Saturday night, a stranger to the shop, and speculated accordingly. had come back on Sunday night to the same house. As it was, her speculation succeeded. Bill Simmons On rising the next morning after a restless night, the took no note of the shop or the money. Mrs Hoardlings poet's wife reminded her husband that that day their was safe. What mattered it that Bill Simmons was week's rent was due. He had not forgotten it. poor; somebody must lose-not she. It was true the • What shall we do, love?' said she. Hoardlingses had gas shares, and those neat new little Pay, by all means,' answered he. I have not forcottages in Limehouse-Fields. It was true that they gotten the woman's insolence when we owed her a week thought of retiring, and that the loss of five shillings before.' would not have been much. Was it honest?-that Poor poet!--on his purse, indeed, was worked a lyre thought never occurred to Mrs Hoardlings-never en- with golden strings, but the sovereign he had changed tered into the ethics of the Commercial Road. Some the preceding night was the only one that he possessed. body must lose—not she. With his bad luck, poor Bill Thus, then, arose the immediate consideration of ways Simmons ! With all her savings, still poorer Mrs and means. By contributions to the magazines, and Hoardlings! Fortunate was it for the former that he articles for the newspapers, he seldom made more than had closed up his day's account with the clerk of the thirty shillings per week, and sometimes not twenty. company before taking her bad five-shilling piece. Then the editors were not always punctual in their
It was Sunday evening. Bill was about starting with payments; and some of his literary debtors sinned more his omnibus from Clapton on its return to town. Elever than by want of punctuality. At the present crisis he insides and three outs had already taken their places. had just nineteen shillings in hand. Of this, twelve Lip came a gentleman and lady out of breath, for it shillings were owing Mrs Hoardlings as rent for her Was past ten o'clock, and they were afraid of losing the two furnished first-tioor rooms, and five-and-sixpence ride
for sundry items procured at her shop during the past "Town, sir?' said Bill.
week, which, when paid, would reduce their capital to * Room inside ?' said the gentleman.
exactly eighteenpence. However, the poor, proud poet
determined to pay it, and to trust to his week's exer- body, and liked to prepare tit-bits to surprise lier hustions, and the recovery of his back debts, for the neces- band. They fed badly that week, however; althouglı. sary supplies.
unknown to the poet, she had pawned her earrings to Accordingly, as usual, Mrs Hoardlings was called up. furnish a rump-steak for the Sunday dinner. MeanShe came, looking most graciously. A bland smirk while the bad five-shilling piece had rested untouched displayed her yellow teeth.
on the mantelpiece. There it lay, the unconscious in"We would pay our rent, Mrs Hoardlings,' said the strument which had accelerated, if not produced, the poet's wife.
present misfortune of the poet. On the Sunday even* Thank ye, ma'am,' replied that excellent dame. ing the poet noticed it; and saying, “Poor thing! thou
The purse with the lyre of gilded strings was pro- shalt do no one more injury,' threw it into the fire. It duced; the money was counted out — a five-shilling was soon a formless lump of lead. piece, two half-crowns, and seven-and-sixpence in small The morning of pay-day arrived. A sad seriousness change. Mrs Hoardlings re-counted it hesitatingly. sat on the faces of both the poet and his wife. He had * It is right, I believe i' said the poet's wife.
determined to pay, and to leave. He had given up all "Seventeen -and - sixpence certainly; but then this hopes of receiving any money to meet the emergency; five-shillinger,' said Mrs Hoardlings, inspecting that coin and he therefore took the watch his father had left him rather curiously, which, whether known or unknown, to the pawnbroker's, and returned with the sum adwas an old acquaintance.
vanced upon it, which was more than was requisite to • What do you mean, Mrs Hoardlings?' said the poet, pay Mrs Hoardlings's claims. She accordingly was sumrising from his seat, and approaching the table. moned up, and appeared in sullen state. The money
• That this here five-shillinger is a bad un'—that's all,' was counted out to her, and the poet then stated that, said Mrs Hoardlings, bridling up. “In coorse,' added in agreement with her notice, they were about departshe, “I do not say as how you knowed it.'
ing. *A bad one!' repeated the poet, turning red—a sign Going, sir!' said Mrs Hoardlings; 'I only meant much more frequently of nervousness than of guilt. you to go if you could not pay!' * Let me see it, Mrs Hoardlings!' lle felt the five. * Probably so,' said the poet; "but we received forshilling piece—it felt soft and greasy; he tried it upon mal noticc, Mrs Hoardlings, and we intend to abide the table—it emitted a dead leaden sound; he examined by it.' its rim-it was irregular. “You are right, Mrs Hoard- Just at this moment the postman rapped at the streetlings,' said he, his face changing to white; “it is a bad door, and the girl ran up with a letter for the poet.
I took it from an omnibus man last night.' He opened it, and found enclosed a cheque for L.5 *Oh the rascal !' exclaimed Mrs Hoardlings, almost from the ‘Sixpenny Magazine.' The poet's wife smiled. bursting with righteous indignation.
Mrs Hoardlings also having caught a glimpse of the • Who would have thought he would have cheated cheque, and probably magnified its amount, was the us under such circumstances ?' murmured the poet's more urgent for thein to stop. She was sure she did wife.
not wish them to part—not she. Only her master and • Let us not judge, my dear,' said the poet, turning to she were hard-working people, and couldn't afford to his wife; “perhaps the man was no more aware of its lose. She begged their pardon if she had been too being a bad coin than ourselves. Mrs Hoardlings,' he quick--that she did. However, the poet was detercontinued, looking rather sheepishly at that lady, 'I am mined to leave; and le did so. His wife and he soon very sorry; but as this has occurred, I have not the found some neat little lodgings farther towards the means to settle your bill. We had the misfortune to country at a cheaper rent. There he struggled on with lose some cash last night, in running after the omnibus a good conscience. Three months afterwards he passed whose conductor passed us this bad five-shilling piece. Mrs Hoardlings, and her first floor was yet unlet. MoreYou can take enough for the rent, and we will settle the over, the poet made a song, and the poet's wife sung bill for the articles furnished when we pay next week.' it:-Mrs Hoardlings hesitated a moment, and then re
Owls and bats come home to roost, plied, “What must be, must, I suppose. Haven't got,
Larks soar upward to the sky; can't pay anyhow. But it's best as I speak to the
Evil deeds are birds of night, master;' and with these words, and a most mysterious
Holy thoughts to Heaven fly. air, she departed with the good twelve-and-sixpence,
Pass a wrong, and it will back; leaving the bad five-shilling piece on the table.
Do the right, and never lear;
Tor evil decds there is an eye, An age of suspense was crowded in a minute for the
For evil words there is an ear. poet and his wife. Presently in bounced Mrs IIoardlings again, without the usual ceremony of rapping at
Evil deeds, like money bad,
Will come back to the giver ; the door,
Put innocence, like gold in fire, • Master says that he can't understand trusting!'
Is purified for ever.' she exclaimed. Our business has always been a readymoney one. Howsumever, as you are here, we'll try another week; but as we can't afford losing, master
LAND AND FRESH-WATER SHELLS. says as how you'll please to take a week's warning to Almost every one who has resided at any period of leave. Litteray people is so unsartain, as you knows as his life near the seashore, more especially if it has well as we,' concluded Mrs Hoardlings in a justificatory been at that joyous age when all natural objects postone. • Very well, Mrs Hoardlings,' replied the poet. “I
sess a charm which too often becomes blunted in after understand what you mean, and take your notice; but years, knows something of marine shells. Their beauI have no doubt of being able to pay you next week.' tiful forms and colours, or shining pearly whiteness, as Hope so, sir,' said Mrs IIoardlings retiring.
we picked them out of the yellow sand, or searched for Oh the poor poet! Oh the poorer Mrs Hoardlings ! them among the drifted pebbles and sea-weeds, are freGas shares! Neat new little cottages at Limehouse- quently among our earliest and most pleasing recollecFields! Bad five-shilling piece!
tions. But how few people have any idea that there are A sad week was it to the poet. He wrote to the such things as land and fresh-water shells! With the editors who owed him money; he called at their offices : it was in vain. Some were out of town; others, more ho: exception of the common garden snail (II clix aspersa), nestly, declared that they would only settle at their own which is familiar to most people, this class of animals convenience, and those contributors who were dissatis- is but little known except to the scientific. Yet under fied, might suit themselves elsewhere. A sad week also almost every stone, and in every pond, ditch, and was it for the poet's wife. She was a comfortable little streamlet, are beautiful little molluscs, with forms as