in the school, his lessons were heard with more interest and less formality. Guy observed his progress with almost as much delight and as much hope as Daniel himself. A schoolmaster who likes his vocation feels towards the boys who deserve his favour something like a thrifty and thriving father towards the children for whom he is scraping together wealth; he is contented that his humble and patient industry should produce fruit, not for himself, but for them, and looks with pride to a result in which it is impossible for him to partake, and which in all likelihood he may never live to see. Even some of the old phlebotomists have had this feeling to redeem them.

"Sir," says the compositor to the corrector of the press, "there is no heading in the copy for this chapter. What must I do ?"

"Leave a space for it," the corrector replies. "It is a strange sort of book; but I dare say the author has a reason for everything he says or does, and most likely you will find out his meaning as you set up."

Right, Mr. Corrector! you are a judicious person, free from the common vice of finding fault with what you do not understand. My meaning will be explained presently. And having thus prologized, we will draw a line, if you please, and begin,

TEN measures of garrulity, says the Talmud, were sent down upon the earth, and the women took nine.

I have known in my time eight terrific talkers; and five of them were of the masculine gender.

But supposing that the rabbis were right in allotting to the women a ninefold proportion of talkativeness, I confess that I have inherited my mother's share.

I am liberal of my inheritance, and the public shall have the full benefit of it.

And here, if my gentle public will consider to what profitable uses this gift might have been applied, the disinterestedness of my disposition in having thus benevolently dedicated it to their service will doubtless be appreciated as it deserves by their discrimination and generosity. Had I carried it to the pulpit, think now how I might have filled the seats, and raised the prices of a private chapel! Had I taken it to

the bar, think how I could have mystified a judge, and bamboozled a jury! Had I displayed it in the senate, think how I could have talked against time, for the purpose of delaying a division, till the expected numbers could be brought together; or how efficient a part I could have borne in the patriotic design of impeding the business of a session, prolonging and multiplying the debates, and worrying a minister out of his senses and his life.

Diis aliter visum. I am what I was to be, what it is best for myself that I should be, and for you, my public, also. The rough-hewn plans of my destination have been better shaped for me by Providence than I could have shaped them for myself.

But to the purpose of this chapter, which is as headless as the whigs-observe, my public, I have not said as brainless. If it were, the book would be worth no more than a new tragedy of Lord Byron's; or an old number of Mr. Jeffrey's Review, when its prophecies have proved false, its blunders have been exposed, and its slander stinks.

Everything here shall be in order. The digressions into which this gift of discourse may lead me must not interrupt the arrangement of our history. Never shall it be said of the unknown, that "he draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.' We have a journey to perform from Dan to Beersheba, and we must halt occasionally by the way. Matter will arise contingent to the story, correlative to it, or excrescent from it; not necessary to its progress, and yet indispensable for your delight, my gentle public, and for mine own ease. My public would not have me stifle the aflatus when I am labouring with it, and in the condition of Elihu as described by himself in the 18th and 19th verses of the xxxii. chapter of the book of Job.

Quemadmodum cœlator oculos diu intentos ac fatigatos remittit atque avocat, et, ut dici solet, pascit; sic nos animum aliquando debemus relaxare et quibusdam oblectamentis reficere. Sed ipsa oblectamenta opera sint; ex his quoque si observaveris, sumes quod possit fieri salutare.*

But that the beautiful structure of this history may in nowise be deranged, such matter shall be distributed into distinct chapters in the way of intercalation; a device of which, as it respects the year, Adam is believed to have been the inventor; but according to the author of the book of Jalkut, it was only transmitted by him to his descendants, being one of the things which he received by revelation.

How then shall these chapters be annominated? Intercalary they shall not. That word will send some of my readers to Johnson's Dictionary for its meaning, and others

* Seneca, epistle 58.

to Sheridan or Walker for its pronunciation. Besides, I have a dislike to all mongrel words, and an especial dislike for strange compounds into which a preposition enters. I owe them a grudge. They make one of the main difficulties in Greek and German.

From our own calendars we cannot borrow an appellation. In the republican one of our neighbours, when the revolutionary fever was at its height, the supplemental days were called sansculottedes. The Spaniards would call them dias descamisados. The holders of liberal opinions in England would call them radical days. A hint might be taken hence, and we might name them radical chapters, as having the root of the matter in them; or ramal, if there were such a word, upon the analogy of the branch Bible societies. Or ramage, as the King of Cockayne hath his foliage. But they would not be truly and philosophically designated by these naines. They are not branches from the tree of this history, neither are they its leaves; but rather choice garlands suspended there to adorn it on festival days. They may be likened to the waste weirs of a canal, or the safety valves of a steam engine, (my gentle public would not have me stifle the afflatus!) interludes, symphonies between the acts, voluntaries during the service, resting-places on the ascent of a church tower, angular recesses of an old bridge, into which foot passengers may retire from carriages or horsemen ; houses of call upon the road; seats by the wayside, such as those which were provided by the Man of Ross, or the not less meritorious Woman of Chippenham, Maud Heath, of Langley Burrel; hospices on the passages of the Alps; capes of Good Hope, or isles of St. Helena-yea, islands of Tinian or Juan Fernandez, upon the long voyage whereon we are bound.

Leap chapters they cannot properly be called; and if we were to call them ha has! as being chapters which the reader may leap if he likes, the name would appear rather strained than significant, and might be justly censured as more remarkable for affectation than for aptness. For the same reason I reject the designation of intermeans, though it hath the sanction of great Ben's authority.

Among the requisites for an accomplished writer, Steele enumerates the skill whereby common words are started into new significations. I will not presume so far upon that talent-modesty forbids me-as to call these intervening chapters either interpellations, or interpositions, or interlocations, or intervals. Take this, reader, for a general rule, that the readiest and plainest style is the most forcible; (if the head be but properly stored;) and that in all ordinary cases the word which first presents itself is the best; even as in all matters of right and wrong, the first feeling is that which the heart owns and the conscience ratifies,

But for a new occasion, a new word, or a new composite must be formed. Therefore I will strike one in the mint of analogy, in which alone the king's English must be coined, and call them interchapters. And thus endeth

INTERCHAPTER I.

REMARKS IN THE PRINTING OFFICE-THE AUTHOR CONFESSES A DISPOSITION TO GARRULITY-PROPRIETY OF PROVIDING CERTAIN CHAPTERS FOR THE RECEPTION OF HIS EXTRANEOUS DISCOURSE-CHOICE OF AN APPELLATION FOR SUCH CHAPTERS.

Perque vices aliquid, quod tempora longa videri
Non sinat, in medium vacuas referemus ad aures.

OVID.

CHAPTER IX. P. I.

EXCEPTIONS TO ONE OF KING SOLOMON'S RULES-A WINTER'S EVENING AT DANIEL'S FIRESIDE.

These are my thoughts; I might have spun them out into a greater length; but I think a little plot of ground, thick sown, is better than a great field, which, for the most part of it, lies fallow.-NORRIS.

"TRAIN up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old he will not depart from it." Generally speaking, it will be found so; but is there any other rule to which there are so many exceptions?

Ask the serious Christian, as he calls himself, or the professor, (another and more fitting appellative which the Christian Pharisees have chosen for themselves,) ask him whether he has found it hold good. Whether his sons, when they attained to years of discretion, (which are the most indiscreet years in the course of human life,) have profited as he expected by the long extemporaneous prayers to which they listened night and morning, the sad Sabbaths which they were compelled to observe, and the soporific sermons which closed the domestic religiosities of those melancholy days. Ask them if this discipline has prevented them from running headlong into the follies and vices of the, age-from being birdlimed by dissipation-or caught in the spider's web of sophistry and unbelief. "It is no doubt a true observation,"

says Bishop Patrick, “that the ready way to make the minds of youth grow awry, is to lace them too hard, by denying them their just freedom."

Ask the old faithful servant of Mammon, whom Mammon has rewarded to his heart's desire, and in whom the acquisition of riches has only increased his eagerness for acquiring more-ask him whether he has succeeded in training up his heir to the same service. He will tell you that the young man is to be found upon race grounds, and in gaminghouses, that he is taking his swing of extravagance and excess, and is on the high road to ruin.

Ask the wealthy Quaker, the pillar of the meeting-most orthodox in heterodoxy-who never wore a garment of forbidden cut or colour, never bent his body in salutation, or his knees in prayer-never uttered the heathen name of a day or month, nor ever addressed himself to any person without religiously speaking illegitimate English-ask him how it has happened that the tailor has converted his sons. He will fold his hands, and twirl his thumbs mournfully in silence. It has not been for want of training them in the way wherein it was his wish that they should go.

You are about, sir, to send your son to a public school; Eton or Westminster; Winchester or Harrow; Rugby or the Charterhouse, no matter which. He may come from either an accomplished scholar to the utmost extent that school education can make him so; he may be the better both for its discipline and its want of discipline; it may serve him excellently well as a preparatory school for the world into which he is about to enter. But also he may come away an empty coxcomb or a hardened brute-a spendthrift -a profligate-a blackguard or a sot.

To put a boy in the way he should go, is like sending out a ship well found, well manned and stored, and with a careful captain; but there are rocks and shallows in her course, winds and currents to be encountered, and all the contingencies and perils of the sea.

How often has it been seen that sons, not otherwise deficient in duty towards their parents, have, in the most momentous concerns of life, taken the course most opposite to that in which they were trained to go, going wrong where the father would have directed them aright, or taking the right path in spite of all inducements and endeavours for leading them wrong! The son of Charles Wesley, born and bred in Methodism, and bound to it by all the strongest ties of pride and prejudice, became a Papist. This, indeed, was but passing from one erroneous persuasion to another, and a more inviting one. But Isaac Casaubon also had the grief of seeing a son seduced into the Romish superstition, and on the part of that great and excellent man, there had been no want of discretion in training him, nor of sound learning and sound wisdom. Archbishop Leighton, an honour to his church, his country, and his kind, was the child of one of those firebrands who kindled the Great Rebellion. And