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travellers, as any of her numerous “ Curse thee,” said the virago of the undertakings miscarried, in which pan and spit; “ must thou have it one might plainly read that she gave raw and bloody from the cow's them all, body and spirit, to flames haunch too? Lie down; or I will everlasting

thrust a collop down thy throat with • I seated myself at a vacant table, the red-hot tongs.” At this moment and began to peruse the faces of in glided mine host's daughter, Rethose among whom it was my lot to becca. “ Ah, Squire Featherstone,” be cast-there were various groupes, said the damsel, “ it's a kind wind and several solitaries; but the looks that you here;" and she stood of all were riveted on the fire, and beside her huge guest, her eyes on the demon who ruled over pot and shining - with gladness. The squire spit. “My good girl," said a tall roused himself up as much as a man traveller, brandishing his knife and of his calibre might; and, stroking fork and leaning forward upon the down the curling ringlets of the table like one eager for a feast, maiden with a hand rivalling in “ when am I to have my morsel weight a shoulder of mutton, said, from the fire? Here am í fasting “ Thank thee for thy good will, girl from all, save a single pot and a -and see if thou hast not a cap and pound of corned beef at the Gled and feather the better for't at MidsumGosling, and a whet at the Robin mer. Wind that blew me here, ReHood. I am so ravenous that I becca, wench? In faith, lass, it could demolish, at a cut or two, could not be less than a storm that your whole mess of steaks, and eat blew me here--yet I have seen, on a the gridiron they were broiled on.” day, when I could have crept through “ Come, then, cormorant,” said the the bore of an inch-auger, and leapt; incensed cook, “ fall on, and the hop-step-and-jump, with the lithest fiend give thee good on't, hot iron lads of the three Ridings. But, and all!” And she placed the grid- Becky, lass! come, stir thee-stir iron, reeking with collops, before thee. I come not here to look in thy him-a thick and fat vapour eddied pretty face, and set these ringlets away in a long stream, as, nothing right on thy shoulders—but, hark in displeased, and with a sharp and thy left ear-if thou wouldst come and diligent knife, he began to make the be dame Featherstone, I would comb smoking dainty disappear.

thy locks with a golden comb, wench The fragrance of the traveller's — I would.” To all this Rebecca anmeal reached a figure seated in a swered with a laugh, and a sidelong stuffed arm-chair-and so huge in look, which seemed to measure and person, and utterly unwieldy, that weigh this mighty production of the he must have come by the waggon- North Riding. Her eye became for no. common vehicle could have graver, as she looked ; and growing moved under him. He was so over- doubt seemed gathering beneath her laid with outward man, that he lids. She went to a small tablemight be compared to a candle over- covered it with a white cloth-redipped. He sat with his eyes fixed moved, with a careful hand, a roast on the revolving spit—if eyes they ed fowl from the fire, and set it might be called, of which you could smoking before him. In a moment, only distinguish the faint glimmer of all else that the world contained vasatisfaction increasing as the roast nished from mind and eye-the fowl, approached to a conclusion, so deep- dismembered, lay distilling fat dews ly were they overbuilt by cheek, and he neither looked to the right nor to brow. When the reek of the broiled the left; but with both hands carcollops was wafted across his face ried an incessant supply to that insahe gave a grunt of delight; and a tiable crevice which men call the large bull-dog, as overgrown as mouth, and then dropped the fraghimself, which lay beneath his ments to his four-footed comrade at chair, with its broad square nose his feet. resting on its fore-paws, arose, and Apart from him, and divided at looked in its owner's face, shook its equal distances round a little table, tail, and licked its lips, and uttered a sat three of those wise and profound whine of most clamorous desire. persons who settle all movements by land and sea, taxation, tithes, para the concluding flourish of swearing liamentary influence—and what per was quenched to a whisper in the haps promised, from their course of flagon of ale, into the foam of which life, to be of more importance-pa- he instantly dived. rochial settlements, and the blessing “ Dick Desborough," said his of having charity doled out to the other comrade, balancing himself moiety of mankind by the reluctant with difficulty on his seat, and spilla hand of the legislature. In imita- ing the ale at every attempt which tion, too, of their Saxon ancestors, he made to lift it to his lips; “ Dick who debated all serious subjects Desborough, I will dispute with no once drunk and once sober, they had man-opinion is free-or what have commenced in drink, knowing there we signed the petition to parliament would be time for reflection and so. about, and given the king good adbriety soon, when cash grew scant, vice? Opinion, Dick, is no taxed and credit scarce. “ Confound all commodity-thanks to Hampden and your flowered and open-stitch lux. Hunt for that—it is as free as the uries,” said one, a journeyman ma

wind—as free as the light of thy eye, nufacturer of the finest Yorkshire Rebecca, my dear: so here goes opibroad cloth; “ confound them all; nion. Confound yarn winnels, grass say I, since wool may clothe them parks, lowing cattle, cattle dealers, all like peeresses and princesses. and all luck-pennies, glorious or inAway with your flimsy silk, and glorious. Confound them, hide and your gaudy satin, and your fine hair-fell and flesh, skin and bone. woven laces, and your striped and Give me a sharp ploughshare-a free flowered muslins; and up with the furrow cut clean as Rebecca's ribbon, fleece and the comb. One of our a showery and sunny summer, and a best blues, with a cut-steel button hot harvest, and then I will show from Rhodes of Sheffield, might be you a merry Old England again. come men,were they all demigods. It The flagons will foam, the lasses will will never be a merry country again, dance, the lads will sing, and all men till the wool-comb 'puts down the will laugh at sharp taxation and rotspinning-jennies and the lace-looms; ten boroughs, and lying evils and and then for the beef, and the bread, standing armies. Confound pasturage and the beer.” And he emptied a and spinning-mills, says Bill Swinquart of ale at a draught-and flou- gletree; and so said his father before rished the burnished vessel around him." his head, in defiance of contra- “And who laughs atstanding armies, diction.

I shall be glad to know?” said a tali "I will tell ye my mind, plump and blooming virago, who, seated in and plain," said a travelling dealer a corner between two travelling hein cattle, balancing in his hand, at roes of the firelock and knapsack, the same time, a flagon of ale crowne seemed desirous to be considered as ed with white foam like a competi- appertaining to both. The arm of a tion cauliflower, which he held half- little carotty-headed corporal had inway between the table and his lips, vaded, and partly occupied, the amlike one resolved to be brief. "I ple circumference of her waist; while tell ye what I would pull down the her upper works were in the posses inills, and make a bonfire of the sion of a brawny private, with long machinery, and hang one half of the waxed mustaches, a grim eye, and a weavers by the light of their own menacing aspect.And who laughs blazing looms, and banish the other. at the lads of the gun, and the I would turn pleasant Lancashire into sword?" said the heroine, rising up good grass parks, where you would to give greater emphasis to what she hear nought but the low of fatten- was about to say. “ I have seen beting cattle, and see nought but ter men, and handsomer, thrown in merry men making bargains, and by the dozen, like sand-bags, to fill giving glorious luck-pennies, in the a wet ditch during a hasty march, corner of every field. And should than the cleverest one among ye. any one ask you who said so, yeConfound ye for clod-hoppers, and may say it was Dick Desborough, of combers of wool, and drivers of cattle! the North Riding, dann me.” And Does it become such fellows as you to speak slightingly of our gallant speaking of bonnie Sandie-d'yecome soldiers? You who sit, full-fed, and from near Dumfermline ? and is your warm, and safe, at home, when the name-I forget now-it is a queer bullets fly and the bayonets are crim. name, a Mac-something ; but if yę soned, and the brooks of a foreign be she, your father disowned ye, and land are increased with English your mother turned ye from the door, blood? Ye eat when ye are hungry cause ye wedded corporal Frazer. -ye drink when ye are dry-ye go Plague on their Scottish pride.". to bed when ye please and ye rise The young woman replied, with a to the crowing of the cock, or the shriek of pleasure and of agony, “And sound of the harvest horn-ye hide did he aye speak about me, say yeyour heads when the rain falls—and and did he tell you the story of our ye work but when the sun shines- love? Then shall I seek bread for and ye dance, and ye sing, and ye his bairns through the wide world, make mouths at your betters—and to with a contented though a sorrowful whom are ye indebted for all these heart. Will ye say what ye ken of indulgences, but to the good and his death? I can bide it, I can bide gallant soldier? And yet must I it.” “ It's a tale soon told,” said hear words of scorn for those who she of the North Riding; “I marchkept bloodshed from your doors, by ed with Corporal Cater then-he's many a gallant deed, on many a dead and buried in a bloody grave, bloody field ! I would not give the as well as your bonnie Sandie-oh little finger of poor Sandie Frazer, the dykes of Bergen-op-zoom-I who lies buried in the gory dykes of saw them full of water at night, and Bergen-op-zoom, for a whole North found them filled with dead bodies in Riding of such productions as you— the morning. The first known face and I am a North Riding lass, my- I saw was that of black Dick Ratself-Nancy Rutherford by name. cliffe, of Scarborough. But let me tell

And is poor Sandie Frazer my tale right and first let me advise dead?” said a young woman, en- my Dumfermline lass to taste a drop tering the door of the ale-house, of this neat cheering article-a sorwith a child in her arms, and another rowful heart's always dry. Well, well, at her foot. Then my pilgrimage is ye wont-ye'll grow wiser, lass-I ended; and these bonnie babes are was soft like thyself, when I first fatherless.” And she sunk down on a followed the camp; but I soon learnseat at the threshold-drew the chil- ed—a marching regiment's a prime dren to her bosom, and sobbed aloud. school ; and I'm far from dull in my “ But let me understand you, lass,” comprehension. However, I will said Nancy of the North Riding. tell ye what I saw-I saw seventeen “ Our Sandie Frazer may not be hundred bonnie lads, and your Sandie your Sandie Frazer,our lad was Frazer among them, marching out at tall, with sunny hair, bright blue dead of night to the storming of that eyes, lisped somewhat in his speech, dirty Dutch town. They went out and his speech was very sweet-he as silent as the grass o'er which they smiled when he spoke, sung like a trod; and with them went two cathrush, and danced as light as a leaf ravans-one drawn by grey horses, in the wind.” “ Enough, enough," and the other by black-I thought, said the young woman, “ye have seen as I followed them, that it looked like my Sandie Frazer; there was but ae a funeral; the caravans belonged to lad whom the mother of these two the surgeons, and were for bearing children loved, and he lies dead in a back the wounded. As they went trench. Woe's me for ye, my two along, I heard Corporal Frazer say sweet wee unhappy weans. “A pot to the chief surgeon, · If ye bring me of Burton ale to a drink of ditch- back, let me come with the grey; water," said the other, “ that ye are for the black looks like a hearse : the lass he always sighed for and and an old Scotch soldier, who spoke about-ye have the very look marched by his side, said, “We shall of the one he described to me-only not need, Frazer-we shall lie stark -saddened down like, and touched and stiff, with many a pretty man, with sorrow somewhat. Sorrow's a before the dawning. I have seen, sad hand for a fair face-she has laid but it will dispirit our comrades if I a finger on me in her time. But say what I have seen. Bergen-op

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zoom is the last place we shall see, every button--called every man by and we shall not behold it by day. his name; while from the batteries :, « Come, come, Nan, lass,” said the balls flew on us like hail. Think the little corporal, “ you have said ye not that our gallant lads were too much about that puddle dub- idle—the ramparts were thrice lost, all-weedy ditch and frog-marsh-old and thrice won. But why should I mother twenty trews, dull dirty Hol- make a long tale of sorrow and land. Can't you say to the girl at distress ? Day at last dawned, and once, that Frazer and five hundred showed me the dykes dammed with others were shot in the ditch, and the dead and dying. One of the first have done with it—damme, you are I saw was my own poor corporal : as tedious as a gazette.”

two balls, and a pike, had done their “ And damn swampy Holland, work—all in the bosom; and a true Nan, my good girl," said the tall bosom it was to me! and I have private, it's not worth the fag-end been faithful to his memory while I of a blank cartridge. Give me good could—but resolution cannot last old Spain, say I, where you can have ever, and tears cannot run like a a bullock for a bullet, a madonna to stream. Close beside him lay bonnie cook it, and replenish your canteen- Sandie Frazer--pike and bullet had where the floors are silver, and the been dealing with him too—a ball to reliques pure gold. Ah! many's the the brow—and a white broad brow pretty little saint of the right metal it was—and a pike to the bosomI have had in my knapsack; here's and so go our gallant spirits away! to a merry Spanish campaign, say I, It was hot work, my bonnie lass of and let Holland go to the hogs— Dumfermline; it was hot work.” where a man cannot have a mouthful “ Ye have said enough,” said the of meat without the current metal — young woman; “ but I expected all a curse upon the land, say I; and this. On the night of the storming may the dykes break, and the sea re- of that fatal place-it might be sume its empire.”

twelve o'clock-I was lying with my “ Peace, thou moiety of manhood,” two babes in a farmer's barn, and I said she of the North Riding, “ and thought I was sleeping-but your silence, thou mere flint-snapper.” story tells me I was awake. A light “And now, my bonnie lass of Dum- came into the barn, and I put my fermline town, as poor Corporal hands over my babe's face, that it Frazer called thee, I will tell thee might not awake; and looking up, I of the last of his marches. We went saw Sandie Frazer wiping the blood out at midnight, as silent as sha- from his brow. He gave a smile, dows, and halted not till we saw the and I could not but smile—but it dykes and ramparts dark before us- was soon changed to shrieking, for with here and there a twinkling he vanished away; and the farmer light, and here and there a sentinel came running when he heard my pacing his rounds. We moved on— cries, and said it was a dream, only a dog barked, and a soldier saw us, a dream." and fired; and, without a shout, Hilloah, my hearties," said the down rushed our men, and then the driver of the waggon, entering, “I work of death began. Shot after have shouted out these ten minutes shot-knell after knell-small-arms —we must wag.–Come 'long, Nan, first, and then cannon-men falling with your two troopers-come, trot from the ramparts, and men drop- -jog's the word—waggon and water ping in the ditch—the sound of trum- will wait for no one. And come, pet, the shout and the huzza-form- too, if ye like, my cannie Scotch lass ed a concert fitter for devils than with your two bairns—if ye go

I said it was midnight, and southward, I will give ye a cast of that scarcely a light twinkled—it the waggon for pure love. Nay, was as bright as mid-day soon, and don't weep, woman; a face like lights in thousands and tens of thou- thine will find a husband any where." sands were flashing in every direc- I was going southward once," tion. Flights of rockets, thrown said she ; « but I shall turn northfrom the town, hung over us like a ward now.-Come, my two sweet canopy of stars-ye might have fatherless weans, we cannot weel be counted every, musket-numbered more desolate-we shall find a bush


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and a bield somewhere." And she ale-house was emptied of most

about to depart. of its inmates. Those whom our “ Nay, nay,” said Nan of the North little, simple, and perfectly authenRiding, we will not sunder so, my tic story has at all interested, will sweet lass of Dumfermline. I have be pleased to learn that the young a few trinkets, and popish baubles, widow of Dumfermline lives in a and some broad gold pieces, which warm cottage, on a small pension; have survived the Spanish and the and that honest Nancy of the North Flemish wars; and, for the sake of Riding, won from the folly of her bonnie Sandie Frazer, ye shall share ways by the relict of bonnie Sandie them: I need them not. Here's Frazer, forsook the south, much to the two lads who win cash for me. the sorrow of two entire regiments, Pluck up your heart, and come to the and married a douce and sponsible south with us—your story shall win widower on the border, and became you a pension, or I will write your a subscriber to seven moral and rewrongs on the secretary's forehead ligious tract associations, and an exwith my ten nails.”

ample to three parishes. The waggon moved on, and the


REPORT OF MUSIC. Rossini's opera, Ricciardo e 20- time to rescue the town from the reraide,was produced on the 5th of June, petitions of La Donna del Lago. for the benefit of Madame Camporese, The three principal capitals of at the King's Theatre. The scene is Germany, viz. Vienna, Berlin, and laid in Africa, and the plot is ex- Munich, have each at the present tremely simple. Agorante, an African moment to boast of a great pianocommander, falls in love with Zoraide, forte player, at a very juvenile age. a captive, who has engaged her heart Vienna, of Franz Ziszt; Berlin, of and betrothed herself to Ricciardo, Mendelsohn; and Munich, of Maa Christian chieftain. Ricciardo in demoiselle Schauroth. the train of Ernesto, his friend, and an Ziszt is a native of Hungary, only ambassador from the French, obtains eleven years of age, and plays in a admission into the capital of Ago- most finished manner all the most rante. Ernesto, being admitted to the difficult compositions of Hummel and presence of Agorante, induces him to Moscheles; particularly the Fall of believe that Ricciardo has hy force Paris of the latter. He is also very deprived him (Ernesto) of his wife. great in extemporising upon any Agorante, thus deceived, admits him theme that is given to him in writto his confidence, and engages him ing. If it be very long, he curtails to persuade Zoraide to accept Ago- and simplifies before he works upon rante. Zomira, a female, who was it. A. Mendelsohn is the son of a previously attached to him, discovers Jewish banker, at Berlin, a pupil of the machinations of Ernesto and Ric- Zelber and Berger. Both boys have ciardo ; and Agorante delivers over filled all Germany with the fame of the lovers to death, together with their wonderful talents. They are Ircano, Zoraide's father. At the mo- nearly of the same age. Miss Schaument of the execution of the sentence, roth, the daughter of Major SchauErnesto arrives with troops, and saves roth, is just arrived in London. them. Rossini's mannerism is now The celebrated Beethoven, ac'so well known, and it prevails so ge- cording to a recent letter, is become nerally, that the description of one so completely deaf that he is entireopera will nearly apply to all the ly lost to all society. Nevertheless, rest. There are in this his customary he has but lately finished two great traits of memory, occasional deep works: a mass, which was bought feeling, and figurate passages. Gar- for Berlin; and a new symphony, for cia has the principal part, and Ma- the Philharmonic of London. dame Camporese and Madame Ves- J. N. Hummel, who made such tris are the females. It is come in very high demands for coming to our

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