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Here the Hermit upraised his forefinger, and Indeed," we answered, “ in these days, it is at the same time the door was opened, and a not likely that Bacchus will meet with so bounman, drest in snowy white, followed by Bezoar, tiful an astronomer. In the outside world—to brought in the first dish. Placing it upon the use your own phrase of Clovernook-his godship table the man disappeared, Bezoar taking his is in sad disgrace. His bottles are broken; his place behind the Hermit's chair. And then the

And then the pottle-pots shivered; his name anathematized. Hermit rose, and baring his head, said grace. Boys and girls, scarcely forgetful of the taste of - Thanks be rendered for this : and may no man mother's milk, renounce him and his ways; and dine worse!” With this short ceremony the more, by the potent eloquence of childhood, Hermit entered upon his serious task. He dined compel father and mother to forswear the woras though he was fulfilling a devout exercise of ship of the frantic god. Drunkenness itself has his life. Not a word escaped him, as dish after lost its blotched and scarlet face, and, like the dish was levied upon, then taken away. We hart, pants only for pure water." confess our ignorance of the many delicious “ Can it be?” asked the Hermit. things set before the Hermit, they had been so knew a drunkard so reformed, unless, indeed, he disguised, so elevated by the art of the cook. had been to the Land of Turveytop. ” As, in silence, we watched the doings of the Sage “ The Land of Turveytop !" we cried; “where —for soon we sat with idle knife and fork, whilst may that be? what people inhabit it, and what still our host cut away—we marvelled that a man wonders may be done there?" so capable of solemn thoughts—a man who could “ As for its latitude," said the Hermit, “why, discourse, as he had done, upon a churchyard - I will not puzzle your geography with it. The and the pride, the guilt, the empty foolishness of people are of gigantis stature, at least forty feet life--should be so curious, so eager in his food, high ; yet mild and benevolent—the

.” at our thoughts, and said-—“I doubt not I can “ And is the land far distant ?" we asked. guess your meditation. I, myself, with the wings "Some hundred leagues, no more, from Cloverof my soul, have tried to escape from this mound nook. I was brought up there : understand me-of flesh,” and he glanced at his stomach; “ but brought up, after the fashion of the Turveytopians. the soul is, at best, as a trained hawk; let it fly The truth is, when I had'arrived at man's estate, I as high as it will, there is its master for the time, found myself in possession of a bit of nearly every with his feet upon the earth ; and straightway it vice that blackens the sons of Adam. I will not run drops from the clouds at his call.” Saying this, over the list, but to save your time and my breath the Hermit pushed away his final plate. He had will

will merely desire you to think me at that time dined—for he had spoken.

knowing in all the rascally accomplishments gene“ This wine is miraculous," said we, filling a rally shared among a crowd of sinners. And glass of tokay.

yet, though wild and lawless, and hotly pursuing Yes; I shall remain some time in Hungary,” all sorts of mad delights, I never felt a touch of answered the Hermit, sipping the liquor with happiness. My pleasure was at best delirium educated lips. “This," said the Sage, holding the that left me spent and heavy-hearted. It was in wine between him and the light, “ this is the true one of those moods, when the whole world about blood of our dear mother earth. I have often me was, to my moral vision, coloured like so much wondered at the sneaking ingratitude of astro- brown paper, that walking at the base of a high nomical men. In the name of grapes, why should mountain, it suddenly opened before me. Sir," said not Bacchus have a star to himself? We have the Hermit with a grave look that rebuked our only to reflect upon the characters of the Pagan gaze of incredulity," I say the mountain opened. deities siderally honoured, to feel the indignity A narrow passage, adown which the sun shone done to Bacchus. There is Saturn, a tyrant and with intense brightness, and from which I heard a child-eater,—he must be set in a ring, and no- beautiful sounds, as of distant music, was beminally hung in the sky. Mars, a bully, and nine fore me. Without a thought I entered it; when times out of ten no whit better than a highway- having run a few paces, I turned round, and—the man or burglar,—he, too, must twinkle insultingly marrow froze in my bones--I saw the mountain upon men, made fools and rogues, tyrants and had closed again behind me. I was trapped ; victims, by his abominable influence; yes, he, swallowed, a miserable lump of breathing morthe recruiting serjeant of the heavens-must tality, in the bowels of the earth. Great was the stare with his red face upon us ;—and Mercury, anguish of my heart; yet, strangely enough, light, thief and orator to boot, may wink through the like sunlight, streamed down the long passage long night, all having their admirers and wor- before me, and the sounds of the music became shippers; whilst for Bacchus, he, with all his louder and louder. By degrees they carried great bounty, is starless and unhonoured. peace and fortitude into my soul, and I began to Twould be a pleasant, yea a proper thing,” walk rapidly forward. As I walked, the passage said the Hermit with a laugh, “to find a fire- became wider, and at length ended in an open new planet for him.”,

country; where, save that the grass, the flowers,

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the trees, and all things about me, were of gigantic “True ; but it is the benevolence of the Turproportions, all in form were the same as the things veytopians to take in men and women to nurse: of the world I had left. I walked until I saw, what to bring them up anew; and to this philanthropic at first appeared to me, huge rocks. Continuing end, every new comer is treated as a new-born to approach them, I discovered them to be houses. babe. Bless you! I have seen even a philosopher, My heart dropped within me, for I feared that I who had made a great noise among his brother was in a land of giants. As the thought fell upon pigmies on the outside of the mountain, I have me, I turned round and almost swooned to the seen him sent back to nurse's milk and

pap.

The earth with fear. A giantess of nine-and-thirty one great principle of the Turveytopians is this ; feet three inches high-as I afterwards disco to take no knowledge for granted on the part of vered-stood before me. Instantly I believed I those they nurse. May this tokay, sir, Scried was destined to be eaten alive. Though constitu the Hermiț, about to quaff,—“may it turn to train tionally gallant towards the sex, I was yet so oil in my gullet, if I have not seen a Chancellor wayward, that I would rather have fallen into the made, whether or no, to suck his thumb, because jaws of a tigress or any other female beast, than the little yąrlet would affect precocity and quarhave formed the meal of the giantess before me. rel with his nurse, as if to suck his thumb was an She saw my terror, and a smile broke upon her act below his consequence. I have seen, too, a broad, good-humoured face, like a sunbeam on a Lord Chamberlain taught again to walk : yes, rose-garden. A few strides brought her to me. seen him toddling after a sugar-stick held temptI fell upon my knees, and lifted up my hands im- ingly, encouragingly, 'twixt his nurse's fingers. ploringly to her. Never did man drop at the foot

* And for what purpose,

we asked, “ this of woman in more earnestness of soul. Never teaching over again ?

Never teaching over again? Was it not a waste of time could he pray more fervently to be taken in and pains ?” marriage, than did I supplicate not to be chewed “Assuredly not,” answered the Hermit gravely: alive. The giantess, with a laugh that almost and then fixing his eye upon us, he asked, “ Have stunned me, bent over me; chucked me under the you not known folks in the outside world, whochin ; playfully nipped the end of my nose ; in- standing it may be within a few years of their dented the tip of her fore-finger in both my grave seemed, nevertheless, as if they had cheeks, and shrilly crying klukklukkluk,—which learned all their worldly knowledge the wrong answers to our homely catchy, cutchy-took me way? As if, to be aught good, wise, and morally in her arms like a raw, red-faced, hour-old baby.” dignified, they should learn the lesson of life “A strange place this Turveytop, and a strange again; yea, beginning in the nursery, should

these folks you sprawl and roar in the nurse's lap? You cannot say you were brought up? Brought up! Why, think this? It matters not : the honest Turveyyou were of man's estate when the mountain topians have this belief, and therefore take weak opened and received you.'

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younglings from the woinb; they are called the again-with clear heads and ruddy hearts. To babes of the mountain-children of earth; and for compass this with the reprobates of the world is the many vices and faults which they bring with the purpose of the Turveytopians—wise, gracious, them into Turveytop, why, they are considered as wonderful giants that they are—mighty only in spots and flaws inseparable from their former their goodness, superhuman in their sweet 'chacondition. “Oh! the men I have seen there,” rities. cried the Hermit, with a laugh—“the kings, Pray,” we cried, “tell us your history whilst lords, bishops, lawmakers I have seen, all put in Turveytop." into second swaddling-clothes, and brought up “You shall hear it, sir," said the Hermit, again as gentle, wise, charitable, sagacious folk, "and the brief histories of many others." doing good credit to the beautiful earth, which, We drew close to the table, and waited the in their former days, they so grievously scan- story with impatience.* dalized.”

* Here a sudden and sharp illness compelled the writer to lay “But surely,” said we, “it was to take the down his pen; nor was he able to resume it, until too late in the training a little too far back. We cannot, we

month to continue the narrative. When Louis the Fourteenth

visited the death-bed of one of his favourites, the moribund repeat, but think it loss of time and trouble."

courtier begged pardon for the “ugly faces” which the acuteness "Certainly not,” cried the Hermit. “Con of his suffering wrought in him. In the like spirit of contrition, sider, sir, how delightful it must be, by a strong a periodical writer feels that he ought to beg pardon of the effort of the soul, to lose and forget all that we

sovereign public for being ill, when he is expected to be in the

enjoyment of working health, still “to bc continued,” with thie have mislearned of life, and so begin the lesson monthly task he has entered upon.--[Editor]

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HIS is the portrait of a man who died known gaiety of his wit, flirted her time between the a martyr to civility. See with what a

acts with her friend Sir Fopling Flutter. He is confiself-satisfied air he contemplates the dent he has met her before ; seen her, heard her, but graces of his person, in that favourite her name is a mystery, and no entreaties could induce appendage of a man of fashion,-a her to remove her masque for a minute. See her again

pocket mirror. He stands dangling his he must : his songs to Cælia are at an end; he has a hat and plume immersed in his own consequence, say- fresh chase in view, and that best kind of occupation ing perhaps with the triumphant Richard

for a man of fashion,-a female secret to discover, and • I'll entertain a score or two of tailors,

a new intrigue to carry on. To study fashions to adorn my body:

The wits about the court of King Charles II. beSince I am crept in favour with myself,

stowed on Etherege the epithet of Easy. Mr. Martin I will maintain it with some little cost."

has represented him in an easy posture--and easy with In half an hour he is off for the Mall,

himself. He lived, moreover, in easy circumstances, “ To strut before a wanton ambling nymph."

and had an easy way of writing. He was of easy virHe is too well dressed for an assignation in Covent tue, and of a very easy temperament, never troubled by Garden ; and he has no time to-day for the middle any fixed principle of religion, but, weathercock-ways, walk at the New Exchange. He is fresh from the could adapt his morality to the change in his circumtheatre in Dorset Gardens, where some beauty in a stances. “ Gentle George” was the name he received vizard, pleased with the graces of his person, and the from Lord Rochester, who condemns him in his “Ses

sion of the Poets" for his idleness, and his long seven of fashion or the proprieties of the place, but walks years of poetic silence.

becomingly on, neglecting all for “dear delightful But his half hour of extra contemplation over, see woman,

,” and scanning her, with the most minute atour hero, Sir George, set down in his chair at St. James's, tention, from head to foot. He talks and laughs for just in time, as a man of gallantry should always be, awhile with Wycherley—whispers a piece of scandal for what was then called High Mall. He is now con into the ear of Sir Peter Lely-is honoured with a versing with himself,—"Shall I see her here ? I could look of recognition from La Belle Stuart, and a passing swear to her among ten thousand, though that d-d word from the Countess of Castlemaine. Vizards in vizard was a drawback to all certain recognition ;-think fifties pass before him, but still the play-house beauty of those large wanton eyes, but, above all, that mouth, eludes his eye. Here again the rabble intercept his that has made me kiss it a thousand times in imagina- way, moving in dozens after the eccentric carriage of tion within an hour :

the eccentric Duchess of Newcastle. Five hundred Some feel no flames but at the court or ball,

fancies

pass
and

repass through his fevered mind. He And others hunt white aprons on the Mall.'

thinks more like a boy of seventeen, in love for the l’gad, I'm not one of these, I'm in pursuit of a play- first time, than a man of thirty who had been literally house vizard; and she, as she said, would be in love through a whole “ Chronicle” of loves with as much with one who could dress well, dance well, fence well, dexterity and wit as Cowley has enumerated the names have a genius for love-letters, an agreeable voice for a

in verse of those who took by turns possession of his chamber, very amorous, something discreet, but not heart. Still the vizard-face of Dorset Gardens eludes over constant. Gad-zooks, my character to a pin-point; his vigilance, and the evening was well nigh spent. it hits me off to the letter. "I'll swear at least to the

The Mall was thinning rapidly—the citizen had gone inconstancy.

In the Mall, Park, and Play, be where homé tired with the scene, and the citizen's wife cross she will, I will find her out. What did she tell me that she was not allowed to remain longer. The ducks —'that she was in love with this dear town to that were all nestled up for the night, and the King had degree, that she could scarce endure the country itt

teturned to Whitehall, leaving his feathered charge to landscapes and in hangings.'

the care of M. St. Evremond. All hope was now The Mall at this time presented a crowded scene of heatly gone, and the easy Etherege of the morning gaiety and fashion. Some were bowling their time was the uneasy Etherege of the night. He stood for away at the game of Pell Mell, others were on-lookers & titrie under one of the trees near Wallingford House, the lady of fashion was here with the man of sort and angry with himself that he had allowed her to leave the quality; the citizen with his wife; the West-ender and theatre without knowing who she was, or that he had the East-ender. Near the Decoy, King Charles II. was

not traced her to home or dogged her to her lodgings. seen, feeding his ducks and talking to Dryden, dressed Like Titus, he had lost a day,— and gained a mistress, as he was in a new Chedreux wig for this day's Mall,

without knowing who she was or where to find her. about the subject of his new poem. Here stood “Well, well,” he was heard to say, “ follow a shadow, Rochester and Buckingham, busy about a new intrigue;

it still flies you ; men are doomed to losses, and life's here Mulgrave and Sedley, wondering what had become too short to mourn very deeply over them ; better sucof “Gentle George." Here the man of mode was

cess another time. I must e’en off to Long's or heard to lament with Sir Topling Flutter, that there

Lockett's, and pass the night with rare Sir Charles or was not an order made for the exclusion of the rabble

still rarer Rochester. I may find myself at last from the Park, when the gay world of the better class

within Whitehall, at play with the King and passing were present. Here Pepys was walking with his friend ready repartees with Barbara Palmer.” Creed, curious about all that was going on, and making

He continued in this mood of mind for a few minutes short-hand notes in his mind for his short-hand diary. longer, when a lady with a vizard-face passed smartly Here Evelyn was walking, not unobserved, lamenting before him, half singing, half repeatingthe sinfulness of the times; and here the carriages

“ It is not that I love you less rolled by of the light-hearted Nelly, and the bold, im

Than when before your feet I lay." petuous, but handsome Countess of Castlemaine.

Our hero was once more Easy Etherege. In five Through all this scene of gay confusion, Sir George minutes more the vizard was from off her face, and the Etherege is seen to pass, observed by all for the graces fine and witty woman, that had set Sir George's heart of his person and the correct elegance of his dress. on fire-the unattended wanderer in the park at night Eager and anxious as he is—he never forgets the man -was Barbara Palmer, Countess of Castlemaine.

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