remorseful memories; 66 not a word! What could | the Witch's Punch-Bowl, the horse he 's on shies, she say, poor lamb, that she had n't said in all the and as he was n't steady enough to keep his seat, rest? Do you know what I did when the first ray off he pitched over his head, and one of the wheels of light came through my window? I ran like a went over his body. They picked him up quick madman to her grave and tore up the nettles by the enough, as you may believe, but he was quite roots, as I would have torn her pure body from the stunned; and when he came to himself he insisted spot where I myself had laid it to carry it to the on coming on here, that he might have his spree feet of our parents, that she might sleep near 'em out, as he said. And so he had, sir-so he had; as she should have done, had I dared to commit for the wine and brandy that he'd drank had such a fearful sin as to disturb the dead. And fevered his blood, and what with that and his hurt, then I began to dream of vengeance; the big and the jolting over the roads after his fall, it flew house and the proud squire did n't frighten me at to his head, and he was mad four hours after. such a time as that; and I can't say into what Then he began to talk as it was awful to hear, and wickedness I should have fell if the temptation to call for Amy, and, after a time, for me. They had n't been spared me. We were all expecting could n't bring Amy to his bed, for she was lying the squire and his London wife, and no one in that he'd prepared for her himself; but they watched for 'em as I did, when instead of a mar- sent for me, and I was glad of it. My work was riage-feast we soon had a funeral sermon. He done to my hands, and I wanted to see the end of reaped what he had sowed, sir. When he got to him. I've told you how he died, sir; and then London the lady quarrelled with him about some came the funeral. And when the vault was matter or another. I don't rightly know what, for opened, the parson wanted to lay him between his I did n't hear; but I've often thought that may- father and mother, where there was just room for hap she'd heard of my poor Amy: and so the him. But I settled that business with my pickwedding was at an end. And the squire, as I've axe and though I worked like an ox I didn't told you before, was proud and passionate, and he grudge my labor, for I hampered up the space till had n't patience to bear with such a disappointment the coffin could n't be forced in," said the old man, as this. And so he flew into a rage and said un- with another of his wild smiles; "and so they civil things, and got turned out of the house. were obliged to lay him at their feet where he Upon which he started from London with four ought to be, only that the place was too good for horses to his coach, and a couple of young sparks him." as hot-headed as he was; and a frightful life they led on the road all the way to the hall, if his own man 's to be believed, drinking and swearing, and kicking up rows in all the places where they stopped to change horses, till, within two posts of Thornhollow, there's the squire three parts drunk, who swears he'll mount the leaders and take 'em into the hall himself; when, just as he comes to We were both silent for a few moments; and then the old man said, with a serenity which only extreme age can so suddenly restore-" May 1 make bold to ask, sir, what 's o'clock?" "Half-past four, my friend." "You don't say so! and my work little more than half done! Good a'ternoon to you, sir." THE BACHELOR'S FAREWELL TO HIS SNUFF- With thee, forever, must I now have done ; BOX. ON THE EVE OF HIS MARRIAGE. ERE yet hath sounded celibacy's knell, Ere yet the marriage peal hath rung for me, Long-cherish'd object, loved, alas! too well; My snuff-box, let me sigh farewell to thee; Sigh, do I say? perhaps it should be sneeze; But time, that dries the fountain of our tears, Blunts too our nasal sensibilities: Ah! I have not sneez'd now these many years. "T is hard for old companions but to part, What must it be to cut them, then, for aye? Then go, my box; but, first, my thanks accept And furnish'd consolation in Rappee. Ah! may I never want thee any more! Punch. THE JEWS IN RUSSIA.-The Emperor of Russia has just published a ukase ordering all the Jews in Russia to place themselves, before January 1, 1850, in one of the four following classes: 1. Amongst the burgesses of a town, by the purchase of a piece of land or a house. 2. In one of the three corporations of traders. 3. In a corporation of artisans, after having given the proofs of ability required by law; and 4. In the grand body of tillers of the earth, whether on their own property or under another owner. Such Jews as have not placed themselves by the appointed time in one of the four classes are to be subjected to such restrictive measures as the government may think fit to employ. THE Official Gazette of Wilna publishes an article on the decrees of the Emperor of Russia respecting the Jews in his empire, which places the question in a different light from that in which it has been viewed by some of the German journals. It is asserted that the object of the Emperor is to introduce a spirit of industry into that class of his subjects, to devote themselves to commerce and agriculture, for which end he promises relief from the laws of exclusion and the taxation peculiar to them, and gives them until the year 1850 to embrace his views, after which those who refuse to obey his injunctions will be subjected to the measures of severity which he is now anxious to avoid. THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF MISS ROBINSON might have made shirts at fivepence apiece, and CRUSOE. CHAPTER I. I was born in the year-(but no-I claim the privilege of an unmarried woman, and will not set down the date)-in the city of Westminster. My father was a foreigner of Heligoland, who settled first at Sheerness. He made a good estate by dealing in slops, which he profitably sold to the sailors; and leaving off his trade, lived afterwards in Westminster. Here it was he married my mother, whose name was Robinson, whose ancestor was the famous Jack Robinson, of whom is still retained a popular proverb, relating to rapidity of expression. Being the third daughter, and, unlike my two sisters, single-and my father having impoverished himself by bestowing two large dowries, leaving nothing for me excepting at his death-I had little hopes of marrying in England, or, in other words, of bettering my fortune. I therefore resolved to cross the seas. I had read of several young ladies who, with no money, and very small trunks indeed and with hardly beauty enough to make any man in England turn back to look at themhad married general officers and rajahs in India. I had heard, and with the easy confidence of youth believed the story, that such was the demand for young-lady-wives in the East Indies, that the black men's boats that brought off cocoa-nuts and yams to the ship, on her dropping anchor, also brought off gentlemen covered with diamonds, and provided with wedding-rings. In many instances, the ship carrying a parson, the ceremony was immediately performed in the captain's cabin; and the happy couple on landing, immediately started five hundred miles up the country to spend the honeymoon. With these thoughts haunting me all day, I dreamt of nothing at nights but palanquins and elephants, and a husband continually giving me diamonds and pearls as big as swan's eggs. bound shoes at a farthing a pair. Whereas, you hold the happy middle state of life; a state that peeresses would jump out of their ermine tippets to fall into." After this he pressed me not to think of leaving home and further, promised that he would look about him for a husband for me-a steady, respectable young man of my own condition. But I had my head too full of rajahs and elephants to put up with steadiness and respectability. My mother, too, often scolded me, and rated my father for sending me to that finishing-school. I always said what would come of it," she cried, "when I heard that the girls, before they went to balls and concerts, always swallowed eau-de-cologne upon lump sugar to make their eyes twinkle-I always prophesied how she 'd turn out, and so it's come to pass." a Thus rebuked, I suffered a year to pass away in silence. One day, however, being at Gravesend, eating shrimps upon the pier, six beautiful East Indiamen, in full sail, passed down the river. The tears came into my eyes, and my smothered resolution burst anew into a flame. I resolved, without loss of time, to take my passage for the East. I returned to London; but, instead of going straight home, I went to the Docks, where I accosted a Captain Biscuit, of the ship Ramo Samee, of I don't know how many tons. Observing that as he passed his tobacco over his tongue, he looked suspiciously at my youthful appearance, I assured him that I had been married at fifteen, in India, that the climate disagreeing with my only child. lovely boy, I had brought him to England, to remain with his grandmother, and was now only too anxious to rejoin my beloved husband at Budherapore. When I spoke of my husband, the quick eye of the captain glanced at my left hand; happily, as I wore gloves, he could not observe that no ring was on my finger. Instructed, however, by this accident, on my way home I purchased a ring at a pawnbroker's in the Minories; purchased And when I recollected the education my parents it with a fervent hope that, sooner or later, the had given me with all the advantages of the Black-ring would be found to be of more than money's heath finishing-school-I had no cause for despair. I could play at least six tunes upon the grand piano: I had worked a melon in Berlin wool so naturally, that my dear aunt fainted, as she declared, at the smell of it. I could dance, sing, and speak the very best Italian for-India. My father, seeing me constantly poring over the ship advertisements in the Times, guessed my intentions. One day he was confined to his room, having dined the day before at Blackwall. He sent for me, and expostulated with me on what he foresaw was my determination. "My child," he said, "do you not perceive that you are born in the happiest state-that is, in the middle state of life? Consider how much grief, either way, you escape, by such a fortune. I will suppose you an earl's daughter-in time, to be married to a duke. Reflect upon the drudgery that would then await you. Compelled to be always playing a part; obliged, on all state occasions, to go and mob it at court; to stand behind stalls at fancy fairs; to be trundled about in a carriage, leaving bits of pasteboard from house to house; and, worse than all, if your husband should be a cabinet minister, to be obliged, every other month, to be nothing more than a court lady's maid, with this difference-that you're allowed to wear your own diamonds, and now and then permitted to see a follower. On the other hand, you value. I ought, however, to state that I took my As for three years past I had determined upon this step, I had saved nearly all the money allowed me by my dear father for pocket money and clothes. And as, moreover, I made it always a point of being lucky at cards, I found myself mistress of a hundred and fifty sovereign pieces. "Now,” thought I, "if my outfit even costs me fifty pounds, I shall have, passage and all paid, thirty pounds left; " money, I thought, more than sufficient, even though a husband should not come off in the boat with the cocoa-nuts and yams, to marry me in the captain's cabin. All my thoughts were now bent upon my outfit. With this purpose, I used to steal out morning after morning to make my purchases; having them all sent to the house of a good woman-she had been our cook, and had married a green-grocer to keep for me for the appointed time. I laid in six dozen of double-scented lavender; a dozen of the finest milk of roses; twenty pounds of the best pear! powder; a gross of court-plaster; six ounces of musk; a quart of oil of bergamotte; two boxes of Tom. I know his honor well. I cut him out of rouge, and not to weary the reader-a hundred a shark at Jamakay. Bless you, bless you, Susan, of the like articles, indispensable to a young gen-lass! tlewoman. Susan. Farewell, dearest; here is your bundle. Here is the bacco-bag I worked for you, and here it. Screw. Ha, ha! put it in your mouth and smoke I next visited Madame Crinoline's, and entirely cleared the dear creature's window of her whole is your pipe. stock of petticoats, etcetera, of horsehair. I had heard that birds were caught with horse-hair; and why not in the skittishness of my heart I thought-why not husbands? Besides this-as I had heard much of the effects of Indian fevers-I bought myself three sets of curls, brown, dark brown, and auburn. To capture in an engagement, I thought it was lawful to use any colors. My outfit completed, I awaited, with beating heart, the 10th of May. On that day the Ram Samee was to drop down to Gravesend. On that day I left home, telling my dear father that I was going with some fashionable acquaintances to the exhibition of a sweet little love of a child with two heads and twelve toes. I hurried with my faithful friend to Gravesend. She went on board the ship with me; and, before the captain, kissed me and bade me farewell, as her dear daughter. We weighed anchor; the breeze freshened, and I went below, with some natural thoughts about my native land and my band-boxes.-Punch. A NEW NAVAL DRAMA.-THEATRE ROYAL, WHITECHAPEL ROTUNDA. "Smoking has been forbidden in Britain's navy. THE SEAMAN'S PIPE! OR, THE BATTLE AND THE ACT I. A SEAMAN'S LOYALTY. [General Tableau.-National Air.-Pressgang wave their cutlasses-Peasantry in groups-Tom tears himself from SusanSusan faints. SCENE I.-The Quarter-deck of the "Blazes off 1 American officer. A tarnation neat frigate this! 2 American officer. And a pretty crew; and yet I calculate the old Gouger would chaw her up in twenty minutes if she were placed alongside of her. Captain Bowie. Silence, gents.! we are hurting the feelings of yonder honest seaman at the wheel. Tom. Belay, belay, there, noble captain; jaw away and never mind me. Chaw up the Blazes, indeed! [He hitches up his pantaloons. Captain. (To Tom, mysteriously, having given a signal to his officers, who retire up the mizen mast.) You seem a gallant fellow, and, by the cut of your foretop, an old sea-dog. Tom. Twenty-five years man and boy. Twentynine general hactions, fourteen shipwrecks, ninetysix wounds in the sarvice of my country-that's all, your honor. Captain. Ha! Try this cigar, my gallant fellow. The scene represents the village green, the village-(They smoke on the quarter-deck; the American church in the midst; on the left, Dame Rosemary's cottage. Enter Susan, Tom Clewline, and villagers All. The hornpipe; Tom's hornpipe? [Tom dances the well-known truly British figure. While dancing the hornpipe, reënter Screw, with a press-gang, consisting of a young Midshipman (Miss Tibbits) and four sailors, with battle-swords in their girdles. Screw. (After the encore of the hornpipe) There 's your man! captain expectorates a great deal.)-So much bravery, and a seaman still! Some few faults, I suppose? a little fond of the can, hey? There's a power of rum on board the Gouger. Tom. No, no, Captain, I don't care for rum, and the bos'ns cat and my shoulders was never acquainted. 'Tis the fortune of war, look you. Captain. Look at me! Thomas Clewline. I'm a Commodore of the United States navy; I've a swab on each shoulder, a seat in the senate, and twenty thousand dollars a year. I'm an Englishman like you, and twenty years ago was a common seaman like you. Hark ye-but ho! the British Admiral. [Walks away. Admiral Chainshot. Captain Chainshot, you must read out the order about smoking, to the ship's crew. Captain Chainshot. Ay, ay, sir. Adm. To begin with Tom Clewline, at the helm there. Tom! you saved my life fourteen times, and have received ninety-four wounds in the service of— Tom. Ninety-six, your honor. Does your honor remember my cutting you out of the shark, in Jamaiky harbor? Adm. I was swimming Tom. Up comes a great shark Adm. Open goes his jaws, with ninety-nine rows of double teeth [Press-gang draw cutlasses and advance. Tom. What! on my wedding-day! After twenty years' sarvice-after saving the lives of nine admirals, and scuttling four-and-twenty menof-war? Dash! it is hard! is n't it, Susan? And for that snivelling traitor there (turning fiercely upon Screw)-but never mind; a British tar does n't trample upon worms; a British seaman knows his duty to his king. What ship, sir? Mids. The Blazes, Captain Chainshot, with Ad-main-top gallantmiral Chainshot's flag to the fore. Tom. My gallant captain sucked in like a horange Adm. But Tom Clewline, seeing him from the Tom. Jumps into the sea, cutlass in hand Adm. Cuts open the shark's jaws just as they were closing Tom. And lets out his captain Tom. My Admiral! [They dance the hornpipe. [Sailors gather round, smoking; the American officers look on with envious countenances. Adm. But Tom, I've bad news for you, my boy. The admiralty has forbidden smoking on board-all smoking, except in the galley. Tom. What! tell that to the marines, your honor-forbid a sailor his pipe. Why, my pipe was given me by my Syousan. When I'm smoking that pipe, on the lonely watch, I think of my Syousan; and her blessed blue eyes shine out from the backy (The British seaman may be accommodated to any length in this style.) Only smoke in the galley! Why, your honor, the black cook 's so fat that there 's scarce room for more than two seamen at a time-and that the only place for a whole ship's crew! Crew. Hum! hum! WO-WO-WO-Wo. [They make the usual strange noise indicative of dissent.] Capt. A mutiny a mutiny! country. -National Adm. My heart bleeds for my brave fellows! Now, Captain Bowie, your gig 's alongside, and I wish you a good day. You will tell your government that a British seaman knows his duty. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Sunset-Moonlight-Six bells-Midnight.-Tom still at the wheel. Commodore. Syousan! go below to the gunroom. The deck is no place for woman, at an hour like this. (Exit Susan.) How's the wind, Master? Master. North-south by east. Commodore. Ease her head a little, Mr. Brace; and cluff her gib a point or so. How's the enemy, Mr. Brace? Master. Gaining on us, sir; gaining on us, at ten knots an hour. I make her out to be the old Blazes, sir, in which we sailed. Commodore. Hush! The Blazes, ha! And I must meet my countrymen face to face, sword in hand, stern to stern, and poop to poop! Who would ever have thought that I-I should fight against my country? Master. My country 's where I can get backy. Commodore. You are right, Brace; you are right. Why did they cut off our backy, and make mutineers of our men? We'll do our duty by the stars and stripes; eh, gentlemen? and will show Britons how Britons can fight. Are the men at their guns, Lieutenant Bang? Lieut. Ay, ay, sir; but I think there's something would give 'em courage. Commodore. What! grog, is it? Lieut. No, sir; the national hornpipe. (Coinmodore dances the hornpipe.) And now, all things being ready, let the action begin, and strike up "Yankee Doodle." [The "Blazes" luffs up with her head across the bows of the "Virginia." Boarders follow Chainshot. Terrific rush of the British, headed by the Captain, who cleers the maindeck and lee-scuppers of the enemy. Yankee Rally. Combat between the Commodore ana the Captain. Chainshot falls: the British crew fling down their arms. Adm. My son! My son! Ah, this would not have happened if Tom Clewline had been by my side. Tom. No-no, but I would n't, I couldn't break Syousan's pipe-my pretty little pipe-my pretty Syousan's last gift! part with yow! No, not if I were to die for it. (He puts it in his Commodore. HE IS HERE! (Opening his cloak mouth.) and showing the American star and epaulettes.) Captain (coming unperceived out of the bin-Tom Clewline, whom your savage laws made a nacle.) Ha! smoking!-You shall have five hun- deserter-Tom Clewline, to whom his native dred lashes, as sure as my name 's Chainshot. country grudged even his backy-is now CommoHo, bos'n pipe all hands for punishment. dore Clewline, of the American Navy. (Takes (Exit Captain.) off his hat.) Tom. What! flog me? flog Tom Clewline? No, dash it, never. Farewell, admiral! Farewell, my country! Syousan, Syousan! [Jumps overboard. Cries of "A man overboard! He's swimming to the American frigate; she's standing out to sea!" &c. [This is a beautiful scene. The "Gouger" with all her canvass set, her bowlines gaffed, and her maintop-halyards reefed N. S. by S. N., stands out of the harbor, and passes under the bows of the "Blazes." Distant music of "Yankee-doodle." Tom is seen coming up the side of the ship. ACT III. Adm. Commodore-I am your prisoner. Take the old man's sword. Commodore. Wear it, sir; but remember this: Drive not loyal souls to desperation. GIVE THE SEAMAN BACK HIS BACKY, or, if you refuse, you will have thousands deserting from your navy, like Tom Clewline. Susan. And if our kyind friends will give us their approval, we will endeavor to show, that as long as the British navy endures, and the boatswain has his pipe, 't is cryouel, 't is unjust, unkyind to deny his to the seaman! Punch.] [Curtain drops. BENTICK'S SUDDEN THOUGHT."-Lord George Bentick has accused Sir Robert of "hunting CanSCENE I.-The main-deck, U. S. line-of-battle ship ning to death;" this accusation was made, too, "Virginia," Commodore In the offing, after nineteen years' cordial intimacy between the the "Blazes" is seen in full chase, with her dead-lord and the homicidal baronet. Lord George eyes reefed, her caboose set, and her trysail scup- surely meant to parody Canning's speech in The pers clewed fore and aft. Rovers: "A sudden thought strikes me; let us swear eternal hatred." Susan. But, my love, would you fight against your country? LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.-No. 118.-15 AUGUST, 1846. From the Spectator. faction is of less interest than the personal narra COLONEL KING'S TWENTY-FOUR YEARS IN THE tive. This is partly owing to the writer's want of ARGENTINE REPUBLIC. a comprehensive mind. The incongruity which is shown in the account of his personal adventures is THE author of this volume is a native of New still more visible in the history of larger events, York; who "foolishly' ran away from home at where conclusions have to be drawn as well as a fourteen years of age, and, after trying without mere story to be told, and the reader ought to see success to get a living, allowed his landlord to ship cause and consequence, though he does not trace him on board the brig Wycoona, in the year 1817. them very clearly in Colonel King's account. A The disclosure of concealed arms at sea, and the further diminution of interest arises from the system of training and exercise on board, terrified dramatic form in which the writer thinks proper young King with the notion that he had fallen into to present some of the more atrocious examples of the hands of pirates: but the vessel was designed the cruelty of Rosas. We have scenes and diafor the "Patriot" service of South America; and logues at large; a thing which not only mars the on reaching Buenos Ayres, he was sent ashore as impression of accuracy, since it is not likely and unfit for the service, and left to shift for himself. sometimes it is impossible that a report of the vicBy the kindness of an Irishman and a Frenchman, tim's conversation should have reached the world; young King got a situation in the Frenchman's but, what is of more importance, Colonel King store; but, becoming tired of the perfumery and fancy business, he resolved to fight in defence of freedom; and, through the acquaintance of his patron's family with an officer of the Patriot army, and the moral influence of United States citizenship, he procured a commission as ensign. For a dozen years he was knocked about in the Spanish and civil wars which distracted the Argentine Republic and Peru; and rose to the rank of No very definite idea of the state of society, or colonel; which unsubstantial honor seems to of the causes of the anarchy which reigns throughhave been his chief reward. In 1829 he withdrew out the New World that poor Canning" called from the service, declining any further command; into existence," can be gleaned from Colonel and soon afterwards, marrying a lady of some King's pages. So far as we comprehend the subproperty, he embarked in business as a merchant;ject, the whole cause of failure may be found in till the death of his wife and the horrible atrocities the total deprivation of the means of self-governof Rosas induced him, in 1841, to withdraw from the country and return to the United States. He has now published the results of his experience, in order to disseminate more correct views of the state of the Argentine Republic, and to moderate American indignation touching the interference of France and England with Rosas. wants the dramatic qualities requisite to sustain this artificial kind of composition. The incident consequently becomes tedious from being overlaid with unessential matter of a poor kind. The author's own story is occasionally flattened by the introduction of dialogues; but these may possibly be accurate, as they occurred in his presence, and he is himself often a speaker. ment under which the colonists labored, and the imitative character of their revolt. That they had grievances enough to justify rebellion, is probably true; but the mere grievances would never have made them rebels. They were goaded into revolt by ambitious or patriotic schemers, incited by the examples of the United States and by the mere Though not formally divided, the Twenty-four name of republic. The terrible wars they underYears in the Argentine Republic really consists of went in throwing off the yoke of the mother-countwo parts; one embracing the personal narrative try, hardened their hearts, corrupted their political of Colonel King, the other, a general description morals, and broke up such social power as really of the state of parties in the country, and an existed, till, at the close, a strong government, or any account of some of the most remarkable cruelties government in an European sense, was impossible, of Rosas. The personal narrative chiefly deals save in the hands of a despot, who could only rule with the dangers, privations, battles, imprisonments, by means of an army, or a rabble organized after and escapes, in which Colonel King was engaged the fashion of the Parisian Jacobins. This last during his military career; involving many sketches seems to be the mode of Rosas; many of his atroof the principal men with whom he was brought cities being, apparently, forced upon him in order into contact, and a pretty full picture of South to find means through confiscation to gratify his American warfare. The story is somewhat defi- followers. At present the moral condition of the cient in chronological congruity-passing with so Argentine Republic seems to bear a strong resemmuch rapidity from one leading incident to another, blance, though upon a small scale, to the state of that when an allusion to time occurs, the reader is society during the decline of the Roman Empire. surprised to find years instead of months have The victims are sufficiently refined to feel their elapsed. With these deductions, it is a very miseries acutely; yet they have not power pubinteresting narrative, full of hairbreadth 'scapes licly to resist, or personal courage to compel reand battle dangerous, and furnishing a striking spect by the use of the ultima ratio of the oppressed, picture of the dangers and privations of South the blow of the assassin. The fear of assassination American war, as well as of the ruthless cruelty -one of the modes by which Nature punishes with which it is carried on. "Take prisoner tyrants-is indeed ever present to Rosas; but no and shot" would seem to be a standing epitaph for the officers engaged. The general history of Rosas and the Federalist one appears to have resolved to rid his country of this or any other oppressor, either from motives of vengeance or patriotism. Every one crawls on, |