tion is singularly straight-forward, seldom needing the assistance of inversions; and he rarely says any thing for the purpose of filling up: two freedoms from defect the reverse of vulgar and commonplace; nay the reverse of a great deal of what pretends to be fine writing, and is received as such. We confess we never tire of dipping into it, ' on and off,' any more than into Fletcher or Milton, or into Theocritus himself, who, for the union of something higher with true pastoral, is unrivalled in short pieces.

"The Gentle Shepherd' is not a forest nor a mountain-side, nor Arcady; but it is a field full of daisies, with a brook in it, and a cottage at the sunny end;' and this we take to be no mean thing either in the real or the ideal world. Our Jar of Honey may well lie for a few moments among its heather, albeit filled from Hybla. There are bees, 'look you,' in Habbie's How. Theocritus and Allan shake hands over a shepherd's pipe."

do?'

Then, Jesu Maria! how the deuce do you

"I told them that, notwithstanding, we got on pretty well that we had some decent sort of mutton and very tolerable-looking beef: that our poultry was thought eatable, and our bread pretty good: that, instead of wine, we had a

We have space for only one short extract fur- thing they call ale, which our people here and

"If you tell a Sicilian that there are no earthquakes in England, he acknowledges, of course, the merit of their absence, but smiles to think that you can suppose it a compensation for the want of vines and olives. The following amusing conversation took place in an inn between the English traveller just mentioned and a priest and his landlady, at Caltgirone. The priest, after many apologies for the liberty he was taking, says Mr. Vaughan, begged to converse with me upon the subject of England, which the people of these parts were very anxious to hear about, as the opportunity of inquiring so seldom occurred; and by the time I had dined, I observed a dozen people collected round the door, with their eyes and mouths open to hear the examination.

"And, pray, Signor, is it true what we are told, that you have no olives in England?'

666

Yes, perfectly true.'

666

Cospetto! how so?'

666

Cospettone!' said the lady.

there seem to relish exceedingly; and that by the help of these articles, a good constitution, and the blessing of God, our men were as hardy and as loyal and brave, and our women as accomplished, and virtuous, and handsome, as any other people, I believed, under heaven.

"Besides, Mr. Abbatie, I beg leave to ask you what cloth is your coat of?'

666

Cospetto! it is English!' with an air of importance.

666

And your hat?'
“Why, that's English.'

"And this lady's gown, and her bonnet and ribbons?'

"Why, they are English.'

"All English. Then you see how it is: we send you in exchange for what we don't grow half the comforts and conveniences you enjoy in

your island. Besides, pandrona mia gentile (my agreeable landlady), we can never regret that we don't grow these articles, since it ensures us an intercourse with a nation we esteem!' "Viva!' (long life to you,) said the landlady; and Bravo!' said the priest and be

"Our climate is not propitious to the growth tween bravo and viva, the best friends in the of the olive.'

COLLECTANEA.

"GIVE THOSE WHO PREFER IT CHAMPAGNE.”

secrets are fully divulged. See what "sparkling champagne "L' Oil de Perdrix is made of! In a little work just published, entitled “The "Sliced rhubarb stalks, the tops of young spring Whole Art of Making British Wines, Cordials, nettles, sugar, and eggs!” Taste, also, this and Liqueurs," by James Robinson, the trade-"Fine Old Port," compounded of the juice of

Hamburgh grapes, sugar, a decoction of purple | creatures. Our nation, the northern part of it beet-root, sliced ginger, and red sage leaves-especially, is given to believe in the sovereign together with a large proportion of French brandy, isinglass, bitter almonds, sugar candy, and lemon-peel! Roughness is given by alum, oak-bark, or some other astringent; and the real port flavor, by adding the tincture of the seeds of raisins!- Gateshead Observer.

ALBERT, OUVRIER.

We have been informed that the Albert Ouvrier (workman) who forms one of the Provisional Government of Paris, is the Dr. Albert who was formerly a teacher of French in this town, and afterwards a chemist at Cadishead and Longsight, in this country.- Liverpool Albion.

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THE GERMAN PIPE OF LIBERTY.

Among other things," says the Times, "the Germans have conquered by Revolution, is the right of smoking in the streets." Thus Liberty walks abroad in Germany not only uplifting her head and unfolding her banner, but also smoking her pipe. The Teutonic Goddess of Freedom should be represented in a student's cap, with a meerschaum in her mouth. Our imagination glows with an ideal picture of Liberty behind a pipe. The natural consequence of being free as the wind is the potentiality of blowing a cloud. But as there is really much room for reform in Germany, we hope this is merely "the beginning of the end" of the popular movement in that country. We rejoice to see German freedom commencing in smoke, but shall be sorry to behold it terminate where it has begun. - Punch.

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A HINT TO AMUSEMENT DENOUNCERS.

efficacy of dulness. To be sure, dulness and solid vice are apt to go hand in hand; but then, according to our notions, dulness is in itself so good a thing. almost a religion. Now, if ever a people require to be amused, it is we sad-hearted Anglo Saxons. Heavy eaters, hard thinkers, often given up to a peculiar melancholy of our own, with a climate that for months together would frown away mirth if it could — many of us with very gloomy thoughts about our hereafter- if ever there were a people who should avoid increasing their dulness by all work and no play, we are that people. "They took their pleasures sadly," says Froissart, "after their fashion." We need not ask of what nation Froissart was speaking. - Friends in Council.

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SIGNS OF THE TIMES.

BY A RAMBLER ON THE FRENCH COAST.

Stetimus tela aspera contrà, Contulimusque manus. —- Virgil. England and France for the World!- VICTOR JACQUEMONT. (1830.)

Rambling the other day along the heights in the neighbourhood of Boulogne, I stopped on a jutting crag, and began picturing to myself the probable aspect of that lonely coast by night in the event of the apprehended invasion.*

on the Alps. I passed in review the rival courts of London and Petersburgh, of Paris, Vienna, and Madrid; their clashing interests, and tortuous diplomacy - envenomed by secret grudges and personal antipathies. I considered the tremendous stakes for which these restless gamblers play; and I trembled to think how soon, and how suddenly, the disastrous Apple might be cast upon the board.

And then, in a nobler procession, the pacific and humanizing influences that are at work throughout the world, passed in review before me. I saw the sickle gleaming in the corn the rapid shuttle flying through the web - the drossy ore transmuted in the fire. I saw lone husbandmen and swarming artisans striving for Nature's slowly-yielded treasure; careless of courtly intrigues, and of the baubles for which kings contend. I saw the quays heaped with merchandise, - the sea covered with ships; I saw vast galleries glowing with forms of beauty; I heard the humming of a thousand schools. I saw the blue-lined railway, traversing continents, piercing mountains, connecting distant seas; while, stretched beside it, ran Electric harpstrings, trembling with the music of human thought.

I saw, in fancy, the vast, white, moonlit camp; the lurid signal-fires; the sentinels pacing the cliff's black silhouettes, detached from the gray sky only by the gleaming of their bayonets; the embarking regiments dark masses dotted with glittering points, continually absorbed by the ocean, and continually renewed; the boatsinky, fluctuating streaks on the silver-crested umber of the waves; and farther out, in the misty offing, a line of giant hulls, motionless and black, each with a broad pennant of smoke streaming sluggishly from its great funnel. No martial sounds-drum-beat nor trumpet-snarling disturbed the midnight silence. Only the hum of innumerable voices floated vaguely over the camp; while from the ocean came a sound of muffled oars, mixed with the far-off clank of cables weighing anchor

So, touch by touch, the panorama grew; till

at last the intolerable bleakness of the wind drove me from my unsheltered position. Wrapping my cloak around me I struck inland; and made for a village-spire some two or three miles off.

As I walked briskly on, this phantom-show soon faded from my mind; and through its dissolving mist new pictures brightened, in a connected series.

First, as I pondered, came the "dogs of war." I saw the jewelled crown of Spain flashing with a sinister light; I saw the feverish seething of Italian blood; I saw new avalanches gathering

It is not of French bayonets, but of French ideas, that the invasion is now apprehended. These Signs of the Times' were noted in January last; and some remarks on their relation to subsequent events will be found in the Postscript.

And then I saw a little child governwith tiny hand, the motion of a gigantic machine. He fed it with blank sheets of senseless cotton; and drew forth living pages - rich with divine philosophy, with music, and with immortal verse. And I saw countless thousands reading these pages; and the sound of their voices as they read was solemn and harmonious

like the murmur of a distant ocean, or of a forest stirred by gentle winds.

And the more I considered these things, the more it seemed to me that the powers of Nature are on the side of peace; and that whereas the elements of discord are superficial, transitory, and mean, like the feverish passions whence they spring; the sources of Order, on the contrary, are deep, enduring, and majestic, as the eternal harmonies which they reflect.

So musing, I reached the brow of a hill; and,

raising my eyes, saw at a distance the town of Boulogne, reclining on the slope of a hill, washed by the sea below, and crowned with crumbling fortifications. As I contemplated its modern, "mast-thronged port," and "the roundure of its old-faced walls," its mixed aspect set me think

a groom. Seeing me there he stopped too; and, champing a straw which he carried in his mouth, looked on for awhile in silence.

The bull-dog, who had a torn lip, and a wound (doubtless honorable) on his fore-paw, limped up and sat down at the groom's feet: where, after licking his paw for awhile, he curled himself comfortably up, and dropped into a watchful doze.

Strong fellows, them, sir," said the groom, civilly.

ing of its manners, equally mixed; of its half- | bull-dog that accompanied him, I judged to be French, half-English population. It struck me that influences peculiarly favorable to peace must be at work here; that a society so composed must be, in some sort, a school of international assimilation. "Here," thought I, "the French and English are thrown together as neighbours and fellow-townsmen, having many common interests and occupations. They meet in the church, the market, the assembly-rooms; they trade, dine, dance together; form friendships; and sometimes intermarry. In such conditions it seems hardly possible for mutual animosity and mistrust to prevail; the old prejudices must be withering off like deciduous leaves, and giving place to healthy shoots of just and liberal appreciation. If so, these Channel-ports have an important transitional function. In the great laboratory of Europe they are the alembics wherein two kinds of blood may touch and interfuse. And every experiment of this kind is a step towards that universal fraternity to which Man instinctively tends."*

Revolving all these things in my mind, I came to a point where three roads met; and stopped to consider my way. As I looked to and fro, my eye was caught by the picturesque chiaroscuro of a blacksmith's forge hard by. The stal wart arms and smirched faces of the men at work shewed through the dusky air, half black, half reddened by the glowing furnace; the great bellows creaked and roared; the white-hot iron hissed on the blue anvil; one little hammer danced rhythmically on its ringing surface; while two monstrous ones swang by turns through the air, spreading at each ponderous descent a shower of dazzling sparks.

As I stood gazing in the middle of the road, a sturdy fellow, evidently English, came up; whom, by his dress, and by a morose-looking

The recent expulsion of the English workmen rom Rouen by their French comrades, seems at first sight to invalidate this remark. The inconsistency, however, is only apparent. Such dissensions between foreign workmen are not engendered by international

ill-will. They spring from motives which are equally inactive in their operation, equally deplorable in their results, between fellow-countrymen- -even between kinsmen when forced into hostile and ruinous competition. The mines, workshops, and factories of our own country, are battle-fields in which capitalist is pitted against capitalist -- master against workman-the workman himself against his unemployed competitor. Until this anarchy of divergent interests is reduced to an organized equilibrium, every oscillation in the markets of labor and produce must continue to bring ruin, strife, and bitter animosities, in its train. Kindly feeling naturally gives way before the terrible apprehension of want. Good fellowship returns with abundance. Thus viewed, the facts in question tend to confirm my remark At Rouen there was considerable distress, and the French workmen found their wages lowered by foreign competition. At Boulogne, where no such reduction is attributed to the English

workmen, they have not been molested.

“Ay, indeed!" I replied.

"No one would n't hardly credit they was Frenchmen; would they, sir?" "You think not?"

"Lord bless you, sir, not one in a hundred, without they heared their lingo!"

Just then the music of the anvil ceased; the bellows left off breathing; the fire dwindled to a spark; the great hammers reposed on their heads on the ground; and the biggest fellow of the three advanced towards the light, holding the horse-shoe, still glowing, in his iron tongs. He looked at it flatways and edgeways, and then held it up and lighted his pipe by it.

While he was thus engaged, a sudden snarl issued from the depths of the shed, and a pair of eyes glared red beneath the work-bench. Next moment a great mastiff sprang forth, grinning hideously, with his white teeth unsheathed up to the gums, and back to the very hinges of his jaws. By his furious barking, and the bloodthirsty fire of his distended eyeballs, I expected to see him rush at once upon the bull-dog. But he stood hesitating on the threshold; and, quivering with rage, appeared to measure his adversary's strength.

"The projected invasion!" thought I, laughing.

The sleeping bull-dog, to do him justice, was on his feet in an instant; and retorted the very first war-note with a savage growl. With bristles erect, fangs bared, and hatred-flashing eyes, he advanced towards his assailant; and, planting his square chest stubbornly on his short bow-legs, shook his lean ribs with deep-fetched blasts of defiance.

"G-r-r-r, Boxer!" said the groom. "Back, Don't you see he's twice your weight,

stupid!
you fool?"