simply dressed in black without any other some of our American divines; a man who pays adornment than a massive gold chain.

The judges, in a similar way, were most remarkable for being

dressed in black with small clothes and silk stockings. Also

I saw no big wigs, but some wore the hair tied behind with a small black silk bag attached to it. Some of the principal men were dressed in black velvet, which became them finely.

But the ladies made amends-the beautiful ladies of England, all with their fine busts before them:

little attention to forms, and does not value them. There is a kind of brusque humor in his address, a downright heartiness which reminds one of Western character. If he had been born

in our latitude, in Kentucky or Wisconsin, the natives would have called him Whately, and said he was a real steamboat on an argument.

BISHOP WILBERFORCE.

He is a short man, of very youthful appearance, with bland, graceful, courteous manners. He is much admired as a speaker.

MR. HALLAM.

The historian Hallam was also present, whose Constitutional History, you will remember, gave rise to one of Macaulay's finest reviews; a quiet, retiring man, with a benignant, somewhat sad expression of countenance.

LORD MAHON.

The ladies were in full dress, which here in England means always a dress which exposes the neck and shoulders. This requirement seems to be universal, since ladies of all ages conform to it. It may, perhaps, account for this custom,ners, and fluent in conversation. to say, that the bust of an English lady is seldom otherwise than fine, and develops a full outline at what we should call quite an advanced period of life.

He is a young-looking man, of agreeable man

MR. TUPPER AND ANOTHER.

books,-winning love and trust the very first few moments of the interview.

Martin Farquhar Tupper, a little man, with fresh, rosy complexion, and cheery, joyous manners; and Mary Howitt, just such a cheerful, This beauty of the English ladies, let us re-sensible, fireside companion as we find her in her mark, is praised at the expense of other ladies, just as Lord Carlisle's lectures on America are praised at the expense of all other works on the same theme. Only look over, with Mrs. Stowe, at the women in America. She is speaking of the English ladies still.

LORD GLENELG.

Lord Glenelg, formerly Sir Charles Grant, himself has been the author of several pieces of poetry, which were in their time quite popular.

SIR ROBERT INGALLS.

Church, it was an agreeable surprise to find him Knowing that he was both high Tory and high particularly gentle and bland in manners, earnest and devout in religious sentiment.

SIR DAVID BREWSTER.

They are not obliged to choose between washing their own dishes, or having their cut glass, silver, and china left to the mercy of a foreigner, who has never done anything but field-work. And last, not least, they are not possessed with that ambition to do the impossible in all branches, which, I believe is the death of a third of the women in America. What is there ever read of in books, or described in foreign travel, as at-ver-white hair, who seemed to be on terms of He is a fine-looking old gentleman, with siltained by people in possession of every means and appliance, which our women will not under- great familiarity with the duke. take, singlehanded, in spite of every providential indication to the contrary? Who is not cognizant of dinner-parties invited, in which the lady of the house has figured successively as confectioner, cook, dining-room girl, and, lastly, rushed up stairs to bathe her glowing cheeks, smooth her hair, draw on satin dress and kid gloves, and appear in the drawing-room as if

THE HON. AND REV. BAPTIST NOEL.

He is tall and well formed, with one of the most classical and harmonious heads I ever saw. Singularly enough he reminded me of a bust of Achilles at the British Museum.

THE LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.

Lord Campbell is a man of most dignified and

nothing were the matter? Certainly the un-imposing personal presence; tall, with a large daunted bravery of our American females can frame, a fine, high forehead, and strongly marked never enough be admired. Other women can features. play gracefully the head of the establishment; but who, like them, could be head, hand, and foot all at once.

We have again wandered from the portraits. Let us look at a few more before we quit the gallery.

ARCHBISHOP WHATELEY.

Archbishop Whateley, I thought seemed ra ther inclined to be jocose: he seems to me like

THE LORD CHIEF BARON.

A very dignified gentleman, dressed in black velvet, with a fine head.

SIR ARCHIBALD ALISON.

A tall, fine-looking man, of very commanding presence.

Now we will go to the ladies, quitting the tall, fine, large men.

MRS. DICKENS.

Meanwhile the servants moved noiselessly to Mrs. Dickens is a good specimen of a truly and fro, taking up the various articles on the ta English woman; tall, large and well developed, ble, and offering them to the guests in a peculi One of the dishes brought with fine, healthy color, and an air of frank-arly quiet manner. ness, cheerfulness, and reliability. A friend to me was a plover's nest, precisely as the plowhispered to me, that she was as observing, and ver made it, with five little blue speckled eggs in fond of humor, as her husband.

it.

And while thus recording her meals, her conversations, and her goings to and fro with dignified folk, for the small edification of her public in America, Mrs. Stowe astonishes us by complaining of the English appetite for small talk after the following fashion!

I have been quite amused with something which has happened lately. It always has seemed to me that distinguished people here in

Lady Mahon is a handsome, interesting woman, England live a remarkably out-door sort of life; with very pleasing manners.

THE MARCHIONESS OF STAFFORD.

Among the company present I noticed the beautiful marchioness of Stafford. I have spoken of her once before, but it is difficult to describe her, there is something so perfectly simple, yet elegant, in her appearance; but it has cut itself like a cameo in my memory a figure under the middle size, perfectly moulded, dressed simply in black, a beautiful head, hair a la Madonna, ornamented by a band of gold coins on black velvet : a band of the same kind encircling her throat is the only relief to the severe simplicity of her

dress.

Of Stafford House, where she was nobly entertained, and of the Duchess who entertained her, Mrs. Stowe speaks in more raptures than we have space to quote. It is natural, no doubt, but the enthusiasm wanders too far afield. Mrs. Stowe even writes a chapter to to prove that the management of the Suther land estates is

to my view an almost sublime instance of the benevolent employment of superior wealth, &c. She cannot look at a Raffaelle without thinking of a face that is more divine.

If I did not know it was Raphael, what should I think? And I confess that, in that case, I should think that there was in one or two of them a certain hardness and sharpness of outline that was not pleasing to me. Neither any more than Murillo, has he in these pictures shadowed forth, to my eye, the idea of Mary. Protestant as I am, no Catholic picture contents me. I thought to myself that I had seen among living women, and in a face not far off, a nobler and sweeter idea of womanhood.

and newspapers tell a vast deal about people's concerns which it is not our custom to put into print in America. Such, for instance, as where the Hon. Mr. A. is staying now, and where he expects to go next; what her grace wore at the last ball, and when the royal children rode out, and what they had on; and whom Lord Such-a-one had to dinner; besides a large number of particulars which probably never happened.

Let us honestly add, however, with regard to Mrs. Stowe, that she is not to be accused of betraying any confidences. The book is clear of all reproach on that score. Mrs. Stowe has nothing of the N. P. Willis nature. Her fault is only that she tells what even a friendly visitor by her own fireside would scarcely think worth hearing as talk, and what certainly no sensible public cares to find set down in a book.

In other respects also her volumes are deplorably weak. They contain much criticism upon poetry and painting, which in general, though with a shrewd natural touch here and there, exhibits only the wonderfully uncultivat ed state of Mrs. Stowe's taste. She, with her whole party of fellow travellers, went into tears before the monument of the Princess Charlotte in the Chapel at Windsor! Verily they had an aptitude for tears and raptures. One of the party, we may add, the Rev. C. Beecher, fills a fourth part of his sister's work with extracts from a journal of his own, remarkable only for flippancy and rapture of the most foolish kind. He writes of mountains thus:

Mountains are Nature's testimonials of anguish. They are the sharp cry of a groaning and trav This superabundance of what we much re- ailing creation. Nature's stern agony writes itgret to be obliged to call coarse flattery-be- self on these furrowed brows of gloomy stone. cause it is exaggerated and undiscriminated These reft and splintered crags stand, the dreary images of patient sorrow, existing verdureless praise-is one of the most unwelcome char- and stern because exist they must. In them acteristics of Mrs. Stowe's book. There is al- hearts that have ceased to rejoice, and have so plenty of the most empty detail upon break- learned to suffer, find kindred, and here, an earth fast, lunch, and dinner such rubbish as worn with countless cycles of sorrow, utters to thisthe stars voice of speechless despair.

Perhaps that is enough to exhibit of the Rev. Mr. Beecher. But as we have shown him in his sublimity, let us show him also in his mirth.

ture employed both by himself and Mrs. Stowe, against which objection would be made in England. But all this we admit to be matter of taste, and we shall not dispute upon it. Of Mrs. Stowe's taste in poetry we shall give

Saturday, July 9.-Rose in a blaze of glory. Rode five hours in a char-à-banc, under a burning two examples. She is complimentary in the

sun. But in less than ten minutes after we mounted the mules and struck into the gorge, the ladies muffled themselves in thick shawls. We

seemed to have passed, almost in a moment, from the tropics into the frigid zone. A fur cloak was suggested to me, but as it happened I was adequately calorified without. Chancing to be the last in the file, my mule suddenly stopped to

"I won't," said he, stuffily. "Won't you?" said I, pursuing the same line of inductive argument, with rhetorical flourishes of the bridle.

first:

I certainly do not worship the old English Poets. With the exception of Milton and Shakepeare, there is more poetry in the works of the writers of the last fifty years than in all the rest together.

And in the other, critical:

It has always seemed to me that Dr. Watts's ated. If ever there was a poet born, he was that rank as a poet has never been properly appreciman; he attained without study a smoothness of the intensest analysis and most artistic care. versification, which, with Pope, was the result of Nor do the most majestic and resounding lines of Dryden equal some of his in majesty of volume.

Almost any verse at random in Dr. Watts's paraphrase of the one hundred and forty"Never!" he repeated again most mulishly. eighth Psalm exceeds the best of Dryden's, both Simply as a "Then if words and kicks won't do," said I, in melody and majesty. "let us see what virtue there is in stones;" and specimen of harmonious versification, I would suiting the action to the word, I showered him place this paraphrase by Dr. Watts above everywith fragments of granite, as from a catapult. thing in the English language, not even exceptAt every concussion he jumped and kicked, but ing Pope's Messiah. But in hymns, where the kept his nose in the same relative position. I re-ideas are supplied by his own soul, we have exdoubled the logical admonition; he jumped the more perceptibly; finally, after an unusually affecting appeal from a piece of granite, he fairly budged, and I seized the bridle to mount.

"Not at all," said he, wheeling round to his first position, like a true proslavery demagogue. "Ah!" said I; and went over the same line of argument in a more solid and convincing manner. At length the salutary impression seemed permanently fastened on his mind; he fairly gave in; and I rode on in triumph to overtake the party having no need of a fur coat.

Horeb, Sinai, and Hor! What a wilderness! what a sudden change!

amples in which fire, fervor, imagery, roll from the soul of the poet in a stream of versification in which he describes the glories of the heavenly evidently spontaneous. Such are all those hymns state and the advent of the great events foretold in phrophecy; for instance, this verse from the opening of one of his judgment hymns:

"Lo, I behold the scattered shades;

The dawn of heaven appears;
The sweet immortal morning sheds

Its blushes round the spheres."

That last passage, read by the light of Uncle Tom's Cabin, gives us certainly a curious inThat "Horeb, Sinai, and Hor!" expletive, sight into the mind of Mrs. Stowe, and shows which sounds odd in the mouth of a clergy-how execrable a critic may make a first-rate man, is an example of a mode of using Scrip-novelist.

From Eliza Cook's Journal.

THE HALF-PAY LIEUTENANT.

a quantity of officers, chiefly of subaltern rank, to whom, or a considerable proportion of them, a peace establishment merely brought half-pay and an unemployed life, little consonant with their active energies.

THE close of the campaign in Holland in 1799 brought back to the shores of Old England many a maimed and scarred soldier who had fought A favorite resort with the officers now out of and bled for his country, and carried her stand-commission was the vicinity of the clubs at the ard through a succession of battles. About the West End. They were to be distinguished at a time alluded to the metropolis swarmed with dis-glance by their bronzed faces, tarnished epaubanded soldiery, and the public had to accustom lettes, and faded uniforms. themselves to the sight of "red coats The scene became shifted: it was changed to mixing in every street with the sober black and Downing Street, where the levees of the minisdrab costumes of the citizens. Many of the re-ters soon overflowed with place-hunters, whose turned warriors carried sad souvenirs of their numbers the military certainly had materially inbravery. There were among the disbanded troops creased. The Government did not altogether

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forget applicants so deserving as the latter, albeit | office in such a state of depression, dust, and fadifficulties arose on distributing civil appoint- tigue, that I really felt pained to see him, and ments amongst military men. Some hesitation hastened to hand him a chair. He, however, deoccurred at placing pens into hands more accus-clined it, but said in a tone of anguish,tomed to swords. However, the civil service "Ah! Sir, you are too good to be offended if was nevertheless recruited from the ranks of the I say that it is not for me to take my ease when military, perhaps to an extent beyond its legiti-I ought to be working for my bread.'" mate needs. But the Government were unable to place one quarter of the applicants, and the name of the disappointed was "Legion." Among these unfortunates was the individual whose story we are about to relate. It may be thought a fitting companion piece of portraiture to the Poor Captain of Elia.

"The truth was out, and I managed to so receive the sad communication as not to add to his troubles by wounding his pride. When we make a confidant it is human nature to be open-hearted and communicative. The lieutenant told me his story. He had served long; he was sixty years of age, and still only a subaltern officer in We derive the subjoined anecdote from the army, now placed on a wretched pittance as the Mémoires of M. Dutens, who was private a superannuation allowance commonly called secretary to the Right Honorable C. Macken-half-pay; he had seen three of his sons, one zie in 1799. "In this year (wrote M. Dutens) I after the other, killed in action almost by his daily met with an old Scotch officer of sixty side; he had now a second wife and another fayears or more, named Campbell; he had a high mily to bring up, but nothing to subsist on but military deportment, but was tall, thin, and lame the miserable proceeds of that half-pay. His -much, indeed, in appearance like the old cap-case filled me with sympathy and commiseratain whom "Gil Blas" describes meeting with tion, and I determined to aid his cause if poswhile in the service of the Count de Lerna. This sible. poor military gentleman was one of those who thronged at the Treasury and the bureaus of the ministry after the peace. Lieutenant Campbell's object was to get a place under Government; not a high salaried office or a sinecure, but just some small appointment in the Revenue or the Customs, if possible in the country. For with regard to his provincial preference, he had a wife and family, and he thought he could live more economically in the country than in town. He was prepared to turn his sword into a ploughshare, and, like Cincinnatus, he was ready also to turn his back upon the capital.

"That_same_evening, after supping with my patron, Mr. Mackenzie, and while arranging some papers for his signature, I hazarded an attempt at bringing Lieutenant Campbell's case on the tapis.

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Here, sir," I began, while arranging the papers before me, is poor Campbell's application. The poor fellow called to-day again, as he has done every day for months past. He expects, unreasonably enough, but yet he seems confident of, an appointment. And if, indeed, distress would be any recommendation, he tells me now that he is actually in want of bread."

bosom of my family, I am no longer attending to the suit of every place-hunter.'

"All that I could do for my poor subaltern was "Eh, my dear sir!" ejaculated the minister in to obtain him the wished-for audience of the reply, repressing a yawn; 'a truce with more minister of state; but Lieutenant Campbell's re- solicitations this evening. Have we not had quest to be employed in some small way in the enough of them during the day? I think that civil service was received and treated as every ten at least, in my privacy, I should be free from this in the dozen of such applications were by the min- sort of annoyance. Do not, if you please, dissiister-received certainly with politeness and civil-pate the idea I entertain that, when I am in the ity, never refused, but dismissed, forgotten from the moment the door of the bureau closed upon the applicant. Lieutenant Campbell was bowed out in the usual manner. He, however, would not, for a long time, believe in the possibility of his failure. He had no idea of the deceptive nature of the Deus ex machine he sought to propitiate. He came often to Downing Street to hear when he was likely to be appointed, and where would be the scene of his duties? His naïveté in persisting thus with his faith in a political patron, whom. in fact, he had only once seen, excited my sympathy, and I could not help feeling interested in so unfortunate and credulous a suitor. His gentlemanlike bearing distinguished him from the horde of place-hunters besieging the Government offices, and I determined I would see what could be done for him, notwithstanding his want of the usual credentials from high political personages for getting a place or a sinecure.

It was when the lieutenant was well nigh wearied with dancing (poor fellow! hobbling were the better word) attendance with his maimed limb and seedy uniform in the purlieus of Downing Street, that one day he came into my

"I was, of course, silenced by this reproof. Still I could not rest that night for thinking of the case of Lieutenant Campbell. He was present in my dreams. The chair I had offered him in my office, and which he had refused in so touching a manner; those three sons killed in battle by his side; himself, after forty years' service, only a lieutenant; and now on half-pay, and with a numerous family to support! I could not help feeling distressed when I reflected on these instances of sorrow and misfortune.

"I rose earlier than usual. The minister of state had risen before me. He had gone to one of his seats a short distance from town, but he had left a note for me directing me to forward his letters. Whenever Mr. Mackenzie visited his cottage orné at Tottenham, he requested me to send after him some newly-published book or some old and favorite author for his amusement. It struck me, while turning over some volumes in his library, that Mr. Mackenzie was especially partial to Gil Blas in the original of Le Sage. We had read it together, and few things di

"Apropos of the lieutenant,' Mr. Mackenzie observed, put down " recommended by Gil Blas the Younger."'

verted him more than that vivid and varied pic- and requested me to enter in a book which was ture of life. The character of Captain Don Han-kept to register the names of persons who were mibal Chinchilla returned to my mind in all its strongly recommended to him, those of some life-like reality. I found considerable resem- fresh applicants. I was agreeably surprised blance between Lieutenant Campbell and the de- when he dictated, amongst others, the name of scription given by Gil Blas of Chinchilla, and Campbell. the idea possessed me that I would appeal to the minister's penchant for the chef d'œuvre of Le Sage by way of renewing my suit on behalf of my protégé, the Lieutenant. Accordingly I conceived the plan, which I immediately executed, of writing to the minister a memoir thereon, depicting the character of a modern Don Hannibal de Chinchilla, and closely following as the facts permitted, the peculiarities of the original Gil Blas. I signed the sketch Gil Blas the Younger,' and sent it off to my patron. I soon heard from his valet, who delivered the paper, that he had read the memoir, and that he had smiled repeatedly in the perusal. This I put down as a good augury. At the lapse of a few days, Mr. Mackenzie returned to town. One morning, shortly after his return, he called me into his cabinet,

"I did not fail to thank the minister, and that heartily, when I found that my ruse had proved successful, without giving offence to my patron. "It was with infinite pleasure that I afterwards announced to my poor protégé that he was nominated to an appointment as a collector of the revenue in his own country, Scotland. The poor old gentleman shed tears of joy at the good news, and overwhelmed me with his thanks. I never saw him again, but heard that he fulfilled his duties arduously, and was esteemed one of the most respected of the king's servants by those under whose immediate authority he acted in Scotland."

From Chambers's Journal.

A HINDOO WEDDING.

A RECOLLECTION OF 1805.

fathers, when they have sons and daughters come to the age of bethrothal, which is generally when the boy is twelve, and the girl eight or nine, look out for a match for them in some respectable family of their caste, and who can likeIt is well known in England that the Hindoos wise give a suitable portion with their children. marry or are betrothed very young; and also, There are also female agents, or match-makers, that the fair sex is so confined to the house, that who go about under pretence of selling fine the young women, after they are ten or twelve dresses, clothing, or trinkets, and who make a years of age, see no male persons, not even their profitable trade in looking out for good-looking own brothers. The houses of wealthy persons girls, and recommending them to the mothers are all constructed so that they have no win-who have come of age. After they have made dows that look into the streets, but are built in an eligible match, the fathers make a bargain squares, the windows looking into the interior. for the sums that each is to give to the children The only entrance is by one large gate, where to set up housekeeping, and fix the time when the dorwan, or porter, sits night and day, for he the wedding is to take place. To make the areats, drinks, and sleeps inside the gate; and rangement sure, a native vokedi or lawyer, is emwhen he has occasion to go to the river to bathe, ployed to draw up the deed, with a penalty in and say his prayers-which he does regularly case of failure. When the wedding is to take every morning he is relieved by a trustworthy place that is when the young couple are to live person, so that no one can go in or out without the fact being known. All Europeans of any note also keep a doorwan, who when any stranger goes into the house, call after him: "Bhars Ca-Sahib, iah, chubber, di joe;" that is to inform the servants of the house that a stranger gentleman has gone in, and to let the master know. By this, you will see the place is strictly guarded; and it is very difficult to get in, except at the Durga Poojah, and other great holidays, when three sides of the house are opened to strangers, and the women of the family removed to the zenana, or the side of the square opposite the gate, the windows of which are generally glazed with ground-glass, that gives light, but cannot be seen through. The great baboos have their children betrothed when very young, and as they are never allowed to see strangers, the father looks out for suitable matches for them; the mothers are out of the question, for they see no person but their husbands or servants. The

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together, which is, generally, when the boy is eighteen, and the girl fourteen-all their male relations and acquaintances are told there will be a great tamassa, or procession at the wedding, and they are invited to attend. If the boy's father is rich, he will spend a great deal of money on this fortunate occasion.

I remember, in 1805, a very rich baboo, with whom I had frequent dealings, and who made all his money by trading with Europeans, having a grand tamassa at his son's wedding, which lasted three days. There was a gorgeous procession through the streets of Calcutta during that time, at which not less than 1000 hired persons assisted; and besides other devices, there was a large mountain made of bamboos and paper, on which were placed a number of trees and bushes, with wild animals and birds, from the elephant and tiger to the squirrel and mouse, and from the cassowary (the Indian ostrich) to the wren all made of the same material, and paint