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A PRENCH GENTLEMAN'S LETTER TO AN

ENGLISH FRIEND IN LONDON.

Cornwall ; but occasionally they strike approaching nearer to that of Newcason a very rich lode (or vein) in that tle. The national importance of the county. Last spring, some ore from inexhaustible supply of this mineral the Penstruthal mine was ticketed at which exists in Wales, is incalculable ; Truro, at the enormous price of 541. 14s. but as it has already been alluded to in per ton; and a shor: time previous, in The Mirror, in an extract from Mr. The Great St. George Mine, near St. Bakewell's Geology, we will not farther Agnes, a lode was struck five feet thick, pursue the subject. While mentioning which was worth 201. a ton. There are the trade of Swansea, we should not only six other copper-works in the king. omit to state that two extensive pottedom besides those of Swansea, five of ries, tin and ironworks, and founderies, which are within fifteen miles of that &c., and bonding warehouses and yards town; the other is at Amlwch (in the for foreign goods, &c. exist here. isle of Anglesea), where the Marquess of

VYVIAN. Anglesea smelts the ore raised in his mines there. The annual import of ore Spirit of the annuals. into Swansea in 1812 was 53,353 tons ; in 1819, 70,256 tons were brought coastwise : besides which, several thousand tons of copper ore are imported from AĦ my deer frend I cannot feel the America every year.

Since this period plaisir I expresse to come to your counthere has been a large increase. Most try charming, for you see.

We are arof the ships which are freighted with rive at Southampton before yesterday at copper ore load back with coal, for the one hour of the afternoon, and we are Cornish and Irish markets. Of bitumi. debarked very nice. I never believe nous, in 1812, 43,529 chalders, and in you when at Paris, you tell me that the 1819, 46,457 chalders were shipped Englishwomen get on much before our coastwise, besides a foreign trade of women; but now I agree quite with about 5,000 chalders every year. Most you; I know you laughing at your of this goes to France, the French ves- countrywomen for take such long steps ! sels coming here in ballast for this pur. My faith! I never saw such a mode to pose ; but all coal shipped for abroad walk; they take steps long like the man must be riddled through a screen com- Very pretty women! but not equal to posed of iron bars, placed three-eighths ours! White skins, and the tint fresh, of an inch apart, as it is literally almost but they have no mouths nor no eyes. dust. Great hopes are now entertained Our women have lips like rose-buttons, here that government will abolish the and eyes of lightning ; the English have oppressive duty on sea-borne coal.' In mouth wide like the toads, and their the stone-coal and culm* trade, Swansea eyes are like “ dreaming sheeps,'' as one and Neath almost supply the whole of our very talented writers say, "moukingdom. Independent of foreign trade, ton qui rève.” It is excellent, that. I 55,066 chalders of culm and 10,319 tons am not perceived so many English ladies of stone-coal were shipped coastwise in tipsy as I expect; our General Pilon 1819': last year the ports of Swansea say they all drink brandy; this I have and Neath shipped 123,000 chalders of not seen very much. I was very surprise stone-coal and culm. Stone-coal im- to see the people's hair of any colour proves in quality as it advances west- but red, because all our traveller's say ward. That of Milford, of which how. there is no other hair seen, except red ever only about 6,000 chalders are or white ! But I come here filled with annually exported, sells generally at candour, and I say I have seen some peofrom 508. to 60s. per chaldron in the ple whose hair was not red. You tell London market-a price vastly exceed- me often at Paris, that we have no music ing the finest Newcastle coal. It emits in France. : My dear friend, how you no smoke, and is used principally in are deceived yourself! • Our music is lime-burning and in manufactories where the finest in the world, and the German an intense heat and the absence of smoke come after ; you other English have no is required. The Swansea culm is mostly music; and if you had some, you have obtained about thirteen miles from the no language to sing with. It is necessary town. The bituminous coal mines in that you may avow your language is not the vale of Tawy are fast getting ex- useful for the purpose ordinary of the hausted, and the supply of coal must at world. Your window of shop are all no distant day be drawn farther west- filled at French names_« des gros de ward, near the Burry River, where the Naples,

,!! “ des gros des Indes, « des quality of the coal is much improved, gros d'été,”' &c. If English lady go for * The small of the stone-coal.

* See Mirror, vol. xii.

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demand, show me, if you please, sir, We omitted the Conditions drawn up some “ fats of Naples,'some “fats of by the Provisional Government, (the India,” and some « fats of summer,' baker, butcher, publican, &c.) in our the linendraper not understand at all. account of the revolutionary stir, or as Then the colours different at the silks, the march-of-mind people call a riot, people say, puce

évanouie,”
» « ceil de

“ the ebullition of popular feeling," at l'empereur,

,"flammes, d'enfer,” « feu Stoke Pogis. Here they are, worthy of de l'opéra;”? but you never hear lady any Vestry in the kingdom, Select or say, I go for have gown made of “faint- otherwise. ing fleas,” or “emperors' eyes," or

" Conditions. opera fires,or of the “flames's of a place which you tell me once for say “). That for the future, widows in never to ears polite! You also like very Stoke Pogis shall be allowed their thirds, much our musique in England; the and Novembers their fifths. street-organs tell you best the taste of the people, and I hear them play always be held inviolable, and their persons

“ 2. That the property of Guys shall “Le petit tambour,' bergerette, “ Dormez, mes chéres respected. amours,” and twenty little French airs, “ 3. That no arson be allowed, but of which we are fatigued there is a long all bon-fires shall be burnt by the comtime. I go this morning for make visit mon hangman. to the house of a very nice family. When am there some time, I demand of the lowed an hour to leave the place.

“ 4. That every rocket shall be alyoung ladies, what for they not go out ? One reply, “Thank you, sir, we are

" 5. That the freedom of Stoke Pogis always oblige for stay at home, because be presented to Madame Hengler, in a papa enjoy such very bad health.. I cartridge-box. say, “ Oh yes! How do you do your “6. That the military shall not be papa this morning, misses !!

“He is called out, uncalled for. much worse, I am obliged to you, sir !!! I bid them good bye, and think in myself

“7. That the parish beadle, for the how the English are odd to enjoy bad time being, be authorized to stand no health, and the young ladies much oblige to me because their papa was much “8. That his Majesty's mail be perworse ! “Chacun à son goút," as we mitted to pass on the night in quessay. In my road to come home, I see a tion. board on a gate, and I stopped myself

« 9. That all animosities be buried in for read him. He was for suy, any per- oblivion, at the Parish expense. sons beating carpets, playing cricket, and such like diversions there, should

“ 10. That the ashes of old bon-fire's be persecuted. My faith! you other be never raked up. English are so droll to find any diversion

WAGSTAFF, High Conin beating carpets! Yet it is quite as (Signed) stable. amusing as to play the cricket, to beat

WIGSBY." one little ball with big stick, then run about like madmen, then throw away Our next quotations are two comicobig stick, and get great knock upon serio Ballads :your face or legs. And then at cards

FRENCH AND ENGLISH. again! What stupid game whist! Play for amuse people, but may not laugh in France speak French!"

“Good Heaven! why even the little children

ADDISON.* any! Ah! how the English are droli ! I have nothing of more for say to you

NEVER go to France at present; but I am soon seeing you, Unless you know the lingo, when I do assure you of the eternal re

If you do, like me, gard and everlasting affection of your

You will repent by jingo, much attached friend.-Conic Offering.

Stariug like a fool,
And silent as a mummy,
There I stood alone,

A pation with a dummy.
HOOD's
We have taken a slice, or rather, four

Chaises stand for chairs,

They christen letters Billies, cuts, from Mr. Hood's fucetious vo

They call their mothers mares, Jume. . Their fun needs not introduc

And all their daughters fillies ; tion, for the effect of wit is instanta

Strange it was to hear,

I'll tell you what's a good 'un, nivous. To talk about them would be

They call their leather queer. like saying “ see how droll they are.”

Aud balf their shoes are wooden.

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II.

I. Signs I had to make For every little notion, Limbs all going like A telegraph in motion. For wine I reel'd about, To show my meaning fully, And made a pair of borns, To ask for “beef and bully."

IV. Moo! I cried for milk; I got my sweet things snugger, When I kissed Jeannette, 'Twas understood for sugar. Jf I wanted bread. My jaws I get a-going, And asked for new-laid eggs By clapping bands and crowing,

To measure out the grond not long

The seconds then forbore,
And having taken one rasb step,

They took a dozen more.
They next prepared each pistol-pan

Against the deadly strife,
By putting in the prime of death

Against the prime of life.
Now all was ready for the foes.,

But when they took their stands. Fear made them tremble so they found

They both were shaking hands.
Said Mr. C. to Mr. B.,

Here one of us may fall,
And like St. Paul's Cathedral now,

Be doom'd to bave a ball.
I do confess I did attach

Misconduct to your name :
If I withdraw tbe charge, will then

Your ramrod do the same ?
Said Mr. B. I do agree-

But think of Honour's Courts !
If we go off without a shot,

There will be strange reports
But look, the morning now is bright,

Though cloudy it begun;*
Why can't we aim above, as if

We had call'd out the sun ? So up into the barmless air

Their bullets they did send; And may all other duels have

Tbat upsbot in the end.

If I wished a ride,
I'll tell you how I got it:
On my stick astride,
I made believe to trot it;
Then their cash was strange,
It bored me every minute,
Now here's a hog to change,
How many souos are in it.

VI.
Never go to France
Unless you kuow the lingo;
If you do, like me,
You will repent, by jingo;
Staring like a fool,
And silent as a mummy,
There I stood alone,
A nation with a dummy,

We next quote brief illustrations of the Cuts on the opposite page. It may be observed that the articles themselves have but little esprit, and that, unlike most occasions, the wit lies in the wood.

First is a Sonnet accompanying the cut “ Infantry at Mess."

THE DUEL.

A SERIOUS BALL AD. Like the two Kings of Brentford smelling at

one posegay."
In Brentford town, of old renown,

There lived a Mister Bray,
Who fell in love with Lucy Bell,

And so did Mr. Clay.
To see her ride from Hammersmith,

By all it was allowed,
Sucb fair outsides are seldom seen,

Such Angels on a Cloud.
Said Mr. Bray to Mr. Clay,

You choose to rival me,
And court Miss Bell, but there your court

No thoroughfare shall be.
Unless you now give up your suit,

You may repent your love
I who have shot a pigeon match,

Can shoot a turtle dove.
So pray before you woo her more,

Consider what you do;
If you pop anght to Lucy Bell-

I'll pop it into you.
Said Mr. Clay to Mr. Bray,

Your threats I quite explode ;
Ove who has been a volunteer

Knows how to prime and load.
And so I say to yon unless

Your passion qniet keeps,
I who have sbot and hit bulls' eyes

May chance to bit a sheep's.
Now gold is oft for silver changed,

And that for copper red:
But these two went away to give

Each other change for lead.
But first they sought a friend &-piece,

This pleasant thought to give-
When they were dead, they thus should have

Two seconds still to live.

“ Sweets to tbe sweet-farewell."--Hamlet, TIME was I liked a cheesecake well enough ; All buman children have a sweetish tuotbI used to revel in a pie or puff, Or tart-we all are tarters in our youth ; To meet with jam or jelly was good luck, All candies most complacently I crumped, A stick of liquorice was good to suck, And sugar was as often liked as lumped ; On treacle's, “ linked sweetness long drawn

out,” Or boney, I could feast like any fly, I thrilled when lollipops were bawk'd about, How pleased to compass hardbake or bull's eye, How charıped if fortune in my power cast, Elecampane-but that campaign is past,

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Picking his

way belongs to a day (April 17) in a “ Scrape Book," with the motto of “ Luck's all :'

17th. Had my eye pick'd out by a pavior, who was acing his way, he didn't care where. Sent home in a hackney-chariot that upset. Paid Jarvis a sovereign for a shilling. My luck all over !"

The Schoolmaster's Motto, accompanying " Palmam qui meruit ferat !"' is too long for extract.

The chief fun of the countryman and his Pigs lies in the cut.

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Southey, however, has not mentioned a Qublic Journals. work in English, of Bunyan's own time,

and from which, certainly, the general

notion of his allegory might have been BUNYAN'S PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.* taken. The work we allude to is now Or the first appearance of this cele- before us, entitled, The Parable of the brated parable, Mr. Southey's diligence Pilgrim, written to a friend by Symon has preserved the following notices :- Patrick, D.D., Dean of Peterborough ;'

“It is not known in what year the the same learned person, well known by Pilgrim's Progress was first published, his theological writings, and successively no copy of the first edition having as yet Bishop of Chichester and Ely. This been discovered; the second is in the worthy man's inscription is dated the British Museum; it is “ with additions,' 14th of December, 1672; and Mr. and its date is 1678; but as the book'is Southey's widest conjecture will hardly known to have been written during Bun- allow an earlier date for Bunyan's Pilyan's

imprisonment, which terminated grim's Progress, 1672 being the very in 1672, it was probably published before year in which he was enlarged from prihis release, or at latest immediately after son. The language of Dr. Patrick, in it. The earliest with which Mr. Major addressing his friend, excludes the poshas been able to supply me, either by sibility of his having borrowed from means of his own diligent inquiries, or John Bunyan's celebrated work. He the kindness of his friends, is that apologizes for sending to his acquaint“ eighth e-di-ti-on” so humorously in- ance one in the old fashioned dress of a troduced by Gay, and printed-not for pilgrim; and says he found among the Ni-cho-las Bod-ding-ton, but for Na- works of a late writer, Baker's Sancta thanael Ponder, at the Peacock in the Sophia, a short discourse, under the Poultrey, near the Church, 1682 ; for name of a Parable of a Pilgrim ; which whom also the ninth was published in was so agreeable to the portion of fancy 1684, and the tenth in 1685. All these he was endowed with, that he presently no doubt were large impressions:') thought that a work of this nature would

“When the astonishing success of the be very grateful to his friends also. It Pilgrim's Progress had raised a swarm appears that the Parable of a Pilgrim, of imitators, the author himself, accord- so sketched by Dr. Patrick, remained ing to the frequent fashion of the world, for some years in the possession of the was accused of plagiarism, to which he private friend for whom it was drawn made an indignant reply, in what he con- up, until, it being supposed by others sidered as verses, prefixed to his · Holy that the work might be of general utility,

it was at length published in 1678. Some say the Pilgrim's Progress is not mine,

Before that year the first edition of the Insinuating as if I would shine

Pilgrim's Progress had unquestionably In name and fame by the worth of another, Like some made rich by robbing of their brother; acquit the Dean of Peterborough and

made its appearance; but we equally Or that so fond I am of being Sire, I'll father hastards; or if need require,

the tinker of Elstow from copying a I'll tell a lye in print, to get applause. I scorn it; John such dirt-heap never was

thought or idea from each other. If Since God converted bim. Let this suffice Dr. Patrick had seen the Pilgrim's ProTu shew why I my Pilgrim patronize.

gress he would, probably, in the pride It came from mine own heart, so to my head, of academic learning, have scorned to And thence into my fingers trickled.

adopt it as a model ; but, at all events, Then to my pen, from whence immediately On paper I did dribble it daiutily.'—p. lxxxix.

as a man of worth, he would never have

denied the obligation if he had incurred Mr. Southey has carefully examined one. John Bunyan, on his part, would this charge of supposed imitation, in in all likelihood have scorned, with his which so much rests upon the very sim- very heels,' to borrow anything from a plicity of the conception of the story, and dean; and we are satisfied that he would has successfully shown that the tinker have cut his hand off rather than written of Elstow could not have profited by one the introductory verses we have quoted, or two allegories in the French and had not his Pilgrim been entirely his Flemish languages-works which; he own. could have had hardly a chance to meet Indeed, whosoever will take the trouwith ; which, if thrown in his way, he ble of comparing the two works which, could not have read; and, finally, which, turning upon nearly the same allegory, if he had read them, could scarcely have and bearing very similar tites, came into supplied him with a single hint. Mr. existence at or about the very same time,

Abridged from the paper on Southey's Life will plainly see their total dissimilarity. of Bunyan, in the last Quarterly Review, Bunyan's is a close and continued alle

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