Some delight in their muslins and money, May your days like a holiday Monday, All peaceful, and happy, and blest. Usefulness was the great aim of Mr. Mogridge's life, as will appear from an examination of his works, and no less certainly from the following appeal, which is one of the earliest productions we can trace : O lady! I love to look on thy face, For thou hast an eye of fire, Lady! think me not severe, But this world is a world of cares, And if thou hast not learned to pray, Love and duty bid me say, Lady hast thou prayed to-day? Lady! foster not the thought That thy charms offend me-never! LADY! LOVELY LADY!-PRAY! Time was I felt what I durst not name, And I had a soul of fire; And passions strong, and thoughts unblest, But lady! the tempest-it onward past, And now there is that hath whispered peace, Passions lure, and lead astray— Lady lady swift is time, Call to mind thy fleeting breath, Ponder on Eternity, Learn in life to think on death; If thou never yet hast prayed, O take the blessed Book of Truth, O raise a contrite heart to Heaven, Lady! I too will pray for thee, Kneeling on the cold flint stone, 353 On the 22nd of May, 1844, a man named Walker was brought before one of our police-courts, for obtaining money from Mr. Charles Dickens on false representations; Mr. Mogridge thus addressed that gentleman on reading the report in the "Times." SIR, 3, Enfield Road, Kingsland Road, I am sure that could I make manifest the emotions now influencing my heart and hand, you would need no apology from me for thus adding to the number of your unknown correspondents. I am not about to offer incense to your talents, for even supposing your appetite for praise to be equal to your influence in exciting it, you must long ere this have been feasted to satiety, and yet, having addressed for years with my pen under various names, and not altogether unsuccessfully, youth, maturity, and old age, in an humble department of literature, I might be pardoned were I led by sympathy with an author's hindrances and helps, depressions and exultations, to express somewhat floridly the high estimation in which in common with the world I have held your literary achievements. Having just read in the police reports in one of the journals of this day the evidence against "John Walker" (in which it plainly appears that with a liberal heart and hand you have ministered to the wants and distress of an afflicted stranger, though certainly an erring one), I am moved by feelings which I trust are common to humanity, as one of the great family of mankind, to offer you my heartiest thanks. The kindest acts when publicly performed are liable to misconstruction, but the circumstance alluded to (in connexion with others whispered abroad by those who have a right to be grateful) sets forth beyond the power of scepticism to deny it, the fact that you are accustomed thus privately to gratify the benevolence of your nature, a fact more creditable to your heart than your happiest literary efforts are to your understanding. As I fling these 66 OLD FATHER THAMES." 355 hurried but sincere acknowledgments on my paper, while yet the journal containing the intelligence which has called them forth is before me, my emotions must necessarily be somewhat of an impulsive kind; but I should do myself injustice in restraining them, as I doubt not that the impulse of the present moment will be accredited by the cooler judgment of an after hour; and that as a lover of kindly deeds, interested in the philanthropy of the literary character, I shall remain as much as I now feel, Yours gratified, obliged, and very obediently, Under the name of "Ephraim Holding," Mr. Mogridge not only prepared a highly interesting and useful volume for families, but another no less so, for Sunday-school teachers. When the Working Men's Educational Union was established, he was one of the first to encourage it by a contribution from his purse, and also from his pen; nor was there an effort in behalf of man's temporal or spiritual interests with which he did not most heartily sympathise, and according to his means, promote. No sooner therefore were Ragged Schools established than he heartily wished and prayed for their prosperity; and some of the most eloquent and impressive papers he ever penned was for them, under the name of "Old Father Thames." It is the purpose of the present writer speedily to edit a volume of his friend's Pennings and Pencillings, should his so doing be warranted by the favour shown to this biography. THE CHAPTER XVII. THE DAY BREAKING. I have dreamed that I slept on the verge of a rock, That I fell, and sank deep in the depths of the sea, But that time is gone, and the vision is fled And the dreadful emotion is o'er, And the rock and its terrors have vanished away, I have watched till the darkness of night has prevailed And have gazed with a pang till the features of life But the darkness of midnight has gone far away, SPRAINED ANKLE. LETTER то MOGRIDGE. MONTGOMERY. VISITS ΤΟ HASTINGS. MR. MOGRIDGE'S LAST ILLNESS.-HIS GRave. RETURNING home one night, Mr. Mogridge suddenly set his foot on a broken flag-stone, which produced intense agony in the leg, a deathly coldness came over him, and steadying himself against a closed shop window, he awaited the crisis. Somewhat recovered by a cold perspiration, he hopped to some palisades by the road-side, and assisted by these, he contrived to reach his own dwelling which was not far distant. |