nay, I even asked her if she thought her father and mother were in heaven, which she could not well deny, for they were main good people; and then I asked why she could not be content with the same light which had led them there!--but all to no purpose: and, to make bad worse, whenever I went out on an evening, to take my pint with a neighbour, the reverend rascal was sure to hold a prayer meeting in our cellar, and to eat up all my provision, and run me a score at the ale-house to boot. I could have borne every thing but this; when a case is desperate, you know, sir, we must have a desperate remedy;---so I turned too, and gave her this strap for the first and last time. It did her good, however, for it put out the new light, and made her as peaceable as a lamb !"

I could not refrain from smiling at the domestic difficulties of Mr. Jenkins, while I gravely attempted to recommend the Christian doctrine of forbearance. "And so I did, sir," he replied, "I forbore as long as mortal man could do, and the more, because I had once a very narrow escape myself,---and after a new light too, but one of a different kind. Do you know, sir, I was nearly turned a downright Radical, and went to the meetings in Spa-fields, and sat for hours in discourse with little Waddington on the state of the nation, and other high learned affairs,--but, God forgive us! how could such fellows as we mend it, though the "Black Dwarf" said we might; and if I had never read any thing but the Political Register at the barber's, on a Sunday, I should never have set up for a reformer; for that, sir, you know, has changed its opinions so often, that a man can never form one out of it. Thus it was, sir,--my stall was neglected, and we should all have gone to the poor-house, if my poor boy ---I had a son then ;---poor Sam! he was too good for me---and now he is in heaven!- "Nature struggled in his throat for utterance, and a gush of feeling trickled from his eyes: the Cobbler had been a father, and was still a man! The object of his affection, and his pride, was gone for ever; yet memory had erected an humble sepulchre in his bosom, and Nature washed it with her

tears.

"Well, sir," he proceeded, with some difficulty, 66 my poor Sam used to rise early and work late, to keep things together, and all to no purpose,---till anxiety and trouble threw him into a fever, and he was dying--then, sir, I began to reform, too late---my poor boy died in my arms; and, as we closed his

eyes in silence and in sorrow, I sunk upon my knees, and prayed for pardon; and it was then, and over his grave the next Sunday, that I formed my last firm resolution, never to meddle again with public affairs, but to work honestly for my living, and endeavour to prove a good husband, since I was no longer a father; and I humbly think, sir, that if I fear God, and honour the king in the old way, it will be enough for a cobbler!"

And for more than cobblers, thought 1; and as the ale came in at this juncture, and my shoe was finished and did most admirably, after drinking a glass, I took leave of my worthy friend, with a trifle to induce him to remember my visit; and, as I proceeded from the cellar, I heard him exclaim cheerfully, "Look here, wife ---Egad! but we'll have a shoulder of mutton and a Yorkshire pudding on Sunday!"

DER FREISCHUTZ.

the subject of a most humourous jeuTHIS silly production has been made d'esprit, under the title of "DER FREIS CHUTZ TRAVESTIE," and, although the original is, in our opinion, a sufficient burlesque in itself, yet the ingenious SEPTIMUS GLOBUS, Esqr. has, out of such sorry materials, produced a very amusing and ludicrous performance. It is written throughout in a vein of wit and sarcasm we seldom meet with in these kinds of performances, and without any of that "Tom and Jerry" slang, usually the most distinguished feature in other burlesques. The etchings by GEORGE CRUIKSHANK are excellent, and display all that characteristic humour for which this artist is remarkable.

We subjoin a few short quotations for the amusement of our readers.

Enter Zamiel in human shape, with burning red cup-and-saucer eyes, and strong tea complexion, black and green mixed; a Spanish hat and cock-tail feather; mantle, flame colour; waistcoat, and tights, ditto, to match; boots of undressed leather, and a large plumber's melting-ladle by his side. Rodolph terrified. Caspar to Zamiel.

Rodolph, a gentleman, a friend of mine, Would do some business with you in

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Zamiel. I never handled such a head! We'll have a cast! dismiss your dread! (Zamiel turns away to depart.) Rodolph (with timidity)

I think I've courage!

Zamiel (returns, and feels again.)

It's mountain! Remember! at the Wolf's Glen fountain! [The incantation scene is admirable.] Caspar in the middle of the circle incessantly feeds the fire, and fans it with the Eagle's wing. Rodolph restless by his side.

Caspar (throws in charms.) Here's Lead-from a parodist's coffin that's dead!

Chorus of Spirits. No solo! no solo! Here's Quick-Silver · to go with the

lead!

Cho. of Spirits. Run, run, oh! Good fun, oh! [bull's-eye! Three charmed bullets-that hit the Cho. of Spirits. Oh! my eye oh! Betty Martin oh! [did die! Here's a bull's foot-that was baited, and Cho. of Spirits. M. P. Gal. oh! Act o'Pal oh! [cat! Here are the strains of a tortoiseshell Cho of Spirits. Mow-wow-how! Ah! me-you-owe!

Here are the brains-of a cricket bat! Cho. of Spirits. Bowl out, oh! Stump out, oh! [rout! Here's a thread of life--snapp'd at a Cho. of Spirits. Hick, hack, hawk, oh! To grave walk, oh!

Here's a fly's eye---neatly cut out! Cho.of Spirits. Ya-ah-hip, oh! answer whip oh!

Here are accidents---from bad old ways! Cho. of Spirits. Tread-mill oh! Mac{days!

Adam oh!

Here's some wisdom--of the good old
Cho. of Spirits. Ay, awe, hum, ob!
Fee, faw, fum, oh! [suits well!
Here's a Lawyer's head--that managed
Cho. of Spirits. Mult. Com. Leg. oh!
Sec. Stat. oh!
[shell!
Here's his knowledge of men--in a nut-

servation oh! [founder'd nag! Here are hairs---from the tail of a Cho. of Spirits. Woe ---woehe! Woe, woe, woe, oh! [man's bag! Here are halters used--- from the hangCho. of Spirits. Sus. per Col. oh! All a foll. oh!

[Incantation ends-Enter Bellman.

To run and
Go!
When he's bid, to fetch and carry:
To and fro,

Between Caspar and old Harry,
All
And all

Manner of messages, notes, letters,
Parcels, and other things, with care,
As they, in duty to their betters,
Are bound and ought to do. Appear,
Therefore, without delay

At your peril! Huzza!---Huzza!

Chorus, Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Caspar puts the ladle on the fire.
A Voice from the ladle.
All's ready!---Hag appear!
Sweep thy way through the air,
Direct hither the foul North East,
That's neither good for man, nor beast,
With its blight and blast,
Till the balls are cast,
Eclipse the moon till all is blue!
Caspar! the melting waits for you!
TRIO AND CHORUS OF EVIL SPIRITS.
I'm a Yorkshireman.

Brandy. I'm landed quite ripe from
Bordeaux,

A prime piece incog. for a revelry!

Rum. I'm from Jamaica---a word, ho! All's snug? I'm above proof for devilry ! Gin. Ruin! let me be admitted; Though I'm private.--still I like this

rout here!

No. XLIX. THE WIFE. Of the woman, came the beginning of sin; and through her's, we all die! ECCLES. xxv. 4. From Eve, the mother of mankind,

Our parent Adam's wife,

Sprang Sin; and thence fell Death arose, The enemy of life.

Let not, howe'er, thy tender mind

To grief a victim fall;

Let faith and hope support thy soul, 'Tis but thy Father's call.

THE ABSENT MAN.

WITH the character of Bruyere's Absent Man, the reader is well acquainted. It is translated in the Spectator, and it has been exhibited on the Theatre. The general opinion runs, that it is a fictitious character, or at least, one the author has too highly coloured: it was well known, however, to his contemporaries, to be the Count De Brancas. The present anecdotes concerning the same person, have been unknownto, or forgotten by, Bruyere; and, as they are undoubtedly genuine, and, at the same time, to the full as extraordinary as those which characterize Menalcas, or the Absent Man, it is but reasonable to suppose, that however improbable it may appear, it is a faithful delineation of an anomalous character. The Count was reading by the fire-side, but Heaven knows with what degree of attention, when the nurse brought him his

No. L. THE LAST JUDGMENT.

We shall stand before the judgment-seat of Christ. ROM. xiv 10. Watch, therefore, for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come. MATT. xxiv. 42.

For all his actions to account,

By God's express command, Each man before the judgment-seat Of Christ, the judge, shall stand! Watch, therefore, and be vigilant,

Lest, when that time shall come, God, for your actions, should pronounce A just but angry doom.

infant-child. He throws down the book; he takes the child in his arms---he was playing with her, when an important visitor was announced. Having forgot he had quitted his book, and that it was his child he held in his hands, he hastily flung the squalling innocent on the table.

The Count was walking in the street, and the Duke de la Rochefoucault crossed the way, to speak to him. God bless thee, poor man!' exclaimed the Count. Rochefoucault smiled, and was beginning to address him- Is it not enough?" cried the Count, interrupting him, and somewhat in a passion; is it not enough that I have said, at first, I have nothing for you? Such lazy beggars as you hinder a gentleman from walking the streets.' Rochefoucault burst into a loud laugh; and awakening the Absent Man from his lethargy, he was not a little surprised, himself, that he should take his friend for an importunate mendicant!

AMERICAN PAINTERS.

(From Blackwood's Magazine.)

No. III.-REMBRANDT PEALE, Portrait and Historical Painter.

MR. Peale is an American. He studied and pursued the business of portrait painting in France. There are several painters in America of this name and family, but Mr. R. Peale is altogether superior to the others. One of his portraits attracted a good deal of admiration some years ago, at Paris; and another (of Mr. Matthews the comedian) was lately exhibited in London. I have never seen it, but am told that it was a masterly thing. His portraits are beautifully painted, but rather cold, formal, and, until very lately, wanting in fleshiness. He has changed his manner, however, of late, and is now a very fine portrait painter.

His essays in historical painting are numerous, and quite wonderful, when we consider the disadvantages under which he must have laboured in America; with no models, no academy figures, no fellow-labourers to consult; nobody even to mould a hand for him in plaister, and few to hold one long enough for him to copy it, of flesh and blood. His "Court of Death," it is probable, will pay a visit here. It is a very large picture, and has parts of extraordinary power. NO. IV.-ALSTON, Historical Painter.

MR. Alston is an American; studied in London, and at Rome; and is undoubtedly at the head of the historical department in America. He is well understood, and very highly appreciated, in this country, and should lose no time in returning to it. His "Jacob's Vision" has established his reputation; but he owes to this country a debt which he will never pay if he remain at home. We have claims upon him here, for

"He is, as it were, a child of us;" and his countrymen will never give him that opportunity which we would, if he were here.

Mr. Alston's faculties are a very uncommon union of the bold and beautiful; and yet, there is a sort of artificial heat in some of his doings, much as if it were latent, elaborated with great care, and much difficulty; not that sort of inward fervour which flashes into spontaneous combustion, whenever it is excited or exasperated.

No. V.-MORSE,

Historical and Portrait Painter.

MR. Morse is an American; studied in the Academy, in some degree, under Mr. West. His model of the Dying Herculus obtained the medal here. His portraits are powerful, free, and distinguished by masterly handling. He has done but little in history.

No. VI, SULLY,

Portrait and History.

MR. Sully, who is the "Sir Thomas Lawrence" of America, is an Euglishman, born, I believe, in London. His father, when master Sully was about five, went over to America with his whole family. Many years after, the son returned, and continued in London for a considerable time, pursuing the study of his art, and copying some fine old pictures for his friends in America. That over, he returned, and, after years of great assiduity, has become, without any question, one of the most beautiful portrait painters in

the world.

No. VII. STEWART,

Portrait Painter.

MR. Stewart is an American. He was a long time in this country, many years ago,-painted the principal nobility, and ranked, even then, among the first masters. He is old now, but unquestionably at the head of American painters. In fact, they all bow to his opinion as authority. Some notion of his prodigious power may be gained from this fact. The best portrait in the Somerset exhibition, this year, that of Sir William Curtis by Sir T. Lawrence, and that which is least after his own style, is exceedingly like the pictures of Stewart, so much so, indeed, that I should have thought it a Stewart, but for two or three passages, and the peculiar touch of the artist. There is, however, more breadth in Mr. Stewart's pictures, than in those of Sir T. Lawrence, but much less brilliancy and gracefulness. Mr. Stewart hardly ever painted a tolerable woman. His women are as much inferior to those of Mr. Sully, and of course to those of Sir T. Lawrence, as his men are superior to the men of almost any other painter. His manner is diguified, simple, thoughtful, and calm. There is no splendour,-nothing flashy or rich in the painting of Stewart, but whatever he puts down upon canvas is like a record upon oath, plain, unequivocal, and solid.