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with plaster figures for sale. "In my time," one of these "images" (it usually occupied a corner of the board) was a "Polly"—

A lengthened mass became by colourable show," a dog "like ingenuity might have tortured it into a devil. The feline race were of two shapes and in three sizes; the middle one-like physic in a bottle, "when taken, to be well shaken," moved its chalk head, to the wonder and delight of all urchins, until they informed themselves of its "springs of action," at the price of "only a penny," and, by breaking it, discovered that the nodding knob achieved its un-cat-like motion, by being hung with a piece of wire to the interior of its hollow body. The lesser cat was not so very small, considering its price-"a farthing:"-I speak of when battered button tops represented that plentiful" coin of the realm." Then there was the largest

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This representative of the most pular" of "all the winged inhabitants of air," might have been taken for the likeness of some species between an owl and the booby-bird; but then the wings and back were coloured with a lively green, and the under part had yellow streaks, and the beak was of a red colour, and any colour did for the eyes, if they were larger than they ought to have been. "In my time" too, there was an image" of a "fine bow pot," consisting of half a dozen green shapes like halbert tops for "make believe" leaves, spreading like a half opened fan, from a knot " that was not," inasmuch as it was delicately concealed by a tawny coloured ball called an orange, which pretended to rest on a clumsy clump of yellowed plaster as on the mouth of a jar-the whole looking as unlike a nosegay in water as possible. Then, too, there was a sort of obelisk with irregular projections and curves; the top, being smaller than the bottom, was marked out with paint into a sort of face, and, by the device of divers colours, it was bonnetted, armed, waisted, and petticoated-this was called a "fine lady."

Cat.

The present representation favours the image too much. Neither this engraving, nor that of the "parrot," is sufficiently like the artist says he "could not draw it bad enough" what an abominable deficiency is the want of "an eye"-heigho! Then there were so many things, that were not likenesses of any thing of which they were" images," and so many years and cares have rolled over my head and heart, that I have not recollection or time enough for their description. They are all gone, or going-" going out" or " gone out for ever!

Personal remembrance is the

frail and only memorial of the existence of some of these "ornaments" of the ■umble abodes of former times.

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The masterpieces on the board of the "image-man, were "a pair," -at that time matchless." They linger yet, at the extreme corners of a few mantle pieces, with probably a sampler" between, and, over that, a couple of feathers from Juno's bird, gracefully adjusted into a St. Andrew's cross-their two gorgeous eyes giving out "beautiful colours," to the beautiful eyes of innocent children. The" images," spoken of as still in being, are of the colossal height of eighteen inches, more or less: they personate the "human form divine," and were designed, perhaps, by Hayman, but their moulds are so worn that the casts are unfeatured, and they barely retain their bodily semblance. They are always painted black, save that a scroll on each, which depends from a kind of altar, is left white. of the inscriptions says,

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"Such were the forms that o'er th' incrusted souls

Of our forefathers scatter'd fond delight,”

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Price, and Alison, and Knight, have generalized "taste" for high-life; while those of the larger circle have acquired "taste from manifold representations and vehicles of instruction, and compre hend the outlines, if they do not take in the details of natural objects. This is manifested by the almost universal disuse of the "images" described. With the inhabitants of every district in the metropolis, agreeable forms are now absolute requisites, and the demand has induced their supply. There are, perhaps, as many casts from the Medicean Venus, Apollo Belvidere, Antinous, the Gladiator, and other beauties of ancient sculpture, within the parish of St. George, in the East, as in the parish of St. George, Hanover-square. They are reposited over the fire-places, or on the tables, of neighbour

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and all, except the owners, admire the presumption. The "effigy" looks as if the inan had been up the chimney, and, instead of having "drawn empyrean air," had taken a glass too much of Hodges's "Imperial," and wrapped himself in the soot-bag to conceal his indulgence and his person-this is "Milton." The other, in like sables, points to his inscription, beginning,

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barbarous parrot were, even "in my time," desirable" images." The moulds of the greater number of these deformities, are probably destroyed. It was with difficulty that the "cat" could be obtained for the preceding column, and an "image" of the "parrot" was not procurable from an image-man." Invention has been resorted to for the gratification of popular desire: two plaster casts of children, published in the autumn of 1825, have met with unparalleled sale. To record the period of their origin they are represented in the annexed engraving, and, perhaps, they may be so perpetuated "insubstantial pageant" of "the when the casts themselves shall have disinmortal Shakspeare,"

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The "common people" have become uncommon;
A few remain, just here and there, the rest
Are polish'd and refined: child, man, and woman,
All, imitate the manners of the best;

Picking up, sometimes, good things from their betters,
As they have done from them. Then they have books;
As 'twas design'd they should, when taught their letters ;
And nature's self befriends their very looks:

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When these agreeable figures first appeared, the price obtained for them was four shillings. As the sale slackened they were sold for three shillings; now, in March, 1826, the pair may be bought for two shillings, or eighteen pence. The consequence of this cheapness is, that there is scarcely a house without

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the human voice can scarcely trust itself to relate; which art never can represent, and the pen can only feebly describe. Such a scene occurred at Lyons. in the year 1794.

The place of confinement to which those were hurried, who had been condemned to suffer by the revolutionary tribunal, was called "the Cave of Death." A boy not fifteen years of age was sent thither. He had been one of the foremost in a sortie made during the siege, and for this was doomed to perish. His little brother, scarcely six years old, who had been accustomed to visit him at his former prison, no longer finding him there, came and called at the iron grate of the vault. His brother heard him, and came to the grate: the poo infant passed his little hands between There a.e things in nature which the vast bars to embrace him, while the

There can be no doubt that society is improving in every direction. As I hinted before, we have a great deal to learn, and something to unlearn. It is in many respects untrue, that "art improves nature;" while in many important respects it is certain, that "nature improves art."

The Brothers.

elder raising himself on the points of his feet could just reach to kiss them. "My dear brother," said the child, "art thou going to die, and shall I see thee no more? why didn't you tell them that you are not yet fifteen?"-"I did, brother, I said all that I could say, but they would hear nothing. Carry a kiss to my mother, and try to comfort her; nothing grieves me but that I leave her ill; but don't tell her yet, that I am going to die." The child was drowned in tears, his little

heart seemed ready to burst :-" Goodby, brother," he repeated again and again; "but I'm afraid you didn't say that you are not yet fifteen."-He was at length so suffocated with sobs that he could speak no more, and went away. Every one who passed by, seeing his distress, asked him what was the matter. ""Tis the wicked men that make me cry," said he; "they are going to kill my brother who is so good, and who is not yet fifteen."

With any being of a human form,
Who, reading such a narrative as this
Could be unshaken to the inmost soul,

I would not share a roof, nor sit, nor stand,

Nor converse hold, by word, or look, or pen.

Well, Reader! thou hast read-hast thou no tears!
If thou wert stranger to the tale till now,

And weep'st not-go! I dare not, will not, know thee
Thy manner may be gentle, but thy heart
Is ripe for cruelty-Go hence, I say!

March 7.

The Season.

The earth has now several productions for our gratification, if we stoop to gather and examine them. Young botanists should commence their inquiries before

the season pours in its abundance. They who are admiters of natural beauties, may daily discover objects of delightful regard in the little peeping plants which escape the eye, unless their first appearance is narrowly looked for.

The Primrose.

Welcome, pale Primrose! starting up between
Dead matted leaves of ash and oak, that strew
The every lawn, the wood, and spinney through,
'Mid creeping moss and ivy's darker green;

How much thy presence beautifies the ground:
How sweet thy modest, unaffected pride
Glows on the sunny bank, and wood's warm side.
And when thy fairy flowers, in groups, are found,
The schoolboy roams enchantedly along,

Plucking the fairest with a rude delight:
While the meek shepherd stops his simple song,
To gaze a moment on the pleasing sight;
O'erjoy'd to see the flowers that truly bring
The welcome news of sweet returning spring!

It is remarked by the lady of the "Flora Domestica," that "this little flower, in itself so fair, shows yet fairer from the early season of its appearance; peeping forth even from the retreating snows of winter: it forms a happy shade of union between the delicate snowdrop and the flaming crocus, which also venture forth in the very dawn of spring." The elegant authoress observes further: "There are many varieties of the prim

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rose, so called, (the polyanthus and auricular, though bearing other names, are likewise varieties,) but the most common are the sulphur-coloured and the lilac. The lilac primrose does not equal the other in beauty: we do not often find it wild; it is chiefly known to us as a garden-flower. It is indeed the sulphurcoloured primrose which we particularly understand by that name: it is the primrose: it is this which we associate with

the cowslips and the meadows: it is this which shines like an earth-star from the grass by the brook side, lighting the hand to pluck it. We do indeed give the name of primrose to the lilac flower, but we do this in courtesy: we feel that it is not the primrose of our youth; not the primrose with which we have played at bo-peep in the woods; not the irresistible primrose which has so often lured our young feet into the wet grass, and procured us coughs and chidings. There is a sentiment in flowers: there are flowers we cannot look upon, or even hear named,

without recurring to something that has an interest in our hearts; such are the primrose, the cowslip, the May-flowe:, the daisy, &c. &c. The poets have not neglected to pay due honours to this sweet spring-flower, which unites in itself such delicacy of form, colour, and fragrance; they give it a forlorn and pensive character. The poems of Clare are as thickly strewn with primroses as the woods themselves; the two following passages are from "The Village Minstrel."

O, who can speak his joys when spring's young morn
From wood and pasture opened on his view,
When tender green buds blush upon the thorn,
And the first primrose dips its leaves in dew.

"And while he pluck'd the primrose in its pride,

He ponder'd o'er its bloom 'twixt joy and pain;
And a rude sonnet in its praise he tried,

Where nature's simple way the aid of art supplied."

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Sweet are the omens of approaching Spring
When gay the elder sprouts her winged leaves;
When tootling robins carol-welcomes sing,

And sparrows chelp glad tidings from the eaves.
What lovely prospects wait each wakening hour,
When each new day some novelty displays,
How sweet the sun-beam melts the crocus flower,
Whose borrow'd pride shines dizen'd in his rays:
Sweet, new-laid hedges flush their tender greens :
Sweet peep the arum-leaves their shelter screens :
Ah! sweet is all that I'm denied to share:
Want's painful hindrance sticks me to her stall ;-
But still Hope's smiles unpoint the thorns of Car
Since heaven's eternal spring is free from all!

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