394 The Traveller's Oracle. [O T. 



Or he may call out to the footman" Tom ! has Towzer been fed this 

 morning ?" 



Tom.- " No." 



Coachman. " Then bring him here, and let him breakfast upon these 

 children !" 



The presence of a large dog keeps off intrusion a good deal : and, if he 

 won't bite, have him muzzled, that he may look as if he would. 



Moreover, it must be taken care that those do not offend themselves who 

 are to reprehend offence in others : 



" If any of your Coachman's own acquaintance speak to him while he is either 

 driving or waiting for You, he must answer them only by a civil movement of 

 his Head or Whip hand. Nothing is more disrespectful and disorderly than Gos- 

 siping while on Duty.*' 



We might go on into far greater length for the whole matter of the 

 book is eccentric and interesting; but our limits warn us to draw to a con- 

 clusion. The work before us, we may repeat, is one which does credit 

 both to the heart and to the head of the writer ; for, with abundant per- 

 ception of that which is economical, and a becoming aversion to being 

 imposed upon, there is nothing like an oppressive or parsimonious spirit dis- 

 played in any page of it, from the beginning to the end. On the whole, it 

 is a book which will be generally read, and deserves to be so ; no less for 

 the whim and eccentricity with which it is written, than for the knowledge 

 of almost innumerable things in which many men are interested, with 

 which it abounds. As a code for our guidance in the little affairs and 

 details of life, it becomes, perhaps, the fairest and truest index to what was 

 the state of the author's own opinion and feeling upon such subjects. And 

 the result (as regards that point) which we should deduce is that he pos- 

 sessed penetration enough to detect the little faults which every man must 

 have to allege against his fellow- creatures, in this world; with sufficient 

 prudence, as well as bon-homme, to induce him to pardon or make the best 

 of them. 



TO A LADY. 



" Sing thou of me P Sweet lady, dare 

 I listen to that dangerous prayer? 



Can I of thee sing coldly ? 

 My tongue's root very near, indeed, 

 Is to my heart, and it will plead 

 That poor heart's cause too boldly. 



" Sing thou of me!" Apelles' doom 

 Will sure be mine, who dared presume 



Campaspe to pourtray ; 

 The form to which he task'd his art 

 Stole from his tablet to his heart, 



And reft his peace away. 



Sing thou of me ! " Yes ; I must bow 

 To thy decrees as fate's yet thou 



Wear not Ithuriel's frown, 

 If, while my obedient lips essay 

 A theme so soul- entrancing, they 



Should come too near thy own. H. N. 



