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And now, with the hope that 'mid days of delight. 



And moments of pleasure, nor futile nor few. 

 Thy heart may be happy, as thy step has been light — 

 Marie Taglioni ! — we bid thee adieu ! 



" A little black negro beggar, who about five years ago Used to stand by Messrs 

 Elliott and Robinson's tea warehouse, near Finsbury-square, has retired to the 

 West Indies with a fortune of about 1,500/. obtained by begging. He lodged for 

 many years at the Rose and Crown public-house, better known by the name of 

 the Beggar's Opera, in Church-street, St. Giles's, where he has been known to 

 spend 30s. a- week for his board, and has been seen to spit his geese and ducks, 

 and live upon ' the fat of the land.' He always kept a bag of silver and a bag of 

 copper in his room, and has frequently taken up people who lodged in the house 

 ibr robbing him of money." 



We give the statement as it was given to us, and though it contains some 

 superfluities of expression, such as, telling us that the negro was black, 

 and that living by begging, he was a beggar, still the thing is valuable. It 

 shews what can be done by emancipation, and at once offers a new con- 

 trivance for re-inforcing the decayed population of the West Indies, and 

 proves the utter distinction of nature between the negro and the Scotch- 

 man. 



We give another incident. The property to be made by beggary is 

 undoubtedly very considerable, as every one knows who walks Bond- 

 street and compai'es the display of three-fourths of the shewy persons 

 there with their possessions on the face of the earth. Bankrupts, too, are 

 generally a very thriving race, and your thrice-washed insolvent is gene- 

 rally marked by the peculiar cnbonpoiiit of his person, and the peculiar 

 elegance of his clothing. But, to our tale. The individual in question 

 was a regular professor of the art of supplication, imprecation, intoxica- 

 tion, vociferation, and the other accomplishments of that ingenious class 

 of society who would rather honour the king in any other way than by 

 paying him taxes, and who love their neighbours by howling them into 

 the pi-actice of the virtues. The hero's name was Sinclair, not the 

 Sinclair whose sweet tones have extracted so many guineas from the 

 jjublic pocket on the stage in willing exchange for his notes, but a 

 brawny Bacchus who roused the chimes and frightened the watchmen 

 through the length and breadth of Scotland. He was, however, stopped 

 in his trade the other day, and " inquired into." The narrative states 

 that, 



" Upon examining his person in prison, it was found that his coat, which was 

 in some places two inches thick with patches of various colours, contained be- 

 tween 20 and 30 pockets, filled with pamphlets, tracts, school-books, songs, &c. ; 

 and in one of his private receptacles were discovered a promissory Edinburgh 

 bank note for 130/., and two of the British Linen Company — one for 43/., and the 

 other for 42/. 13«. In the pockets of his waistcoat (about 20 in number) were 

 deposited 2/. 7s. 9ld. in silver and copper, almost every shilling and sixpence 

 being separately placed in the fingers of old gloves, and carefully tied up. The 

 whole sum found upon this wretched disciple of mammon amounted to 2 IS/. 2s. Old., 

 which has been lodged in the bank. The entire motley habiliments of this sturdy 

 beggar weighed nearly eight stone, including about seven pounds of bread, and a 

 small quantity of oatmeal." 



Here was handsome evidence of talent in his line. But there are 

 some points of the narrative on which we would desire a commentary. 

 " Wretched disciTjAe of Mammon." Why.'' He was probably a much 

 merrier fellow than any lord from Inverness to Berwick during its col- 



