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horses, servants, and liveries— few of whose immediate progenitors knew 

 what a chariot was ! I am told, but having honourably earned wealth, 

 well deserve its enjoyment. Bankruptcy is an endemic scarcely known. 

 The learned professions, too, thrive— the lawyers, in particnlar— conquests 

 have been achieved by them in a little time, which those at Westminster 

 would lick their lips at. Their brethren of the cassoc, also, are up and 

 stirring in true puritanical agitation, emulous of meriting the purple and 

 fine linen of their southern lawn-sleeved zealots, by dumbfounding and 

 disgusting quiet people in their incessant cry of the church in danger. 



ft is true, I confess, that the old feudal prejudices are still in full force 

 midst the Tory riding of the high-ultra aristocrats— pride and resent- 

 ment actuate them — reform-plucked of their old ascendancy, their sour- 

 vinegar exclusiveness and stupid hauteur would punish, if they could, 

 those here who have thought and acted liberally. Their noble chiefs living, 

 most of them, perdue, and buried like so many unsocial crows in a rook- 

 ery, surrounded by their parsons and parasites — associating with no one — 

 in splendid seclusion, save when some stray bird of passage, of their own 

 * feather visits them, en passant, brooding over past and boding over future 

 inroads on power and privilege, so rudely handled by reform (that mon- 

 ster !) Is such the way to acquire or regain popularity ? ' But these are 

 fining down, and if they don't speedily mend their manners they will soon 

 have no society but their own — and from that, good Lord defend us ! — 

 Growley will say I but furnish argument against myself, and that all these 

 improvements are but the fruits of Tory dominion; whilst I again avow 

 that this town and district have thriven, spite of taxation and corrupt 

 extravagance in government. We are thriving, and will continue to do 

 so. We have a most worthy, active, and sensible provost: our other 

 magistracv are leal, honest, go'odmen— not, perhaps, so high m estate, 

 but more alive to a proper sense of their duties. The ultra-tones, if they 

 had a grain of foresight, should conciliate by their manners, instead of 

 indispose by their sour and solemn emptiness. 



SONG. 



A TEAR stood in her hazel eye, 



Some lustrous gem it seem'd to be! 



Her gentle heart breathed forth a sigh- 

 That sigh, that tear, was not for me. 

 No! no ! another owns that form. 



Those beaming eyes, that neck of snow ; 

 Which from this heart can ne'er be torn 



Till its life's blood has ceas'd to flow. 



The tear that trembled in her eye 



Cours'd slowly down her cheek — 

 Again her heart breath'd forth a sigh. 



As though its strings would break. 

 But for me was not this sadness. 



Else with joy those tears I'd seen — 

 Spurn'd and goaded, nigh to madness. 



By her coldness, as I've been. 



