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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



TO CORRESPONDENTS. 



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 It shall form a Leading Article next week. The post- 

 script in your las , is a puzzle. We " give it up." — 

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To Correspondents.— As we always print one number 

 of the Journal in advance, such of our Correspondents 

 a? may not receive replies to their questions in the cur- 

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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



Saturday, August 7, 1852. 



The two " full-moons " of July, 1852, 

 have appeared — and disappeared Some of 

 the wonders they were foretold to bring 

 with them, have also appeared, in the form 

 of disastrous storms. There have also been 

 most fearful accidents by field and flood, 

 and horrors enough in the way of crime to 

 satisfy the most morbidly-craving appetite. 

 We think w r e may, in this last matter at 

 least, rival the memorable year of 1716, nor 

 do we come much behind in other matters. 



These said " full-moons " have been auspi- 

 cious to us ; and we shall ever hold them in 

 grateful remembrance. Our Editor's Letter- 

 box has been unusually fruitful in good 

 things since the 1st of July. Every successive 

 day in that month added to their number. 

 By compound interest, they have gone on 

 delightfully increasing; and we may now 

 truly be called " A Man of Letters." 



We already begin to think our estimate 

 of society — the society at least that we 

 covet — is a true one. The world may be 

 hollow and false —it is so, truly ; but there 

 are many choice spirits in it, — quite enough 

 for us to fraternise with and to hold in 

 friendly compact. 



The little amiable Discussions that from 

 time to time find their way into our Paper, 

 and which are daily on the increase, seem to 

 afford universal delight. We shall there- 

 fore sedulously seek to keep up this social 

 intercourse on things in general. It paves 

 the way for much sound instruction, and 

 affords at the same time an endless variety 

 of harmless amusement. 



That we hold a high rank in the draw- 

 ing-room is quite evident ; also that we are 

 courted far and near by our rising youth. 

 The correspondence we receive from these 

 particular quarters is most pleasing ; giving 

 us abundant proofs that our desire to im- 

 prove the mind is fully appreciated. We 

 set a high value on some of our autographs. 



Let us continue to progress in the same 

 ratio, and we care not how often " two full- 

 moons " occur in one and the same month. 

 What with the unreserved approbation of 

 papas and mammas, their children and 



their instructors — to say nothing about 

 private consultations on confidential matters, 

 — we do feel that the month of July, 1852, 

 ought not to pass over without honorable 

 mention by us. We set it therefore 



" Among the high tides in the Calendar," 



and regard it as the shadow of good things 

 to come. 



We shall consider that we are 

 indeed a favorite of fortune, if 

 any one can be found willing to read any- 

 thing we can write in the month of 

 August ! It is fatiguing to move, it is as 

 fatiguing to sit,— -aye, it is fatiguing even to 

 repose. As for thinking — that too implies 

 excitement. But there are, luckily, pleasing 

 thoughts, — thoughts which delight without 

 being wearisome. Let us insinuate our- 

 selves at that inlet, and try a union of the 

 serio-comic. Chat we must ; and find list- 

 eners too — else would existence become bur- 

 densome to us. 'Tis now that — 



Jocund Summer, with her honied breath, 

 Sweetening the golden grain and blithesome 



gale, 

 Displays her sun-burnt face 

 Beneath her hat of straw. 



" Hats of straw" are our delight also ; 

 but it seems Fashion puts them aside, and 

 will have none of them. In cities, we must 

 bow to the harsh edicts of Fashion ; but let 

 any one catch us with a beaver hat on when 

 we are in the country ! We will make them 

 a present of it, if we be detected ; and pay 

 them handsomely into the bargain to carry 

 it away. We like nothing on our head at 

 this season that can be " felt ;" and we quite 

 sympathise with our correspondent " Hope- 

 less," who, a fortnight since, invoked our 

 aid in demanding a proper national summer 

 covering for the seat of knowledge. Ima- 

 gine one of the fountains of our very life 

 being choked up, to please the goddess,— 

 Fashion ! We are indeed an artificial 

 people. Nor is the sex called lovely less 

 exempt from torture. Tight shoes ; tight 

 " fixings ;" diminutive waists ;•* expanding 

 nolo me tangere drapery j and " ornaments " 



* When we view the forms of some of our 

 so-called " fine" and well-dressed women, as 

 they sidle along the street, and wonder what has 

 become of their insides, — we cannot help think- 

 ing of our old friend Tom Hood. "Waiter," 

 said he, once, at a country hotel—" I will get 

 you a good berth in London as a first-rate 

 packer." " F-a-o-k-e-r ! S-i-r?" quoth the man 

 with the white cloth under Ins arm; " I never 

 learnt to pack." " All the better," replied Tom ; 

 " it is a natural gift. You have cleverly packed 

 my last bottle of wine in a pint decanter! !" 



