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KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 



TO CORRESPONDENTS. 



Phrenology for the Million will be continued in 

 our next. 



Communications Received.— Forestiera. Our grati- 

 tude increases. Thanks. Richard D.— Harry. Our 

 lips are sealed on sucli a subject. Our Journal is 

 generally " a fortnight old" ere it reaches Leeds.— 

 W. Coombep. — John Green. No ; the receipt for 

 " German Paste " is not ours. If you use it, your 

 birds will die. Ten weeks is the proper time to allow 

 birds to moult. — Bombyx Atlas.— E. K. — P. P. — 

 Jane. — W. L. — Sophia— J. P. — Zig-zag. — Grey 

 Badger. — M. R.— Alpha.— W. M. — Philo-Chara- 

 drius. Next week — S. Jones. Next week. 



To Correspondents. — As we always print one number 

 of the Journal in advance, such of our Correspondents 

 as may not receive replies to their questions in the cur- 

 rent number, must bear in mind that they are not for- 

 gotten. We pay marked attention to all favors. 



KXDD'S OWN JOTTBNAL. 



Saturday, August 28, 1852. 



We are now becoming daily sensible, 

 — gratefully so, that an under-current is at 

 work for the preservation of our " little 

 bark " from shipwreck. 



We have breasted many billows, braved 

 many a storm. Sailor-like, we have pushed 

 on through all contending elements ; and we 

 rise superior to them all. We cannot sink ! 



In Liverpool, we have been well nigh 

 stranded; but the " Press " there have vo- 

 lunteered to espouse our cause, and see that 

 we are brought safely to an anchor in that 

 township. Other volunteers, elsewhere, are 

 crowding sail to keep our heads above 

 water. 



It is quite clear that the " Trade winds " 

 will ever be in our teeth. We must there- 

 fore try what our " new motive power," — 

 pure friendship, will effect. Here is steam 

 enough to defy all the Booksellers united. 



Backed by good will, and a kind deter- 

 mination to see us safe into a Harbour of 

 Refuge, we trust we shall ere long, by the 

 efforts of our friends, be able to distance all 

 our foes, who have with so much deter- 

 mination combined to try and sink the vessel. 

 They have (we admit it) run us very close : — 



To bear a burden up a hill, 

 To row a boat against the tide ; 

 Without the wind to work a mill; 

 Upon a jaded horse to ride, — 

 To strive to read without a tight, 

 To search our way at dead of night. 

 All this it is, and something worse, 

 To " live " — and with a shallow purse \ 



Our Publisher aids the good cause, in under- 

 taking to forward to all parts of the country, 

 by post (at half the cost of postage), any 

 Single Part of the Journal — or the First 

 Volume. 



So — Hurrah for Energy; and the "good 

 Ship ' Honesty ! ' " 



As Honest Chroniclers of the passing 

 time, we must say that the glories of the 

 year are on the wane. We are in 

 September. 



The excessive heat, which for many suc- 

 cessive weeks burnt up man and beast, has 

 ceased. Autumn is stealing onus. The air, 

 which seemed so long spell-bound by an 

 electric sleep, has now awakened ; we hear 

 the trees shaking beneath its power, and view 

 the leafy masses swaying to and fro in the 

 breeze. 



The shadows of the year are now becom- 

 ing visible. A gloom, pleasant and soothing, 

 after the distressing glare of past days, 

 hangs in the air. We are made sensible 

 every morning and every evening, by the 

 refreshing coolness, that Autumn is here. 

 Nor do we at all object to the moisture and 

 peculiar sensation that accompany this 

 season. 



Our English Autumns are glorious ones. 

 They are the only seasons, indeed, on which 

 we can at all depend for enjoyment. We 

 love to gaze upon the veil of clouds drawn 

 away during this month by the hands of the 

 high -soaring winds ; and on the thin airy 

 lengths, like gossamer drapery, trailed 

 through the sky amid the intense azure of 

 lofty immensity. It is now the sun comes 

 up, once more, to brilliant days of the calmest 

 and most impressive beauty. 



We were about to go into detail upon the 

 cruel sports of the field, now just being 

 entered upon ; but, while we write/' presents 

 of game " are greeting us on all hands from 

 " admirers of Our Journal." Thus, for the 

 present at least, is our mouth closed — some 

 may say,'/' silenced by a bribe." It does 

 look like it ! 



We are made pleasingly aware of the 

 change of season by our much -loved cho- 

 rister, the robin. He follows us wherever 

 we go, and sings to us from every branch. 

 His song, just now, is full of the richest 

 melody. We can plainly see that our dwell- 

 ing will be haunted by these merry rogues 

 in the winter. They even now come in upon 

 the table. Welcome, thrice welcome guests! 

 We love ye, and bid ye to a hearty welcome. 



We have not failed, from time to time, 

 to impress upon all lovers of nature the 

 importance of rising betimes. We now 

 enforce it more than ever. To see the sun 

 rise at this season is a treat indeed ! 



Behold ! the flushed horizon flames intense 

 With vivid red, in rich profusion streamed 

 O'er Heaven's pure arch. At once the clouds 



assume 

 Their gayest liveries ; these with silvery beams 

 Fringed lovely, splendid those in liquid gold. 

 All speak their Sovereign's state. He comes. 



Behold! 

 Fountain of light and color, warmth and life! 



