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ample, I will quote the lines. In read. this kind of composition. "Some of his ing, mark how inevitably one incident pieces of verse," writes Macaulay's follows another:
biographer, "are almost perfect speci
mens of the nursery lyric. From five to There was a little cottage girl,
ten stanzas in length, and with each Once forced from morn till night to whirl word carefully formed in capitals, The spinning-wheel, to earn the bread
most comforting to the eyes of a student With which her mother might be fed;
who is not very sure of his small letters But though she had so much to do,
—they are real children's poems, and She learn'd to read, and spell and sew.
they profess to be nothing more." I have Soon as her poor old mother died,
not made any extensive search in other Her wants were comfortably supplied
biographies for kindred verses—that is By a good clergyman-and she
a labor for the anthologist-but as a Taught all his little family; But soon a dreadful war began
foretaste of the quality of the material And many people in the town
now waiting to be unearthed and colWere kill'd, and had their houses too lected together for the contentment of Burnt, then what could poor Catherine do? the nursery, I will quote the following To hide, she in an oven got,
lyric, the authorship of which I have But soon the soldiers found her out
tried in vain to trace:and would have killed her very soon, But as she screamed, her voice was known There was a little girl, she wore a little By a young gallant officer,
hood, Who took her home and married her;
And a curl down the middle of her foreBut he was forced to go away
head, To battle, and was killed that day.
When she was good, she was very, very Poor Cath'rine then became a slave
good, To a rich man, who one day gave
But when she was bad, she was horrid. entertainment to the king, Whom Cath'rine served, and a sad thing One day she went up-stairs, while her parHe thought it, she a slave should be,
ents unawares, With so much grace and modesty.
In the kitchen down below were ocHe heard with wonder and delight,
cupied with meals, Poor Catherine her tale recite;
And she stood upon her head, on her little Bat more delighted was to find
truckle-bed, She had a coltivated mind:
And she then began hurraying with her
heels. And very soon was changed the scene, For Catherine became a queen.
Her mother heard the noise, and thought The compiler of the Child's Anthology
it was the boys, would, after examining, however thor
A-playing at a combat in the attic,
But when she climbed the stair and saw oughly, all previous collections of
Jemima there, poetry, have completed but a small por
She took and she did whip her most tion of his task. For then would come
emphatic! the search for these playful verses which so many men, not professionally Authorities differ as to the opening of writers for children, have thrown off the poem: with the aim of pleasing little friends.
There was a little girl who had a little curl Just as "The Giant's Shoes," written by
Right down the middle of her forehead. Professor Clifford for the entertainment of his children, is one of the best non. is a common and preferable reading; sense stories in the language, so are anū more people than not believe that some of these rhymes without parallel. when the word “horrid" is reached the Sir George Trevelyan tells us that Ma- poem is over. Few know that Jemima canlay, posing as The Judicious Poet, a was the rebel's name. Few but are myth in which his young readers more astonished to learn of the versatility of than half beliered, was much given to her heels. That the above quotation of " Coat. the whole piece is correct may be ac- collection of cravats to be found in the cepted as gospel, for the sufficient kingdom, but he dealt faster than ang reason that the Spectator says so. In man in White's. The gossips at St. such matters (as in records of feline James' hinted that, had a certain minvagaries) the Spectator is to be followed ister held office but six months longer, blindly. Technically, the poem is mas- he would as like as not have had the terly. For force and vividness the Buckhounds offered him. No doubt phrase "occupied with meals” stands he would have refused them, because, alone in poetry for children.
as Charles Fox once said of him, Lord Perhaps, then, some one will compile Stayneyard would be the last mau fo": us these Anthologies. That for the alive who would wish to be of ever child should, I think, come first, because nominal service to any government. he has been defrauded too long; be. However, at the time of which I write cause, for too long, he has been offered he was but two-and-thirty and was little but doggerel on the one hand, and exceedingly popular: not what one fine, but to him incomprehensible, might call a coming man, for the truth poetry on the other. Such a collection was that he had always been there. might be satisfying enough to discour
It was generally admitted that he had age parents and guardians in the pur- only done one wise thing in his life. chase of other and less worthy new
He himself used to avow that this sinchildren's books, and so, in turn, deter gle sensible action counterbalanced a publishers from adding to the congested longish sequence of foolish ones. Unyearly output of this kind of literature.
der the heading, “List of Marriages," For there is no doubt that the children the deed is recorded in the pages of of to-day are too wantonly supplied the Gentleman's Magazine of the year
1775. with reading. Our grandmothers and
“June 2d, Viscount Stayneyard grandfathers, whose nursery shelves
to Miss Seton,” , runs the brief held a poor dozen books, but who knew
nouncement. that dozen well and remembered them
Miss Myrtilla Seton was the daughthrough life, were more fortunate than ter of the chaplain and rector of Laughtheir descendants, who are bewildered ton, his lordship’s place in South Derby the quantity of matter prepare ' for
byshire. Her mother had been a niece them by glib writers, and who, after of Lord Darecourt; so, though she reading everything, find little or nothing match was nowhere considered a més-.
brought her husband no fortune, the worthy of recollection. The need for
alliance. the Grown-up's Anthology is not so
All acknowledged her great pressing. The Grown-ups can harvest than two seasons Stayneyard House,
beauty and charm of manner. In less it for themselves. Indeed, it probably which has long since disappeared, beis the duty of every lover of poetry to be his own Palgrave.
came the most popular rendezvous in E. V. LUCAS.
the fashionable world.
The parties at Laughton were somewhat less formal than the Mayfair entertainments; as was natural where a round of covert-shooting, cards, fox
hunting, dancing and theatricals were From Temple Bar, the chief pleasures. "CAPTAIN SCARLET'S” COAT.
It was at the close of '84. Mr. Pitt AN ANECDOTE,
was at Brighton preparing his irish (With which is also given for the first time an
policy. Parliament would not meet. account of the robbery of the Manchester Mail. before the end of the following JanuFrom the most authentic sources.)
ary. At Laughton Park were assemLord Stayneyard was one of the most bled a number of guests for the new distinguished ornaments of the Upper year. On the eve of it there was to. House, He not only boasted the finest be a dance, and on New Year's day a
theatrical entertainment, varied with pounds of Colonel Bradley one windy songs and music.
night three weeks back on the AshThe company included the Dowager bourne road. The recollection of his Lady Letherby and the Misses Eliza- encounter with the distinguished solbeth and Dorothea Sutton—the Lexing. dier stirred him to immediate action. tons—the bishop and his good lady-- In a very few minutes, when it would Lord Edenmore—Sir John and Lady be totally dark, he judged the ManMarchington—Tommy Hurdlestone chester Mail would come toiling up Miss Goodchild, a host of others, and that hill. “Captain Scarlet” would be Mr. George Hawley. But on the 29th there to meet it. and 30th the guests had been admit- With that unerring sense of localities, tedly a little dull, for that aniversal which had been no small factor in makfavorite, George Hawley, had been ab- ing the man so successful, he reached sent on a brief visit to an old friend of the lonely homestead. Here he dishis living on the borders of Leicester- mounted and entered. Standing on shire. He was to return to Laughton one of the feeding troughs, he ran bis on the 31st in order to be present at hand between the thatching and a Lady Stayneyard's dance.
broad rafter. There, sure enough, he New Year's eve was that rare occur- found the coat. It was of silk and unrence, a bye day, with Mr. Hugo Mey- lined. Around the edge of the collar nell's pack. George Hawley sat
narrow gold braid. Folded drinking port in Squire Sheldon's oak neatly it occupied a very small space. parlor. It was close on three o'clock A little further along the rafter his in the afternoon when he rose to go. hand struck the leather holster conThe squire naturally protested at los- taining the horse pistol.
This was ing the finest company in the world, wrapped round with hay, and was, he and before they had touched on the assured himself, perfectly uninjured Westminster Scrutiny, or even a sec- from exposure to damp. He loaded it ond bottle had been cracked. But carefully, as also the smaller weapon Hawley was firm. He had promised he carried with him where danger Lady Stay.neyard very faithfully to might chance to come. Though snow return in time for her dance. There had not yet fallen, the night was bitlay at least a twelve-mile ride before terly cold, and he decided not to wear him, and there was, moreover, some
the silk coat there and then in exlikelihood of a fall of snow before change for his riding coat, as was his night.
usual custom, but to put it on at the So he took his leave of the genial last minute over the other, for the garsquire, and half an hour after sundown ment was made loose so as to admit of was within six miles of Laughton Park. this arrangement. Then he strapped He was riding quietly on the highroad, the holster to the saddle, Blouzelinda, when suddenly a curious idea came his mare, waiting patiently all the across bis mind. He felt a shade while. He regretted greatly not havweary of the monotony of the fashion: ing any false white stockings handy able life he had led at Laughton Park for the bay. These were little makefor near a week. The old, strange beliefs, bandages, in fact, which he eagerness for adventure possessed him. had found very useful and misleading Quick as thought his mind was made more than once of a dark evening: as up. Not a mile away, and approached when Mr. Sheriff Lounger had caused by a desolate la ne, were some disused a handbill to be issued offering a refarm buildings. In the thatching of ward to any person giving information the roof of one of these was hidden as to the whereabouts of a suspicious. the famous scarlet coat, and his larger looking stranger, riding a bay with pistol was also there. He had not three (if not four) white, stockings; clapped eyes upon his notorious prop- whereas Blouzelinda had not a single erty since he had taken a clear hundred 'white hair in her body. But he de
cided with his usual complacency to been desperately slow. But he had make the best of things. Play ran looted them of nearly two hundred and rather high at Laughton, nor had he fifty pounds between them, and now been having the best of luck at the card lost no time in galloping down a side table: so if fortune should smile on lane. him, and send in his way a well-laden After a distance of nearly a mile he yet awestruck mail coach-why George pulled up He could hear no sound of Hawley would probably prove equal pursuit, and rightly judged that none to the occasion.
had been made. So he slipped the coins And he did. I am of opinion that if and notes into a small bag he carried. the authorities at his Majesty's prison This he placed in an inner pocket of his of Newgate had ever had it in their third waistcoat. Then he took off the power to publish a volume of the me- coat, folding it neatly into as small a moirs and adventures of the Honor space as possible, and placing it in one able George Hawley, commonly known of the large outer pockets of his riding as “Captain Scarlet,” the robbery of coat. The pistol and holster he put the Manchester Mail on New Year's carefully into another pocket. eve, 1784, would rank as his most dar- Snow had begun to fall, and for the ing and successful exploit. The very life of him he could not call to mind any audacity of the man took the passen- safe hiding-place for his tell-tale coat gers (but five in number and three of and pistol nearer to hand than their them inside) by surprise.
original one-which he knew must now “Coin of the realm, gentlemen,” he be fully two miles distant. It would said,"coin is all I ask. There is too be exceedingly rash of him to venture much paste abroad, and too poor a mar- to return there. If snow should conket for it, for me to petition you, hum- tinue to fall obvious traces of his bly, though persuasively, for your whereabouts might be left. So, after jewels."
much consideration, he decided on an “And I beg you to be quick," he went exceedingly rash course. He would on. “It blows (thank you) uncommon take the coat and pistol with him to like snow. A paltry twenty guineas, Laughton Park. On his immediate not more, I'll warrant in this light return the servants and household purse. Why, sir! I vow I took you at would have to be avoided, but once first sight for Trade. A thousand alone in his own bedroom he could apologies. Speed is everything. May place them in a leather valise, in which '85 bring you luck, gentlemen, and this he kept locked certain papers, and to way again with fuller purses. But I which he had never given his servant detain you.
Three of your horses access. are dying to be off, and the fourth is, I Mr. George Hawley arrived at fear, already dead. Good-evening." Laughton about seven o'clock in the
The off-wheeler lay in the roadway; evening. The household was in a state the "Captain" had given the poor brute of great excitement, preparing for the the right barrel the moment the coach ball, at which it was expected the duke had come within pistol-range. The and duchess and their party would be others kicked and fidgeted, whilst the present. Hawley entered the house postboys and guara alternately trem- unobserved, passing from the stables bled and swore. For all the dim light through the servants' quarter. On of the coach lamps, they had caught a the great staircase, as ill luck would glimpse of a man in a mask with a have it, whom should he meet but pistol, a resolute figure in red.
little Horace Stayne. He was a curlytwinkling they knew him for the no- headed child of seven, and with him torious “Captain Scarlet,” the talk and Mr. Hawley was, as always with chilterror of every tavern on the road. dren, a vast favorite.
It had been the deuce of a long “Where have you been, Mr. Hawspeech for him, for the passengers had ley?" the child questioned. “It has
been ob, ever so dull without you! No The whole treatment of the affair inone tells me stories of highwaymen or terested Hawley beyond measure. He London, and papa and the gentlemen smiled to himself at the gradual emwould not let me go shooting with bellishment of the story. At noon, the them to-day. Only two days," he went daring villain had shot a wheeler and on, "and then it will be my birthday, a postboy, and taken near four hunand though Aunt Lauder will be sure dred pounds. By one o'clock, the to send me a stupid book, mamma is booty was assessed at six hundred, and going to give me a real pony of my guineas, and a quantity of diamonds
What have you got in there?” with the near leader thrown in. An he asked suddenly, running his hand hour later—and Mr. Hawley's own inover the outside of the bulging pocket vention was responsible for the picturof Hawley's coat.
esque addition—the gallant of the road "Ab, Horace, my boy!" he answered, had refused to accept the shillings of a with fatal readiness, “that's a birth- rosy-cheeked milkmaid, and had taken day present for you, but you shall not a kiss in exchange. see it, Master Curious, until the day.” Horace, you may be sure, was not the
At last he made his escape from his least enthusiastic listener to these little friend, and, dismissing his valet
Those delightful hours spent on some pretext or other, carefully with Mr. Hawley in the library had stowed the coat and both his pistols in stimulated his interest in robberies on the valise, which he locked.
the highway, and he recounted the doNotwithstanding a heavy fall of ings of the mysterious “Captain"—the snow. Lady Stayneyard's New Year's great “Scarlet”—with vast admiration ball was a very brilliant affair, and the and enjoyment. following morning, when the party re- It wanted but a short time of the dinassembled, formed the 'subject of many ner hour. Lady Stayneyard and Hawpleasant recollections and much criti- ley were alone in one of the withdrawcism. But the appearance of the ing-rooms. She had been loud in her duchess-whether Lady Dora Seton's censure of crime on the road.
It was diamonds were real or paste--and the so cowardly, she held. This man they outrageous behavior of Miss Betty Sut- called “Scarlet,” had he ever been ton and young Droicey Flottott, who really face to face with danger? She had taken the floor together somewhat dared venture to maintain that at heart oftener than was thought conventional, “Captain Scarlet” was a bully and a these, as topics of conversation, paled coward. Men talked randomly of his to insignificance when the news ar- courage, but had he not always held rived of the latest daring feat on the the cards? highway of that scoundrel “Captain “Would not 'Captain Scarlet' face Scarlet."
death bravely ?” he asked. The bishop made the matter the ex- “It is only the good who dare die,” cuse for a learned and very eloquent she answered. discourse opon the iniquity of poverty. At that he was silent. Presently he My lord laughed considerably, contra looked up and said gravely: “You dicted the bishop with great ingenuity, speak as though it would be noble of a and vowed that he admired the fel- bad man to meet death fearlessly. Do low's dash and impudence. Miss
you believe that? I blame none for Goodchild, a daughter of the most dis- acknowledging their But how tinguished hanging judge on the cir- serious we have grown! I sit preachcuit, had it from a friend that “Captain ing here for all the world as if I knew Scarlet” was the handsomest, politest something of these great subjects, life gentleman in the world, a statement and honor, and even death. Play me which Mr. George Hawley, in his something and forgive me.” gravely courteous manner, begged Lady Stayneyard turned to the harpleave to doubt.
sichord, an instrument on which she LIVING AGE. VOL. XII. 582