and if it were not the interest of the capitalists, it is the duty of the Government of this country to assist and accompany it with as few privations as possible-indeed, they may be nearly all avoided by a judicious system. I hope, therefore, still to see the time when our national fleet will be employed in thus increasing human happiness, instead of the old trade of inflicting misery: And how does this emigration differ from that which is, and always has been, taking place from the old States of America to the new, except in the interposition of the sea?

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When I walk the streets of London and other large places by night, I am horror-struck at the deplorable increase and destitute condition of "man's best comforter, lovely woman." That the fairest part of the creation should thus be reduced to a debasement far below the most abject of Nature's works, proves such a state of society demoniacal, and it must ultimately be visited by the vengeance of insulted morality. I have heard these unfortunate females denominated, by thoughtless and unfeeling men, necessary evils." When will our race learn that, whatever is evil can never be necessary, and what is necessary cannot be evil? Seeing that poverty and misery are prevented wherever educated man has room, or makes room, to expand, I cannot but look around the world and ask, why we suffer them to exist here? When the earth is even partially peopled, it will be time enough to adopt the "preventive check" if necessary; but before that period arrives, we shall have discovered the means of accomplishing the same without the assistance of the school of abstinence, and in strict accordance with perfect virtue.

The political relations of society must, therefore, ere long, be so arranged, as to permit the educated young to marry without fear of the consequences, and at an age, too, when they will possess a moral certainty of seeing their children also educated before they leave them alone in this world; which cannot be expected by persons marrying late in life. It is a libel on the Deity to suppose that he has implanted passions which are not to be gratified. There is not one possessed by mankind which they are not permitted to use, but forbidden to abuse.

I think I have now sufficiently proved that, of the two modes of preventing too great a condensation of population in a state-celibacy or emigration-if the former (to the necessary extent) be not impossible, it would at least produce such evils as cannot bear any comparison with the imaginary ones attendant on the latter.

As far, therefore, as the population question is concerned, the only cure for want, vice, and misery, is expansion; and man will never accomplish it until he makes a high road of the ocean, and spreads his race gradually over earth's beautiful surface. J. H.

BRISTOL, 4th April, 1833.

P.S. Since this paper was written, I have seen the "Rev. W. F. Lloyd's two Lectures on the Checks to Population, delivered before the University of Oxford." If a member of that University ever ventures to read your Magazine, this P.S. may probably meet that gentleman's eye, and I trust he will do me the favour of breaking a lance with me. My gauntlet is also thrown down to Junius Redivivus, (as I believe he is a correspondent of yours ;) and I have no doubt that it will be taken up by him, if at all, with courtesy as a true knight.

When a poor wight within your line hath gotten,
And dreads your hemp, he's ill consoled by Cotton!
Nor can he relish much that Ord-i-na-ry,
When, in a cord in air, he

Is doomed to dangle, miserable sinner,
Perhaps without a dinner,-

Save only your last hearty choke :

You smile but that's no joke!

Your gallows-pade to see a lord dance,
For you're aristocratic,—

Would give you joy ecstatic;

Since with your taste he'd jump then in a cord dance !

"Tis true his "Soldier's tear," and "Isabel,"
And others I could mention, have a spell
To spread soft grief o'er sympathetic faces:
But oh! though sentimental all,
They've not the "dying fall"
Your work that graces.

VOL. III.NO. XV.

But, ah, how many souls are caught by you!

Though fond of goes of gin, and stays of brandy, †
Yet none can justly call you, Jack, a dandy :
But many, who are prone to lawless scrapes,
Your deeds exalted vex,

Because they fear their necks,

And so they call you, Jack, a Jack-o'-napes!
Since Eighteen hundred thirty-two
Is gone, and quite as brief

All years must be, 'twere well that you
Turn'd over a new leaf.

The loose ways so long exhibited by this incorrigible garment, can find no adequate corrective but-a gallows.

To those not conversant in the phraseology of waiters, it may be necessary to state, that a stay means double the quantity of what is termed by them a go. Should this explanation be deemed unsatisfactory, the reader is respectfully referred for further information to the bar of the London, or of any other tavern.

RECOLLECTIONS OF MY AUNT MARION.

ROUPMANIA.

Or all mankind, male and female, not even excepting that "angelic young creature," the parish minister, I was the pet especial of Aunt Marion; nay, it was generally allowed that, on some occasions, I took precedence of the whole feline tribe of Toms and Tabbies that basked in the beams of the parlour fire, and the sunshine of her favour. As I happened to be a sort of mischief-making monkey out of doors, the village gossips had some difficulty in reconciling this predilection of Miss Marion with her acknowledged reputation for piety, good sense, and discretion. Poor simple souls! they never reflected that I was almost entirely a bantling of her own breeding; and, moreover, was so much the junior of all her numerous nephews, that it could seem no reproach to a young woman of any age (my aunt was then stationary at twenty-five) to be the mother's sister of so very tender a child. As little was it understood that my kind-hearted guardian saw, or fancied she saw, an occasional cast of expression in my youthful countenance, fondly reminding her of "a certain valued friend,"—perhaps a school-acquaintance or so, who had gone abroad many years before I was born, vowing faithfully at his de.. parture to remember a great many things, but who, poor affectionate fellow! had no doubt died of hope deferred, or the home fever, having, as she pathetically said, "never been heard of since that fatal morning when he wrung the sea-salt drops from his white 'kerchief o'er the vessel's side, and waved a melancholy adieu to all he held dear!" Such, however, were the considerations that went to justify my good aunt's affection towards me; and I put it to every woman of matured sense and sensibility, whether any one of them is not of itself sufficient ground and warranty of a rational favouritism? Assured that the point will be conceded nem. fem. con.,-" I wait for no reply ;" but in farther vindication of my respected relative, take leave to pile what logicians call an à fortiori on the presumed concession. Be it known, then, that in addition to these strong, but somewhat adventitious claims to the lady's regard, I had also the merit of making myself exceedingly useful and convenient. My aunt, though no modern blue, was nevertheless of a literary bent,— that is to say, a wholesale devourer of Missionary Magazines and polemical divinity; and my services, in gratifying this penchant, are such as ought to be duly appreciated. A certain sort of weakness in her visual organs (how occasioned I never heard her say) prevented her from reading, without submitting her nose to the unseemly process of being squeezed into those hideous, grandmother-looking things, called spectacles; to the imminent hazard of being caught in the act, and all its consequent calumnies. Now, it was my good fortune (for with all my waggery and wickedness, I was a dexterous reader) to be able to compensate this defect, and thereby to preserve intact the worthy young lady's reputation; and thus I most naturally came to be facile princeps of all other rivals, biped or quadruped, and to convince her how utterly unfounded were the thousand and one evil reports which malicious neighbours were daily bringing against me.

With regard to my aunt's studies, I have already indicated the class of compositions to which she was mainly devoted; and without stopping to catalogue her library, it must be obvious to every body that she could

lack no "sweet and precious" material for conversation at any tea-party or route that might be held in the neighbourhood; and more especially when the clergyman chanced to look in at the cottage-an occurrence that seldom took place above four or five times a-week. But there was a peculiarity in her taste; and scrupulous as we feel, in these journalismdevouring days, of revealing the fact, fact it is, and of verity, that she was, in the strict and bona fide sense of the term-a "constant reader" of

"That folio of four pages, happy work!

Which not e'en critics criticise; that holds
Inquisitive attention, while we read,

Fast bound in charms of silence, which the fair,
Tho' eloquent themselves, yet fear to break."

Yes, this "map of busy life" was devoutly conned, and the poet's picture of still life weekly realized at our parlour table; but fear not, sensitive reader, that we are going to introduce to you a female politician! No, no. Miss Marion Mellow's conscience was in too good keeping to alarm you on that score. How could she "meddle with those given to change," when the minister told her, that the squire told him, “ that state matters were utterly beyond the comprehension of females and tradesmen;" and especially when the reverend gentleman added, on his own authority, that he conceived the text forbidding women to prophesy in the church, might also be intended to prohibit interference with the state, the two being united in sweet and intimate conjugal fellowship. But, sooth to say, my aunt needed not these monitors to bid her eschew, if not politics, at least the perverse policy of those noxious intriguers 'clept petticoat politicians. Her course of reading had made her well acquainted with John Knox's various "Blastes against the Monstrous Regimente of Women;" and albeit his arguments were rather uncomplimentary to the sex, she humbly acquiesced in much that he urged; and I have often heard her declare, with a heroism somewhat astounding to her ghostly father, that, were she Queen of Great Britain, the most blameless Archbishop in Christendom should never dare to poison, through her agency, the ears that ought ever to be open to the cry of popular oppression. It was not on account of their politics, then, that my aunt loved and longed for the journals: neither did she care about their poetry, seeing she had always the "Gospel Sonnets" within arm's reach. She hailed them not as the heralds of foreign fashion, or domestic drawing-room display; the chroniclers of unknown-tongue exhibitions or antiscorbuticdrop efficiency; no, nor even as the hebdomadal record of murders, marriages, births, and dreadful accidents; and it was a base and injurious libel, not unworthy the attention of a dread Londonderry censor, that whispered she was interested in the reports of those departments of the fine arts whose creations are

"Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald."

The truth is, that poor Miss Mellow, ever since the loss of her early friend, having been afflicted with that peculiar nervous affection called ROUPMANIA, found no better means of soothing the severity of its attacks, when the auctioneer was not actually abroad, than by poring over the advertising columns of her newspaper, and yielding up the reins of imagination to the full force and effect of those talismanic intimations— "Sale of Household Furniture," or "Unredeemed Pledges!" To her the exhibition of these charmed words, and the catalogues of "useful" and ornamental paraphernalia they prefaced, constituted the sole interest