ce--with him.

[048] Cato being present on one occasion at the floral games, the people
out of respect to him, forbore to call for the usual exposures; when
informed of this he withdrew, that the spectators might not be deprived
of their usual entertainment.

[049] What is the reason that an easterly wind is every where
unwholesome and disagreeable? I am not sufficiently scientific to answer
this question. Pope takes care to notice the fitness of the easterly
wind for the _Cave of Spleen_.

No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows,
The dreaded east is all the wind that blows.

_Rape of the Lock_.

[050] One sweet scene of early pleasures in my native land I have
commemorated in the following sonnet:--

NETLEY ABBEY.

Romantic ruin! who could gaze on thee
Untouched by tender thoughts, and glimmering dreams
Of long-departed years? Lo! nature seems
Accordant with thy silent majesty!
The far blue hills--the smooth reposing sea--
The lonely forest--the meandering streams--
The farewell summer sun, whose mellowed beams
Illume thine ivied halls, and tinge each tree,
Whose green arms round thee cling--the balmy air--
The stainless vault above, that cloud or storm
'Tis hard to deem will ever more deform--
The season's countless graces,--all appear
To thy calm glory ministrant, and form
A scene to peace and meditation dear!

D.L.R.

[051] "I was ever more disposed," says Hume, "to see the favourable than
the unfavourable side of things; _a turn of mind which it is more happy
to possess, than to be born to an estate of ten thousand a year_."

[052] So called, because the grounds were laid out in a tasteful style,
under the direction of Lord Auckland's sister, the Honorable Miss Eden.

[053] _Songs of the East by Mrs. W.S. Carshore. D'Rozario & Co,
Calcutta_ 1854.

[054] The lines form a portion of a poem published in _Literary Leaves_
in the year 1840.

[055] Perhaps some formal or fashionable wiseacres may pronounce such
simple ceremonies _vulgar_. And such is the advance of civilization that
even the very chimney-sweepers themselves begin to look upon their old
May-day merry-makings as beneath the dignity of their profession.
"Suppose now" said Mr. Jonas Hanway to a sooty little urchin, "I were to
give you a shilling." "Lord Almighty bless your honor, and thank you."
"And what if I were to give you a fine tie-wig to wear on May-day?" "Ah!
bl