merous acquaintance
by a pre-eminent
1 Tallyho had improved in his knowledge of Real Life in
London.--His definition of Shopping was perfectly correct.
One of those fashionable female idlers, who delight in
occupying the time, and exercising the patience of the
industrious, alighted, a short time since, at the shop of a
tradesman in Ludgate-street, and after a couple of hours
spent in examining and re-examining a variety of rich silks,
made her election at last, and desired the mercer to cut her
off a shilling's worth, throwing, at the same time, the
money on the counter. The tradesman, with perfect coolness,
took up the piece of coin, laid it on a corner of the silk,
circum-scribed it with his scissors, and presented the part
so cut out to the lady, as the shilling's worth required. We
feel pleasure in recording the result. The lady admired the
mercer's equanimity of temper, laughed heartily at his
manner of illustrating it, and in atonement for trouble
given and patience exemplified, became, and still continues,
one of his most valued customers.
~140~~ suavity of disposition, blended with superior mental endowments;
to the unfortunate by her benevolent heart, to which the appeal of
distress is never made in vain; and to the public generally, by her
invaluable works, the uniform tendency of which is the advancement of
virtue and the inculcation of the benign feelings of humanity.{1}
1 To the admirers of Mrs. Op*e, the following lines, never
before published, will not prove unacceptable.
TRIBUTE OF RESPECT.
O Thou of matchless power to raise
And bend the Passions to thy sway I--
Whose pen with magic force portrays,
Whose spell the shadowy forms obey.
Of Joy and Grief, of Hope and Fear,
And wiles from Apathy a tear,--
Enchantress! take the duteous lays
To Worth that Admiration pays.
To thee, as to thy Op*e, given
On Immortality a claim;
His virtues pass'd from Earth to Heaven,
Yet still exist in deathless fame;--
His pencil to thy pen assign'd
To charm, instruct, and grace mankind!--
And Oh! could but my humble strains
To thy impressive skill aspire,
The Muse that faintly now sustains
Thy worth, would make poetic fir
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