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This is provoking: it is worse - it is extremely disagreeable :' and hereupon and thereupon (he having been jilted by reason that he had been unsuccessful in speculative finance) he indulges in satire as touching woman's extravagance and woman's inconstancy:
• Benold yon splendid and resplendent round
O Woman! in our hours of moneyed ease,
And he has 'nary red'--oh! where art thou?' Justice to the Sex’ is hardly to be expected toward women in general by a sighing swain who sighs in vain.
It brought back to us the pleasant scenes of Joun Brown's Tract, the other day, when we went out with the ‘P. C. C.'s, to the banks of the 'raging Hackensack,' and had a 'good time' among our friends, fish, clams, (* little-neck,' wry-neck, and Rockaway :) crabs, hard and soft ; and CHOWDER — the 'chaudière' so beautifully expounded' by our departed friend and correspondent, John WATERS.' The 'Piermont Chowder-Club' was initiated at a meeting in the long room' (handsomely decorated with evergreens and flags) of Mr. James T. Mason's • Wawayandah House,' in the village. Our pleasant.minstrel' and faithful “reporter' appositely designated it, in his column in the Rockland County Journal,' as a 'love-feast' — and so it was; for the attendance, though assiduous, was noiseless; there was no boisterousness, no excess, no contention : and all separated, after the moderate yet keen enjoyment of the good things of our host, to meet, by postponement, upon the rural banks of the 'raging' stream aforesaid. Assuming that the teams are safely bestowed in the adjoining woods, as you may see them arranged at camp-meetings, you will please to step into the charmed circle. The spot chosen for the encampment is a sequestered, sunny 'opening,' on the immediate bank of the river, surrounded by thick woods, and approached from the road by winding paths, through dense shrubbery. It is an animated scene, and a various : acting judges, districtattorneys, lawyers, legislators, physicians, merchants, rail-road commandants and employés, and editors — all are here represented; and each enjoys, and contributes to the general enjoyment of, the occasion. Speeches, grave, gay and humorous ; songs, stories; instrumental music from the Minstrel,' joined in and `intoned' by the entire company: when suddenly the covers are removed from the suspended pots : the delicious aroma fills all the air: the bugle sounds: the "troop' advance: plates are filled, devoured, relished, praised; and the inner man cheered with moderate cups that not inebriate:' then the teams are brought up: and by roads leading through the many.
colored autumnal woods, flecked by the light of the westering sun, the members of the assembly depart for home, at which they shall arrive in season for tea and a muffin, if they happen to be in our case. Such was the Last Meet' of the 'P. C. C.'s, upon the East Bank of the East Branch of the Raging Hackensack, State of Neu - York.
“THERE is a great deal of native wit and satirical badinage' (writes a friently and flattering New-York correspondent, now journeying on a collecting tour in one of our far-western States) to be encountered in this back-woods region. With a cattle-buying acquaintance, whom I met with in this deestrict,' I stopped yesterday at a forlorn-looking road-side tavern, five or six miles from any other house, and the roads leading to it terrible, even in this quarter. "Entertainment for Man and Beast,' the almost obsolete inn-formula, in rude, uneven characters, hung from a high two-poled sign, by the one corner-door of the house. As we were alighting, two young ‘Suckers' came out of the inn, and jumped into a one-horse 'pung'wagon, thick with mud: one of them was swearing at the landlord, who in his dirty shirt-sleeves, and without any vest, stood in the door: “Your sign says, 'Entertainment for Man and Beast :' if you can manage to entertain yourself in such a nasty hole — and you look as if you might - just one-half of your sign is true!'— and off they drove. I must say, that one meal in that 'tavern' (save the mark !) satisfied me that the jokers,' as the landlord called them, had told more truth than did his sign.' One other thing let me mention. I should premise that hoopskirts are just beginning to 'spread' in the isolated parts of this isolated region, greatly to the disgust of the 'men-folks.' Last week a-Sunday I heard, through a board-partition, a coarse but very clever,' obliging fellow, say to his prettyish young wife: “Now KEZIAH, you an't goin' to wear that tape checker-board, hoop-a-dooden thing to meetin', air ye?' 'I an't a-goin' to wear nothing else !' answered the buxom dame. “You an't, eh? Wal, then you will be a pretty-lookin' sight, any how!' said her spouse, as he came out of the bed-room laughing at his own 'cute retort,' which was heartily echoed from the apartment. Some idea of what is being done the present autumn by some of our first publishing and book-selling houses, may be gathered from Stanford and Delisser's new Literary Announcements, which include the following important works : Rev. Dr. Hawks's ‘New Physical Geography of the United States,' accompanied with a series of portable models of cach State; a mode of studying geography entirely new, and emi. nently attractive as well as likely.to be no less useful: The Chronicles of the Bastile,' with numerous engravings; a work that has been pronounced by Louis Blanc to be superior to any other history of that memorable place, both as to historic accuracy and thrilling interest. We believe this work is now ready, or will be very soon. Also · Ernestine, or the Heart's Longing:' by Aleth; said to be a work of unusual ability, comprising passages of great force and beauty : ‘Lays from the Land of LUTHER,' illustrated with a series of beautiful original designs by SCHMOLZE, etched by HUBER. This is to be a splendid quarto volume, designed as a presentation book for the holidays: ‘Blair's Grave,' in quarto, accompanied with the masterly designs of Blake, which Fusele regarded as among the most remarkable
creations of art in his day: “The Parting Spirit's Address to its Mother, by the Rev. Dr. Wyatt, illustrated on every page, and printed in small quarto: ‘Melodies for Childhood ;' a new and much improved edition, with forty new engravings. In addition to the above illustrated works, the same firm have nearly ready the first volume of a series of sterling productions, to be called “The Household Library,' being MICHELET's 'Life and Mar. tyrdom of Joan of Arc, Maid of Orleans '— a work of great dramatic interest: Rev. Ralph Hort's Collected Poems, the proceeds of which are to be applied to the fund for the reërection of his Church, destroyed by the storm of last June: also "Recollections of Bethlehem and its School :' * Fairy Tales from the German ;' and 'Little Ellen, or the Farmer's Child.' They also have now ready the fourth edition of that excellent little volume, * The Pearls of Thought, from Old Authors,' etc., etc. This list would be very incomplete, if we did not include in it a reference to a new and superb edition of the Book of Common Prayer, which we can assure our Church readers has not heretofore had its equal.
Specimens of Douglas Jerrold's Wit: together with Selections chiefly from his Contributions to Journals, intended to Illustrate his Opinions,' is the not over-felicitous title of a very handsome volume, from the popular press of Messrs. TICKNOR AND Fields, Boston, which has been lying for some time upon our table. It was not a book to be taken up and read at a sitting : it ought rather to be devoured now and then, as you take a nice biscuit, and a bit of good sound English or Shaker cheese, by way of whet,' or lunch of a late morning. The volume is edited by BLANCHARD JERROLD, a son of the deceased, whose name became unpleasantly conspicuous, soon after his father's death, by reason of his repelling, in terms unkindly, efforts which were successfully made to place his father's family beyond the reach of pecuniary want. The tribute to the subject of the work is filial and affectionate : and the selections are well discriminated, and made with good taste. We take a few passages from the preface, because we desire to say a few words touching the positions which they assume, and the impressions, to some degree at least erroneous, which they are calculated to create. Mr. BLANCHARD JERROLD observes :
'A COMPLETE collection of DouglAS JERROLD's wit is now impossible. From far and near, however — from old friends long separated, from club-associates, and fireside companions, I have gleaned the few ears of golden grain which time had left within the reach of their memory. Not one friend who has afforded me a single grain has failed to assure me of his sorrow over the treachery of his memory. The ghosts of a hundred good things appeared to him, but he could not reach them. Only the recollection of the time and circumstance, which had given birth to each, could bring them back to definite shape. The humble editor of the present volume can, for his own part, call to mind many evenings when his father kept the company about his table till a late hour, flashing upon them quaint turns of thought and bright shafts of wit; each of which was worth the trouble of a note-book. And the son has left, determined, henceforth, to bear in mind all his father's sayings, and to commit them from the dangerous keeping of the memory, to these safer media, ink and paper. But this determination was never acted upon; and the culprit who fell from it, and now presents this poor skeleton of a splendid presence, regrets his sin of omission keenly, and will regret it always. Still the present volume makes, in the humble opinion of its compiler, no ordinary list of wise things said by one man.
Let the reader be pleased to note also that if here and there, the arrow stings with a malignant poison upon its barb, the wound is for the strong that have oppressed the weak — the ignoble who have warred against the noble. There is consuming fire in many of the sayings; but the victim, in every case, deserves to die. On the other hand, there are touches of infinite tenderness in every page. The eye that flashed fire over a wrong done by the strong to the weak; the lip that curled with scorn at the meannesses of life, softened to sweet pity over a story of sorrow. It has been the persevering endeavor of many men who have smarted under the keen lash of Douglas Jerrold's wit, to prove to the world that he was a savage misanthrope, who had small belief in the goodness, but infinite faith in the rottenness, of human nature.'
*It is indisputable that Douglas JERROLD did not write his best jokes. He cast them forth, in the course of conversation, and forgot them as soon as they were launched. Often when reminded, on the morrow of a party, of some good thing he had said, he would turn, in surprise, upon his informant, and ask :
Did I really say that?' There are many sharp sayings in the present volume which were pointed at dear and old friends; but they were pointed in purest frolic. The best evidence of this is, that although JERROLD often said bitter things, even of his friends, this bitterness never lost him a friend; for to all men who knew him personally, he was valued as a kind and hearty man. He sprang ever eagerly to the side, eren of a passing acquaintance, who needed a kindness. He might possibly speak something keenly barbed on a grave occasion; but his help would be substantial, and his sympathy not the less hearty: for with him, a witty view of men and things forced itself upon his mind so continually and irresistibly, and with a vividness and power so intense, that sarcasm flashed from his lips, even when he was deeply moved. He knew that this subjection to the dominant faculty of his mind had given him a reputation in the world for ill-nature: and he writhed under this imputation; for he felt how little he deserved it.'
We present the foregoing, as being honorable to the feelings of a surviving son: but, if we are to believe the verdict of persons in this country, who knew JERROLD well, he was, as a satirist, with all his love of right and scorn of wrong, a man rather feared than loved. Think of Lamb or Hood, in this category, and the fact appears to be reached at once. These were kindly humorists and pleasing satirists: biting' was not in their line: and yet, who were ever more effective in the lessons which they conveyed, than they ? Dr. R. Suelton MACKENZIE, of Mr. FORNEY's Philadelphia 'Press,' whose long and familiar acquaintance with artists and men of letters in England is so apparent to his readers, thus speaks of JERROLD:
"With all his fecundity of wit, JERROLD was bad company. He would not be pleasant. He seemed to be, like a tiger, ever ready for a spring, and, when the opportunity occurred, could not resist the temptation of saying the witty, bitter thing. Thus, when Mrs. Glover, the great comédienne, who had known him from childhood, uttered a regret over her beautiful hair becoming thin and gray, half-jestingly saying, I think it must be caused by my damping my head, when it aches, with the essence of lavender,' Jerrold instantly interjected the remark, ‘Rather say, the essence of Time.' But those who play at bowls must expect rubbers, says the proverb, and JERROLD sometimes was paid back in kind, much to his annoyance. For example: there was a great laugh among all who knew him, when one of the London editors (the late Mr. Moran of the Globe) announced the severe indisposition of Mr. DougLas Jerrold,' and, contradicting it on the following day, stated that the report had arisen from the fact of his having been seen to put the quill, instead of the featherend of his pen, into his mouth, and the lookers-on, knowing what venom he wrote with, naturally believed that it had poisoned bim! Like all satirists, JERROLD was
himself very thin-skinned. Any thing like a hiss during the early performance of one of his new plays, would depress him into a fit of cold shivers, and any thing less than unqualified eulogy in the critical notice of any of his writings, would throw his mind off its balance for some days.'
Now 'De mortuis, nil nisi Bonum' is a maxim too commonly acted upon, to permit us to doubt, that testimonies like the preceding, which have not been infrequent since Jerrold's death, are not without a basis of truth for their foundation. But we pass to a selection of desultory extracts from the work under consideration :
BRED ON THE Boards. — When Morris had the Haymarket Theatre, JERROLD, on a certain occasion, had reason to find fault with the strength, or rather, the want of strength, of the company. Morris expostulated, and said: “Why, there's V. he was bred on these boards !' ‘JERROLD — “He looks as though he'd been cut out of them."
DAMPED Ardor. - Jerrold and Laman BLANCHARD were strolling together about London, discussing passionately a plan for joining Byron in Greece. Jerrold, telling the story many years after, said: “But a shower of rain came on and washed all the Greece out of us.''
'An Actor's WINE. -- 'Do you know,' said a friend to JerrolD, 'that Jones has left the stage and turned wine-merchant?' 'Oh! yes,' JERROLD replied; and I'm told that his wine off the stage is better than his whine on it.''
‘A PROFESSOR. — Indeed, there are few things, from Chinese to back-gammon, of which I am not professor. I dabble, too, a good deal in bar and pulpit eloquence. Ha! sir, the barristers I've fitted for the woolsack; the heads I've patted into shape for mitres ! Even the stuttering parish clerk of Tithepig-cum-Tottlepot, he took only three lessons, and nobody knew his ‘Amen' for the same thing. And then I've a great name for knife-and-fork eloquence. Yes, I teach people after-dinner thanks. I do n't brag; but show me the man who, like me, can bring in the happiest moment of a gentleman's life at only a crown a lesson.'
“WIT AND Waggery. — Wit, I have heard called a merchant prince, trading with the whole world; while waggery is a green-grocer, making up small penn'orths for the local vulgar.'
* UGLY Trades. — The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.'
• A Taste of MARRIAGE. — A gentleman described to Jerrold the bride of a mutual friend. “Why, he is six foot high, and she is the shortest woman t ever saw. What taste, eh?'
“Ay,' Jerrold replied, and only a taste!'
* True Worth. - Do n't think that money can do any thing and erery thing - it. can't. There must be inward worth. The gold candle-stick - if I may be so bold as to use a figure — may be prized, I grant; but its magnificence is only subservient to its use; the gold is very well, but after all, it's the light we look to.'
• Young Ladies' ACCOMPLISHMENTS. — Bless their little filagree hearts ! before they marry they ought to perform quarantine in cotton, and serve seven years to pies and puddings.'
'Self-RESPECT. -Self-respect! why it's the ballast of the ship. Without it, let the craft be what she will, she's but a fine sea-coffin at the best.'
“MARRIAGE. — The marriage of a loved child may seem to a parent a kind of death.