triumphant returning at night with the spoil,

like bachanals, shouting and gay:

how sweet with a bottle and song to refresh,

and lose the fatigues of the day.

with sport, wit, and wine, fickle fortune defy,

dull 'wisdom all happiness sours;

since life is no more than a passage at best,

let's strew the way over with flowers.

[1]"they order these things better in london,” replied the hon. tom dashall, to an old weather-beaten sportsman, who would fain have made a convert of our london sprig of fashion to the sports and delights of rural life. the party were regaling themselves after the dangers and fatigues of a very hard day's fox-chace; and, while the sparkling glass circulated, each, anxious to impress on the minds of the company the value of the exploits and amusements in which he felt most delight, became more animated and boisterous in his oratory—forgetting that excellent regulation which forms an article in some of the rules and orders of our “free and easies” in london, “that no more than three gentlemen shall be allowed to speak at the same time.” the whole party, consisting of fourteen, like a pack in full cry, had, with the kind assistance of the “rosy god,” become at the same moment most animated, not to say vociferous, orators. the young squire, bob tally ho, (as he was called) of belville hall, who had recently come into possession of this fine and extensive domain, was far from feeling indifferent to the pleasures of a sporting life, and, in the chace, had even acquired the reputation of being a “keen sportsman:” but the regular intercourse which took place between him and his cousin, the hon. tom dashall, of bond street notoriety, had in [2]some measure led to an indecision of character, and often when perusing the lively and fascinating descriptions which the latter drew of the passing scenes in the gay metropolis, bob would break out into an involuntary exclamation of—“curse me, but after all, this only is real life; “—while, for the moment, horses, dogs, and gun, with the whole paraphernalia of sporting, were annihilated. indeed, to do justice to his elegant and highly-finished friend, these pictures were the production of a master-hand, and might have made a dangerous impression on minds more stoical and determined than that of bob's. the opera, theatres, fashionable pursuits, characters, objects, &c. all became in succession the subjects of his pen; and if lively description, blended with irresistible humour and sarcastic wit, possessed any power of seduction, these certainly belonged to bob's honourable friend and relative, as an epistolary correspondent. the following stanzas were often recited by him with great feeling and animation:—

parent of pleasure and of many a groan,

i should be loath to part with thee, i own,

dear life!

to tell the truth, i'd rather lose a wife,

should heav'n e'er deem me worthy of possessing

that best, that most invaluable blessing.

i thank thee, that thou brought'st me into being;

the things of this our world are well worth seeing;

and let me add, moreover, well worth feeling;

then what the devil would people have?

these gloomy hunters of the grave,

for ever sighing, groaning, canting, kneeling.

some wish they never had been born, how odd!

to see the handy works of god,

in sun and moon, and starry sky;

though last, not least, to see sweet woman's charms,—

nay, more, to clasp them in our arms,

and pour the soul in love's delicious sigh,

is well worth coming for, i'm sure,

supposing that thou gav'st us nothing more.

yet, thus surrounded, life, dear life, i'm thine,

and, could i always call thee mine,

i would not quickly bid this world farewell;

but whether here, or long or short my stay,

i'll keep in mind for ev'ry day

an old french motto, “vive la bagatelle!”

misfortunes are this lottery-world's sad blanks;

presents, in my opinion, not worth thanks.

the pleasures are the twenty thousand prizes,

which nothing but a downright ass despises.

it was not, however, the mere representations of bob's friend, with which, (in consequence of the important result,) we commenced our chapter, that produced the powerful effect of fixing the wavering mind of bob—no, it was the air—the manner—the je ne sais quoi, by which these representations were accompanied: the curled lip of contempt, and the eye, measuring as he spoke, from top to toe, his companions, with the cool elegant sang froid and self-possession displayed in his own person and manner, which became a fiat with bob, and which effected the object so long courted by his cousin.

after the manner of yorick (though, by the bye, no sentimentalist) bob thus reasoned with himself:—“if an acquaintance with london is to give a man these airs of superiority—this ascendancy—elegance of manners, and command of enjoyments—why, london for me; and if pleasure is the game in view, there will i instantly pursue the sport.”

[3]the song and toast, in unison with the sparkling glass, followed each other in rapid succession. during which, our elegant london visitor favoured the company with the following effusion, sung in a style equal to (though unaccompanied with the affected airs and self-importance of) a first-rate professor:—

song.

if to form and distinction, in town you would bow,

let appearance of wealth be your care:

if your friends see you live, not a creature cares how,

the question will only be, where?

a circus, a polygon, crescent, or place,

with ideas of magnificence tally;

squares are common, streets queer, but a lane's a disgrace;

and we've no such thing as an alley.

a first floor's pretty well, and a parlour so so;

but, pray, who can give themselves airs,

or mix with high folks, if so vulgarly low

to live up in a two pair of stairs?

the garret, excuse me, i mean attic floor,

(that's the name, and it's right you should know it,)

would he tenantless often; but genius will soar,

and it does very well for a poet.

these amusements of the table were succeeded by a most stormy and lengthened debate, (to use a parliamentary phrase) during which, bob's london friend had with daring heroism opposed the whole of the party, in supporting the superiority of life in london over every pleasure the country could afford. after copious libations to bacchus, whose influence at length effected what oratory had in vain essayed, and silenced these contending and jarring elements, “grey-eyed morn” peeped intrusively amid the jovial crew, and somnus, (with the cart before the horse) stepping softly on tip-toe after his companion, led, if not by, at least accompanied with, the music of the nose, each to his snoring pillow.[4]

——“glorious resolve!” exclaimed tom, as soon as his friend had next morning intimated his intention,—“nobly resolved indeed!—“what! shall he whom nature has formed to shine in the dance and sparkle in the ring—to fascinate the fair—lead and control the fashions—attract the gaze and admiration of the surrounding crowd!—shall he pass a life, or rather a torpid existence, amid country bumpkins and johnny-raws? forbid it all ye powers that rule with despotic sway where life alone is to be found,—forbid it cards—dice—balls—fashion, and ye gay et coteras,—forbid”——“pon my soul,” interrupted bob, “you have frightened me to death! i thought you were beginning an epic,—a thing i abominate of all others. i had rather at any time follow the pack on a foundered horse than read ten lines of homer; so, my dear fellow, descend for god's sake from the heroics.”

calmly let me, at least, begin life's chapter,

not panting for a hurricane of rapture;

calm let me step—not riotous and jumping:

with due decorum, let my heart

try to perform a sober part,

not at the ribs be ever bumping—bumping.

rapture's a charger—often breaks his girt,

runs oft”, and flings his rider in the dirt.

[5]"however, it shall be so: adieu, my dear little roan filly,—snow-ball, good by,—my new patent double-barrelled percussion—ah, i give you all up!—order the tandem, my dear tom, whenever you please; whisk me up to the fairy scenes you have so often and admirably described; and, above all things, take me as an humble and docile pupil under your august auspices and tuition.” says tom, “thou reasonest well.”

the rapidity with which great characters execute their determinations has been often remarked by authors. the dashing tandem, with its beautiful high-bred bits of blood, accompanied by two grooms on horsebaek in splendid liveries, stood at the lodge-gate, and our heroes had only to bid adieu to relatives and friends, and commence their rapid career.

before we start on this long journey of one hundred and eighty miles, with the celerity which is unavoidable in modern travelling, it may be prudent to ascertain that our readers are still in company, and that we all start fairly together; otherwise, there is but little probability of our ever meeting again on the journey;—so now to satisfy queries, remarks, and animadversions.

“why, sir, i must say it is a new way of introducing a story, and appears to me very irregular.—what! tumble your hero neck and heels into the midst of a drunken fox-hunting party, and then carry him off from his paternal estate, without even noticing his ancestors, relatives, friends, connexions, or prospects—without any description of romantic scenery on the estate—without so much as an allusion to the female who first kindled in his breast the tender passion, or a detail of those incidents with which it is usually connected!—a strange, very strange way indeed this of commencing.”

“my dear sir, i agree with you as to the deviation from customary rules: but allow me to ask,—is not one common object—amusement, all we have in view? suppose then, by way of illustration, you were desirous of arriving at a given place or object, to which there were several roads, and having traversed one of these till the monotony of the scene had rendered every object upon it dull and wearisome, would you quarrel with the traveller who pointed out another road, merely because it was a new one? considering the impatience of our young friends, the one to return to scenes in which alone he can [6]live, and the other to realize ideal dreams of happiness, painted in all the glowing tints that a warm imagination and youthful fancy can pourtray, it will be impossible longer to continue the argument. let me, therefore, entreat you to cut it short—accompany us in our rapid pursuit after life in london; nor risk for the sake of a little peevish criticism, the cruel reflection, that by a refusal, you would, probably, be in at the death of the author—by starvation.”