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A Tweekly Repository for MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.
No. XXI, Price 4d.) Feb. 8, 1817.
An out-line Print of Miss MACALPINE, as ARIEL, accompanies this number.
The lines on “ MASQUERADE” are mislaid. Indisposition has preTented its being noticed earlier.
THE NARRATOR, No. XVII.
The Æolussian Hobby. " There is a humour in this man to turn aside propriety, and force Sir Gravity to forget himself.”
B. and F.
Mr. Titus Twangdillo, a Cambrian philosopher, having met with misfortunes among his native mountains, resolved with all speed to remove his effects and his family to another quarter of the Island'; to that end he crossed the Severn, and pitched his tents of repose within the vicinity of SevenDials, once the neighbourhood of princes. The hard rubs of fortune bring with them a healing balsam, when they instruct us to escape from future evils: this was happily the case with Mr. Twangdillo, for living soberly within the
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circle of his income, he recovered his embarrasments, and bid defiance to the efforts of the law, and the cruelties of care, To beguile, in a pleasant way, the progress of time, our philosopher once more embraced his favourite propensity, designated by him, “ The Aeolussian Study,” or the high fancy for collecting old fiddles, of wbich he had at one time in his possession, not less than one hundred and fifty. Although he knew no more of the divine science than an Hercynian bear doth of algebra, for all this, Mr. Twang found an exquisite gratification from the harmony produced by the north-wind on a tempestuous day, while playing on the strings of the favourites of his fancy : his method was to screw up the chords to a certain pitch, and then to dispose his fiddles in order, peculiar to himself, when throwing open all the windows of his chamber, to admit his friend Æolus, Mr. Twangdillo retiring to a certain quarter of his fidlery, and drawing the bow over the viol on his arm, a syn pathy of sounds took place, producing a soft and delectable unum. Thus, by the help of the north-wind and his own exertions, Mr. Twangdillo pursued the amusement so long known to be his hobby.
The late Mr. Wechel, admired for his great knowledge in the harmonic art, one windy day, paid a visit to this chamber of one hundred and fifty fiddles, and having every thing prepared for his entertainment, took his ,seat, and be gan to court the symptomatic sounds he bad heard so much about among the sons of Apollo; it was his own invaluable instrument that received the probationary touch, when to the astonishment of that gentleman, his discriminating ear led him to notice the vibrations of a single croud, that wore the marks of many ages, when, with permission of the owner, he took the fiddle from the peg, examined its construction, and with a significant smile returned it to its station. At this instant, Mrs. Twangdillo entered the chamber, and placing her hands upon her sides, told her husband that he paid more attention to his fiddles than to bis family, that his was ridiculous fancy, and would never turn him out, a solitary shilling ; having thus discharged her spleen, she went off like a cracker, with a fiery biss, and a loud bounce. The good-natured modest man, like 'Jerry in the farce, blushed at the words of the vixen, and turned once more to his hobby, which like the magnetic power that moves the nautical needle, drew him from reflection, and soothed his state of uxorious servility : Mr. Wechel saw the chagrin, took his leave for the present, and promised, with permissi
on of the philosopher, to return the next day, and bring with him a valuable friend to the Muses. This Mr. Wechel faithfully fulfilled, and they were together introduced to the Aeolussian mysteries. In the midst of these vibrations, which fully established the doctrine of the sympathy of sounds, or the unison of agreeable natural qualities, Mr. Wechel took down the instrument that had so attached his attention the day before, and put it into the hands of the Right Honourable the Earl of Uxbridge, who having examined it with his usual perspicuity, pronounced it to be a perfect Cremona. Mr. T'wangdillo now learning the quality of his new visitor, begged bis Lordship to accept the treasure, and he should think himself highly honoured by his condescention. At this instant, Mrs. Twangdillo, whose ears were those of the Lynx, exhibited her red face at the door, which she had opened but a little way, to sbew her disapprobation of the gift, and with a portentous frown, or rather, as Milton has it
“ Grinning horribly a ghastly smile," she closed the aperture of the chamber.
The Earl received the Cremona, and with his wonted liberality, gave the philosopher a draft on his banker for one hundred and fifty guineas; Mrs. Twangdillo looked in and smiled for the first time within the last circle of the four seasons. Mr. Wechel and his Lordship took their leaves, highly gratified with their discovery, and the hobby of the modest and humble Mr. Titus Twangdillo.
The Baculum Hobby. The eccentric Mr. Harlow, of Snow Hill, had in his pos. session as many walking-sticks as there are days in the
year, and for every stick he had a different name. Not a quarter of the world where commerce had furled her sails, but had contributed to his hobby; his staff or baculus for his Majesty's birth day, was of heart of oak, surmounted with the portrait of his sovereign, in weight, about ten ounces of sterling silver; with this, he was sure to be seen on that anniversary, parading the streets, like a parish beadle before the children of a charitable institution.
He had one of ebony for the day. Mr. Pitt made his exit ; and another of brass for the birth-day of his friend the Lord Melvil ; one of case hardened iron for Lord C-y, this was surmounted with the cap and bells, appropriately inscribed
Your fools and koaves may strut about their hour,
Shall meet respect, and bear them out at last. On the 12th of August, his stick was a sapling oak, crowned with a plume of white feathers; and on the day of Lord Camden's elevation, he wore a crab mounted with lead; and on the day of Mr. Percival's first coming into office, one, imitating the rods of oppression ; he honoured Mr. Fox with the laurel; Mr. Windham with a staff of changeable stuff, which sometimes exhibited the appearance of oak, but lastly of blackthorn ; and Sir Francis Burdett with a bacu. lum wrought of ivy, that never forsakes its friend. To euy. merate the rest, would be a sacrifice to time, but one thing must not be forgotten : on the day that the princess Amelia left the world, our eccentric was always seen bending over his stick of weeping willow.
The Poterium Hobby, Or, a collection of pans, pots, and pipkins, from the pot. teries of antiquity, a pursuit that has less to recommend it than all the hobbies in the universe, because only made up of such materials, as cannot be made useful, but to such as scour the erugo from better substances.
To arrange and preserve the works of a Wedgwood indeed might be laudable, for his productions are beautiful beyond comparison. It was Wedgwood who made the Porcelaine of England to rival all other nations, and to open new channels for Commerce! Ingenuity! and Industry ! Insomuch as to intitle him
to a peerage from the hand of his sovereign, before nine-tenths of those who succeeded to that honour, within the same circle of existence.
To wrinkle the cheeks of risibility, I was once shewn a useful vessel, said by the professor to have been a favourite with Queen Elizabeth, it was cracked in two places, with this laconic label tied to the handle,
At Kennelworth, by Leicester ;
Away then with the rubbish of Saxon antiquity, and if we must be collectors and copyists, let it be like Wedg. wood, from the best Greek and Roman models, to the ho. nour of the Arts, and the profit of our Country.
Thus have I driven my team of Hobbies to their journey's end, and shall conclude this paper with a word to the wise. Let not
efforts wound the honest breast, 'Tis vice I censure, and with folly jest; Should
brow. disclose, Thiðk me the gadly buzzing round the rose.
any one the
At what distance from the focus of fashion the truly estimable Mrs. Clavering's abode is, can be of very little consequence to my readers, yet I think it necessary to say, that it is sufficient to compel me to sleep two nights upon the road. As frequent association made the path a beaten one, I took up my quarters at a house of entertainment, where the eccentricities of my character were perfectly known; and the window of the bar being open, I heard my landlady exclaim to her daughter, "As I live, here comes the silent gentleman! Run directly, Lucy, and dust out the brown Ipom.
Though completely aware of the singularity of my disporition, yet, at the moment, I felt provoked at the appel. lation, and resolved to convince my hostess I could talk as rapidly as the most voluble of her sex. With this determination, I walked into the Three Kings, and instead of immediately desiring to be shewn into a quiet apartment, entered into conversation with my landlady respecting the variable state of the weather. This was touching a string which, of all others, was calculated to set the organ of speech afloat, as I had previously understood that her husband rented about two hundred acres.
“ Weather, sir !" she exclaimed, why we shall all be ruined ! God only knows what could induce my husband to