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The women wear a sarong, or petticoat, over which is a eldest afterwards convey to and bary at the foot of some rest, ornamented with bits of coloured glass and adornings. distant mountains, charging the spirit of the departed not to They have also necklaces, and surround their heads with a return to molest his family, as all his earthly possessions cotton cloth, whose two ends fall over their shoulders. Their | have been interred with him. ears are elongated by the suspension, from a large bored The account given by Mr. Judson of the Kareens is, in hole, of flowers, precious stones, and gold and silver orna- some respects less favourable than that of Bishop Pallegois. ments.
Their early history seems quite a matter of conjecture; but Their hints are made of bamboos, and are ascended by a they are supposed to emanate from the aboriginal inhabitants vide ladder ; bamboos, calabashes, baskets, and a few coarse of the regions in which they dwell. Mr. Judson calls them mats, form the whole of their furniture. These habitations meek, peaceful, simple, and credulous, with many of the are only built for temporary use; the people migrate year softer virtues, and few flagrant vices. They are dranken, after year from one spot to another, burning and clearing filthy, and indolent; but their morals, in other respects, are away a space for the cultivation of the rice they consume. superior to those of many more civilised races. In their They have no books or written laws, their legislation being traditions, truths and absurdities are mingled. They have traditional.
tolerably definite ideas of a great Being, who governs the Their chiefs are elected, not hereditary, and exercise a universe, and many of their traditionary precepts bear * paternal and protective influence.
striking resemblance to those of the Gospel. The Kareens are believed to have a common ancestry Not being Buddhists, they have been persecuted by Bud. with the Laos, whom they much resemble. They recognise dhists, and this had, undoubtedly, disposed them more wila good and an evil spirit; the good genius being well dis- lingly to receive Chistian instruction. posed, they do not deem it necessary to conciliate him ; One of the earliest Protestant missionaries to Burmah was hence all their sacrifices are offered to the maleficent genius. struck with groups of strange wild-looking men, clad in unThey have no priests or pagodas, no assemblages for worship shapely garments, who now and then passed his abode. He or religious displays. They address their supplications to heard they were a numerous race, who kept aloof from other the evil spirit when they have any favour to ask, or evil to men, and were as uptameable as the mountain birds. He avert. This absence of religious forms and prejudices in redeemed one of them from slavery, and converted him. favour of any particular system, has made the Kareens Throngh him his fellows were reached. They had no strong willing converts to Christianity, and the Protestant mission. prejudices, professed no religion; their traditions led them aries have had considerable success among them.
to expect instruction from the west white-faced teachers, They possess many excellent moral qualities ; they are who were to give them knowledge of God. The missionaries sober, trustworthy, and truthful. Polygamy is unknown brought civilisation with Christianity —at all events, its among them. Hospitality is so aniversal that it is elaimed rudiments; reading and writing were introduced, and the without hesitation, and granted without stint. A visitor is Kareens found to their amazement, that the meaning of a always welcome to food and shelter, and they distribute spoken word could be conveyed by a written sign. willingiy among one another whatever they possess in super. Aaity.
The two volumes devoted to Siam are extremely They are wholly uneducated. Fishing, hunting, and the interesting, for we expect from the attainments simple coltivation of rice and vegetables, are their sole em and characters of the monarchs, that great changes ployments. A candidate for the hand of a virgin mast will occur rapidly in that land to which the visit escalade her cabin, and is expected to overthrow a strong of the author and the originator of the treaty man placed for her defence. They barn their dead, but rescue from the ashes a portion
will decidedly tend. The volumes abound in of the skull, which they suspend from a tree, with the illustrations that supply, we believe, an accarate clothes
, ornamen:s, and arms of the deceased. They dance, idea of the buildings or costumes which they represinging lagabrious songs, around these relics, which the sent.
Ballads by Bon Gaultier's Grandsons
I mean to panish perjured Pam for past official sins ; HORRAH FOR GOVERNOR YEH!
I mean that all the “Ins" be “Outs,” and all the “ Outs''
be“ Ins;" CONSIDERABLY AFTER TENNYSON.
And I must cull my choicest flowers of rhetoric, they say
And speak of murdered Chinamen, and that dove-like GoBY THE Right Hon. B. D'ISR-E.1.
vernor Yeh! PART 1.
Up with the Earl of Derby and down with " W. B.!” Ir yon’re waking, call me early, call me early, wifie dear, Up with the quartern loaf, my friends, and-D’Israeli, M.P. For to-morrow will be the busiest day of all the Commons' Oh ! bless those Chinese mandarins—dear anti-British souls
Who bid so high for British heads, and poison penny rolls ! For Cobden brave hath sworn that he will floor poor Pam
As I came through the lobby, whom think you I did see And I'm to be spokesman of Yeh, my dear, the gentle But Hayter holding the button-hole of some stiff-necked Governor Yeh!
He thought of that sharp speech, my dear, they fear so much, There's many a Belial in the House--but none so keen as I, men say, To explain the thing which is not and that which is, When I'm to bully the Government for injured Governor
Yeh! Oh! none can speak like little Diz, the people all do say ; They say Pam will to the country go—and what if so it be? So I'm to spout agaiust Palmerston, for injured Governor What if his heart approved his acts-pray, what is that to Yeh!
Then this poor boy wound slow liis mournful way
BALLADS BY BEN GAULTIER'S GRANDSONS.
When Derby woos me to Downing.street, I care not what
I say !
W. B. B. S.
BY ALPRED TENNISBALL.
Not only we of Eighteen Fifty-Seven,
BROKEN MEMORI E S.
Broken memories of many a heart
had gained the paternal consent, straightway pro. They say that angels walked upon our earth,
ceeding once more to London, to take lessons till And commune held with man when Time was young, the time should arrive when he would be qualified, Ere from the selfish hearts that vexed them daily, They flew to heaven from this vale of tears;
if nothing better offered, to teach others himself. But know, thou scoffer at dear wominkind, That there are wingless angels yet abiding
Of course, his father hotly opposed the plan at first In earthly homes-fair, gentle, loving women,
-but, being a man of easy temper, and having Such as was she, whom aye will I remember, The angel of her home.
heard from several competent judges of his son's
great proficiency in drawing, &c., he allowed John In the year 18—, John Sydney, the only son of a Sydney to start for London, with a promise, to country clergyman, came up to London on a visit cheer him on his way, that whatever in reason was 10 bis uncle, an eminent merchant, who, having necessary to his advancement would be provided, left home some five-and-twenty years before, with on condition that, as far as he could, he kept out nothing better than a few guineas in his pocket of mischief. and his father's blessing, had by this time suc. So now I have told you how John Sydney beteeded, Midas-like, in turning all he touched to came an artist. He soon found, however, somegold, by dint of lucky speculations, aided by his thing more is required to make an artist thau a own good judgment, and becoming senior partner superficial knowledge of colour, light and shade, in the now flourishing firm of Sydney, Simpkin, and elementary drawing; he found that nil sine and Co., Old Broad-street. Having thus disposed magno labore is the great life-motto for all who of the rich and respected uncle, Mr. Samuel would achieve eminence, or even a competence, by Sydney, let me proceed in my own way to say a the work of their hands. But he was young and few words introductory of his scapegrace nephew, hopeful, and set to work to conquer art's early John. Jolin Sydney had spent the greater part of difficulties by patience. his time abroad — having been educated at a con. Time wore away, and by degrees the young tinental school, anà finished off at Heidelberg, artist's pictures began to be seen in conspicuous where he learned to smoke more Canaster than was corners of picture-dealers' windows, and quickly good for him, love schnaps, read, if not unto edifi. to fetch fair prices. Now began Sydney's trials ; cation, Kant's philosophy, and to be about as having thus far satisfied his own conceit that he agreeable an idler as you would meet in a long was a genius-as, say what people may and do day's walk. But all these things, although say of the modesty of real talent, all clever men rendering him a very good companion over at some period of their lives do think- he became one's wine and walnuts, were in nowise fitted to idle and desultory, and, having fallen in with a produce favourable impressions on the mind of his clique after his own heart, men who were ever uncle, as to the business capabilities of the non- ready to acknowledge his merits, court bis society, chalant young man, who one day jumped out of a and—truth must be spoken-occasionally steal cab at No. —, Russell-Square, the residence of his designs, he soon ceased to care about art for its that most respectable of tallow-merchants, Samuel own sake, as an abstraction, and to regard it solely Sydney, Esq. It had occurred to our young in a concrete light as the mere means of paying Hopeful's father, Rev. Thomas Sydney, that his his rent and supplying his extravagances. About brother was the very man to further John's in this time, he happened to meet at a conversazione a terests in life; for it happened that this well. Miss Bell, with whom he fell in love, and whom meaning parent had altogether mistaken the bias he married a few weeks after, with that impetuosity of his son's mind, which by no means tended which followed him through life. Of her I can towards Mr. Samuel Sydney's desks and high say little, save that she was a pretty, amiable stools in Old Broad-street. From his childhood little woman, devotedly attached to ber husband, John had a taste for drawing, which had been pro- as he to her, but with little else to recommend her nounced by his master to be so correct that he, to your notice—one in every way unsuited to be the wortby master, had little doubt but that, with the wife of a man like John Sydney. Moreover, proper attention, his pupil might become a Mrs. Sydney had not a shilling, and he had never great man, if he would only devote himself entirely thought of the necessity for retrenching his exto bis easel bereafter. Now it likewise happened penditure when he married; so, a few weeks after that John Sydney was of this opinion himself; so, Jane Bell became the wife of John Sydney, "for finding that his uncle could offer him nothing but better or for worse, for richer or poorer” (if those a clerk's seat in Old Broad-street, he resolved on alternatives had any real existence at that time,) at once going down home, acquainting his father the young artist and his bride found themselves with his intention of turning artist, and, when he located in a garret in Newman-street, which has
been an artists' quarter from time immemorial. I name to the good old English appellative " Mars," But Sydney, though idle and dissipated from evil Maclan was at a loss to conjecture. And now influences, was really better than all this. He Sydney had an additional stimulus to exertion, and saw that something must be done—that he must so worked manfully on, till he came in for his share give up bis loose bachelor acquaintances, work of the world's much-coveted, unduly appreciated, hard--in a word, paint or starve. So he painted | “monstrari digito et dicier, hic est.” He became, away with new vigour, and his industry was duly almost suddenly, a man of mark, whose pictures rewarded.
always commanded high prices, and was now on But prosperity is always more trying to men of the high road to fame, when little Marie had his temperament than adversity ; no sooner had he learned to walk alone, and lisp her father's name, made for bimself a small but safe connection among and a second child-another little fair-haired the picture-dealers and picture-buyers than he miniature—a more flattering likeness than the launched into fresh extravagances - took better first of her mother, was born, and named Emily. lodgings, gave bachelor parties once more, and And the painter's heart was glad, as on fine managed to spend rather more in one month than summer evenings, when his easel was thrown aside, he could make in three. Too proud to apply to he sat in his little garden, with his two little ones his father for assistance, too desultory now to face at his feet, and his fair young wife at his side, bis difficulties like a man, and curtail his ruinous gazing out over London's miles of brick and expenditure, he soon experienced the manifold mortar in the cool twilight, blandly smoking biş mortifications of genteel poverty, and, in proportion cigar, and blessing old Sandy MacIan, who had as he grew poorer, so did his wife become more taken him from his debt and duos and joy less delicate, and he more reckless.
extravagances, to set bim down with a better heart Now there happened to be “ a cloud with a of hope and hand of earnest in his happy Hampsilver lining” hovering over the Sydneys' lodgings stead home. in Newman-street just then; or, in plainer English, there was, among his miscellaneous acquaintances, an old Scotch picture-dealer, by name Time wore away-Marie was now fifteen, and Sandy MacIan, who had now and then dropped in Emily three years younger, and their happy father to smoke a cigar with Sydney, and had then and was celebrating the birthday of his elder daughter there conceived a strong liking for the young with a small party of friends brother artists and painter, and bis pretty, ailing, little wise.
men of letters; and there, for the first time, he “Mrs. Sydney,” Maclan would say, "puts me became acquainted with James Grey and John much in mind of my poor darling Jessie, who Savile, who had come with a mutual friend, for married a young artist, and died at the birth of the purpose of introduction to the eminent her first child in this very street.” This remi. painter, John Sydney, R.A. And to saye myself niscence was often advantageous to Sydney in the trouble bereafter, I may as well describe the more ways than one. Old Sandy Maclan, as he two. Both were very young men, and as get was called by half the young “ ne'er-do-wells” in unknown to the world, but both had given much Newman-street, was at bottom a kind-hearted man, promise of future distinction, and Sydney had -one who was often known to do the most always a kindly word of cheer or good counsel for generous things in the most crabbed way; to send such. Grey, who was the elder of the two, was anonymously a £10 note to some struggling then a barrister of a year's standing-a slight, young artist, while perhaps, at the very moment dark, haughty-looking, handsome young man, of its receipt, he was growling, like a caged bear, with coldly regular features, and quiet, gentlemanat bis protège's shortcomings. He volunteered to like manners; while Savile, a young author, whose lend Sydney a sum sufficient to relieve him from name as yet was known only to the literary world bis difficulties, on the sole condition that the as appended to a few stray poems in divers periudiartist should work more and talk of work less ; cals, was the reverse—a tall, German-looking, break off bis acqnaintance with the idle clique who irregular-featured, broad-shouldered man, had taken up his time, and smoked his cigars to whom men called "cranky," and women "an no purpose ; take a little cottage at Hampstead, oddity,"—now joyous as a lark, and now gloomy which belonged to MacIan, and then and there as Democritus himself; one who, at that time at begin a new life. Sydney gratefully accepted the least, wore his heart too much upon his sleeve, as old man's offer, and worked steadily at his easel the phrase is, and so was constantly misinterpreted, till he was not only enabled to repay his friend, even in his best motives, and doomed to meet but had also in hand a sum sufficient for his daily scorn and coldness on all sides from the many who exigencies for some time to come. And here, deemed his impetuous frankness ill-timed, or gare properly speaking, my story should begin. him credit for carrying his heart in his open band,
At this time his first child, a girl-a fair, fragile and formed their estimate of that honest heart's little thing, with her mother's deep blue eyes and worth accordingly—and erroneously. flaxen hair – was born, and shortly after baptized, There was not more difference in feature than with MacIan as her godfather, “Marie,” though in mind between the two. Grey was one who what reason Sydney had for preferring a French / would at all times have chosen the smooth expe
dient before the rugged right; while Savile's high-eyes of the painter's daughter, who, in some guise toned honoor would never allow his sense of truth or other, was sure to be brought forward on the canto be boodwinked for a moment by any idea of vas of his most popular pictures. Emily, too, sast mere self-interest. Men like Grey may often, by approaching womanhood, threatened to throw ler innate force of character, make their way into our quiet little sister into the shade by her striking beauty respect; men like Savile seldom fail, in the long and showy accomplishments, which Marie had not; run, of securing our heart's love.
Savile was a
but Sydney, true to his artist-instinct, would often man at all times better than he seemed; Grey, a say to his friends with balf-sigh, half-smile, that man who at all times seemed better than lie was. Emily surpassed her sister in beauty of form and Have I shadowed forth the characters of these two feature, but was not to be compared to Marie,
If anything be wanting, read on, whose heart beamed through her deep blue eyes. and let my narration fill up the blanks.
And well might her fond father's partiality find A few years passed away, and Sydney's pictures excuse in truth; for during all her mother's ill were to be seen yearly in the best places at the ness Marie was ever the angel of his home. To exhibition; Grey had made some successful her now her father looked for everything; she mel speeches in Westminster Hall, and won a reputa. him at the breakfast table with a cheerful face, tion and a great cause in a siugle day; while while Emily sat complaining in a corner, that she Savile was still unknown, writing on cheerfully in had sat up all night with her mother, and was worn his quiet lodgings in Islington, with nothing out with her vigil-forgetting that dear little Maelse to cheer him but a consciousness of dormant rie had spent her days and nights, with little iu. power, and one strong idea that he would yet do termission, for more than a week past, in her truth's work in his generation.
mother's room—and yet no murmur ever escaped One day, a book appeared with John Savile's her lips. name on its title-page, and from that hour its In a drawing-room, reader, you would perhaps author's reputation was secure. It rarely hap- have thought the quiet little girl
, who sát silently pens that a man earns any lasting reputation by a in her arm-chair, with her head reclining on her first book; nevertheless, Savile was an exception to hand, while her sister Emily was winning the the rule. I remember that book well; I bad read hearts of all the young gentlemen in her vicinity, it through and through long ere I knew anything by her sprightly manner, silvery laugh, or exquisite of its gisted author. It was, after all, nothing warblings, a very commonplace young lady-one more than a simple domestic story, with no re- you would rather not pick as a partner for the markable incidents therein ; but that same simple next polka-and you would in that sense have story won a place for its author in the hearts of been right, for the privacy of domestic life was the book reading public of England. “It was so the only scene where Sydney's “ child-angel,” as touchingly true," said they—they saw themselves he lovingly nicknamed his elder daughter, ap. reflected in its pages, for good, for evil, real flesh peared in her true character. So Miss Emily and blood men, like Sydney, Grey, Savile himsell, Sydney flirted, danced, and sang away, and so desand the old picture-dealer ; as for its women, its troyed the peace of many eligible young men in author had been obliged for once to draw upon irreproachable white waistcoats and veatest of his imagination for ideals—he was left an orphan neckcloths, till her presence became almost a sine early, had no female relations that he knew of, and quá non to every party at any house to which the at that time went but little into female society. Sydneys had ever been invited, while Marie was Nevertheless, bis women pleased
women pleased the public. voted slow and silent by half the simpering inaniHe drew bis inspiration from truth, and Pa- ties of fashion. Grey had met the Misses Sydney ternoster-row, which had snubbed him in days out at sundry parties, and had made a similar obgone by, applauded his work to the echo now. servation ; nevertheless, he had always felt inAnd Grey read that book, and whenever he met clined to alter his opinion when he saw Miss Sydits author at Sydney's table, loved to draw himney in her proper sphere-at home ; whilc Savile, out before his host's daughters, till they, poor silly wlio, as I have said, at that time went little into little things, were of opinion that Grey was indeed female society, and had just arrived at that stage the wittiest and most agreeable man they had ever in the heart's bistory when something to love met, and poor John Savile a mere bookseller's begins to be a want, might truly say of himhack. And so Grey despised Savile's pet self now, with St. Augustine in his beautiful theories, and glowing enunciations of lofty ab- “Confessions” :-"Nondum amabam, et amare stract truths, while Savile bated Grey's witty amaban, quærebam quid amarem, amans amare;" worldliness and barren heart of unbelief.
and accordingly fell in love with Marie Sydney. But that young lady unfortunately in her heart of
hearts dearly loved James Grey, to whom poor Marie had now grown up into a demure blue. Savile superficially presented an unfavourable coneyed little maiden, with as sweet a face as poet trast, while the brilliant Emily, too, in spite of ever dreamed of, and her father had painted that numerous offers from men in a worldly point of sweet face over and over again, but still the world view far more eligible than the young barrister, was not yet tired of the angel-smile and dove-like I loved Grey as deeply as women of her nature can