when it wasn't four year old, I've seen the child with matches in his hand; and I've heard him lie and beg, and change his voice up and down, and down and up-lord! it has made my blood turn like water to hear such cunning in a little cretur that natur meant to be as innocent as heaven. Well, and now what is he? At seven year old, what is he? Why, that little head of his is full of wasps as July. Now and then, a sort of look comes back his face, as if it was a good angel looking in it,—and then, away it goes, and there's a imp of wickedness, grinning and winking at you.

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I hope we shall be in time to get a good place," said Kitty, to whom the history of young St. Giles seemed a very low and wicked business. "I want to get in the front row, because I do want to see how that precious cretur, that dear angel, young master, likes it. Sweet fellow! They say he's so sensibleshouldn't wonder if he knows every bit about it to-morrow. There never was such a child as that in the world."

"What! young St. James, eh? Well, he ought to be a nice little chap," said Jem. "He's lived the life of a flower; with nothing to do, but to let himself be nursed and coddled. He hasn't had nothing to iron the dimples out of him yet. Howsomever, I shall have a look at him to-night when I call the carriage.

A few minutes more elapsed, and then there was a general move towards the theatre. Miss Canary, having suffered a promise to be tortured from her that she would visit Kitty at the West-end, left Short's Gardens to prepare her basket in the gallery. Bright Jem, having heartily shaken Cesar's hand-Cesar had remained silent almost as night during his visit, though he looked and smiled all kind of grateful eloquence-departed on his customary duty; and Kitty had then nothing to do, but to persuade her sister to accompany her and Cesar to the house." I'll pay for you, Susan, so you needn't mind the expense," said Kitty. Oh, it isn't that," said Mrs. Aniseed, “not at all that, but—” Well, then, what can it be? Jem says you may go if you like, and I can see nothing to prevent you.

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No, Kitty; you cannot see. Your eyes are lost in your heart, and you cannot see a footman of most objectionable blackness—a human blot-an ignominious stain that the prejudices of your sister, kind, cordial soul as she is, shrink from as from something dangerous to respectability. You, Kitty, cannot see this. You merely look upon Cesar Gum-the only creature of all the ten

thousand thousand men, who in your pilgrimage through life, has ever proffered to you the helping of his arm, who has ever stammered, trembled, smiled at your look, and run like a hound at your voice-you merely see in him a goodness, a sympathy that you have yearned for; and for the tint of the virtue you see it not to you it may be either black, red, or white. Certainly, so much has the fire of your heart absorbed the colour of your slave, that to you black Cesar Gum is fair as Ganymede. S.reet magician Love! Mighty benevolence, Cupid, that takes away stains and blots-that gives the line of beauty to zig-zag, upturned noses- -that smiles, a god of enchantment, in all eyes however green, blinking, or fish-like-that gives a pouting prettiness even to a hare-lip, bending it like Love's own bow! Great juggler, Cupid, that from his wings shakes precious dust in mortal eyes ; and lo! they see nor blight, nor deformity, nor stain; or see them turned to ornament; even, as it is said, the pearl of an oyster is only so much oyster disease. Plutus has been called a grand decorator. He can but gild ugliness; passing off the thing for its brightness. But Love-Love can give to it the shape, and paint it with tints of his own mother. Plutus may, after all, be only a maker of human pocket-pieces. He washes deformity with bright metal, and so puts it off upon the near-sighted; now Love is an alchemist, and will, at least to the eyes and ears of some one, turn the coarsest lump of clay to one piece of human gold. And it was Love that, passing his rose-tipped, baby fingers along the lids of Kitty Muggs, made her see white in black: it was Love that, to her vision, turned ebony to ivory.

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Shall be most happy, assure you marm," said Cesar, clasping his hands, and raising them entreatingly. "Take great care of you, nebber fear."

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Well, I will go," said Mrs. Aniseed, her repugnance conquered by Cesar's good temper; and in a few minutes-for Mrs. Aniseed possessed, perhaps, that highest and most valuable of all the female virtues, a virtue that Eve herself was certainly not born with, she was a quick dresser-in a few minutes the three were on their road to Covent Garden Theatre. A few minutes more, and they entered the gallery. All things portended a happy evening, for they were early enough for the front row; Mr. Cesar Gum taking his joyful seat between the ladies.

"Mind the bottle, dear," said Kitty in a low voice to Cesar, who nodded; his eyes sparkling up at the tender syllable. "Such a sweet drop of Madeary from our house, Susan; ha! ha! never mind, Jem.

The gallery filled with holiday-makers and gallery wits. Miss Canary was soon hailed as an old acquaintance; every possible dignity being thrown, like roses, upon her. One apprentice begged to inquire of her "When the Emperor of Chaney was coming over to marry her?" Another asked her, “What she 'd take for her diamond ear-rings?" But beautiful was it to behold the nun-like serenity of Miss Canary. She moved among her scoffers, silent and stately, as the ghost of a departed countess. "I mind 'em no more, she observed, as in the course of her vocation she approached Mrs. Aniseed, "no more than the heads of so many door-knockers." Cesar mutely acquiesced in this wisdom; and in an evil hour for him, turning a wrathful face upon the revilers, he diverted all their sport from Miss Canary to himself. 'Bill," cried one, "isn't it going to thunder? It looks so very black.” "I wish I was a nigger," roared another, "then I'd be a black rose atween a couple of lilies, too." And then other pretty terms, such as, "snowball," "powder-puff," were hurled at Cesar, who sat and grinned in helpless anger at the green curtain. And then poor Mrs. Aniseed! she shifted on her seat, and felt as if that terrible burning-glass which brings into a focus the rays of "the eyes of all the world was upon her, and she was being gradually scorched to tinder. At length the tragedy, "George Barnwell,' began. Kitty was now melted by George, and now put in feverheat by Millwood, of whom, leaning back to speak to Mrs. Aniseed, she confidentially observed, "I'd have such creturs tore by wild osses. To this Mrs. Aniseed, reciprocating the humanity, curtly replied, "And so would I."

The second act passed, when Kitty exclaimed, in a spasm of delight, "There he is; there's little master. Look at him, Susan a sweet cretur," and Kitty pointed out a beautiful child, who, with its mother and father, had just entered the boxes. The child was superbly dressed, and when he entered wore a white beaver hat, with a large plume of pink and white feathers. "There he is," again cried Kitty; 66 we must drink his health.” Whereupon Cesar produced the bottle, and the health of young St. James-he all the while unconscious of the honour-was drunk in Madeira from his paternal dwelling.

The play proceeded, and Kitty wept and sucked oranges-and wept, and snifted salts, and fifty times declared it was too deep; she'd never come again—and then sucked another orange-and then, when the play was over, said she was glad it was done, though she had never enjoyed herself half so much. And then she said, "After all, I think a good cry sometimes does us good; it makes us remember we are human creturs. But oh, that Millwood, Susan. When women are bad-to be sure it's so wery seldom!-I'm afraid they beat the men. Every tear, however, shed by Kitty at the play, was recompensed by a roaring laugh at the farce. And, at length, brimful of happiness—all being over-the party rose to go home. "Let's see 'em get into the carriage-they needn't see us," said Kitty; and hurriedly they quitted the gallery, and ran round to the box-door.

Bright Jem was in the very heat of action; his mouth musical with noblest names. Dukes, Marquesses, and Earls fell from his lips, as he called carriage after carriage.

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Marquess of St. James's carriage," at length he cried with peculiar emphasis; and a superb equipage rolled to the door. The Marquess and Marchioness entered the vehicle, and a footman, lifting in the child, in his awkwardness knocked off the boy's superb hat it rolled along the stones, and-was gone.

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There was a sudden astonishment, and then a sudden cry "Stop thief!" Constables, and Cesar, who with Mrs. Aniseed and Kitty, had been looking on, gave chase; and in a few mo ments returned with the hat and the culprit, who, as it appeared, darting from under the horses' legs to the pavement, had caught up the property.

"Here's the hat, my lord !" cried a constable," and here's the little thief."

"Lord have mercy on us!" cried Mrs. Aniseed, "if it isn't that wretched child."

"I know'd it. I always said it," cried Jem, almost brokenhearted. "I know'd he'd come to it-I know'd it."

It was even so. Young St. Giles was the robber of young St. James.

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SLAVERY.

THE ONLY REMEDY FOR THE MISERIES OF THE ENGLISH POOR.

BY A PHILANTHROPIST.

WHOEVER is unprepared to cast aside not only his prejudices, but many of what may be considered well-formed opinions, had better not attempt to peruse the following few pages. I must demand of my reader that he come to the perusal the beau ideal of a juryman. No information that he has gained elsewhere, no feelings that he has cherished as virtues, no sentiments that he has cultivated as noble, and no opinions that he may have formed as infallible, must interfere with his purely and simply receiving the following arguments on their own cogency and truth alone.

The writer considers he has made a great discovery in moral and political science; and elevated by his subject above all personal influences, he commits it to be worked out by others, without the ostentation of recording his name, or deeming that the applause of present or of future generations can add to his sublime delight, in discovering and applying a "panacea the varied and bitter ills that beset three-fourths of the poor inhabitants of "The United Kingdom."

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As some account of the means by which a great discovery has been arrived at is necessary, in order to prepare the mind for its reception with due respect, I shall give a brief outline of the process by which this all-important truth was elicited.

Born with natural sensibilities, I early learnt to shrink from pain endured by others, as if felt actually and bodily by myself. Thus constituted, what a scene was displayed to me when I came into the great and moving society of mankind! What mighty heaps of misery did I discern. What details did the records of the various courts of justice disclose! What regions of squalor, misery, and degradation did my travels reveal to me in every city, and even hamlet, I visited! The bent of my future avocations was soon fixed, and I became a philanthropist by profession. Not to make a trade of it at monster meetings, or fancy fairs, but as a pursuit to which I felt myself called by a spiritual voice, as distinct, I should say, as that which ever called a