"DEAD BEAT."-ENGRAVED BY E. HACKER, FROM A PAINTING LEATHERLUNGS THE "" LEG."-BY THE EDITOR . 295 RAMBLES IN DEVONSHIRE. THE RIVER TEIGN THOUGHTS ON HUNTING.-BY OBSERVER A A 18 Trinity Sunday. 19 M Hereford F. Shefford F. 20 T Gorhambury Races. 21 W Shrewsbury Races. Sun rises and sets. Moon HIGH WATER rises & London Bridge. sets. morn. aftern h. m. d. h. m. h. m. h. m. r 4 3425 2 16 9 4410 19 s 7 2226 2 38 10 5611 30 r 4 3027 3 011 58 s 7 25 28 3 24 0 27 0 48 r 4 2629 3 50 1 91 30 sets 1 51 2 11 8a51 2 29 2 48 9 44 r 4 19 310 31 22 T Trinity T. begins. Edinburgh R.s 7 5216 9a 8 2 0 2 24 23 F Dunstable Fair. No real night. r 3 59 17 10 5 2 48 3 12 24 S Queen Victoria born 1819. s 7 55 18 10 50 3 35 3 57 25 First Sunday after Trinity. r 3 571911 27 4 23 4 47 27 T Epsom Races. 28 W The Derby Day. s 7 58 2011 56 5 15 5 42 r 3 5521 morn. 6 9 6 36 s 8 022 0 22 7 4 7 35 29 T King Charles II. restored 1660. r 3 5323 0 45 8 6 8 39 LEATHER LUNGS THE "LEG." BY THE EDITOR. CHAPTER VII.-A RHAPSODY. "Pandarus Dogdraught, visibly to all persons, is the offal of creation: but he carries money in his purse, and it is believed will not steal spoons. The human species does not with one voice, like the Hebrew psalmist, shun to sit' with Dogdraught: they forget the indefeasible right Satan has in him-they are not afraid to be near Dogdraught."-THOMAS CARLYLE. "Keep not standing fix'd and rooted; In what land the sun does visit, WILHELM MEISTER. The feast of Easter is the signal for the commencement of the universal flocking together of all mankind, called the London season. Mycale was the Pan-Ionian rendezvous of all the tribes of Ion, for ancient Greece: the metropolis of old England is, every returning spring, the universal tryst of the sons and daughters of pleasure. This "feast of the season" is the high festival of Mammonism—a solemnity whereat cant, speciocity, humbug, doubt, sorrow, remorse, despair, knowledge, foolishness, health, disease, honour, shame, youth, age, life, and death gather together, to bow down before the golden calf that fortune or fashion hath set up. And what is the end and aim of this Midas idolatry, the purpose and hope of this image worship? Happiness. 66 Happy, my brother-what difference is it whether thou art happy or not? To-day becomes yesterday so fast, all to-morrows become yesterdays, and then there is no question whatever of the happiness, but quite another question. Nay, thou hast such a sacred pity left, at least for thyself, thy very pains, once gone over into yesterday, become joys to thee. Besides, thou knowest not what heavenly blessedness and indispensable sanative virtue were in them: thou shalt only know it after many days, when thou art wiser. A benevolent old surgeon sat once in our company, with a patient fallen sick by gourmandising, whom he had just, too briefly in the patient's judgment, been examining. The foolish patient still at intervals continued to break in on our discourse, which rather promised to take a philosophic turn. But I have lost my appetite,' said he objurgatively, with a tone of irritated pathos; I have no appetite, I can't eat.' 'My dear fellow,' answered the doctor, in the mildest tone; it isn't of the slightest consequence.' Behold, the |