in their richest intensity even to the tips of their ears; old freemen, the servants, moving steadily and quietly about, but keeping up a constant supply; a roaring, crackling fire gilding every object with its rich light; the popping of corks and firing of Champagne,-brought vividly to mind the scenes from which the immortal Hogarth derived his exuberance of character, infinitely-varied expression, and felicitous inventions. Here was his Election Entertainment, his Modern Midnight Conversazione, and the same human nature which he delighted to depict in his graphic comedies. Only give the men huge wigs, bobs or scratches, cravats and ruffles, long waistcoats, wide-skirted coats, breeches, stockings, and buckles, and there are Hogarth's own originals! Turtle, venison, and the juice of the grape, have subdued the worthy barber opposite; another dashes into a lobster salad composed after a picture of Turner's; his neighbour there is scrutinizing by means of his eye-glass the exact state of each cork, which he ranges on his right hand, as he concludes his profound researches and decides between "Moet" and "Sillery." That lean gentleman (whose appearance is a positive dishonour to the company and a living insult to the cook) has not had his share of Champagne-the last bottle finished at his neighbour on one side, and, to his intense disgust, the waiter brought the fresh bottle to his neighbour on the other side, thus missing him! He, poor fellow, is a sinking fund for eatables and drinkables, and cannot afford to be choused, nor will he; he points to the hiatus of wine in his own proper person, and reckons on his fingers how many times the sparkling beverage has passed round. Woe be to the waiter who attempts to trick him! not only will his Christmas box be attached, but a most inveterate foe established in the court!

Dinner over, and the dessert arranged-including pines from " my lord duke's " as fine as the renowned aldermanic pines on hire from the fruiterer's opposite the Mansion House, (see Punch)-a loud rap on the table was the signal from the chairman for the guests to rise. Three of the most ancient servitors, with grey locks, reverently approached the chair, the foremost bearing on a silver dish a silver cup "parcel gilt," decorated with bells and divers devices, the gift of Henry VIII. Having solemnly delivered this to the chairman, he passed behind, and made room for the second, who bore, on a similar silver dish, a goblet adorned with pendant "acorns, the gift of Charles II., who ought to have been himself an

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He filed off, and the last came, bearing a bowl filled with punch, the gift of Queen Anne. The plate thus deposited before the chairman, this part of the business concluded; but a second rap from the presidential hammer indicated something more. The chairman then raised on high Henry VIII.'s antique cup (which was filled with mulled wine), and exclaiming, "The Worshipful Company of Barber-Surgeons, may they flourish root and branch!" took "a long pull and a strong pull" at the mulled wine. The invigorating draught, as he slowly raised his face, revealed the comparative degree of colour-red was redder, bright was brighter; his sparkling eye told of exquisite enjoyment; tinkling the bells hanging around the cup, the charm was complete; a simultaneous three times three burst forth in gigantic chorus, succeeded by the musketry of knuckles and mahogany, and the worthy barbers were again based upon the leather covering of the chairs. Thus passed the evening loyal toasts in their proper places; the state cups passing freely round, and replenished again and again and again times unknown, each drinker rising, repeating the flourishing" wish, and shaking the bells, before passing the cup to his neighbour; songs-loyal, sentimental, Anacreonetic, and comic-glees, duets, and catches, contributed to the conviviality of the evening; hands were grasped; vows of eternal friendship made, and pledged in "ruddy wine." Mr. Wigsby entertained the highest respect for the brilliant qualities of his friend, Mr. Hile; he proposed his health with honours. Mr. Hile did ditto for Mr. Wigsby, and touched him up "amazing;" so they went on increasing in fervour and friendship, until the nobodies were toasted, with nine times nine! and as I had discharged my duty long ago, by responding to the toast of "Success to the Fine Arts! I quietly stole away, as I felt my friend was on the eve of delivering himself of a florid harangue upon the merits of a "certain person" who shall be nameless. The good cheer I had met with produced a happy mood, and as I rumbled along in the "bus " towards my domicile in Newman Street, I determined to preserve the recollections of the evening as freshly as possible for future use— why it was almost a "Night with Hogarth!" On awaking next morning as fresh as a lark, I found the worthy barbers had a good judgment in wine, and that no headache succeeded the delightful Hogarthian entertainment of the Worshipful Company of Barber-Surgeons.

ON THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.

By W. L. H.

Concluded from our last.

He finished.-Astonishment stood in each face,
At this very different view of the case,

As from one to the other each councilman gazes,
They drink and they smoke like gas-chimneys and blazes,
Till Uncas remarks that the whiskey is sunk,

And Prince Quasshi remarks that the council is drunk ;
When, up from his seat, rose a warrior tall,
Fresh, as if he had not tasted nothing at all.

The warrior that rose,- -as I hinted-was tall,
And, though aged, looked perfectly able to maul
A dozen or so of the Chockataws at least,
And his shoulders bore bravely the spoils of a beast:
And his beard, that was white as the twice-driven snow,
Fell in waves to his chest, or a little below;

And his eye, though now dim, was restless and keen,
And proved what in youth its quick fire had been;
And his arm, which for strength had for years been
renowned,

Might have felled, even now, all the youngest around.
But that eye now with sorrowful feeling o'erflowed,
And slowly the tear down his withered cheek rode,
As he looked round about him and saw the brave clan
That ne'er fled from the foe-nearly drunk to a man.
Then he slowly, with feelings that inwardly pained,
Spoke thus, when the crier had silence obtained:

"My children,"-'twas thus the old warrior spoke—
"Though the acorn, in time will increase to the oak,
Yet the oak, though for years it may greenly remain,
Can never return to an acorn again-

But will die when its last of vitality's gone,
Or but leave a few branches to linger alone;
But year after year must revolve o'er its head,
E'er the last leaf that decks it for ever is fled,
If the ground that it rests on shall nourish its root,

Its branches will shelter the fowl and the brute.
'Tis thus with our tribe.- We began as the seed
That, fallen, has rooted itself in the mead,

Till it grew, and its branches stretched forth its repose
To its friends, and its arms as a terror to foes.
E'en now is that tree but arrived at its prime,
While its state makes us feel it is on the decline;
Some malady, then, has affiicted the root,

That has injured its growth, and has canker'd its fruit.
Shall I tell you the cause that is thinning our dells?
It is not the scalp-locks, or uncovered wells:

"Tis the whiskey the white man has brought in his hand That is thinning our people and losing our land.

Are the pleasant fields gone where your fathers of yore
Hunted down, at the noontide, the deer and wild boar?
They have vanished, and all you have gained in return,
Is a vice that our people too readily learn;
That has stood up against us in dreadful array,
And through which all our nation is melting away.
Then banish the evil, and once more be free!

And again shall we flourish, renewed like the tree,
Whose branches were lopped but to strengthen the stem,
And shall soon be returned in profusion again;

But once let the evil extend to its root,

And the stem that is withered time cannot recruit."

He sat down again, but no shout of applause

Hailed the speech, but, instead, from a number of jaws, Mysterious harmony there might be heard,

And nasal the sound like the trumpeter bird.

For Uncas was drunk

As a Carmelite Monk,

And the prince in the arms of old Porpus was sunk,
While the rest of the crowd

Were snoring so loud,

That a bull of their roaring might justly be proud.
So they slept and their nation has faded from earth,
And the sun shines alone on the land of their birth!

HOSPITAL REMINISCENCES.

BY A LATE STUDENT.

No. II.

HOW NED NIPPER PAID HIS BILLS.

Or all the dingy places in the Borough, perhaps Maze Pond is the dingiest. I don't think I ever saw a fine day in Maze Pond it was one of those miserably melancholy-looking places that appear to be in a state of perpetual fog or smoke, so that if it were not so narrow as it really is you could scarcely see across it. There are some places in the mighty metropolis where the sun never seems to shine-even on the brightest days that beautify the face of nature; not because they are so shut up as to be impervious to the radiant beams of sunlight, but seemingly because there is something so uninviting about such mirky places that the sun never shines there when he can come out anywhere else. Go into Maze Pond at any hour of the day you pleased, and there it was-toujours le mémeeither foggy or smoky, sometimes both. I have often endeavoured to account for this. Sometimes, when in a classical mood, I would fancy Phaeton in his fiery four-wheel didn't like such narrow places-perhaps he couldn't get the tits to turn the corners nicely; but more serious reflection induced me to believe that the real reason was because Ned Nipper lived there,--for, without doubt, Ned took the shine out of everything.

The reader has already, perhaps, some slight acquaintance with Jack Ginger-he was a brick to the bone; but Ned Nipper was a more experienced practitioner, as he had been hanging about the hospital for several years, being one of those young men, so often to be met with among medical students, who are always "going up," and never go. He had put his name down twenty times, and rubbed it off again; whilst upon one or two occasions he had regularly set out for his examination, supported by a trusty friend on either side to keep his "pecker up" but, as they generally called upon two or three other friends on their road, by the time they got up to the college doors they were all so drunk that they felt much more inclined to lie down upon the steps and go to to sleep, than to face the