studies, to unkennel him in double-quick time. It is, we own, a task which we should not be unwilling to be engaged in, for really the existence of claims such as his to be set at the head of our music, and to be considered as a sort of sample of the English school, renders us quite contemptible in the eyes of foreigners. We felt not a little nettled a year ago at Leipsic, when we were speaking of the large sums paid annually in England for the cultivation of music, at having him immediately flung in our face, with the caustic observation from an old German bass-viol player, (whose name it is needless to mention) who, furiously ejecting a volume of smoke from his whiskered lips, exclaimed, "Potztausend! it only shows that you proud islanders have more money than wit, to pay so dearly for the cast-off-clothes of us continent-men, patched and botched by Herr Bischoff."

We hope that this stigma will soon pass away, and that the real musical genius of the country will be called into action. It is such folks as Bishop that keep it down. Men of merit, who know his utter incompetency, are shocked at sceing him, and others like him, patronized and puffed, and retire disgusted from the arena. We e may attribute to this, chiefly, the undue patronage of the blackguards from Italy, which is conferred on them by the frequenters of the opera. We have not good public music at home, and people of musical_taste, or what is the same thing, people who pretend to musical taste, are obliged to look abroad. The cunning foreigners, knowing this, act accordingly, and demand their own prices, which they usually get. There is no subject, perhaps, for which we are more quizzed on the continent, than our excessive gullibility on this head. Our neighbours do not know that they are to thank the exertions of those who, by one trick or another, have got to the head of the musical world here, and now hold their throne by the great potency of brass, though long since discovered and scouted.

Having only to do with Bishop as a composer, in which point of view he is a most eminent humbug of the age, we are of course silent on many other topics which we might have introduced, had we so pleased. We have often laughed, for instance, at his mock importance, and the airs of a grand seigneur, which he gives himself in company. There is something irresistibly comic to us, who

know the man's whole history, in his airs; we do not mean his musical airs. It is as good as a farce to see him lugging about his black servant, every where he goes, after him, even if he shall be only going to take a cut of mutton tête-a-tête with an acquaintance. And the style in which he calls for " my servant," at table is so good. These things, however, are nothing to us. Let him enjoy his folly in private as much as he likes, but we cannot so easily swallow his palming off old music on us as new. We should almost as soon swallow, as true, the boasts which he makes of his success with the fair-boasts which, in spite of the trouble he takes to make them credited, we hold, from the very tailorly look of the man, to be as untrue in all cases, as we know them to be in one. As he is a musician, it would be a pity to part with him without a song, which we are sure he will set with his usual genius and originality. He will only have to copy poor Harry Carey's "Sally in our Alley." So

1.

Of all musicians in the town,

There's none like Harry Bishop, Not one, I bet you half-a-crown, A song so well can dish up. None better can a bar from one

And bar from t'other fish up, Than that fine Hussar-mantled don, Composer Harry Bishop!

2.

Some people cry up gay Mozart,

And others cry up Handel, Some take antique Corelli's part,

Some Haydn's bantlings dandle. I don't these foreign thrummers quote, But give them with a pish! up; Is not their music note for note As good in Harry Bishop!

3.

He, who good food at home can find,
And yet can wish to wander,

I care not who may know my mind,
I hold him but a gander;
Let foreign masters then alone,

And let us throng to his shop
Who makes their several beauties known,
As works of Mr. Bishop.

4.

In Oxford, sophs and freshmen spru ce
Will mull their quarts of claret;
And then, with savory orange-juice,
In skilful style prepare it.
This is their Bishop-but I swear
That, serve it as they wish up,
"Twill not be such a mixture rare
As the hotch-potch of Bishop.

vating the aforesaid product of the earth in its vegetable existence. By judicious observation you will discover, that the overseer of this gentleman will be so unreasonable as to imagine that bis master ought to get some return for the expense he has been at in rearing, feeding, housing, and clothing him; and finding all arguments to fail, will, like the old man in that venerable manual from which you have derived your chief instruction, the celebrated treatise of reading made easy, try what virtue there is in blows, and remonstrate accordingly with his man. You must instantly take notice of this; you must paint his bleeding stripes; you must enter into all his lacerated feelings; you must bring in his wife and children weeping over his fate; you must depict the round drops chacing one another down his innocent face; you must dismiss him from the diabolical lash, with wounds upon his back, and curses, not loud but deep, against his unmanly and ferocious tormentors.. Carefully note his pathetic speech as he is sent to work. He will probably say, 66 me damn good tickle from Massa." Which you can thus expound. "Yes," said the proud-spirited, and much-injured African, "he whom your barbarous institutions have designated my master, as if human liberty could be sold, has inflicted upon me a punishment fit only for the damned." It will have a good effect in a report.

5. As a proof of the degradation of the negro, mention that the peasantry of an estate are always called " gangs." Mr. Adam Hodgson has been very pathetic on this subject, in his late tour through the United States. If you had read Gil Blas, you would perceive that he has taken the hint from the indignation expressed by the popular players of Madrid, at having their associations called" troops."

6. In speaking of the tyranny of the planters, always remark that such practices are unknown in any civilized society. There are two or three cases of cruelty, exaggerated to be sure, but that is the regular way, actually on record, which make the most of; keep them as your rear-guard, to be called on whenever any doubt may be cast on your own stories. If your antagonists retort, that every Old Bailey sessions, every circuit through the kingdom brings forward cases far worse than the worst of these; if they adduce, for instance, Mrs.

Brownrigge, as a parallel casc to Mr. Hodges, say that these are but individual instances; and that they have nothing to say to the general question. Should they in turn object, that your individual cases also have nothing to do with the general question, you must say that they are unfair reasoners, because these things ought never to be looked at in the abstract.

7. Be particularly pathetic on the lash. You know that its use is now abolished-but that is no consequence. You can say that such an instrument never was used in any Christian country. Keep your thumb upon the fact that the soldier who fought at Waterloo is flagellated by a drummer, and that the general who commanded, or the states. man who directed, the campaign had, in all probability, suffered similar inflietion in the seat of honour from the birch-wielding lords of Eton or Harrow.

8. In your sermons preach particularly on the natural equality of men, Choose as texts such passages as these in which the Israelites groan under the oppression of hard taskmasters, and especially applaud the conduct of Moses in smiting the Egyptian. Do not forget also to enlarge on his spoiling the Gentiles. Praise the spirit of Ehud in sticking his knife, haft and all, into the body of Eglon; and if there happen to be a fat man among the planters-a thing not very likely just now, give a knowing wink towards him, which will be understood.

9. You will recollect the old story of the fellow of a college who was a little oppressed with debts, and happened to see a bailiff under the hands of the youths of the university, suffering the usual punishment of pumping. Ah, said the disinterested master of arts→ do not, I beseech you, nail his ears to the pump. I need not tell you how the hint operated. So, though you can put good thoughts into the heads of the negroes, you must always most strenuously advise them to keep quiet. You can say, brethren, you are oppressed-basely, brutally treated-your oppressors are in your power-they have no chance against yon-but do not burn their plantations-al, dear brethren, do not, I beg, nor cut their throats. Such was the conduct of the lamented Mr. Smith.

10. You must have two characters of the blacks at your fingers' cnds-one for home-one for the spot. For English consumption, the blacks must be the

—is a brown jug, curionsly wrought about with tracery, more eloquently descriptive than are even the architectural adornments of antiquity Instead of the carved Corinthian capital, or the Doric basement, we have, marking its orders, and substantially embossed, the stately stag-hunt, or the daring fox-chase -the vicissitudes of the high-mettled racer, or the fortunes of the fowler; or, best of all, looking like a jolly sign-board to good cheer, an inspiriting alarum to love, there sits the glorious personification of Jack Falstaff, the "honey-seed rogue of the tavern," or some as glorious portly fat friar, like him of" Orders Grey," or merry Father Paul, who decined "the bottle the sun of his table,” and toasted the "blue-eyed nun of St. Catherine's." It may be that her "housetop" shall be occasionally tipped with a silvery cornice, like a girdle of diamond round a dark beauty; but for mine own part, I who seek not the pomps and vanities of show, prefer her in the simplest gear, and always deem her, as was Lavinia in the Seasons,

"When unadorn'd adorn'd the most." As for herself, she is a combination, and a form indeed; and the perfume of nations is in her breath. Earth and waters, those mighty elements, do amalgamate for her creation, and the sweetened toast, and the luscious" home-brewed," that might be said to form her dainty body, are of them. Then cometh the east with its wise-offerings, its twice-voyaged madeira, its fruits, its spices, whilst the bounteous south droppeth its spirits into her lap, and these form her warm heart, and her cheerful countenance, whilst the bubbles of their might dress her up in a sparkling coronet. Her hiss is impregnated with all the spices of Arabia, and her warm embraces wrap the devoted ones in an intoxication of delight. She cometh in all her glory, and is most divine, when hospitality spreads his feast-board, and friendship mustereth his guests. standeth like a creature of kindness by the side of the more airy, but less potent daughters of Champagne or Xeres; and though foplings-they who deem their own clime and its products too vulgar to be acquainted with-may affect to slight or despise her country habits, yet the good and the wise consider her of exceeding price, and the sweetest solace for the fatigues of labour, or the cares of life.

She

I never was jealous of her potency

but twice-can all bridegrooms assert as much of themselves and their dulcineas? and then I did feel the twitchings of the green-eyed monster, and trembled at her supremacy.

It was, as now, the sportsman's jubilee, and the first week in September, and there was a merry muster at the squire's mansion, and there had been terrible havoc amony the partridges o' mornings, and we sat down at eve to the board of plenty, a happy party of us. There were two Londoners, champagne and hock men, and who had never been introduced to my Betty, but the wench entrapped them at the first ogle, they fell in love at first sight, and they swore -Londoners swear sometimes-that Jupiter must have had a fine day's sport in Olympus, and in the best possible humour imaginable, had sent down his nectar to his chosen followers, for they swilled potations pottle deep, and. "Sweet Kitty Clover she bother'd them so." But let that pass-I am no informer, but I was angry with Betty for the disguise she put upon such worthy gentlemen.

The brown lady's other step of infidelity is a still more modern one. She actually set her cap the other day at the leader of a recent music-meeting, and two or three of the very first professors engaged, and I trembled for their integrity for the fame of a C-r, the correctness of a So, or the brilliancy of even the divine S- -n, for she too received my dear one with complacency, and from my bands. I bethought me of the wrongs that Mozart, and Rosini and Webb would suffer. I saw that crotchets and quavers were in jeopardy, and I rated Betty in my mind for a Calypso. This time, however, I had interest enough to arrest the potent spell, and after making myself pretty considerably comfortable in her embraces, I had the satisfaction afterwards, of finding that she had only given an additional grace to the fiddle-strings, a clearer note to the talented individuals with whom I had enjoyed the pleasure of “hob-a-nobbing" at my relation's table.