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Date of Article: 01/01/1850
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NO 55 j Po^ fby2SS] ' PUBLISHED WEEKLY. ~ Price Id.— per post 2d. ( " le Office, for Eighteen Stamps- i por remote part » , Single Copies may be sent direct from the Office, for 2 Postage Stamps, or 26 Stamps per Quarter. NAVAL SERVICE. " Make haste, love, for that old brute is knocking at the door." ( See Page 2). ONLY A BIT OF PLAY. Sam Temple lived in a Btreet tliat branched cfl' from Fitzroy Square— one of those streets which seem to have imbibed a pre- judice in favor of lodging- letting in early youth, and can't grow out of the weakness with advancing years. Sam would have been puzzled to say what he was, but it was understood that he meant to be a barrister, and as in that cheer- ful profession, if you have extraordinary interest, great good luck, and very considerable talents, you may acheive the position of a rising young man at fifty- three, or thereabouts, Sam at live and twenty, thought there was plenty of time before him. Now Sam received from a good natured old fellow in the coun- try, that oalled himself Sam's uncle— though Sam believed his uncle, to be his father, having never heard of the latter gentleman — a very decent allowance lor a young chap about town, and a student who never studied. There is, however, unfortunately no denying the fact, our hero was an extravagaut dog, aud at the time we introduce him to our readers, bad made such continuous draws on the purse- strings of his unclc— we call the latter by the title he chose himself, and surely he knew best, that which he deserved— that the old c: en- tleman was thoroughly tired of remitting cash, writing little cheques on Smith, Payne, and Smith, & c. Though as we have before said, the old boy was good- natured, he stood, as he called it, no nonsense, and Sam having exhausted his usual stock of lies, had been obliged in order to extract the last 501, to invent something stronger than usual— in fact, a youug wife and an anticipatory confinement. Sam, whose powers of fiction were inexhaustible, had written to old Temple, a most imploring I letter confessing his guilt, in having been secretly married for nine ! months to the sole surviving daughter of a late distinguished offi- ! cer who had fallen abroad in the service of his country. Now i he beseeched forgiveness— almost penniless— without the means | of living from day to day— of providing in any shape for the coming time, he threw himself once more upon the old man's mercy, and prayed for SOI. if not for his own sake, for that of his fragile wife, and unborn babe! Old Temple replied that he would be in Town directly— see the lady, and— give his answer! Sam was in a fit! What on earth was to be done ? If found out in a lie— and his uncle would forgive anything but that— he would be ruined for ever. What was to be done for a wife ; where could he get such a thing ? just for an hour or two, he would promise on his faith to return her without flaw or blemish— ho should not want her long. He took his landlady into his confidence. She was glad the old gentleman was coming up, because now there would be a prospect of settlement— and she was sure Mr. Temple's account: had been standing a good while ; not that she was afraid of it oh! no, and as far as being his wife for an hour or two, or all day aud night too, if required, she sbould'nt have no objection leastways | but then her good man was always in the way, and in appearance T H E TOWN. perhaps, she was'nt quite young enough,— but it was only in ap- pearance, if she was'nt, and she was'nt quite so sure of that. There was Nelly— he knew her daughter Nelly— would'nt. she do? Of course Sam knew her for she was a very pretty girl, and was sent for up stairs immediately. She came, and the arrange- ment was agreed to. Nelly Green in her best frook sat knitting at 12 o'clock noon, on Sam's best sofa. There was a double rat- tat- tat— and Mrs. G. the landlady whispered Sam. ' No nonsense with Nelly.— honor, and you are a made man.' The landlady's hand was squeezed: the door was opened, and the nephew was in the affectionate grasp of his uncle. ' Where is she— where is she my boy ? let me see her directly— let me give her a hug.' ' Perhaps, you'd better talk of honor to the governor,' whis- pered Sam to mother Green. ' All right,' murmured the landlady,' go in, and win.' Sam did as directed, and very well Nelly got on— a little bash- ful at first, but more at home by and bye. The old gentleman kissed her, and laughed, and Nell coloured, aud the old gentleman apologised, and said he would not annoy her, he was an old man— never to mind him— he understood her situation. ' Situation, sir, I never was in one,' replied Nelly. ' Of course not before— I know,' replied the uncle, and then aside to Sam,' she don't show much - ny lad, does she though?' ' Hush, be quiet, sir, for Heaven's sake.' ' Oh ! quiet— quiet as a mouse. By the bye, my dear, your husband here tells me that your father was a distinguished officer.' ' I beg yonr pardon, sir.' ' Your father a distinguished officer.' ' Oh ! yes fir, very distinguished.' ' Much in action ?' ' Well, sir, I think I've heard of a good many actions.' ' And in the service of ' ' Ou ! in the service of the sheriff.' This was the first blunder that Nelly made, but it was soon got over, thauks to Sam's imaginative powers. Old Temple said he liked to see young people affectionate together, aud so when Sam offered to kiss Nelly , Nelly sla;> ped his face, whereupon the uncle was obliged to interfere, and the differences were healed only by the lady kissing both gentlemen. A drive was proposed, and if not too much for young Mrs. Temple, a trip to Kiohmond. That trip to Richmond did the bu- siness in more ways than one, what happened we hav'nt an idea, not joining the party, but the young people were a good deal to- gether, often alone and kept up their assumed characters as well as they conld, so much so that when the old gentleman started back the same evening, he gave Sam a cheque for a couple of hun- dred instead of fifty pounds. The following morning Sam Temple rang for his breakfast, and his landlady appeared. He popped a ten- pound note into her hand, aud enquired after Nelly. The landlady explained that it had better be done as quietly as possible and out of hand. What did the woman mean ? The woman knew very well what she meant, when was Nelly Green to be Mrs. Sam Temple, that was all. ' But my dear madam,' gasped Sam,' I only wanted ' ' I know you only wanted.' ' I say I only wished ' ' I know you only wished, but when two young folks wish to- gether in this world, it is a chance if their wishes are not fulfilled by opportunity, and a trip to Richmond.' Sam had not a word to say for himself, as indeed how could he? We can only say there is not a nicer woman in the world than the lady of our acquaintance who signs herself ' Ellen Tom- pie,' and though the uncle does not suspect as much, we may add in great confidence, that she is now for the first time— twelve months married— in daily anticipation of an ' interesting event.' THE CHARMED LIFE OR, THE REVELATIONS OF A POLICEMAN. BY AMBROSE HUDSON. NAVAL SERVICE. ( See Engraving). ' IN every port a home; in every home a wife,' used to be the sailor's proverb, and though tbe morality of our tars has undoub- tedly improved since the war, poor human nature is still the same. Forour part we do not think the rigid rules which bind society ashore, should in all cases be applied to the sons of the sea. Who would not find an excuse for the Mid. or young lieutenant of our illustration, with that tempting, plump, and springy little creature clinging to his breast., even if the rascal should have left another little duck as fond, and yielding in a foreigu clime ? Great are the perils and discomforts, there should be] some pleasures, though stolen ones, attached to the Naval Service. ' Barber, I think this towel has been in use long enough !'—' It lias been used more than six weeks, and no one has ever found fault with it before.' BUTTING IT IN THE TIMES. Mrs. Wagner having presented her husband with a daughter, he put it iu the Times,' which was all very well: but we are not satisfied that he was called upon to add, ' her eleventli child,' unless he intended it as a warning to bachelors. An anxious searcher after curiosities for a new museum, affirms that he will pay the highest price for the scabbard of a blade of grass; and also, for a few stitches from sown barley. THE FOWI. AND FETTERS. A commercial traveller, an Irishman, was seated by the com- fortable kitchen- fire of a large inn in Monmouth, some years ago, watching the roasting of a fowl for his dinner, and talking soft nonsense to tho landlady and tile maids as they popped in and out, when a thin cadaverous looking man stalked into the place, and made direct for the fire. Folding his arms he regarded the fowl with a pensive glance, sighed heavily and walked away. A tew minutes elapsed when he returned, and going through the same action, muttered in a deep tone,' Will it never be done 1' The Irishman, alarmed for his dinner replied, ' Sir, I'd have you to know that fowl's mine, and its polishing his bones I intend to be shortly.' ' All! sir,' answered the other. ' you are sadly mistaken; it is not the fowl I want, but the Jack- chain. We play Oronoko to- night in the landlord':- barn next door ; I ain tl e Black Captive, and am waiting for my fetters There is thirteen and sixpence in the house, and when your dinner is cooked, we can go in and win !' A NICE SAL( L) AD. ' I do declare, Sal, you look protty enough to eat.' ' Weill Soloman. ain't I eating as fast as mouth full. I can?' replied Sal, with her THE SAME THING WITH A DIFFERENCE. ' Don't you understand me, Jim ?' thundered an old man. ' Why, you must be quite a fool.' ' True, I am very near one,' meekly replied Jim. CON FOR THE FAIR SEX. Why do the ladies patronize THE TOWN more thau any other publication ? Because they like the thing, and take it in. He in the blue cloak was Gilbert Clayton, the scrivener's clerk. It was Marian Holdfast who hud supplied him with the means of extravagance, and though she had often warned him, the youth had continued to keep late hours, and in order to screen him from the probable effects of her father's anger, should the old man be- come acquainted with the nightly hours of his return, she had been in the habit of sitting in her chamber, in all the generous simplicity of her nature, wearv time after time, waiting the signal of the youth, so to admit him to the house in all quietness and secrecy. This had been observed bv others, and as we have seen ungene- rously commented on, for Marian was as good as she was beautiful, and undeserving the slightest breath of slander, howsoever impolitic or injudicious might have been her conduct. There were few words spoken that night, and Lord Mnlvolio drew off the others while Gilbert slunk into the house. Marian was so thoroughly startled, that she had been, hitherto, unable to find words, aud she now continued to maintain the strictest silence. Putting her fin- ger to her lips, she gave the clerk her lamp, and alone and in the dark sought her own chamber. Another young lady— perhaps one of the parlour- misses of our day, to whom I have before alluded— would have first screamed, so as to alarm her father's honse and the neighbourhood, and then have fainted for the benefit of those who might have been called around. You are anxious, doubtless, to know the terms, upon which stood Marian, and her young lover, Gilbert Clayton. That they loved each other there was no doubt, but the love of Gilbert had not in it that oneness of purpose, and absolute devotion which was to be hoped for and expected. He was led aside from the primrose path into thorny ways where briars grew, and there was less elevation in his love than in that of Marian's;— she called in the light of reason, and by its pure flame found her way through the dark and intri- cate caverns of passion, and reached again the surface of the earth to inhale the fresh breeezes that blew from heaven, while he was yet groping in dark and subterraneous passages beneath the level. Gilbert had spoken his love by a thousand indirect ways, yet never had told the language of his heart iu positive words. There could, however, be no doubt that up to that fatal evening, the lovers, for so I must call them, understood each other. The next day, Sir . Taspar Snap and Master Thornhill waited again upon Matthew Holdfast. They told him now, though they did not say by what feelings they were actuated, that there could no longer a doubt as to the truth of the reports about his daughter, for t. hey had last night tested them. They had waited for some hours in ambush, and at last a gallant appeared, attired in a large blue cloak. They had executed summary justice upon the villain but that Malvolio stepped in and prevented them;— so they said. The lord Malvolio entered the usurer's room as they spoke. He said, ' I am well assured, Master Mat! hew, of what these gentle men have already said, knowing their previous thoughts and mo- tives, and judging now their visages, that I need only add, although I have hitherto counted them among ray friends, that if they dare assert aught against Marian Holdfast, they lie in their teeth. It is no proof of my words, to say I am willing to fight in her cause, but it is some evidence of proof when I bid you summon Marian, and now in their presence and in yours, offer her for the second time my hand.' Astonishment and rage sat on their faces. Marian was called and heard again the words of Malvolio. ' Call hither Gilbert Clayton,' was the answer of the maiden, The usurer's clerk appeared. ' Gilbert,' said Marian,' it is in your power as it is your duty, to wash the stain from my name— do so.' Gilbert proceeded with abashed mien to own his errors, and how Marian had tried to screen them ; to acknowledge his obligations to her, and to plead his own apology.; ' It comes too late,' exclaimed the maid. 1 You have redeemed my honor, though that honor would have redeemed itself without your aid, in time. You feared before, to say as much for her who loved you— loved yon before all the world— Hear it, my father, hear it, Malvolio. Gilbert, we are strangers in aught save mere acquaintanceship. I wipe your image from the mirror of my heart, although I wash it out with tears: I wish you every good this world can give— the scalding drops are starting to my eyes while speaking words so cold, to him I hoped to call my husband. Think on these most noble lord,' continued she, addressing Mal- volio, ' and weigh them well. T ' honor tbee for thy purity of heart, thy firmness of Spirit, thy - unquenchable devotion, but tell thee now. before this goodly company I do not love thee with a hun- dredth part of that same passion Which I felt foryonder clerk. Thy coronet to me is nought— thou'T; nowest it— for alone it could not win me;— thy wealth my father here can match full ten times over — but if thou wilt take the scrivener's daughter— reading thus her heart in which thou hast not. yet'the place that late 1 gave another — I give thee here my hand, and promise thee to make a gentle, patient, and obedient wife.' Lord Malvolio snatched her to his bosom, and Gilbert, Clayton hastened from the house for ever. Thick vapourous clouds encompassed me, and shut all else from before my eyes. Things material grew nebulous, or evaporated into thin air. as I looked lipon thnin, though the process was almost im- perceptible. Time came and shook his hour- glass, and the clouds rolled off. and I was sensible that three years had passed over the heads of the characters in the drama of life upon which I had been looking with so much interest, and the transformations effected by time and destiny on the stage of the world, were greater than those wrought by the wand of Harlequin on the mimic scene. The lady Malvolio was seated in one of the elegant apartments of a splendid mansion, in Lambeth. She had lost her father since her marriage, and his great wealth had passed to her. She looked more womanly than I had before seen her, but, she was much paler, aud her black eyes looked larger, and there was a shade of mela choly upon lier face. Was she happy ? no. I conld rend her mind. The great step in life had been a hasty- one, she had acted under the impulse of feelings which had indeed carried ber away, but which were false as they proved transitory. She had bestowed her hand where she could give no heart, and though she did not acknowledge even to herself the error she had committed, or knowingly regret the past, the worm was in her bosom and feeding on her fife. Malvolio was still as devoted to her as he had ever been, but there was no child to bind tho wife more closely to the husband, and to him that was a source of deep regret. Wives, children, friends and generations, were doomed to pass away before his eyes, yet, still he clung to them, though their stay seemed to him little more than a fleeting hour. Lady Mal- volio knew not the secret, of her lord's enduring life. She had banished from her mind the image of her early love, but the blank it left behind was a seared and painful one. As she sat writing, a serving- man knocked at the door, and announced that a visitor below was desirous of seeing her lady- ship. ' Who is it, Mark ?' enquired the lady. ' A stranger, madam.' ' His name.' ' He said he would himself announce his quality and purpose.' ' Is he* gentle in appearance V ' Of t comely mien, my lady.' ' Admit him then.' The man bowed and left the apartment. ' Who can this be ?' thought the lady Malvolio. ' I have no friends but those who are known to my domestics, and would give their names. What can a stranger have to say to me ? since my poor father's death, there are few who care for me or have sought admission t. o my presence with other than the trivial whim of court custom. Let him come, however. This pre- sentiment of evil is folly— weakness.' * Lady Malvolio meant was he respectable. Again the door was opened, and as it closed once more upon its hinges, a tall and handsome cavalier advanced. He was dressed in the fashion of the day, with slashed doublet and trunks, hose, hoots, ruff, sword, and short Spanish cloak. His velvet hat donned with white ostrich plumes was borne in his hand, and he wore his own close curling hair, the beard and moustache of the school of Sir Walter Raleigh. He sprang forward as the servitor quitted the room, and threw himself at the feet of the young wife. It was Gilbert Clayton the usurer's clerk. ' Marian, dearest Marian,' cried he, in impassioned tones. Lady Malvolio was so surprised, so confounded, that for the instant her tongue refused to obey its office. Recovering herself, she sought to disengage her hand from the firm, but affectionate grasp of the intruder, and exclaimed— ' Up, sir, to your feet, if you have respect for me, or consider- ation for yourself. For years I have not seen you— heard from you— I have tried to forget you, as became a woman and a wife— I had well nigh succeeded. Up, sir, for your honor's sake and mine. I am another's !' The young man rose abashed, and gazed sorrowfully npon her, who had seemed to be in his boyhood, the one guide star of his destiny. The lady almost regretted her harshness towards him already. ' Your pardon, madam,' said he. ' I had very nearly forgotten both your position and ray own, remembering only that the time was once, I might have knelt to you unchid, and held your hand without a word. Marian, alas! those days are past, and you and I, are strangers now.' ' Why seek me out, if only to distress me?— tbe past is painful.' ' If so to you, oh! think how deep the sword has entered here. I came not to reproach you— I came not now to say how easily you had flung aside the well- proved affection, that had grown with our growth— blossomed as we reached maturity to be rudely plucked from out its native bed, and thrown, a broken flower down the stream— it is over- late for that— but I did first seek you out on my return to England, in the foolish thought the man you once had loved, and owned to love before the world, had sti 1 the interest of a friend.' ' Feel you that interest for me ?' ' Oh! Marian, can you ask me that? You, who have been my hope by day— my dream by night. When I left vou, it was to quit my country. The expedition of Raleigh was fitting out, and I joined it. I have served with honor, and if I have not returned laden with wealth, I have at least corne hack with an unchanging uncorrupted heart. Marian, you are unhappy.' ' No,' replied the beauty in a faltering tone. ' My health is a little broken, perhaps, but I— oh ! yes I am happy— mv husband is to mo, all that tho most exacting could wish. I have no thought uncared for— I am happy.' ' You do not speak from your heart— your looks are sad your words are out of tune! I dare not. now look back, and yet to think of what we might have been!' ' No more of that, Master Clayton, an' you respect me.' Call me not so. Call me Gilbert, for it reminds me of my happiness.— Gilbert, Marian.' ' This is wrong; this is madness ! Gilbert, we must not talk thus!' ' Yes, Marian !' exclaimed her lover, for so I call him even yet. ' Yes, Marian, let us recal those days we spent together, ere vou had grbwn so great, and I had been so strange. The happy hours when in your father's house, mere children, we would sit us down to pore over old books together, aud wonder at their meaning : or, when the evening coming on, we sought the river, and in the summer twilight drifted down the stream, and sang blythe songs, and told each o'her of the deeds of chivalry, and how in former ages, lovers had contended with their destinies and strug gled on, and suffered through the thorny path, to find a primrose road at last. Yes 1 we will talk on themes like these, and I will kneel again before you, and you shall look with heavenly smile upon my face, and in soft whispers we will speak of happiness to come!' Gilbert had sunk once more upon his knee, and Marian bent over him and forgot all else beside, when a third time that cham- ber door was opened, and Lord Malvolio crossod its threshold. ( To be continued.) INTERESTING BREACH OF PROMISE OF MARRIAGE. In an action lately brought by Miss Eliza Laycock— there's a name for a bride to lose— of Sheffield, against a certain Mr. Neale, tho following, among other piquant letters were read by the learned counsel. We give tlieni in full, as they are too good to be spoiled by cutting. The first was written at one of Sir Richard Sutton's seats: ' Mundford, April 18th, 1845. ' My dear Elizia,— Although I only got your letter this morning I will begin one to you now, and I think by Saturday I shall get a good long 6iie ready. There is a nice boat and lake at Mund- ford, and I hata an opinion that I could spend a splendid sum- mer's evening here. The garden looks delightful now; it is a little paradise. I will be bound to say you would make a capi- tal horsewoVrian. We will see some tine day. You ieally are a good guardian angel to me. I had almost thought is was my good aunt at thy eibow, telling me how much I ought to be thank- ful for in my present situation. Truly you are right and I was wrong. Yes ; last year I did not think I was so near living in a house by myself. There have been some right jollv good doings at Tofthall in days of yore. But you may say, ' Ichabod, thy glory is departed.' A good house, however, remains, overlooking the quietest prettiest church you can imagine, with its old walls covered with ivy. Birds of every description are singing, and the squirrels are hopping about this morning. The bright sunbeams sparkle on the dew, as it hangs like drops of crystal from the leaves, and the wind whistles through the branches.' The learned counsel read several other letters, written in the year 1845. One, bearing the date June 25th, contains the fol- lowing passages;— ' My great house begins to look a little tidy, at least that part of it which I intend to occupy. I wish, indeed, that my concerns were in a sufficient state to admit of my asking some one to keep it so. Whatever do you mean by asking if I have any one ' to do for me.' You don't mean to kill me, or anything of that sort, do you ?' Another letter, dated June 28th, 1845, says :— ' I am about writing to your fither. You give me much good advice, and I hope some time, when I have got you at my elbow, you will find rne apt in taking it. But now, supposing you know what I mean, how long would it take you to get ready't You ladies have so much to do, you pretend. Miss Harriet talks about ' early in spring,' does she ? Well, all I wish is, that I may be able to bend circumstances to my mind to catch her napping : and so just keep your weather eye open, my lady, will you ? Write to me long and often, there's a bonnie lassie, I wish you were just here, I would do— what do you think? and say good night.' ( loud laughter). The last passage we consider remarkably obscure, and we won- der that the learned counsel did not assist the comprehension of the audience. ARITHMETICAL QUESTION. If twelve glasses of port wine make one bottle, how many bot- tles will make one drunk ? What is meant by an union of souls ? Four feet against one foot board, aud a reciprocity of feeling. T H E TOWN. 3 RECOLLECTIONS OF A RAKE; OR, MY ADVENTURES BETWEEN FIFTEEN AND TWENTY. ( Continued.) COUNTRY TRIPS. In the course of the morning I was brought up before the mag istrates overwhelmed with shume and confusion at the disgrace I was about to undergo. The court was crowded with listeners, to the greater portion of whom, I was personally known. The charge heard and fearfully exaggerated— tlie latter as is usually the case by the policeman— 1 was convicted in the full fine the law would admit, £ 5. The fine was coupled with a severe reprimaud, and I informed that had it not been for my known re- spectability tho magistrate would hrive imprisoned me without fine. I was too crest fallen to say any: liing in my own behalf, and al- lowed the evidence tn go uncontradicted. I had not the money to pay the fine either, but that was quickly settled by some friends who were in court ; riot, however, by my father, for he had vowed he would not pay one farthing, but see his son in prison rather. When at last I was free, instead of going home and endeavour- ing to atone by tny future good conduct for my late continued recklessness of living, I went with my companions, and for some days spent the time in drinking brandy, tilll was completely mad, and suffering, from ' Delirium Tremens.' My past, life appeared before me: all those I had ever injured seemed to put on h'deous shapes, and wilh mocking laughter, their long- shrivelled fingers pointing at me, bade me follow them. Then they would vanish into what I could see were flames but to appear again in still more horrible forms, and haunt me even more than they had dared at first. When I regained my senses after this fearful attack, I found myself at home, and a mother with her tender care was soothing me to rest, aud administering to my every want. I recovered; obtairied'my father's forgivenfess, and firmly re- solved to be an altered character. I was true to my word for a while, ami during that time did not enter even for a second any of my usual haunts. With recruited strength, however, and the lapse of a few months, my old ways again stole upon me; though having bought experience aud that dearly, I took care in all my after amours, that not a spark i f jealousy should be allowed to exist in the fair one's breast, by which she might suspect a friend. Jack and myself were again friends, but Kate and I never more. I heard about a year afterwards, that she had married some wor- thy young fellow who emigrated with her, and I hope— as indeed I have little doubt— she made him a good wife. Having been so little seen for a long time by my companions, I was almost forgotten, but heartily greeted when I again made my appearauce in public. My proceeding was to look for another mistress. I met a pretty seamstress at a Ball, and having accom- panied her home afterwards, a fair introduction was thus gained. This led to other appointments, and others to correspondence, till at last we were ' tolerably thick' together. The ice was broken by ravishing from her lips the first chaste kiss, then came the encircling of arms, the throbbing of hearts, each panting to speak the feelings of the other, then the earnest entreaty, the wavering denial, the falling tears, and— but it does not signify. I did not delude her by false vows of honourable intentions, and she having an excellent offer for her station in life, did not refuse it. Her future husband was a foreman at some large iron works in the Town ; he lodged in the saiw house as herself, and by these means they became acquainted. Whatever may have passed be- tween Phcebe and myself, it was certain he was not acquainted with it, and it was equally certain we did not inform him. It was the eve of her marriage, and a party was given on the oc- casion. It was known to her intended lord and master that we were on friendly terms, but he only regarded me in the light of au unsuccessful lover, little dreaming what, had actually occurred. To this party I was invited, and treated by the ' iron foundry's head man,' with extreme hospitality. The party broke up early, perhaps, in consideration of what was to take place in the morning, and the bride and bridegroom's health druuk, the guests departed, I among the rest; but Phcebe and myself had concerted during tbe evening that I should return in an hour, so giving time lor all the house to be asleep, when she promised to admit me. 1 whiled away the hour by a gentle walk and returned, giving the preconcerted signal, the door was slowly opened, and I glided noiselessly in. ' Hush ! what is that?' exclaimed Phoebe, as we gained her chamber aud olosed the door. The lock had made a snap in closing, and the foreman having a quick ear, it awoke liim from his blissful dreams of the morrow and he jumped out of bed. ' Phoebe, my girl what was that'?' he cried, opening his own door, the next to that wherein I then was with Phcebe. She was in bed in an instant, and I under it. Starting up as if suddenly awakened from her sleep, she cried, ' Good gracious I George, what is the matter ?' ' Did you not hear a noise ?' said he. ' No,' replied Phoebe, but you ought to be ashamed of yourself you ought, playing your practical jokes upon me ; go to bed, do sir. If there really was a noise it was nothing more than the cat, and that you know as well as I do, frightening any one like this indeed!' George was satisfied, beg- ged her pardon, and retired to his bed again. I now issued from my hiding place, and quickly and warmly did we embrace each other. Thus on her bridal day she gave her honour to another. Was I not a villain ? As I issued from the house the clock of a neighbouring church chimed tho hour of three. The morning came, the time arrived, and Phcebe and George were married. No suspicions were entertained— and I blush to record it— barely' seven months after the matrimonial knot was tied, the fair one gave birth to a charming boy. The doctor told the nursfi it was the finest seven mouths child he had ever seen. He'was observed to smile and gently squeeze the mother's hand, but, as he did not give utterance to his thoughts it is not known of what they consisted. The season is approaching when the river and rail will again be crowded with health and pleasure seeking Londoners. Brighton, Hastings, & c., will again prove the resort of the more wealthy, Margate, Southend, and Gravesend, the fine weather abiding places of the les< aristocratic. Margate used to be, almost exclusively the retreat of cockneys from the confinement of their smoky dor- mitories. In days of yore, a city apprentice wore his worsted stockings, attended church, and scarcely knew his way beyond the stones- end. It is reported that a young cub so habituated wasstreated with a walk tn a short distance from town by his fathar, where they passed the night- Early next morning the ' slow' boy was awakened by the crowing of the cocks, and jumping up in a violent hurry, be exclaimed— ' Father, father, do you hear the cocki a neighing.' Now- a- days things are different. Mrs. Potts bears. that Mrs. Dips is going to the sea- side; Mrs. Dips has been told that Mrs. Cheshire is already gone, and the spirit of emulation sets every female tongue of the family in motion. ' Why can't I do like other people? I am sure we owes nothing, though some folks holds their heads higher than some folks. What's the use of giving one's „ irl a genteel edic- ition if we don't give em no opportunity to show their talons?' To avoid being worried to death Mr. Dips consents, the family set out,, and now behold them at the seaside. It was Margate they desired to visit. In a public room, andat a fashionable hour, Miss Wilhelmina Suett, from Clare Maiket, bad iujfc h. en prevailed upon by her lovier, Captain Pullett of the Wollunteers, to favor the company, and Miss Wilhelmina was buffeting the piano with all the forte of an enthusiast when a fresh party enterod. Miss Pattypan was dying of c. vv, Golonel Juniper of the St. Giles's Corps, was reviving her with a smelling bottle, while Miss Allspice was endeavouring by certain disdainful tossings of her head, and repeated bursts of vacant laughter to express her con- tempt. ' May I never smell powder,' exclaimed the Captain—' but Miss Vilhelminy is han hangel— nothing like it at the. hopera— crucify me!' THE TRICKS OF OUR TIMES. ' Believe not,' retorted the colonel,' monstrous like their hown marrow- bones and cleavers— monstrous like indeed— smells hof the shop— he ! he! he !' ' What can that there feller mean,' rejoined the captain, swelling like one of his Turkey cocks. " I'll let you know who I ham, sir! I'm a pemman, hand a hofficer, hand vears a sword, sir, hand hall that." Mrs. Suett, the mama of Wilhelmina, was present, and looked a nice dnmpling of a woman, as she swept the carpet in triumph with her dress, when, oh! dire mishap, but such was thejwill of fate. An immense Newfoundland dog, dripping from the sea, entered the room and joined the elegant throng. The ladies shrieked, and Mrs Suett tiembling for her pink muslin, and inspired beyond a woman's fears, boldly made a desperate kick at the rough intruder. The effort was powerful, but the muslin was weak : an envious rent aspired above her knees discovering the mottled beauties of a greasy flannel petticoat. Mrs. Snett at this disaster, uttered a a piteous oh ! anil slid down on the floor. The scene of confusion was still increased by violent shriekings from the other end of the room. Master Jack Udder, all nerve, fainted at the uproar: his tivo broad- faced sisters held his pretty little unclenched hands ; vocif- erating loudly ' that nothing but burnt feathers would restore their dead brother.' The feathers began to smoke, tbe raw- boned sisters pressed eagerly around their brother. Their gipsev hats tvero r « moved to admit their more convenient approach and their THREE RED HEADS grouped terrifically. Mrs. Suett now opening her eyes, cast a wild look round, the smell from the feathers, with the appearance of toe smoke and fiery heads, conveyed to her scarcely awakened mind, a certainty that the room was in flames. ' Fire, fire, fire,' roared the affrighted dame, and taking to her heels, unmindful of her petticoat, whose extension happily accele- rated her speed, she ran into High- street. Several foil > wed giv- ing her the view holloa!— tbe boys pursued— the day being fine, and the scent strong upon the wind, the delighted ragamuffins fairly hunted Mrs. Suett into cover, where she gladly squatted, her form distilling sweets at every pore; as the ' Arabian trees their aromatic gums.' We had got thus far when we began to think this was not ex- actly what we intended to write, when we snatched our pen. Lifting our palm to our perplexed forehead, we found the governor's gold specs, on our nose— the specs, of our father. Shortsighted as we are, we had caught them up instead of our own blue steel, and they had doubtless affected our mental vision. We conceive it to be rather an extraordinary matter, and worthy of enquiry, for we now find while we wore those specs, we were taken back five- and- twenty years. Will any of our scientific readers assists us in the solution? BUBBLE COMPANIES. More than half the associations and companies, started on the alleged principles of mutual benefit to the members, or to supply a great public want, and many pretend to keep exclusively these two objects in view, are either direct aud systematic swindles, intended only to raise the wind temporarily, or to secure something like per- mament engagements, at very handsome salaries, to the projectors. Such companies generally originate with men who are themselves wholly without means, but what they deem a bright idea is sud- denly vouchsafed to them, and then somebody is consulted, most likely an attorney of equivocal reputation, as to the carrying out of the plan. A prospectus is drawn up, and the man oflaw finds a 10/. note by way of starting the bantling with advertisements. The projector is the secretary, the ten- pound capitalist, the solicitor. The company is ' provisionally registered,' a matter ot the greatest ease, hut wearing an imposing appearance to the eyes of the unwary. Deposits on shares are received at the ' temporary offices,' and a list of Direc- tors is ' to be published in a few days.' Very often directors are not sought after at all, and then the originators make themselves con- tent with the first haul in the shape of the paid instalments on shares allotted, and the offices are. in a short time shut up, and secretary, treasurer, & c., make a bolt for private life, there to con- coot some new swindle. Last Christmas twelvemonths there were many such profitable ' dodges' carried on for a time on the strength of the Californian discoveries, aud during the railway mania in 1845 the system was at its height. There are, however, in the metropolis, many associations which undeserving of the prefix ' bubble' j et deserve castigation for their tricky doings, and dirty ways. The ' Society for the suppression of Vice' is patronised by a large number of the aristocracy and gentry of this country, and has doubtless for its purpose, a moral good. But its ways are not al- ways clear; nor its dealings quite in accordance with the true spirit of charity. There have been several prosecutions lately instituted by this society against different tradesmen in the neighbourhood of our office, for the exposure and sale of immoral works. Now, we have no connexion with, and only ordinary interest in such matters, but in our capacity as journalists it does strike us, while dealing with such a subject as 1 The Tricks of The Times,' that the ' Society for the Suppression of Vice' ought almost to come under the lash of our pen for its proceedings, because it is earning a reputation which it does not deserve, by not attacking vice when it meets it strong enough to defend itself, but pouncing in nooks and bye- places upon struggling men, who ' err in ignorance' as a consequence of the in- definite line drawn by the law. If the law would lay down a line of morality, and say beyond this you cannot go without rendering yourself amenable, the dealer would know what to do, but while Rochester, Swift, Fielding, Thomas Little, and a host of such writers are classic, and the pro- ductions of the old masters, their copies, prints, & c., are eagerly sought for, it can hardly be expected that business men who have not time to read the works they sell, should be very particular about what they receive. We are, no advocates for vice, or its pan- derers, but let the law be definite aud distinct, and there will be very few offenders. As we have named one highly respectable association with which we' pluck a crow,' we may as well name another company for ' a word or two before we go,' and the transaction of the latter we are about to allude to, is— we have no hesitation in saying it— a very dirty ' Trick of the Times.' When a small parcel, weighing, perhaps, a pound, is sent to London, say from Bristol or elsewhere, and the carriage paid, marked for' special delivery,' the parcel on its arrival at the Paddington ter- minus, is consigned to the care of a poor devil, who, with that packet and some duzeu others mostly directed to the different newspaper offices about the City and Strand, runs on his way. The Times pays half- a- crown for the delivery from Paddington if there are a dozen parcels, the Chronicle pays a shilling each parcel, while everybody else is charged half- a- crown. Thus the Great Western Railway has three or four prices for the same delivery! And how much, oh! gentle reader, do you suppose, the poor, leg- wearied messenger gets, who runs with these half dozen or twenty parcels from Paddington to Blackfriars— a responsible man, mark ye! ho must be, for he is often entrusted with most valuable aud important dispatches. SIXPENCE is paid the carrier for each delivery, though the packets should be fifty, by the liberal and fair dealing managers of the Great Western. ( To be continued.) ABSURDITIES OF EVERY- DAY LIFE. THE DOGS OF LAW. LOLA MONTEZ' OWN ACCOUNT OF HEltSELF. I was born at Seville in the year 1823 My father was a Span- ish officer in the - eryice of Don Carlos, my mother a lady of Irish extraction, born at the Havannah, and married for the sec- ond time to an Irish gentleman, which, I suppose, is the cause of my being called Irish, and sometimes English, ' Betsy Watson,' ' Mrs. James,' & c. & c. 1 beg leave lo say that my name is Maria Dolorez Porris Mon- ti z. and I never have changed that name. As for ray theatrical qualiliations, I never had the presumption to think I had any; circumstances obliged me to adopt the stage as a profession— which profession 1 have renounced for ever— having become a naturalised Bavarian, and intending iu future making Munich my residence. Munich, March 81,1847. LOLA MONTEZ. How times and circumstances change us ! THICK ANCLES. ' Harry, pray,' said a pretty chick, What makes my ancles look so tnick ?' ' Poll, you forget, my love,' said Harry How great a calf they have to carry. SNUG NOTION OF FIDELITY. At a shoemaker's in the nighbourhood of St. Martin's Lane there is written over the door ' Ladies' men wanted— constant, in summer.' Why is the Thames like the spike on a drover's stick ? Because it runs into Oxon ( oxen) and Herts ( hurts). The papers give an accouut of the sudden intrusion of a pack of hounds into the assize court of Aylesbury. The sagacious crea- tures thought, perhaps, they had quite as good right to give tongue as any of the learned barristers. There is nothing after all, so very absurd in a pack of hounds appearing in court, for it is simply a slight anticipation of the usual course of things, and instead of waiting for the suitors to go the dogs, the dogs, in this case, went to the suitors. SCENE. OUTSIDE A FURRIER'S. WIFE. My gracious, Bill, what bootiful skins!— where do they get ' em from, and what does they do with the hanimals? HUSBAND. Vy, they catches ' ein in the romanty; neighbourhood hov of the Zolylollygical gardens, and the karkisses hov the critturs is sold for Melton pork pies and Epping sassingers. WIFE. Good gracious! STRANGE KL'ITAPII IN STEPNEY CHURCHYARD. Here lies Sir Andrew Keeling, And bv his side his pious ladv kneeling; When the knight was alive and had his feeling, The lady was on her back, and he was kneeling. RAILWAY HOTEL. Waiter and Gentleman. Gent. Now waller, what's to pay? Waiter. ' Es, sir. Brandy, shilling ; dinner, three and six four and nine ; pale ale, eight; cigar three, fifteen pence, fifteen pence, five and eleven, seven and four; seven and four pence, sir. Gent. Oh ! seven and four pence, eh ? What's the sign of yo n- bouse, waiter? Waiter. Vulture, sir, Railway Hotel. Gent Well, there are eight shilling ', n. vrr mind the change. Waiter. ( handing smalt silver in change). Beg pardon, tir, buf we never take fr. urpenny pieces. Gent Don't you though ? How stranre : hut. it doesn't sig nifv. because I do. ( Gentleman pocVets his Joey sand exits mut- tering .' THF, VULTURE, ha!' { Waiter in astonishment as the scene closes in). Why is a man who beats hi" wife in the same position as a drunkard? Because he is addicted to tick her ( liquor). BUYING what you don't want, and will most probably never use, because it is ' so cheap' and ' such a bargain.' DINING late because it is genteel, though your dinner at seven inferior to that of the mechanic round the corner who eats at one o'clock. MY DUCK '- ing and my ' darling'- izing before company, when the ' duck' and ' darling' left to themselves become trans- formed to undeniable ' dog' and ' cat.' MAKING. U fool of your first child, on the principle that you are never to have any more, and snubbing the rest when they come, because you don't want them, and they are unexpected. WHEN you are known to be confoundedly hard up, and are asked to fettle a little bill, saying you have ' no change:' your entire capital being a four- penny piece. YOUNG WOMEN crying in surprise at the actions of others, Well I never!' when everybody knows they have, a great rnauy times, and PEOPLE asking ' Did you ever?" while they know all the time a matter of course you have. AN OUT- OF- THE- WAY CALCULATION. A lineal descendant of the immortal Cocker has perpetrated the following calculation:— I have been married thirty- two years, during which time I have received from the hands of my wife three cups of coffee each day, two iu tbe morning ' and one at night, making about 35,040 cups of half a pint each, or nearly 70 barrels of 30 gallens each, weigh- ing 17,520lbs. or nearly nine tons weight.— Yi t from that period I have srarcely varied in weight myself from 1601bs. It will, therefore, be seen that I have drank in coffee alone 218 times my own weight. I am not much of a meat eater, yet I presume I have consumed about eight ounces a day, which makes 58601bs. or abont ten oxen. Of flour I have consumed in the 32 years, about 50 barrels. For twenty years of this time, I have drank two wine- glasses of brandy each day, making 900 quarts. The port wine, madeira, whiskey, punch, & c., I am not able to count, but they are not large. When we take into the account all the vegetables in addition, such as potatoes, peas, asparagus, straw- berries, cherries, apples, pears, peaches, & c. & c., the amouut con- sumed by au individual is most enormous. Now, my body has been renewed more than four time in 32 years; and taking it for granted that tbe water, of which I have drank much, acts merely as a dilutent, yet, all taken together, I conclude that I luve consumed in 32 years, about the weight of 1,103 men of 1601bs. each. T H E TOWN. 3 RUMBO.— We believe you, my boy. The prettiest girls in all the world are the pretty girls of London town. O IN THE CORNER.— We must decline it. ANTE- NINO.— What does our correspondent mean by this signature ? It is beyond our ken. DIANA.— Are yoxi a descendant of the chaste goddess 1 Do we know you ? AMOUR PROPRE.— All the world over. INTERIOR OF THE " CROWN AND ANCHOR." A FAIRING FOR THE LADIES. ( See Engraving.) Easter Monday to a cockney, who is not a valetudinarian, or a ; quaker, without Greenwich fair and a trip thereto, is like cold boiled mutton on a washing day without salt and cayenne, an in- glorious piece of periodical insipidity, to be endured only on the score of time- honored usage. On the particular day alluded to, of course we expect it to be wet as a matter of custom, and Greenwich Park 6eems almost rob- bed of half its attractions if we are not compelled to join snug par- ties of adventurous men and damp women under the trees, there to while away the time with smoking, ohaffing, kissing, squeezing and caressiag. On Monday we were agreeably disappointed; in the morning it rained a little, and threatened a good deal, but towards twelve o'clock cleared up, and then forth streamed the people from every nook, and cranny, and corner. As was to he expected, Greenwich was rammed, crammed and jammed. If there was a falling off, and we are fearful we must confess as much in the attractions offered to the holiday visitors, certes, there were more than people enough to enjoy the goods the gods had sent. Men of all classes were there, from the donkey who helped to make the fun, to the wiseacre who looked on and laughingly de- rived his enjoyment from the doings of others. Oranges were as plentiful as ever, so was kiss in the ring,- and so were the girls who rolled down the hill. We must acknowledge that we met several members of the' Green' family; but we had little patience to recognise them. It is such a ridiculous system pursued by some of our fancied' fast' youths, that of taking a girl to the fair— picked up anyhow, anywhere, and be- lieved to be modest— in the hope that gingerbread nuts, rum and water, heat and running, must gradually produce together combined effects, which under other circumstances the offer of a crown would immediately accomplish; and it is also equally ridiculous when a fellow takes his little flirting, frisky, bustle- caparisoned provoker to Greenwich, and introduces her to the ' fun of the fair' to be annoyed when she plays ' kiss in the ring,' that some of the swains ' kiss close.' That an occasional genuine slip occurs at Greenwich, we believe, because, of course, the hill is very steep and the ground false, but that the majority of those who visit it know the road, and can feel their footi ng there is little doubt. In the number of booths there was a wonderful decrease. Gin- gerbread nut stalls appeared to monopolize the old quarters of tho ' Spotted Empress of Thibet.' ' The learned Pig,' and ' that most extraordinary of all hanimals as never vos, the distinckervished Mangle Worser, found on the north coast of Guinea, vere it vos preparing to destroy and undermine the further use of vegetables,' were nowhere to be seen. Still the immortal Algar and Richardson were there in all their glory. At the latter we saw a tragedy, ' The Moor's Revenge,' heard a comic song, and witnessed a ballet, in the short space of twenty minutes. At the former we took our kidneys, drank our stout and cold brandy, and talked to all the world— and his wife! Returning home,— which we are free to confess was at a somewhat late hour— we paid first class fare by rail, and were glad to find room in the third; but our annoyances were to a certain extent mollified by the fact of a pretty buxom little woman being obliged to sit in our lap, owing to the over- crowding of the carriages on our way back to town. The great, and indeed the only nuisance with which we had con- tended during the day, was the eternal ' scratching' to which we were subject, on our shoulders, from the p° nny scrapers of the mis- chievous frail ones. With much pleasure we present our fair readers with a fairing— ' The Cock in breeches.' i& otices to © omaponlmtta. COMMUNICATIONS should be addressed to the Editor of The Town, care of the publisher. We invite correspondence from all quarters, and the benefit of our experience and advice, is at the service of cur subscribers. Articles intended for insertion must contain wit, point, and spirit — we will excuse a pardonable warmth, but we will not tolerate indecency. Incidents of interest, illustrating THE WOULD AS IT IS, and told in a sparkling style, will always meet with immediate attention, and when the communication is of superior merit, and it is required of him, the Proprietor will be happy to remunerate the author. As a rule, manuscripts should be written legibly, with full space between the lines, and on one side of the paper only. The Editor reserves to himself the right, in all cases, of revising, cutting down, and altering articles, the leading ideas in which, he deems worthy of publicity. A BRUMMAGEM BUTTOH.— The tale to which you allude will be continued almost immediately. We regret with you the justice of the complaint, but changes have occurred in the editorial arrangements, and it will he our earnest desire to guard against such errors in future. With regard to your questions, the gentleman alluded to was a member of the Newcastle com- pany, and is we believe about to resume Ihe profession. The reason al- leged by the Exeter Hall saints, was the true one. CURRY.— We ate sorry you do not agree with us. We objected to the ' scratching' incident, and omitted it— that was all. We do not complain of the length, but we do sometimes of the ' breadth.' B.— Send the M. S. and if up to the mark, we will pay for it. Put your own price upon it, and we will give it our consideration. The subject and title are, however, bolll old. HIBERNIAN POLITENESS. ' How's your wife Misther O'Grady ?' ' How's yonr own if you come to that, Misther Malowncy '!' CRIM. CON. ENCOURAGEMENT. It is said that a girl in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, was struck dumb by the firing of a caunon. Since then, it is reported that a number of married men have invited the artillery companies to come and discharge their pieces ou their premises, which we con- sider to have been very immoral and improper. Why is putting a child from you like murdering it ? Because it is committing infant aside ( infanticide). S. Y. COLLINS in announcing his removal from 39, Holywell- street to 113, FLEET STREET, respectfully tenders hi. thanks to the London aud Country Trade for past favors, and trusts that more extensive business premises and improved arrangements, will ensure him that increased pa: ronage which it will be his ambition to maintain. Orders for Miscellaneous Books, Magazines, Periodical Publications, Newspapers, & c„ accompanied by a remittance in full, will be promptly executed at the very lowest prices. Address, S. Y. COLLINS, Wholesale Booksellerand News- agent, 118, FLEET STREET, LONDON. TO COUNTRY BOOKSELLERS & NEWS- AGENTS. THE TRADE are requested, should they find any difficulty in obtaining Th « TOWS from their regular agent, to send their orders direct. W. W. begs to inform the trade, that he can serve them at the lowest price with all the weekly and monthly periodicals, magazines, and newspapers, he making it his endeavour to deserve their support by his promptness and dispatch in collecting and forwarding their orders entire, even to the smallest articles. Cash in advance for the first two months. W. WINN, 34, Holywell- street, Strand, Loudon. PROFESSOR CHAMBERS'S THREE SECRETS.— SECRETS OF MARRIED HAPPINESS; addressed to the Barren, the Potent, and the Impotent. A Medico- Philosophical work. Post free la. ' The youthful and ihe aged, the married and the single, should alike consult it. — The Argus. SECRETS FOR YOUNG MEN, MARRIED MEN, AND SINGLE MEN i giving them a description, by which certain diseases may be cured without medical aid. Post free, 8d. " This is a useful little work, and should be read by every Englishman " ' Old Bell's Weekly Messenger." SECRETS OF HEALTH IN MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN; ad- dressed to all who would escape the diseases and epidemics peculiar to Great Britain, and attain robust maturity and hale old age. Post free, 8d.— ' This is certainly a work of first- rate talent; the best on the subject.— Penny Punch. Stamps taken as Cash. Catalogues sent per post, on receipt of two stamps. T. Hicks, 34, Holvwell- street, Strand. T. H. will not be responsible for any Works directed to be sentto PostOffice " FORTY IN THE BULL'S- EYE." A FAIRING FOR THE LADIES. A FAST COVE ( Leicester Square).— How are you, old fellow; how do you like the change in the weather? Bless your heart! we knew you directly, but if you really want to do us a good turn, perhaps you will point out for our edification some of the ' freaks,' especially the 4 entertaining' ones of which you speak, because we have been looking a long while, and cannot find the ghosts of any. M. D. F. ( Bristol)— The advertisement was never repeated. REUBEN RUDDLEPUTTY.— Like the Irishman deliver your own letter. L. M. U.— You had better write to the ' Family Herald' or the 4 Home Circle,' what do we know about such matters, or suppose we choose to dust our knowledge' box for the purpose, wou'd it be interesting, think you, to our readers r X, Y.— No. 52. APLOMB.— We shall be most happy. Broiled bones and champagne, eh ? DANTE.— We must decline giving an opinion on the merits of our contem- poraries. JOHN HALL.— Why don't you try, and judge for yourself. ALPHA BETA.— Yes; the lady in question 13 a pretty girl, and we will main- tain the fact in true chivalric style against all comers at the point of our pen. IGNORAMUS.— We regret that we cannot give you the answer you desire. j. C.— Write to T. Hicks inclosing twelve stamps, he will send you a work on the subject, no doubt. GEORGE PAY EVERYBODY.— YOU cannot get them in the country. You must write to town for them, but do not have them directed to the post office, if you take our advice. ( Several communications stand over until next week.) A MOCKERY. " Now, then, my gentleman's sons, come and pop it in ; here's nuts for your tin, and sport for nuffin, my noble sportsmen." THE COCK IN BREECHES. Running after an omnibus in a smart shower of rain, hailing the conductor with all your might, and suddenly stepping on a bit of orange peel, to feel your feet slipping under you to the cry of 4 going down, sir!' Printed and published by W. 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