When Alps rise between us, and rolls the deep sea, Shall I e'er forget you? Will you forget me? Ah! no--for my hand you at parting have press'd, In memory of moments my brightest and best! How sad heaves my bosom this tear let it tell, How falters my tongue when it bids you farewell! Eugenio was on ship-board early the following morn. His friends attended, to wish him _bon voyage_ and a safe return. And as the noble vessel moved majestically along the waters, high above the rest waved _adieu_ the hand of _Uncle Timothy!_ CONCLUSION. |Thus, gentle reader, we have led thee through a labyrinth of strange sights, of land-monsters and sea-monsters, many of man's own making, others the offspring of freakish nature, of Jove mellow with nectar and ambrosia. If the “proper study of mankind is man,” where can he be studied in a greater variety of character than in the scenes we have visited? The well-dressed automaton of a drawing-room, (a tailor made him!) fenced in with fashions and forms, moving, looking, and speaking but as etiquette pulls the wires, exhibits man in artificial life, and must no more be taken as a fair sample of the genus, than must pharmacy, in the person of the pimple-faced quack * mounted on his piebald pad, or charlatan's stage. * “Quacksalvers and mountebanks are as easy to be knowne as an asse by his eares, or the lyon by his pawes, for they delight most commonly to proclaime their dealings in the open streets and market-places, by prating, bragging, lying, with their labells, banners, and wares, hanging them out abroade.” Morbus Gallicus, 1585, by William Clowes. “In the yeare 1587, there came a Flemming into the cittie of Gloceter (Gloucester) named Wolfgang Frolicke, and there hanged forth his pictures, his flagges, his instruments, and his letters of marte, with long labells, great tassels, broad scales closed in boxes, with such counterfeit showes and knackes of knauerie, coesining the people of their monie, without either learning or knowledge.” A most excellent and compendious Method of curing Wounds, &c. translated by John Read, 8vo. 1588. We have shewn thee to what odd inventions men are put to provide fun for their fellows, and food for themselves. Yet if we ascend the scale of society it will be found that the Merry-Andrew is not the only wearer of the Fool's coat; that buffoons and jesters are not exclusively confined to fairs; that the juggler, * who steals his five pecks of corn out of a bushel. * The following description of an itinerant juggler of the olden time is exceedingly curious, and probably unique.