cated study, yet I delight in it. I merely asked the question to hear what answer you would make; always respect age-and the sex especially-oh! the lady is awake! If it would afford you any pleasure, madam, to sit in a corner and beside a window, my seat is at your service."

“Thank you, sir; I'm very comfortable as I am.”

"Delighted to hear you say so, madam; bless my soul, what a fine little permit me to ask whether it is a boy or a"A boy, sir; sit up, Jamsy, dear.”

"And how are you, Jamsy? what a beautiful pair of eyes he has! here's an orange for you, my brave lad. How old is he, madam?-four years?"

"Bless you, no, sir, he's only one year and three-quarters." "You don't say so; well, that is surprising; an epitome of a giant, as I live. Is he your youngest, madam?"

"Oh, he's not mine, sir-he's my daughter's."

"Dear me, how strange! and can it be possible that you are a grandmother?"

"Indeed and I am, sir, to seven of them."

"Well you ought to be proud of them, if they are all like him." "They are a beautiful family, sir, God bless them! I'm taking him down to his mother at Liverpool,"-the old woman was evidently flattered.

"Does she live there ?"

"She does, sir, of late, since her husband went there for work. He's an engine fitter."

"So then, my little man, this is your first trip in a railway.” “Oh, no, sir, it's not, he has been on it twice before."

"How good-tempered the chubby fellow appears!—has he cut all his teeth?"

"Some of them, sir; but they cut him down greatly when they were coming."

“No wonder, no wonder, I cut one myself about two months ago; and I thought my gums were falling to pieces." This was spoken with unblushing hardihood.

"It must be very painful, sir."
"So it is. He takes great notice."
"He does, sir."

“Would you like to look out of the window, my pretty lad? Bring him over here, ma'am, and let him look out and count the primroses and daisies."

"Oh! sir-It would be disturbing you."

"Not a bit of it-I beg that you'll not mention such a thing. Here is my rug for you to sit on-there-gently-what a brave child-that's right." So saying, he placed her, together with her chubby charge, in his seat, and took her place beside me.

"That is always the surest way," he said, addressing himself to me in a low tone-" whenever you want to carry a point, especially where a woman is concerned, use civility, it goes further than any other commodity, is a lighter load, and fetches a higher price in the general market. Put down the window, please thank you; that's much better."

The

ANOTHER gallant soldier has departed from amongst us, full of years and honours, at the patriarchal age of eighty-six. Marquess of Anglesey has followed his great commander, having outlived him rather more than a year and a half. This longevity is the more remarkable, as he suffered incessantly from excruciating attacks of tic-douloureux; an affliction in itself sufficient to break down and wear out an iron constitution; and which was supposed to have been occasioned by the inevitable haste attendant on the amputation of his leg on the field of Waterloo. As we looked on the stately funeral procession slowly passing along the streets, attended by the carriages of royalty and half the aristocracy of the land, we felt that another link was snapped which connected the present with the past, and almost the last of the remaining memorials swept away, which told of the deeds of an earlier age, the modes and manners of which were as unlike the present, as the antiquated toga of a Roman Consul when compared with the succinct and graceless garb of a modern senator.

Lord Anglesey was born in 1768, and died in 1854. The world. from which he departed was so different from that in which he first be held the light, that when he looked back, he must have found a difficulty in recognising his own identity, or of thoroughly understanding his own feelings. Within that cycle of time, comprehending less than a single century, the changes which would suffice for many, have been rapidly crowded. In early youth, he saw the great struggle for American independence, and the loss of our western colonies replaced by the colossal growth of the Indian Empire. Through his vigorous manhood, he fought in the wars engendered by the French revolution, and bore a distinguished part in the final conflict. In his decline and old age

he reposed under the shadow of a forty years' peace, and marked the miraculous development of mechanical science and industry, which peace and international intercourse can alone carry to perfection. Finally, he closed his eyes on the outburst of a general war, of which living men can neither calculate the issue nor the duration.

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most ancient and noblest houses in England, although their own distinction is comparatively of recent origin, and the name is not to be found in Doomsday Book or in the Roll of Battle Abbey. The immediate source of their honours was Sir William Paget, the celebrated Secretary of State to Henry the Eighth, who was also one of the executors and legatees of that redoubtable monarch. William Paget received the rudiments of his education under the famous Lily, at St. Paul's School, who died of the plague in London, in 1522. Passing through the University of Cambridge, Paget entered the family of Stephen Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, and was thence introduced into political life. In the 21st of Henry the Eighth, he was dispatched into France to obtain the opinions of the learned doctors of the Sorbonne, touching his royal master's divorce from Queen Katherine of Arragon; and was subsequently employed in many secret missions. By Edward the Sixth he was made Knight of the Garter, and created Baron Paget of Beaudesert. On the death of King Edward he sided with Mary; and, after her accession, was sworn of the privy council, and appointed Lord Privy Seal. When Elizabeth ascended the throne, he applied for and obtained leave to retire from official employment; but Camden says that her Majesty "retained an affection and value for him, though he was a zealous professor of the Roman Catholic creed." The title became extinct after the lapse of about a century and a half, in default of heirs male. The only daughter of the seventh and last lord married Sir Nicholas Bayly, Bart. In the person of their son Henry (who resumed the name of Paget), the barony was revived in 1770; and he was afterwards advanced in the peerage to the Earldom of Uxbridge, in 1784. This nobleman, who may be considered the second founder of the family, left many children, including six sons, nearly all of whom rose to distinction and received public rewards. The eldest, Henry William, was the late lamented Marquess; the second, William, a post captain in the navy, died, unmarried, in 1795; the third, Arthur, was created G.C.B. for eminent diplomatic services; the fourth, Edward, was also a G.C.B., and a general officer of much ability and experience. He had lost an arm in action; conducted the reserve with equal skill and courage during Sir John Moore's campaign, including the battle of Corunna; and was taken prisoner on the retreat from Burgos in 1812, being then second in command under Lord Wellington. The fifth, Charles, was Vice-admiral of the White, and a Knight Commander of the Bath; and the sixth, the Hon. Berkeley Paget, died in 1842.

The late Marquess was born on the 17th of May, 1768, anticipating by one year the advent of three illustrious military contemporaries, whose names will ever be associated with his, and who all saw the light in 1769-Soult, Wellington, and Napoleon. He succeeded his father as second Earl of Uxbridge in 1812; and died on the morning of the 29th of April, 1854. He was one of the pall-bearers at the funeral of the great Duke, in November, 1852, which may be considered his last appearance in public life;