by!-How well it looks! and what a pity that the wretched little word Short' should have a right to intrude! Allonby Short; oh what a falling off was there!'-If the son should have half his father's genius, he will get an act of parliament, and discard it altogether.

The prefixing of a little miserable name to another of the same class is also exceedingly fashionable amongst our parvenus. They seem to think that in names, as in figures, value increases tenfold by the addition of a cipher. Hence the unnatural and portentous union of hideous monosyllables on name-tickets and door-plates, where two low words oft creep in one dull line.' Hence your White Sharps, your Ford Greens, your Hall Gills, and other appellations of the same calibre, which stare you in the face go where you will, and are clung to with a jealous tenacity of which the Percies and Howards and Cavendishes (for whom one name is enough) never dream. Hence all varieties in spelling, devices to turn the vulgar to the genteel by the mere change of a letter:* hence the De's and the Fitz's, by which good common English is transmogrified into bad French, to be mis

It is a pity that the hero of Mr. Lamb's excellent farce, Mr. H.' did not possess a little of this sort of ingenuity. I am convinced that the addition or omission of a few letters or even the transposition, the making an anagram of the word, or some such quip or quiddity, would have converted Hog's-flesh,' into a very respectable appellation. Did not Miss Hannah K. for instance, make herself at once genteel and happy by merely striking out the first letter and the last-vile useless aspirates? And did not Martha D. become a fashionable lady at a stroke by one bold erratum for Martha read Matilda' in the first leaf of that domestic register the family Bible? There is nothing so ingenious under the sun as your genuine name-coiner? A forger by profession is less dexterous, a coat-of-arms maker less imaginative. It is the very trumph of invention.

pronounced by the ignorant and laughed at by the wise, the deserved and inevitable fate of pretension, ridiculous in every thing, and most of all in cottage names.

WALKS IN THE COUNTRY.

THE SHAW.

SEPT. 9th,—A bright sunshiny afternoon. What a comfort it is to get out again-to see once more that rarity of rarities, a fine day! We English people are accused of talking over much of the weather; but the weather, this summer, has forced people to talk of it. Summer! did I say? Oh! season most unworthy of that sweet, sunny name! Season of coldness and cloudiness, of gloom and rain! A worse November!-for in November the days are short; and shut up in a warm room, lighted by that household sun, a lamp, one feels through the long evenings comfortably independent of the out-of-door tempests. But though we may have, and did have, fires all through the dogdays, there is no shutting out day-light; and sixteen hours of rain, pattering against the windows and dripping from the eaves-sixteen hours of rain, not merely audible but visible, for seven days in the week-would be enough to exhaust the patience of Job or Grizzel; especially if Job were a farmer, and Grizzel a country gentlewoman. Never was

known such a season! Hay swimming, cattle drowning, fruit rotting, corn spoiling! and that naughty river, the Loddon, who never can take Puff's advice, and "keep between its banks," running about the country, fields, roads, gardens and houses, like mad! The weather would be talked of. Indeed, it was not easy to talk of any thing else. A friend of mine having occasion to write me a letter, thought it worth abusing it in rhyme, and bepommelled it through three pages of BathGuide verse; of which I subjoin a specimen :

"Aquarius surely reigns over the world,

And of late he his water-pot strangely has twirled ;
Or he's taken a cullender up by mistake,
And unceasingly dips it in some mighty lake;
Though it is not in Lethe-for who can forget
The annoyance of getting most thoroughly wet?
It must be in the river called Styx, I declare,

For the moment it drizzles it makes the men swear.
'It did rain to-morrow,' is growing good grammar;
Vauxhall and camp-stools have been brought to the hammer;
A pony-gondola is all I can keep,

And I use my umbrella and pattens in sleep:
Row out of my window, whene'er 'tis my whim
To visit a friend, and just ask, 'Can you swim?" "

So far my friend.* In short, whether in prose or in verse, every body railed at the weather. But

*This friend of mine is a person of great quickness and talent, who, if she were not a beauty and a woman of fortune-that is to say, if she were prompted by either of those two powerful stimuli, want of money or want of admiration, to take due pains,—would inevitably become a clever writer. As it is, her notes and jeux d'esprit, struck off à trait de plume, have great point and neatness. Take the following billet, which formed the label to a closed basket, containing the ponderous present alluded to, last Michaelmas Day:

"To Miss M. When this you see Remember me,'

Was long a phrase in use;

And so I send

To you, dear friend,

My proxy. 'What?" A goose!"

this is over now. The sun has come to dry the world; mud is turned into dust; rivers have retreated to their proper limits; farmers have left off grumbling; and we are about to take a walk, as usual, as far as the Shaw, a pretty wood about a mile off. But one of our companions being a stranger to the gentle reader, we must do him the honour of an introduction.

*

Dogs, when they are sure of having their own way, have sometimes ways as odd as those of the unfurred unfeathered animals, who walk on two legs, and talk, and are called rational. My beautiful white greyhound, Mayflower, for instance, is as whimsical as the finest lady in the land. Amongst her other fancies, she has taken a violent affection for a most hideous stray dog, who made his appearance here about six months ago, and contrived to pick up a living in the village, one can hardly tell how. Now appealing to the charity of old Rachael Strong, the laundress-a dog-lover by profession; now winning a meal from the lightfooted and open-hearted lasses at the Rose; now standing on his hind-legs, to extort by sheer beggary a scanty morsel from some pair of "drouthy cronies," or solitary drover, discussing his dinner or supper on the alehouse-bench; now catching a mouthful, flung to him in pure contempt by some scornful gentleman of the shoulder-knot, mounted on his throne, the coach-box, whose notice he had attracted by dint of ugliness; now sharing the commons of Master Keep the shoemaker's pigs; now succeeding to the reversion of the well-gnawed bone of Master Brown the shopkeeper's fierce house-dog; now filching the skim-milk of Dame

* Dead, alas, since this was written!

Wheeler's cat:-spit at by the cat; worried by the mastiff; chased by the pigs; screamed at by the dame; stormed at by the shoemaker; flogged by the shopkeeper; teazed by all the children, and scouted by all the animals of the parish ;-but yet living through his griefs, and bearing them patiently, "for sufferance is the badge of all his tribe;" -and even seeming to find, in an occasional full meal, or a gleam of sunshine, or a whisp of dry straw on which to repose his sorry carcass, some comfort in his disconsolate condition.

In this plight was he found by May, the most high-blooded and aristocratic of greyhounds; and from this plight did May rescue him ;-invited him into her territory, the stable; resisted all attempts to turn him out; reinstated him there, in spite of maid and boy, and mistress, and master; wore out every body's opposition, by the activity of her protection, and the pertinacity of her self-will; made him sharer of her bed and of her mess; and, finally, established him as one of the family as firmly as herself.

Dash-for he has even won himself a name amongst us, before he was anonymous-Dash is a sort of a kind of a spaniel; at least there is in his mongrel composition some sign of that beautiful race. Besides his ugliness, which is of the worst sort that is to say, the shabbiest-he has a limp on one leg that gives a peculiarly one-sided awkwardness to his gait; but independently of his, great merit in being May's pet, he has other merits which serve to account for that phenomenon-being, beyond all comparison, the most faithful, attached, and affectionate animal that I have ever known; and that is saying much. He seems to think it necessary to atone for his ugliness by extra