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side-tla roughout his entire career, until he settled finally
in the taanor-house at Dulwich, where he died. He kept
close on the one spot, where he made his money, still
accumulating more and more, until the time came for
his avatar amongst the groves and gipsies of Norwood.
Such a man was sure of distinguished honours in his
parish. He was rated to the poor at the highest rate
that was paid by anybody in Southwark—namely, six-
pence per week; and he served the office of church-
warden. But it is a great comfort to know that Shah-
spare was also rated in the same place, at the same
tit ne, at the same amount, so that he had at least as good
a 'wine as Alleyn; although his poetical nature ren-
doled him so far anti-parochial, that it does not appear
he ever served the office of churchwarden.

" There was no intercourse between Shakspeare and
Alleyn. They lived near each other, but were as far
apart in spirit as summer and winter. All that is known
of Private visiting between them or their families, is,
that during Alleyn's absence in the country, immediately
afro • his marriage, Shakspeare called upon Mrs. Alleyn
to tt II her that he was not acquainted with a certain
Mr- Chnloner, who wanted to borrow 101. from her, and
wiry was rogue enough to pretend that he was known to
her :husband and to Shakspeare. This was a simple act
of neighbourly courtesy. Shakspeare had heard that
the, ft .flow was an impostor, and he said as much, and
s glad Mrs. Alleyn did not lend the money.
"1. ke almost all men who make fortunes as Alleyn
di 3, be was of a litigious disposition, and constantly in-
vtivoti in disputes and law-suits. On such occasions, he
g met ally contrived to throw the onus upon his oppo-
nents, so as to make it appear, if possible, that they
broke the peace, and not he. He rarely commenced an
action, but he reduced the circumstances at issue to such

an extremity, that his opponent was compelled to begin,
and to i ticur the initial expenses, or abandon his claims.
Alleyn was on the 'vantage-ground of capital, and knew
it. He could afford to wait, and starve the enemy into
compile o ce. In all his money quarrels (and he does not
appear t 4 , have had any other, for he was vulnerable only
on the 01 to spot), his active subtlety was visible through
every az ticulation of the argument. His guards and
feints we re full of inveations and adroitness. He always
anticipat ed the defence or assertions of his antagonists,
which suggests an ill-natured suspicion as to how he
came to know them so well beforehand. He always
seemed Lc apprehend, when lie was recovering a debt,
that his opponent would plead having already paid it,
but, thoughtlessly, without getting a receipt ; and when
others we! e recovering debts from him, he put them
upon the ',proof of the obligation, anticipating, at the
same time, that they might possibly allege that they had
foolishly suffered the obligation to be incurred, without
obtaining ;an acknowledgment in writing. Alleyn was,
in ail hu man truth, what is called a hard, honest man ;
but his honesty, had a very ugly bodyguard in his
sharp p.aacdce.

lIIEVROPOLITAN MAGAZINE.
We are glad to meet with another of that intelli-
gent seJes of biographical and critical papers, the
" NoterßoOk of an Irish Barrister," which form by
far the most attractive features of this somewhat
monotono us Magazine. The subject of the present
sketch is the Right Hon. David Pigot, one of the
most emit tent Irish lawyers of the day, of whose
forensic o. ratory we are told, " the attributes of his
style are e Ininently graceful. It has a winning har-
mony, a fe iscinating attractiveness, and now and then
a spirit-sti Bring energy, but even then the trumpet
has a silver .sound, and the temporary excitement is
not allowect to disturb the soft lineaments that are
characteristi cof his manner. We have heard him
address Jur aes with great effect. He always selects
what is mos tt, fit to be urged, and by grouping it into
such forms as may catch the attention, or impress
them with peculiar force, and scattering over the
whole such trains of argument, or sarcasm, or rea-
sonings, as e very one must feel to be natural, and own
to be povtre if 'ul, his success is great." " Savindroog"
is a tale Al *ten by. one who is evidently familiar
with Orienta 1 manners and localities, and who de-
scribes occas Tonally with infinite minuteness and
energy. It tis the cleverest tale in the Number.
" Hymn to '7 enus" is a translation of one of Metas-
tasio's best 13 cries. We subjoin a portion of it :
Proi ritious in splendour
D !scend from above,
0 Ir, taus delectable
xther of Love
0 be: c u tiful Venus,
Win ose smiles have been given
For MI 55ruiSon earth,
rtntPiroi.rapture in heaven !
Thou i :hose eyes dancing,
Witt I light airy motion,
Make j oyous and fertile
Th‘ s land and the ocean
Earth with the human race
For thee is teeming,
Unde'r Sol's fruitful ray
Fervidly beaming.
Near to the laughing stars,
Placidly shining,
The clouds are all scatter'd,
The winds are declining.
The green sunny meadows
Around thee are flowering,
Thou stillest the-waves
When the tempest is lowering.
For thee the tremulous
Splendours of heaven
shine forth, and the curtain
Of darkness is riven ;
While o'er the firmament
Wantonly straying,
The light airy Zephyrs
Of Spring time are playing.
Enflam'd by thine ardours
The feather'd creation
;Cour forth in thy temple
Their pure adoration.
The dove and the maiden,
Tho' timid, ne'er falter,
33ut brave ev'ry danger
To rush to thine altar. ,

TAIT'S MAGAZINE.
In. the present chapter of Mrs. Gore's tale of
" Abedneco, the Money-lender," the character of the
dry, hard, close-fisted old usurer is brought out with
considera' tact. He had once, it seems, warm and
kindly fec slings ; knew what it was to entertain a fer-
vent attachment to one beloved being, for whom—as
he tells B stsil Annesley—he would have perilled every
hope of hi s soul, in this world and the world to come;
and could make ready sacrifices in the cause of friend-
shi.p ; but his sensibilities had been outraged ; his
love had Iv aen treated with contempt and ridicule; and
his friend: ;hip betrayed; and thus, burning with a
sense of it itolerable wrong, he had by degrees with •
drawn hin iself from society, suffered hate, distrust,
and maligoity to take possession of his soul, and at
ealoc ted the vocation of a usurer, as much with
a view to gratify vindictive feelings by witnessing
the sufferinr of those with whom he came in con-

Mr. Michael Angelo Titmarsh overrates, we think,
the merits of Alaclise's painting of Hamlet. It is
clever, and the drawing is good ; but.the countenance
of Hamlet is absurdly exaggerated, and as for the
King, he is a wretched failure, without expression,
force, or dignity. We perfectly agree with the
critic's strictures on Turner's pictures, whose ge-
nius seems of late to have fallen into a state of torpor
or dotage ; yet, because he is an R.A., his inexpli-
cable daubs are all hung in the most conspicuous
places, while others of infinitely greater excellence
are placed in such obscure positions that it is scarcely
possible they can catch the spectator's eye. " People
Who Haven't Time" is an ingenious little essay,
containing several miniature sketches from life. Here
is one, the truth of which will be obvious to every
reader who possesses the slightest faculties of
observation :—" Hairbrain is always in a hurry,
and always ' too late. He has never yet
found sufficient time to complete anything he
undertook to do. Life is just long enough to allow
of a beginning; and to break off in the middle is his
destiny. He never seems to lase a minute ;he would
turn every moment to account, yet he never has a
single instant at his command. Life has no pauses for
him ; he talks, reads in breathless haste, without the
slightest reference to punctuation, and would not
stay while he could count one,' even at a full stop.
He has no patience with the rests in music, and
which have called out in the pit, to Garrick delivering
the soliloquy, to 'get on.' He is the most honest
fellow in the world, but he once borrowed fifty
pounds, and has never had time to return it. Ex-
istence is too short, he argues, to allow any man to
promise and to perform too." The " Joiner and his
Mates" is a translation from a German poem. We
cannot vouch for its accuracy, being unacquainted
with the original, but it reads off with spirit. " A
Gossip about Edward Alleyn," is a short biographi-
cal sketch of the founder of Dulwich College, from
which we select the following extract :
The sources, then, of Alleyn's wealth were numerous,
and like springs in the earth, from whence flow the fer-
tilizing streams, many of them lay out of sight, and were
unknown to his contemporaries. He trafficked in dogs,
and bulls, and bears, and kept itinerant showmen to
traverse the provinces, and bring him in the profits of
their exhibitions. He was himself an exhibitor, in like
manner, at Paris Garden. and baited a lion before King
James in the Tower, with three dogs. He lent out
money by way of annuities, and upon interest. He specu-
lated to an unprecedented extent in theatres, possessed
inns and houses in different parts of the town, and was
an actor to boot, and a dealer in the literature of the
drama (which he evidently followed as any equally
literally-minded man would any common trade), in his
nnanagerial capacity. ,Yet even all this fortunate corn.
biDation of speculations would scarcely have stood him
in so much profit, if he had not had a peculiar genius
for procreating money. He never lost an opportunity of
turning the merest trifle to account. This sense of gain
was perpetually present to him. He knew that what
was saved was gained; and he suffered nothing to go to
waste. He was always getting his theatrical dresses
mended, or his hose dyed; and he used to write copies
of his letters, or other private memoranda, on the backs
of any scraps of paper that had already been used for
some other purpose, and that were thus made to do
liduble duty. He had the keen and subtle instinct of
ali money-getters, and did not suffer external appearance
to .:feep pace with the pragress of his fortune, but pru-
dently restrained himself all along within the same
cau :ions and economical habits that marked his outset.
The original nature of the grub still inspired him in that
advanred state of being which the entomologists call the
imago form. He never left the old house on the Bank