The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-08-22 00:00:00

THE RULING PASSION.

(From " John Manesty. the Liverpool Merchant," in
Amairorth's Magazine.)
" Av, my kr I," said Joe; " I think I see the old earl
now, lying upon the damask bed, with the rich gteen (tor-
tains hanging over him, and your lordship's mother's fa-
mily arms worked in gold over the bed head, and a tall,
by his side, with a prayer-book, a nosset-cop, the Racing
Calendar, and a tankard of ale. though, poor old fellow.
(saving your lordship's prest,nce.)"—and here Joe sni-
velled, and wiped away a tear,—" he couldn't drink it,"
" A had case." remarked Sam ; " I could almost cry
myself. ron fiat qualis"--ami he took a glass of punch.
" And his poor old fame, God bless it ! worn down like
the edge of a hatchet, and his eve half-awake, half-asleep,
and his long grey hair tossed over the pillow, for he was
ton much of a man to wear a night-cap; and says he,
' Who's there? ' I says, 'i, my lord—it is I,' saes I.
` And who the devil are you ?' said he ; fir he had always
pleasant way of speaking. It is Joe, the groom,' said
I, my lord '; so he woke up a bit, and I e said, Joe,'
says he, lam hooked ; bet arty odds against me, arid
you are sure. Every race must have art end, Joe '• ' and
he strove to drink out the tankard, but could not lift it
My heart bleeds to think of it this moment. So there
were three or four nurse-tenders, and wily-di-shams, aid
other such low raggahrash about the room, for lie had
taken leave, as you know, my lord, of his relations, and
would let none of them come any more near him ; he
turned these cattle out at once with a word. and away the
lszv vermin Now, Joe,' says he, this is a dead
heat, and there's an end : I'm past the post.' So I looked
astonished like, and did not know char to say. But,'
says 1, • don'tgive up, my ford ; there's a great deal in
second wind You may be in for the cup yet. I wish I
could do aught for your lordship.' So the old lord he
once more brightened up, and says he to me, Joe.' sacs
he, ' could you smuggle a few cocks into this room, with-
out the knowledge of Lady Silverst;ek ?'—that's your
lord-hip's mother, his mere. ' Couldn't I.' says 1; so I
slipped down, and brought up in a couple of bags, by the
backstairs—your lordship knows them well—they were
the beautifullest cocks you ever seed, Sir Tohy ;—and I
b-owtht 'em into the room, as dark as night—nobody
twigged me. So his lordship strove to rise in his bed.
It is no go. Joe,' says he; but prop me up with the
pillows, and parade Vie poultry.' Well, it would warm
the heart of a Christian, to see the iimir old lord how clad
he was when lie saw the cocks—Wasn't they prime! I
believe you, they were, for I had picked the best out for
his lordship. 'Joe,' says he, `cocking is nothing without
betting. Pot your hand under my pillow, and you will
find the twenty-five guineas that is meant for the doctor
—have you any money, Joe?' I have fivepence-ha%
penny, in ha'pence, my lord,' says I. ' Quite enough.'
says his lordship. ' Now, Joe, I hack the '
(and a good judge of a cock he was, almost as good as
yourself, Sir Theobald) against any cock in the bag;
my guinea always against your halfpenny.' So to it we
went ; one match he won, one match I won—one match
I lost, one match he lust; and what with one bet snd
another, his lordship got my fivepence-ha'penny out of
me "

" That was a cross. Joe," said Lord Randy.
" Ilonour bright. my lord, it was not." replied Joe,
quickly; " for I was reared by my lord, himself, and I
could not, when I once was in it, and the cocks did their
work. So, when his last cock was crowing over mine,
says he, 'Joe. you're doge—cleared out ! ' and he took a
fit of laughing—Door old roaster ! it was the last laugh he
had in this world! His jaw began to drop, and I got
frightened, and I called in the valy-di-shams. Lord love
you ! how they stared when they saw the cocks dead,
and the old lord (ling. They ran up to him, but he took
no notice of them, but beckoned as well as he could for
me ; he took toy coppers with his left hand, and scraped
them into his bed from the tahle.—as why shouldn't he?
for they was fairly won,—and shoved over the green silk
purse, with his five-and-twenty guineas in it, to me. The
guineas, my lord, are long since gone ; hut the purse
hangs on the wall opposite my bed head, that I may see..
it when I•wake ery morning. I would not give that old
purse for the best breed of cocks in Lancashire, and that's
the best breed in the world. * * * And then he cast
his eye upon the corks, and the bird he had last backed
gave one great, loud crow, and the old man's head sunk 11
on the pillow, and he died."

A WARLIKE Pora.—immediately before the great door
of this church (San Petronio, at Bologna) stood that fa-
mous colossal bronze statue of Pope Julius H, executed
by Michael Angelo, after the reconciliation of their var.
rel on the subject of the Moses. The Pope. at his own
request, was represented with a sacra in his left hand,
and in the act of reprimanding the Bolognese with his
right. But this great masterpiece lasted only five years.
In 1511. on the return of Ilentivoglio, it was broken up by
the people, and the bronze, said to have weighed 17.300
ponnds, was sold to the Duke of Ferrara, who converted
it into a piece of ordnance, under the appropriate. name of
Julian. It is recorded of this statue. the loss of which
Will ever be deplored by the lovers of art, that when
Michael Ang.2.o rt..ked the warlice pontiff whether be
should put a book in his hand, he replied, " A book ! no;
let roe grasp a sword ; I know nothing of letters."—Hand-
book for Bali, Bre.

THR DUCRESSE DE MAZARIN AT CaeLLEs.--The
noble Roman outline of her face was seen to great advan-
tage at the moment in which we have brought her under
the attention of our readers. tier eyes were of that deep
and peculiar blue, which in moments of emotion almost
darken into black, while in those of repose they possess
the liquid softness in which the soul appears to swim in
the atmosphere of its own purity ; large, tull, and rum
sitely shaped, when they met those of the person to whom
she spoke, it seemed as though the gazer could look far
into their depths: hut still there was no p scion in their
expression; they acre remarkable rather for thoughtful-
ness and intellect than for tenderness or coquetry. Her
nose was fine, and delicately chiselled, and gave a !taught_
mess to her beauty, which was softened into a new charm
by the graeefel melody of her voice, the ringing joyous-
ness of her laugh, and the softness of the lovely mouth
whence it escaped. Iler complexion was of the most ex.
qnisite fairness; and the bloom which flushed and faded
upon her cheek was so pure and delicate. that it gave an
ethereal character to tier whole appearance. lier hair.
which was as black and bright as jet, was swept smoothly
hack from her fOrchead, and folded in a score of heavy
braids, which were collected into a mass on the summit
of her small and graceful head, where they were confined
by bodkins of pearl. tier shape, perfect in itself, .bad
v lostent somewhat
iotial and of
coercive
n charm,,
o ies from.of
dress.tier i
tac4htihetatt liahtidanldl::eots.
iced
ian habitual carelessness, and given a freedom to her figure;
that had tended to increase its size, although
in injuring its svmtnetrv, otherwise than by detracting
from the appearance of height, :which her really lofty
figure Mug, under other pircumstanees, have conveyed:
As site sat that morning in .the convent-parlour. h0.,1,4
with her embroidery. she was enveloped in a &Whit.
of satin damask, elaborately wrought in coloured silk,
upon a ground of white, and girt about her waist by a
thick gold cord and tassels, while her sleeves, in the Oni.,
ental style, were closed only to the elbow, whence they
fell back in ample folds, and revel led arms so beautiful
that they would have been the worship of a statuary.--
dinswarth's Magazine.