The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-05-02 00:00:00

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might be made large enough to
.me lime, together with food for

viaticum, and commodities for traffic

It is not the

biggest of anything in this kind that can hinder its motion,
if the motive faculty be answerable thereunto. We see a
great ship swims as well as a small cork, and an eagle flies in

e;i;a;well as a little gnat. I conceive it were no diffi-
It thing (if a man bud leisure) to show more pzirticularly

constructing it

—Todgers's
,sreat. bustle that evening, partly owing to some ad-
I domestic preparations for the morrow, and partly to
:itement always inseparable in that house from Satur-
day night, when every gentleman's lineu.arrived at a different
hour in its own little bundle, with his -privat account pinned
on the outside. There was also a great clinking of pattens
down stairs, too, until midnight or so, on Saturdays ; toge-
ther with a frequent gleaming of mysterious lights in the
area; much working at the pump; and a constant jangling
of the iron handle of the pail. Shrill altercations from time
to time arose between Mrs. Todgers and unknown females
in remote back kitchens ; and sounds were occasionally beard
indicative of small articles of ironmongery and hardware
being thrown at the boy. It was the custom of that youth
on Saturdays to roll up his shirt.sleeves to his shoulders,
and pervade all parts of the house in an apron of coarse
green baize ; moreover, he was more strongly tempted on
Saturdays than on other clays (it being a busy time) to
.make
excursive bolts into the neighbouring alleys when he answered
the door, and there to play at leapfrog and other sports with
vagrant lads, until pursued and brought back by the hair of
the head, or the lobe of his ear ; so that he was quite a con-
spicuous feature among the peculiar incidents of the last day
in the week at Todgers's.-Martin Chyzzlewit.

SATURDAY NIGHT

BOARDING HOUSF

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RETREAT ON JELLA.LADAD.—SINGULAR RIVER.—It was
the general's original intention to halt at Begramee, close to
the Loghur river, and about five miles from Cahoot (reite-
rated was the advice of our Affghan friends—alas, how little
heeded—to push on at all risks through the Khoord Cabool
the first day) ; but the whole country being a swamp en-
crusted with ice, we went on about a mile further, and halted
at about four p.m. There were•no tents save two or three
small palls that arrived. All scraped away the snow as best
they might, to make a place to lie down on. The evening
and night were intensely cold ; no food for man or beast pro-
curable, except a few handfuls of bhoosa, for which we paid
from five to ten rupees. Captain Johnson, in our great dis-
tress, kindly pitched a small pall over us, but it was dark and
we had few pegs ; the wind blew in under the sides, and I
felt Myself gradually stiffening. I left 'the bedding, which
was occupied by Mrs. Sturt and her husband, and doubled
up my legs in a straw chair of Johnson's, covering myself
with my poshteen. Mr. Mien and the ayah fully occupied
the remainder of the space. We only rent in all six miles,
and had to abandon two H.A. guns on the road; we were
also much delayed by the bullocks that dragged the planks in
case the Loghur bridge should have been destroyed. We
bad, however, positive information that it was all right, and
so it proved. Previous to leaving cantonments, as we must
abandon most of our property, Sturt was anxious to sale a
few of his most valuable books, and to try the experiment of
sending diem to a friend in the city. Whilst he selected
these, I found, amongst the ones thrown aside. Campbell's
poems, which opened at Hohenlinden, and, strange to say,
one verse actually haunted me day and night :
" Few, few shall part wher many meet,
The snow shall be their winding sheet ;
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre."
I am far from being a believer in presentiments, but this

verse is never absent from thy thoughts. Heaven tortnd that
our fears should be realised ; , but we have commenced our
retreat so badly, that we may reasonably have our doubts re-
garding the. fitmle,"—.Pady Sale's Journal.
THY. AvyGfiANs,—The celerity with which troops are
raised is quite astonishng'to us, who are accustomed to sec
recruits drilled for a length of time. Here every man is born
a soldier; every child has his knife,--that weapon vrhich has
proved so destructive in the pan
cited against us by the.moollal
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