The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-08-31


colors. 1t was impossible to resist him.
and we all drank 'Newton's health and
confusion to mathematics. 1t was de-
lightful to see the good humor OF Words
worth, in giving to all our frolics with
out afFectation and laughing as heartily
as the best of us. by this time other
friends joined amongst them poor Rtch-
ie, who was going to penetrate by Fezzen
to TimLuctoo | introduced him to all
as "a gentleman going to Africa Lamb
seemed to take no notice but all of
sudden he roared out, which is the gen.
tlcmau VIC are going to lose2' We than
drank the victims health, in which
Ritchie joined. In the morning Of this
delightful day, gentleman, a perfect
stranger, had called on me. lie said he
knew my friends, had an enthusiasm for
Wordsworth, and begged l would pre-
cure him the happiness of an introduc-
ton. He told me he was comptroller
of stamps, and often had correspondence
with the poet. / thought it liberty
but still, as it seemed gentleman, l
told him he might come. When we re-
tired to tea we found the comptroller In
introducing him to Wordsworth, ] forgot
to say who he was. After little time
the comptroller looked down. looked up.
and said to Wordsworth, Don't on think.
sir, Milton was a great genius p Keats
looked at me, Wordsworth looked at the
comptroller. Lamb, who was doing by
the fire, turned round and said, Pray sir
did you say Milton was great genus
NO, sir. asked Mr. Wordsworth if he
were not oh said Lamb then you,
are silly fellow Charles, my dear
Charles said Wordsworth; but Lamb.
perfectly innocent of the confusion he
had created, was off again by the fire.
After an awful pause the comptroller
said Don't you think Newton great
, genius l could not stand it any longer.
Keats put his head into my books Ritch-
ic squeezed in a laugh Wordsworth
seemed asking himself, Who is this 2
f Lamb got up, and taking candle, said,
r Sir. will you allow me to look at your
chronological development 2 He then
!; turned his back on the poor man, and at
: every question of tho comptroller, he
{ chanted
'Diddc diddle dumping, my son John,
, Went to bed with his brceches on
D The man in office, finding Wordsworth
: did not know who he was, said in a
. spasmodic and half-chuckling anticipation
c of assured victory, 1 have had the hon
=. or of some correspondence with you, Mr.
5 Wordsworth With me, sir? said
n soo t1,+ 7 xn,,.,,I,r
. Don't you, sir l am comptroller ot
1 stamps There was dead silence the
y comptroller evidently thinking that was
. enough While we were waiting fol
= Wordsworth's reply, Lamb sung out,
Hey diddle, diddle,
$ The cat and the fiddle
!, 'My dear Charles said Wordsworth
: 'Diddlc diddlc dumping, my son john
a chanted Lamb and then rising, exclaim
:. ed, DO let me look at that gentlemen
organs Keats and l hurried Lamb in
:. to the painting-room, shut the door, anC
gave way to inexhaustble laughter
Monkhouse followed, and tried to get
> Lamb away. We went back, but the
/. comptroller wes irreconcilable w,
n soothed and smiled, and asked him tC
q supper. He stayed, though his dignity
was sorely affected. However, being ;
, good-natured man, We parted all in goot
i humor, and no ill-effects followed. Al
the while, until Monkbouse succeeded
we could hear Lamb struggling in Tho
painting-room, and calling at intervals
Who is that fellow2 Allow me to see
his organs once more"
Poor Lamb Countless other pass
V ages, no less interesting and peculiar, a
,, bound in these volumes. We can fine
= room only for two or three more, Hero
!, is the very best view of OConnell W,
have ever obtained from literature:
d "A very interesting day. At twelv,
}. l went to O'Connell's, and certainly hi'
e appearance was very different from wha
c it is in the House of Commons 1t wa,
g on the whole hilarious and good natured
# But there was a cunning look. lie has
n an eye like weasel. Light seemed
/ hanging at the bottom, and he looked out
Y with searching ken, like Brougham
!. something, but not with his depth Of in
/. sight, / was first shown into his private
j. room. A shirt hanging by the fire, 9
>. handglass tied to the window bolt, pa.
papers, hats, brushes, wet towels, and dirty
4 shoes, gave intimation of dear Ireland
a After few moments, OConnell rolled
= in a morning gown, loose black
handkerchief tied round his neck, wig,
h and foraging cap bordcrcd with gold
o lace. AS specimen of character, he
, began, Mr. Hayden, you and must
understand each other about this pic.
y ture. They say ! must pay for this like
0 ness Not at all, sir This the only
. thing of the sort that has happened to
y me. He sat down and | sketched him.
5 We talked of reveal. What did yC
|, think ofme when first started the qucs
n tion THAT youwere mad said ]. 'Dc
/, you not think, sir, | said that Ireland
being the smaller must always be sub
ject to England, the larger island p No,
u said O'Connell. Is not Portugal d
=, smaller country than SpainP p Yes but
she is separate country 'One grea!
l. mistake of the Liberals, said he, is THEN
infdellty Now, there are no infdels il
a Ireland, NO. said l. they are too poet
C ical.' O'Connell looked at me as if tho
n thought was new and true. sue
|. ceeded in his head. 1t is head Of hill
: arity and good-humour, while his nose
It eyes denote keen cunning. His voice is
# melodious and persuasive, and there is a
If natural poetry about his mind that ren