The Nevada journal., 1859-01-21
t5e Nebaoa yournal
The Man in the Stocks.

with the remarks introducing it, we find
in the January number of the Knicker-
booker Magasine
Is MT it a somewhat singular thing,
that almost one of the best and most
characteristic ELLA" papers that Chas.
Lamb ever penncd, should not be inclu-
ded in either of the two American edit
ions of his works ?-one published in our
city. and the other in the snug village Of
Boston, in the State of Massachusetts
IS fact though, nevertheless and
Notwithstanding. We allude to the
"Rehections of Man in the Pillory--an
instrument punishment too we'll known
to need description. Let us premise
that it was situated in the midst of the
widest rabblement of the Great Baby
lon of London. The culprit was placed
in high frame, or inclosure. his neck
begirt with a collar of wood, his exten-
Ged hands secured, much after the
manner of the prisoners shower appa-
ratus at Sing Sing, the former sight
whereofin operation make US shudder as
we write,) and ''his feet made fast in the
stocks" There he was subjected to all
sorts of unseemly missiles from the
crowd. standing for a quarter of an hour
at one point of the compass, and then
turned successfully to the other three
quarters, until the hour was accom-
plished. The unhappy varle;, at the
end of the hour, was always a most pit
liable ahject. Il oking, when finally libe-
rated by Ketch, the hangman, as if he
had exchanged his humanity with a
monkey. 1t is this character which
Lamb has placed upon throne, and in
vested with more than regal dignity
Who ever shed, before, such gushes of
poetry around so dark subject!
"Ketch. my good fellow. you have a
neat hand. Prithee, adjust this new
collar to my neck gingerly. am not
used to these wooden cravats. There
Softly, softly snow it will do.
And have a care, in turning me, .hat l
present my aspect due vertically. !
now face the Orient. In quarter Of
an hour. 1 shift southward-do you
mind and SO on till l face the east
again, travelling with the sun. No half
points, beseech you Nm. by W., or
any such elaborate liceties. They be-
come the shipman's card. but not this
mystery Now leave me little TO my
own reflections.
"Bless us! what a company is here
assembled in honor of me How great
l stand here I never felt SO sensibly
before the effect of solitude in crowd.
| muse in solemn silence upon the vast
miscellaneous rabble in the pit there.
From my private box contemplate
with mingled pity and wonder, the gap
ing curiosity of those underlings. There
are my Whitechapel supporters. Rose
mary-Lane has emptied herself of the
very flower or her citizens, to grace my
show. Dukes Place sits desolatc.-
What is there in my face, that strangers
should come so far from the East to
gaze at it ? (Here an egg narrowly es-
capes him.) That offering was we'll
meant, but not so cleanly executed
By the tricklings, it should be neither
myrrh nor frankincense, Spare your
presents, my friends l am no ways
mercenary. l desire no missive tokens
of your appreciation. I am past those
valentines. Bestow those cofins ofun-
tim ely chickens upon mouths that
water for them. Comfort your adj
die spouse with them at home, and stop
the mouths of your brawlng brats with
such ola podridas; they have need of
them. "a brick is let Ay.) Disease
not, pray you, nor dismantle, your
rent and ragged tencments, to furnish
me with architectural decorations,
which l can excuse. This fragment
might have stopped flaw when it SHOWS.
"a coal flies J Cinders are dear, gem
tlemen. This nu5ling might have helped
the pot boil, when your dirty cuttings
from the shambles shall stand at cold
simmer. Now south about, Ketch.
will apostrophize my tabernacle.
"Delectable mansion, hail House
not made of every wood Lodging
that pays no rent; airy and commo-
dious, owing no window tax, ard yet all
easement, out of which men have such
pleasure in peering and overlooking
that they will sometimes stand for an
hour together, to enjoy the prospects !
Cell, recluse from the vulgar Quiet
retirement from the Great Babel, yet
affording sufficient glimpses into it! Pull
pit without note or sermon book, into
which the preacher is iuducted without
tenth or first fruit! From thy giddy
heights l look down upon the common
herd, who stand with eyes upturned, as
if winged messenger lowered over
them, and mouths open as if they ex-
pected mama | feel, l feel the true
episcopal yearnings. Behold in me,
my flock, your true overseer! What,
though l cannot lay hands, because Ey
own are laid, yet l car mutter bene-
dictions. True otinm cum dignitate
Proud Pisgah eminence Pinnacle SUBJ
lime?
WHAT reason have we to believe