The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-17

tnen' ano once tnirty years aiterwards-an this
we might have had but for the puIperfs egiGui
jdctu, that little toss OF powder for the hair
which the Scotch conspirators stopped to take
at the tavern.
You understand the distinction would draw
between history-of which / do not aspire 10 be
an expounder--and manners and life such as
these sketches would describe. The rebellion
breaks out in the north; its story is before you
in q hundred volumes, 10 none more fairly than
in the excellent narrative OF Lord Mahon. The
clans are up in Scotland; Derwentwater, Nithis-
dale, aud Forster are in arms in Northumber-
land--these are matters Of history, for which
you are referred to the due chroniclers. the
Guards are set to watch the streets and prevent
the people wearing white roses. ! read pre-
sently OF q couDle OF soldiers almost flogged to
death for wearing oak boughs in their hats on
Stuarts 1t Is with these we have to do rather
than with the marches and battles of the armies
to which the poor fellows belonged-with states
men, and how they locked and how they lived,
rather than with measures Of state, which be-
long TO history alone. For example, at the
close Of the old Queens reign, it is known the
Duke Of Marlborough left the kingdom-after
what menaces, after what1 prayers, lies,
brides offered, taken, refused, accepted; after
what dark doubling and tacking, let history, if
she can or dare, say. The Queen dead, who so
eager to return as my lord duke? Who shouts
God save the King so Justify as the great con-
queror of Benheim and Malplaquetl (By the
way, be will send over some more money for the
Pretenoer yet on the sly.) Who lays his hand
on his blue ribbon, and lifts his eyes more
gracefully to heaven than this hero He makes
O quasl-i -iriumphal entrance into London, by
Temple Bar, in his enormous Gilt coach-and
the enormous gilt coach breasz down some
where by Chancery lane, and his Highness is
obliged to get another. There it IS we have
him. We are with the mob in the crowd, not
with the great folks in the procession. We are
not the Historic Muse. but her ladyship's at
tendant ttale-bearer-Udiet de chGnlbTe-for whom
no man is hero; and, as -yonder one steps from
his carriage TO the next handy conveyance, we
take the number of the hack; we look all over at
his stars, ribbon, embroidery; we think within
ourselves, o you uniathomable scnemer o you
warrior invincible! o you beautiful smiling
Judas What master would you not kiss or
betTay? What traitors head, blackening on
the spikes on yonder gate, ever hatched tIthe
OF the treason which has worked under your
periwig9
We have brought our George to London city,
and il we would behold its aspect, may see it in
Hogarths lively perspective of Cheapside, or
read 1t in a hundred contemporary books which
paint the manners of that age. Our dear old
Spectator looks smiling upon these streets, with
their innumeTable signs, and describes them
with his charming humor: ''0ur streets are
filled with Blue Bears. Black Swans. and Red
Lions, not to mention Flying Pigs and Hogs in
Armor, with other creatures more extraordi-
nary than any in the deserts OF Africa" A few
of these quaint old figures still remain in Lon
don town. You may still see there, and over
its old hotel in Ludgate Hill, the Bell Savage,
to whom the Spectator so pleasantly alludes in
that paper; and who was, probably no other
than the sweet American Pocahontas, who res
cued from death the daring Captain Smith.
There is the Lions Head, down whose laws the
Spectators own letters were passed.; and over
great bankers in Fleet street, the effigy of the
wallet which the founder of the firm bore when
he came TO London a country boy. People this
street, so otnamented with crowds of swinging
chairmen, with servants bawllng TO clear the
way, with Mr., Dean in his cassock, his lackey
marching before him; or Mrs. Dlnah in her
sack, tripping to chapel, her footboy carrying
her ladyshps great prayer book; with itinerant
tradesmen singing their hundred cries Il re-
city, score of CHEEKY, familiar cries that are
silent now). Fancy the beauX thronging to the
chocolate-houses, tapping their snuff-bOxes as
they issue thence, their periwigs appearing over
the red curtains. Fancy Sacharissa brckoning
and smiling from the upper windows and
crowd of soldiers brawllng aud busting at the
door-gentlemen of the Life Guards, clad in
scarlet, with blue facings, and laced with gold
at the seams; gentlemen of the Horse Grena-
diers, in their caps of sky blue cloth, with the
garter embroidered in front in gold and silver;
men of the Halberdiers, in their long red coats,
as bluff Harry left them, with their rutfs and
velvet fat caps. Perhaps the Kings Majesty
himself is going to st. james, as we pass. If he
is going to Parliament, he is in his coach.and-
eight, surrounded by his guards and the high
officers of his crown. Otherwise his Majesty
only uses chair, with six footmen walking
before, and six yeomeD OF the guard at the sides
of the sedan. The officers in waiting follow the
King IN coaches. 1t must be rather slow work.
Our Spectator and 7dtter are full of delightful
elimpses OF the town lie OF those days. In the
company of that charming guide we may go to
the opera, the comedy, the puppet-show the
auction, even the cockpit; we can take boat at
Temple STAINS, and accompany Sir Roger de
CoVerley and Mr.. Spectator 10 Spring Garden
it will be called VauXhall a few years hence,
when Hogarth will paint for it. Would you not
like to step back into the past, and be intro
duced to Mr.. Addison ?-not the Right Honora-
Bile Joseph Addison, Esd, George ps Secretary
of State, but to the delightful painter OF eontem-
porary manners; the man who, when IN good
humor himself, was the pleasaDtest companion
in all England | should like to go into Lockits
with him, and drink bowl along WITH SIR h'
Steele (who has just been knghted by King
George, and who does not happen 10 nave any
money to pay his share of the reckonlng).
should not care to follow Mr.. Addison to his
Secretary's office in Whitehall. There we get
into politics. Our business is pleasure and the
town and the cotfee-house and the theatre, aud
the Mall. Delightful Spectator kind friend OF
leisure hours happy companionl true Chris
tian gentlemanl how much greater, better you
are than the King Mr.. Secretary kneels to!
You can have foreign testimony about Old
World London, if you like, and my before quoted
friend Charles Louis, Baron de Pollnitz will
conduct US 70 ii. IA man of sense" says he,
cor a fine gentleman. IS never at loss for COM
many in London; and this is the way the latter
passes his time. He rises late, puts on a frock,
and, leaving his sword at home, takes his cane,
and goes where he pleases. The park is COM
monty the place where he walks, because tits
the Exchange for men of quality. 'Tis the same
thing as the Tuileries of Paris, only the park
has a certain beauty OF simplicity which cannot
be described. The Grand walk is called the
Mall; is full of people at every hour OF the day,
but especially at morning and evening, when
their majestes often walk with the royal family,
who are attended only by a ha,f-a-dozen yeo-
nf Guard n