SINGULAR CONDUCT. About the year 1706, I knew one Mr. Howe, a sensible wellnatured man, possessed of an estate of £700 or £500 per annum: he married a young lady of a good family in the west of England; her maiden name was Mallet; she was agreeable in her person and manners, and proved a very good wife. Seven or eight years after they had been married, he rose one morning very early, and told his wife he was obliged to go to the Tower to transact some particular business: the same day, at noon, his wife received a note from him, in which he informed her that he was under a necessity of going to Holland, and should probably be absent three weeks or a month. He was absent from her seventeen years, during which time she neither heard from him, or of him. The evening before he returned, whilst she was at supper, and with her some of her friends and relations, particularly one Dr. Rose,1 a physician, who had married her sister, a billet, without any name subscribed, was delivered to her, in which the writer requested the favor of her to give him a meeting the next evening in the Birdcage Walk, in St. James's Park. When she had read her billet, she tossed it to Dr. Rose, and laughing, "You see, brother," said she, "as old as I am, I have got a gallant." Rose, who perused the note with more attention, declared it to be Mr. Howe's handwriting: this surprised all the company, and so much affected Mrs. Howe, that she fainted away: however, she soon recovered, when it was agreed that Dr. Rose and his wife, with the other gentlemen and ladies who were then at supper, should attend Mrs. Howe the next evening to the Birdcage Walk: they had not been there more than five or six minutes, when Mr. Howe came to them, and after saluting his friends, and embracing his wife, walked home with her, and they lived together in great harmony from that time to the day of his death. But the most curious part of my tale remains to be related." When Howe left his wife, they lived in a house in Jermyn-street, near St. James's church; he went no farther than to a little street in Westminster, where he took a room, for which he paid five or six shillings a week, and changing his name, and disguising himself by wearing a black wig, (for he was a fair man,) he remained in this habitation during the whole time of his absence. He had had two chil dren by his wife when he departed from her, who were both living 1 "I was very well acquainted with Dr. Rose, and he frequently entertained me with this remark. able story." London is the only place in all Europe where a man can find a secure retreat, or remain, if he pleases, many years unknown. If he pays constantly for his lodging, for his provisions, and for whatsoever else he wants, nobody will ask a question concerning him, or inquire whence he comes, or whither he goes. at that time: but they both died young in a few years after. 1 "I knew Salt, who related to me the particulars which I have here mentioned, and many others, which have escaped my memory." 2 "And yet I have seen him after his return addressing his wife in the language of a young bridegroom, And I have been assured by some of his most intimate friends, that he treated her during the rest of their lives with the greatest kindness and affection.” would never have returned to his wife, if the money which he took with him, which was supposed to have been £1000 or £2000, had not been all spent: and he must have been a good economist, and frugal in his manner of living, otherwise his money would scarce have held out; for I imagine he had his whole fortune by him, I mean what he carried away with him in money or bank bills, and daily took out of his bag, like the Spaniard in Gil Blas, what was sufficient for his expenses. WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763. THIS lover of rural life was born at the Leasowes, in Shropshire, in 1714, and was distinguished, even in childhood, for his love of reading and thirst for knowledge. He was first taught to read by an old village dame, whom he has immortalized in his poem after Spenser's manner, called "The SchoolMistress." He was sent to Pembroke College, Oxford, in 1732, where he con tinued his studies for ten years. Here he published, at intervals, his princi pal poems, which consist of elegies, odes, ballads, the "Judgment of Hercules," and several other pieces. In 1745 he went to reside on his paternal estate, to which he devoted all his time, talents, and capital, so that the Leasowes becanie, under his care, a perfect fairy-land. "Now," says Dr. Johnson, "was excited his delight in real pleasures, and his ambition of rural elegance: he began from this time to point his prospects, to diversify his surface, to entangle his walks, and to wind his waters; which he did with such judgment and such fancy, as made his little domain the envy of the great, and the admiration of the skilful; a place to be visited by travellers, and copied by designers." But all this was attended with great expense. He spent his estate in adorning it, and his death, which took place in 1763, was probably has tened by his anxieties.1 Besides his poems, he wrote "Essays on Men and Manners," which display much ease and grace of style, united to judgment and discrimination. "They have not the mellow ripeness of thought and learning of Cowley's essays, but they resemble them more closely than any others in our langua,e." "He is a pleasing writer," says Campbell, “both in his lighter and graver vein. His genius is not forcible, but it settles in mediocrity without meanness. But with all the beauties of the Leasowes in our minds, it may still be regretted, that, instead of devoting his whole soul to clumping beeches, and projecting mottoes for summer-houses, he had not gone more into living natur for subject, and described her interesting realities with the same fond and natural touches which give so much delightfulness to his portrait of THE SCHOOL-MISTRESS. Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn, To think how modest worth neglected lies; 1 See the fine piece of Goldsmith, entitled "History of a Pord's Garden." Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize: In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are sorely shent. And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which learning near her little dome did stow; Though now so wide its waving branches flow; Near to this dome is found a patch so green, On which the tribe their gambols do display; The noises intermix'd, which thence resound, Do learning's little tenement betray; Where sits the dame, disguised in look profound Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield: A russet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown; And think, no doubt, she been the greatest wight on ground. Yet these she challenged, these she held right dear: But there was eke a mind which did that title love. Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve, Hymned such psalms as Sternhold forth did mete; In elbow-chair, like that of Scottish stem By the sharp tooth of cankering eld defaced, To thwart the proud, and the submiss to raise; |