us of the dear absent one, "though lost to sight, &c." Which he has introduced at an enormous expense, with a beautiful To be obtained only at his Establishment. Price 10s. How considerate! he has invested enormous sums of money merely to benefit his fellow creatures; he hopes for no remuneration, so that they may be happy and have John Bright over their heads, "a sweet little cherub sitting aloft." And we may remark that this philanthropy is very prevalent in advertisements; it is truly pleasant to think that there are so many good people left in the world,—perhaps rather hard to believe, but still very gratifying. But here our task must stop, there are many might mention,—the Matrimonial, as others we ATRIMONY.-Two young Gentlemen, aged 24 and 27 each, in easy business circumstances, are desirous of meeting with suitable WIVES. They would like them to be domesticated, and also to possess a moderate number of accomplishments. Good looks would be some recommendation.-Write all particulars, enclosing Photographic Portrait, to W. L. K., Post Office, New Street. WA A ANTED, by a Widower, without incumbrance, a WIFE, also without incumbrance, who has a home. little plain woman, about sixty years of age, who has a small capital and an income of about £20. a year. The Advertiser is retired from business, and has an income of £60. a year.-Address, (post paid,) A.B.C., Post Office. Application to be made within a month. This Advertisement will not be repeated. The sentimental PAGE, under a Butler, or with one or two Ladies. Two years' excellent character. Wages not so much an object as a quiet situation. The interrogative Do you bruise your Oats?" Do you double up your Perambulators? Whiskers? And so on, but to detail every method, to insert half the amusing advertisements we have seen and collected, to speak of those advertising kings, Moses, Warren, Thorley, &c., &c., or to recount the enormous sums they spend annually would take up much more room than the public would admit of. Are they not written in the Quarterly Review ?* But if any of our readers would derive real amusement from the papers, if he grows weary of the Nine Hours Movement, and the Serpentine, let him take the Supplement to the Times, or better still to a country paper, and devote himself to the Advertising columns. E. * The Quarterly Review, vol. 97, contains an excellent article on Advertisements. THE summer is waning fast; cricketers are now making the most of every minute that is left; the Sixth Match has sent its shadow before it; the hours of cricket are numbered. A few more weeks and the solid, hard, and (when new), red ball will have given place to its big, (when new) yellow bounding brother; bats and pads will be stored away, and instead of an orderly well-arranged eleven, a clustering mass will be contending for supremacy. We are just at the time when the two games overlap one another, and so perhaps it may not be out of place to put in writing a few thoughts about them. Amongst Rugbeians cricket and football are the games. There is, to be sure, a time when neither is in season, and although we try to pass this tedious period by means of hare and hounds, steeple-chases, and other devices, we nevertheless feel that they are, after all, but makeshifts. Perhaps I am not doing justice to these interlopers, but if any one is disposed to quarrel with me for not having bestowed praise upon them, let him do this in his own mind and so be satisfied. He cannot expect an unfortunate wretch who never felt anything but the acutest misery when running to expatiate on the advantages of seeing the scenery, &c., as I have heard an enthusiastic neverto-be-winded runner do. all this, and pass on to interesting. Therefore, κάλλιστ ̓ ἐπαινῶ something more particularly Cricket has a longer reign than football. It is altogether a more diliberative game. It requires many of the same qualities as football, but it is not either so uniformly exciting nor such uniform hard work. It is an entirely English growth, and only Englishmen would ever think of playing such a game. We have heard of foreigners who, when they saw a grand match, declared it was one of the slowest things they had ever seen, in fact they could not understand it at all. An Englishman hearing this opinion has nothing more to say: he feels that argument would be useless with men who had such a lamentable want of appreciation. He knows better indeed, but like a sensible man, holds his tongue. If they cannot see the beauty of the game for themselves he is not going to try to show it to them. He certainly feels a sort of contemptuous sorrow; contemptuous, mind you, for has a foreigner any right to refuse to praise our national game? Certainly not, and so he passes on; and anxiously and approvingly looks at the defence of one renowned batsman (by the bye it is the slowness of the defence that any but Englishmen cannot appreciate) the "hit" of another, and feels thankful that such a game is so general in all England. Why, sir," he exclaims, "what is there it does not teach you? Patience, good-temper, caution, everything in fact that makes a man. Look how the eleven are working together; how at once they are self-reliant and obedient." "Yes," replies an objector, "but is not this rather a game for only the great players? do you think the inferior ones make so much out of it?" "Of course they do," is the indignant reply. "Do you suppose I could praise a game that is only a game for the swells ?' Look at a great school we know of, and you will see how cunningly they all manage to be always playing some match or other. First, there are 'foreign matches' in which the first Eleven' play; then 'Big Sides,' in which the Eleven' and 'Twenty-two;' besides this each house has an Eleven,' 'below the Eleven and Twenty-two;' and another (wheels within wheels) 'below below Eleven and Twenty-two.' Again, there are first, second, and third Elevens,' nay, I have heard of a fourth, in some houses." 'Well, well," the satisfied objector returns, "You certainly have made out a good case for your favourite pastime." Having thus praised one game sufficiently, we will go to another. 66 Its Football is the Rugby game par excellence. existence is short, lasting little over two months, but while in, it is very busy indeed. It is if possible, a still more English game than cricket, and calls forth every quality of which Englishmen are most proud. No other nation in the world would inflict on one another the pain which we inflict in football, and as we do, take a delight in giving and receiving our due share of honourable scars. We can imagine a Frenchman exclaiming, after sharing in the game for some time, "Why, sare, I tell you he did kick me with his boot." Englishman, smiling, "Oh yes, barked you." Irate Frenchman, "Barked me, sare, do you say ? you may well say barked, for this is a game only fit for dogs, for bull-dogs." But the Englishman at this smiles still more benignly, for in his great heart he has a wonderful respect and admiration for that most disreputable-looking animal, which is seen sometimes following closely the heels of a most disreputable character, knowing, as he does, that he is himself frequently very like the brute, surly, courageous, indomitable. Therefore the intended sarcasm does not cut him so deeply as the other wished, in fact rather pleases him. Having said thus much about the two games, I shall leave them to take care of themselves, and very good care they will take, judging by the enthusiasm with which cricket is played and football fought. LIFE. ONCE again I wander up High Street, and gaze on the familiar scene. The old houses are gone, the thatched cottages have given place to more pretentious buildings, and a Town Hall has usurped the position of the old |