songs, "to be had gratis" in the Row:-be particular, however, in inquiring for the right Rowthe Hedge-row. Just as we had made up our mind who was the possessor of "the desirable copyright" of the words and music of this most interesting collection of old Natural Melodies, and having critically investigated the style of both, liked the unaffected simplicity of the one and the unlearned learning of the counterpoint of the other, we tumbled over a stile of another sort, and upon picking up ourselves, and looking where we were, guessed where we were, and there we were, upon the fifth common of our uncommonly Common pilgrimage-Wandsworth Common.

On we went, enjoying the fresh, cool, open scene, and the silence, only broken by birds-and the gloriously bright and warm sunset-and the loneliness for the only living thing we saw-the birds keeping themselves out of sight-was a brown spaniel doga rambling, meditative, humorous dog, like ourself. We looked all round, a circle of some miles, to see if he had a master anywhere thereabouts: no-he was alone: a melancholy Jaques, in a shaggy coat, going about upon all-fours! We did not interrupt the current of his cogitations, and let him pass. The Common was now all ours, and we enjoyed it: we were "monarchs of all we surveyed," and well to do, and well content. Getting off the Common at

last, we found we were in the right road- -one lined, on both sides, for a quarter of a mile, with beautiful dwarf-oaks, here and there interspersed with two or three poplars and some stately elms; but the oak is, par excellence-at least, I think so -the pastoral painter's tree. Look at its innumerable arms, and their graceful attitudes, and the undulating lines they make, and the broad wideness and handsome oneness of the whole, and you will say that it is the landscape-painter's tree. Look at it, and through it, especially at twilight, and you will see more of its beauty than you can behold in the common light of day. A little farther on, I was struck with the care which some one had taken of an old oak tree which grew aslant a pond, and would have tumbled into it, if its main limb had not been under-propped by a stedfast post, and its minor limbs bound up strongly, to support one another, with sheets of iron. Who had this reverence for the old tree, that they would not cut it down, but tended it like a deformed child or old man grown decrepit? I could not help thinking well of him.

On and on we went, and in no long time were again on Clapham Common, now grey with the gradually-deepening dusk of evening. But the birds were not yet abed-the cattle were still cropping the sheep were still bleating-the crows, vagrants like myself, were returning home, and

cawed and chattered in such inharmonious fashion as I should be loth to imitate when I wish to be listened to, as I do sometimes. The Common passed, that most enduring beast of burden, Adam's pad, trotted me safely, at a good pace, down the hill, past Stockwell, through Kennington, and I stepped down from my stirrups at my own humble door in ancient, archiepiscopal Lambeth, untired in mind, untired in limb, and not a whit the worse for all my travails. I used to think that the North side of London was "the ruralest"-to use a town-made idiom: after this day, and the scenery I have seen, I give up that old opinion as heretical, and shall, with Richard,

"Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow."

Now, gentle Reader, as you have listened to me so far, listen to me a minute longer, and answer me-Which is more pleasurable-more healthy, hearty, and even entertaining, a walk or a lazy, idling lounge up and down Regent-street, or such a walk and lounge as I have only half-described up and down hill and dale, and over common, and thorough weed"-I won't say wood-" and thorough brier?"—If you will not candidly speak out for the latter, I will: it shall have my voicea weak one-and my vote and interest. "Think of that, Master Brooke !"

SOME WHIMS OF MR. WAGGLE.

"WHO is Mr. Waggle?" the gentle reader will ask, and by that question shew too plainly that Mr. Waggle has not the honour of being known by them. Well, they cannot be expected to know everybody-" all the world and his wife" and family inclusive; but as it will really and truly be a pleasant task to me to introduce Mr. Waggle to the reader, and the reader to Mr. Waggle, I will do so at once, without further ceremony, because I am sure that they will be pleased to know so pleasant a fellow; and he, on his part, will feel equally happy in making their acquaintance, or more than that, if they like him in their hearts, which I hope-and, indeed, am sure-they will, as the dear old bachelor has many amiable points about him, besides his humour and his whims, and those are not unamiable-for he has almost the monopoly of being a "wit without offence," so rare a specimen of your wit!

The years of Mr. Waggle are, I should say,

Wilkes's favourite number-forty-five: he would not confess to so much if he was asked the important question, especially if a lady asked it: if a gentleman desired to know the important fact, he would not mince the matter, but speak out, and as he is a hearty young old bachelor enough, and has had the felicity of being guessed by good judges to be thirty-five when he is honestly at least ten years older, it is likely that he would exult not a little, and crow over the man who asked it, if he had not taken such good care of his forty-five good years as he had; and boastful of his black hair, ungrizzled-and his broad back, unstooping-and his stout arm, unfailing-and his legs, untiring as a horse's, (the admiration and envy of Bath Irish chairmen twenty years ago,) would cry "Yes, sir, I am forty-five," and, giving his stalwart thigh a loud explosive smack with his strong open hand, would add saucily, "and I don't care who hears me! The Widow' is welcome to that fact, if she desires to know it: or any other widow, if she is fair and forty. As for your widows of fifty and upwards, they are more particular in that particular, and must have a young fellow of fourand-twenty for their money." Mr. Waggle is not in the habit of bragging on any other personal point but this of his youthful looks and general sturdiness and strength: on all other subjects he is modest and moderate enough, but he