ral stock in trade. By their fashion of wearing their hair, you may get at their politics. The Bonapartist is known by a short bristly mustache and staring hair; la Jeune France is represented by young gentlemen wearing their hair clubbishly, after the fashion of the Jacobins; these posteriorly hirsute gentry are republicans to a man; partizans of the existing dynasty wear whiskers à la Louis Philippe, and cut the mustache; the Legitimists may at once be recognised by dressing like gentlemen. "Parlons donc de la guerre?--Vill you bring me une demi-tasse café, et von grande circonference de toast, buttered on de von side and de oder? le grosse bête, Louis Philippe !Ah! Bah!-Mon Dieu-Sacre bleu Ha! Ha!-have you never got two pennies to give me for von halfpenny? à bas les tyrans !-dem bad café! -apropos de bottes, parlons devous le trouverez, j'en vous assure, la Société d'Assasins du Roi, hommes pleins d'honneur-shall it rain yesterday? I tink it vash-le grosse The avocations of these capillary poire, Louis Phil-Sacre nom deperipatetics are mysterious, and not Too-too, my littel deer, vill you not to be got at without difficulty. It is to give me von littel kiss?-he! he! he! be feared, that the commodities they -Chantons-tira la la-tira la la!— deal in are chiefly contraband, and, Savez vous, mon ami que la Republic like themselves, very much in the toujours parbleu que le dindon fancy line; artificial flowers, ladies of farcée aux truffes c'est la belle chose. pleasure, rouge, rouge et noir, smug-0 Ciel! L'Empereur n'etait pas gled lace, loaded dice, Chantilly veils, mort, ni serait-il jamais-quatre sous fiddle-strings, gamesters, or-molu pour cette demi-tasse of nasty caféclocks, and Chevaliers d'Industrie. c'est épouvantable, tira la la !—Le The habitat of the animal, as natura- National aujourd'hui dit, que Malists would say, lies almost altogether dame Munoz c'est-quelle aille aux about the Quadrant, Waterloo Place, tous les diables !-N'importe, I have and Leicester Square, especially the paid for you to-morrow before yeslatter, where Hotels Françaises and terday-Shikspur, bah! le Grand Cafés à la mode de Paris abound, and Corneille était le seul homme du where may be had diners à la carte, monde, qui-tira la la, tira la la!— vins a tous prix, and pain à discretion. regardez-vous le diaphanisme de ce Hereabouts, moreover, are most of morceau de pain- Angleterre c'est, those inferior gambling-houses, or sans doute, vilain pays pour la mu"silver hells," where so many young sique et la danse-bring me le change, men about town get relieved of their trois sous, von halfpenny two pennies superfluous cash; houses of no particular reputation, cigar-shops, where other commodities than cigars are saleable we presume you smoke; cheap gun shops, trinkum-trankum shops; salacious book and print shops, thorns in the side of the suppression of vice society; small shellfish shops, and equivocal emporia of every description. In the coffee-houses about this Frenchified neighbourhood, the gentlemen we have been introducing to the reader abound in such numbers, as to make it necessary to set aside a "petty France" in each, for their particular accommodation. Here, under the auspices of a "Napoleon le Grand" in plaster of Paris, crowned with a wreath of immortelles, they play dominoes, smoke, and read the Charivari, L'Ami du Peuple, and Le National; and may be heard any night of the week, especially on Sundays, discussing politics and things in general, somewhat in the manner and form following, that is to say: Vive la Charte!-Ecoutez, demidouzaine huitres de Carcale-bontrois plats au choix-très bon-Vive la Revolution Eternelle !- A bas Louis Phillipe et les proprietaires de tous les Cafès de quatre sous!-Hi! hi!- J'en suis d'accorde-I prescribe to dat"-and so run they on until the hour of shutting shop. ITALIANS do not muster sufficiently strong here to enable us to depict their peculiarities en masse; nor is there any very striking individuality, still less any marked nationality, giving them particular claims upon our notice. The privation of a national character never fails to have a bad effect upon the character of the individual; it is not merely upon the nation that oppression marks its brand of ignominy, but upon every man, woman, and child, belonging to the nation, which is enslaved. When a people no longer boasts national interests, their pride takes fire at the expense of their fellow countrymen of the next province-and thus it is with Italy the Milanese looks with dislike upon the Venetian, the Venetian despises the Bolognese, the latter shuns comparison with the serfs of the Church. The Calabrian Highlander abhors the cowardly ragamuffinry of the two Sicilies, although reluctantly submitting to their dominion. The Florentine, rich in the fertility of his exhaustless soil, and supplied abundantly with the necessaries of existence, pities and despises the other children of fair Italy. Yet Italy must ever assert her supremacy. Rome, once mistress of the world, still asserts the shadow of a sacerdotal sovereignty, triple crowned, seated upon her seven hills; forwarding legions of priests, monks, and friars to every corner of the habitable globe, and ever striving to reconquer the spiritual domination she once exercised over ignorant unreasoning men. Italy, once glorious in the songs of Horace and Virgil, and again in the strains of Dante and Ariosto, now, alas! glorifies herself in the flexile trills of a cantalizing Signora, and finds her greatest and most renowned son within the girdle that embraces the vast circumference of the large Lablache. From the empire of the Cæsars, they have descended to the supremacy of cameo cutters-from the Metelli, we stoop to contemplate Mosaics-workers in tufa replace the Tarquins-Palladio is represented by artificers in cork -Dante and Petrarch by the jingling improvisatori-the legions of the empire by multitudes of friars and priests -Michael Angelo is a man of alabaster images-Raphael the "divine," a copier of old masters for the American market. Thus, mighty, powerful, glorious Britain, might it one day be with thee and thy sons-if thy sons consented basely to survive thy fall; then might the representatives of thy masterspirits exhibit penny shows in the streets of foreign cities, and spout doggerel verses at the corners; then might thy merchant princes wander, pedlars of petty wares, from clime to clime; then might thy nobility let lodgings, furnished and unfurnished, and thy daughters go forth dancing women and singing women into all lands; then may thy national glory be represented by chaplets, wreathing the heads of prima donna Johnson, or contralto Smith; then may thy effeminate seamen creep the along shore, and give old ocean his own again; then may thy traffic lie in dancing-masters, sausages, brimstone, bulls and excommunications; then may the men of Kent find their poor ambition in reviling the men of Northumberland-the Yorkshireman and the Cornish man swear eternal enmity; this living without life, this non-existent existence, can never be thy lot; if degradation is to come, death must lead the procession, and whoever would enslave us, must en. slave us in our graves; the good ship Old England has weathered many a tough gale, and will weather many more than we shall live to fight against. If, in the revolutions of empires, our day of decline must come, historians of the future will record of once mighty England-she broke who never bent-she sank who never would succumb-she left no willing slaves memorials of her shame; like one of the guardian giants that once prowled along her coast, she fought to the last, as often she had fought before, against the aggregated might of hostile nations; with colours nailed to the mast, she gloriously descended into the bosom of her subject deep, while the blaze of parting light that heralded her rest, lives along the wave, a terror and a warning to all nations! There is a patrimony in pride of country—let other nations live as they may, when thou art lost-thou pa. rent of noble enterprize, thou nurse of manly virtue-let us die, as we have lived, together! If the native of Italy possesses no national pride, neither has he that flippant, cocksparrow-like licentiousness of manner characteristic of your modern Gaul; those poor men who carry about the streets of London casts in plaster of Paris, are remarkable for good-humour, courtesy, and patient endurance of hardship, hunger, and fatigue. THE SAVOYARDS are noted as the monopolists of our out-of-door's mu sic-the minstrels of the streets and lanes, the grinders of our extrinsic harmony; hateful are they in the sight of porters of Inns of Court, and much beloved of little children and nursery maids: frumpish old maids and bitter batchelors, who have no music in their souls, drive them away rudely from their inhospitable doors; but tender mothers, with many little ones, welcome them on each returning Saturday with halfpennies, crusts, and cheese-parings, pitying them, wanderers far from their friends and native land; while circumhabitant infancy and childhood congregate around the smiling minstrel, melted by the pathetic cadences of "All round my hat," or stimulated to saltatory exercitations by the toe-andheel-inspiriting air of "Jump Jim Crow." Their little rotund chubby faces beaming with smiles; the poor grinder, though hungry, perchance, or cold, responding to their merriment with a hop, skip, and jump, an accompanying whistle, and a good-humoured grin; the affectionate mothers in the background looking on with that look of mingled pride and tenderness, the mother's own expression-make a picture we often stop and gaze at, wishing for the pencil of a Wilkie. The Savoyards, among whom, by the way, are comprised Tyrolese, Genoese, Sardinians, and Italians proper, have their ambitions like other men; one is happy in the possession of a pair of white mice-another glorified in the tricks of a mischievous monkey; all grades of mechanical music belong to them, from the discordant hurdygurdy to the organ imitative of a full band. The ne plus ultra of their art,, however, is the conduct of their "comedie," as they call it, which, being interpreted, meaneth no more or less than the puppet-show. The popularity of these exhibitions, though considerable, never rises to that height of enthusiasm wherewith our populace receive the immortal Punch, now naturalized in our northern clime, and, to the manner of the people, adapted, if not born. The poor Savoyards are eminently gregarious, huddling together in narrow courts and alleys on the northern side of Holborn, whence you may see them set out in groups, on Sunday mornings, for Primrose Hill, Hampstead, and Highgate, where, in the shady woods or sunny meadows, they idle away the livelong summer's day, indulging in fond remembrances of their far distant mountain home, and laying up in their pulmonary apparatus, as much fresh air as serves them for the week ensuing. It is truly miraculous how those poor creatures make out life, paying, as they do, extortionate sums for the use of their music mills, to those who make a trade of letting them out for hire, faring hard, ill-lodged, and exposed to all weathers; yet do they struggle on in the hope of saving a few pounds, wherewith to support their aged parents, or settle themselves for life in the pleasant valleys they have left behind. SPANIARDS we see little of in London; they form a very minute fraction of the adventuring foreigners who swell our full tide of existence. Incapable from character and habit of exertions of trifling ingenuity, and from the long and destructive wars that have desolated their country, indifferent to trade, manufacture, or commerce, they have neither great nor petty business to attract them here. The wine, cork, fruit, and cigar trades, occupy a few merchants of no great note in the city; a few obtain a precarious subsistence by teaching their language, or the guitar; they have no peculiarities to distinguish them from other continental foreigners, except it may be the high feeling, grave deportment, and formal politesse, characteristic of their nation; whenever you meet a Spaniard in London, you may be sure, whether he be poor or rich, you come in contact with a gentleman. GERMANS we have in abundance: musicians, teachers of languages, clockmakers, bookbinders, and artizans of various descriptions: mute, inglorious Stulzes in great numbers, attracted hither by the uncontrollable propensity of our indigenous snips to indulge in the striking absurdity of "strikes." By the way, our native-born artizans of all sorts, give every encouragement to the inundation of swarms of foreigners, by reckless indulgence in suicidal combination against their employers, not seeing that every recurring "strike" brings into the labourmarket hundreds of interlopers, who cannot so easily be got rid of, thus lowering the wages of the home artizan, and spreading distress among our humbler population. Your German in London resembles your German any where else; heavy, dunder-headed, gross, beer-and-'bacco-bemuzzed individual, but dogged and steady at his work, patient, and generally trustworthy. AMERICANS are to be found in the commercial quarters of our world, but by no means in the numbers they contribute to Liverpool, where they may be found at every evening party. As we do not in these papers intend to inflict upon the reader descriptions of that which we have not had leisure and opportunity to contemplate, we cannot undertake to describe the American in England. Once, and only once, had we an opportunity of contemplating the native-born Yankee, at the hospitable board of a commercial acquaintance in the city. The biped was certainly curious,, we might say unique: though, as we have said, we cannot undertake to describe the species, we make no scruple of identifying the individual, in the hope that our Zoological Society may secure the animal without loss of time. The genius in question was attired in an amorphous blue coat, with huge brass buttons, a flaming vest, profusion of projected shirt and double ruffle, boots shaped like fire-buckets, nankeen unwhisperables fluttering about his limbs, resembling a purser's couple of shirts on a couple of handspikes, a white neckcloth with loose tie, and a churn-shaped castor under his arm. At first, we concluded he must be lunatic, but felt relieved upon hearing that he was only republican. He ate much, drank deep, talked loud. ly and incessantly: his topics were varied, and, as we thought, somewhat - tinctured with incongruity: from one subject he rattled to another, dogmatizing and soliloquizing: "free and independent-niggers; rights of man -Lynch law fourth of July-slave breeding civil and religious liberty -tar and feathers: John Tyler-Jim Crow (these he called great menthe latter may be)-corn-laws-loafers shin plasters-Van Buren: Congress-locofocos: civilization - Kentucky: ex- President Adams, and the puddings made of Cobbett's corn and treacle, which said Adams had every day for dinner: General Jackson clam soup: canvass backs-Governor Biddle," and so on, from the beginning of the fish to the end of the Madeira. On the retirement of the ladies, this extraordinary mammal called for brandy and cigars; which, being forthwith provided, he proceeded to imbibe and exhale, talking from between his teeth in a high nasal tone, expectorating, at short intervals, betwixt the bars of the grate, with the preci. sion of a Chickasaw rifleman. The impression produced upon the company by the conduct and conversation of this sample of transatlantic humanity, appeared to be unqualified disgust with Christopher Colombus for having discovered America, and a general inclination to take refuge with the ladies. We should be sorry indeed to suppose that this remarkable item represented his nation; on the contrary, we imagine him to have been a living caricature of the American citizen, who is no doubt modest, wellbred, Christian-like, and sensible, as becomes his British origin. These ridiculous stories of Lynch law, tar and feathers, John Tylers and Jim Crows, we take to be merely little imaginary extravaganzas, in which men will at times indulge, who know that the listener must travel four thou sand miles to be able to contradict them. THE HEBREW NATION next claims a share of our attention, as representing the most numerous, important, and wealthy body of distinct people in London. It may be considered strange that we should include our notice of the Jews under the head of foreigners in London, since they are our fellow-countrymen, and fellowcitizens, as Sir Moses Montefiori and Sir David Solomons (by the way; Sir Moses has an oddity of sound about it, reminding us of the father of chemistry, and brother of the Earl of Cork) can abundantly testify. Yet, when we reflect that this most ancient, curious, and surpassingly interesting people, not only refuse to mingle or amalgamate with us, but maintain, with inflexible perseverance, not merely their religious tenets, but their distinctive character as a nation, we may be excused from classing a people so foreign in fact, if not in law, under our present division. Whether we are right in so doing, or wrong, makes no matter; we have told the reader that we cannot be answerable for exact classification; besides, what with the cold of this attic wherein we now write, fire gone out, and nobody to fetch a bundle of wood to re-light it, nothing in the house for dinner but the heel of a twopenny loaf and half an onion, and without either money or credit, it is no wonder we should put the Jews to bed with the Christians in our hurry. In the mean time, we must just step to the public-house over the way, warm our toes and fancy, and score, if we can, a half-pint of beer till Magazine day (albo dignum saxo notandi) comes round again. The man who can look a Jew full in the face (we do not allude to Slo man, or any other of the Hebrew fraternity of bums, fellows that we cannot bear to contemplate otherwise than at the top of our speed,) without perusing in his oval phiz, high, pale forehead, dark, deep-set, flashing eye, a volume of the romance of history more eloquent than Josephus ever writ, must have no more association in his pate than a block of the New Patent Timber Paving Company. Talk of pedigrees, forsooth!—tell us of the Talbots, Percys, Howards, and such like mushrooms of yesterday !— show us a Jew, and we will show you a man whose genealogical tree springs from Abraham's bosom-whose family is older than the Decalogue, and who bears incontrovertible evidence in every line of his oriental countenance, of the authenticity of his descent through myriads of successive generations. You see in him a living argument of the truth of Divine revelation-in him you behold the literal fulfilment of the prophecies. With him you ascend the stream of time, not voyaging by the help of the dim, uncertain, and fallacious light of tradition, but guided by an emanation of the same light, which, to his nation, was" a cloud by day, and a pillar of fire by night;" in him you see the representative of the once favoured people of God, to whom, as to the chosen of all mankind, He revealed himself their legislator, protector, and king; who brought them out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. "Israelites," as Saint Paul saith, "to whom pertaineth the adoption, and the glory, and the covenants, and the giving of the law, and the service of God, and the promises: whose are the fathers, and of whom as concerning the flesh, Christ came, who is over all, God blessed for ever. Amen." You behold him established, as it were for ever, in the pleasant places allotted him: you trace him by the peculiar mercy of his God in his transition states from bondage to freedom; and by the innate depravity of his human nature, from prosperity to insolence, ingratitude, and rebellion: following him on, you find him the serf of Rome; you trace him from the smouldering ashes of Jerusalem, an outcast and a wanderer to all lands: the persecutor of Christ, you find him the persecuted of Christians, bearing all things, suffering all things, strong in the pride of human knowledge, stiffnecked and gainsaying, hoping all things, "For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose Israel, and set them in their own land: and the strangers shall be joined with them, and they shall cleave to the house of Jacob. And the people shall take them, and bring them to their place: and the house of Israel shall possess them in the land of the Lord, for servants and handmaids; and they shall take them captive whose captives they were; and they shall rule over their oppressors." The associations connected with the history of the Jews are oppressive in interest, and would lead us far away from the humble and unpretending picture of manners we have proposed to limn in our homely Dutch-like way; he who would bring out in colours of truth and nature the romance of Jewish history, must be the Raphael, not the Teniers, of the pen. When you are awoke early in the morning by the reiterated cry of "Old Clo"-or when the cunning little Isaac, who frequents our court, seduces all the good housewives to their doors and windows by the dulcet strains of his accordion, only to poke them into an exchange of a pair of discarded unwhisperables for a soup plate, soap dish, or some other article of his miscellaneous crockery-you have no idea of Jews or Judaism in London you must pack up your traps, make under our experienced tutelage a voyage into the East by 'buss or cab, and when we have shown you the Hebrew quartier, and initiated you into many of the peculiarities of Hebrew life, if you do not conclude the day by treating us to a jolly "blow out" at the Albion in Bishopsgate, then art thou indeed a very Jew-a Haman, upon whom Mordecai (me ipso teste) will take unutterable revenges. The Jewish quarter, then, is bounded to the north by High Street, Spittalfields-to the east by Middlesex Street, popularly known and called Petticoat Lane-to the south by Leadenhall Street, Aldgate, and the hither end of Whitechapel-to the west by Bishopsgate Street, where we are engaged to dine at the Albion aforesaid. This is literally the New Jerusalem: here we Christians are foreigners, strangers in a strange land: here, over the doors, are inscribed pot hooks and vowel points, indicative, to those who understand them, that Moses Abrahams furnisheth "slops" for home consumption and exportation-this we naturally conclude to be the meaning from the |