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parents, under such trying circumstances. His youth and misfortune claimed her sympathy, and she lamented that so young a man as Watson was stated to be, should be hunted from place to place, like a wild beast, with the whole country as it were in arms against him, and a price set upon his head.

After indulging in such expressions of compassion as her sympathy suggested, she exclaimed, "Ah, poor young man, if he were at our house, he would be safe enough!" little dreaming these very words would so soon place herself and family in so 'trying a position. After some further conversation on the same subject, she left, and pursued her way to the City.

Moggridge during his absence from home, had, it appeared by the merest chance, (for he had not seen that person above three times in the space of seven years), called on Mr. Evans, the before-named friend of Young Watson.

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The sight of Moggridge called forth from Mr. Evans an exclamation of joy, and he cried, "By heaven, Moggridge, you are the very man we want.' He then explained to him the critical position of Young Watson, and wished to know if he would give him shelter and protection, as he was in great jeopardy in his present abode. Moggridge however declined giving the required asylum, for many reasons, but said he would make inquiries, and let Mr. Evans know in the evening.

On Moggridge's return home he mentioned to his wife what had passed, and at the same time entered into consultation with her as to whom they could apply for the necessary protection. They found great difficulty in this, as also in the selection of one whom they could confide so important a secret to, as the search for Young Watson was untiring, and officers, or spies, were placed at the corner of almost every street. The large reward too offered for his apprehension, as likewise for his concealer-rendered the task of sheltering him a matter of no small difficulty, as it involved such imminent danger to the person protecting him. Whilst deliberating as to whom they could place confidence in, or of anyone who would incur so great a peril, Moggridge's wife told her husband that Mrs. Holl had called about one of her son's clothes not having been sent home, at the same time repeated the words she had uttered to the effect that if he were in her house

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he would be safe enough.' Moggridge no sooner heard these words than he immediately resolved to go to Mr. Holl (who on account of his absence from all political agitation, had never

crossed his mind), and proposed to him the shelter of this unhappy young man.

Without delay he made his way to Bayham Street, Camden Town, then almost surrounded by fields, where Mr. Holl resided, and after some little preface, he explained the unhappy situation of Young Watson, and asked Mr. Holl if he would give him the shelter and protection he stood so much in need of.

This request was not a little startling, as Mr. Holl had no knowledge of any of the parties mentioned in this narrative, and had only heard their names as given through the medium of the daily prints; and more than all, he deprecated the violence which had led to such unhappy results. The preservation of a fellowcreature was however asked at his hands, and, spite of the dangers which might beset him, he at once consented to receive Young Watson under his roof.

It is not our intention to dwell too largely upon the merits of this act, or of the imprudence which hazarded, by devotion for a stranger's good, the welfare of wife and children. Suffice it, the promise was given, and though the prudent may condemn, the generous must uphold so strong an instance of high feeling and humanity-for be it understood Mr. Holl took no part whatever in the political agitation of the day. He looked upon this young man as a rash enthusiast, whose folly might deserve a whipping, but whose indiscretion hardly deserved so black a sentence as that the law held out. Life was at stake, and he at once put all selfish, perhaps prudent, considerations out of his mind, and was governed only by the dictates of his heart. His word was pledged, and he never broke it.

Mrs. Holl had not yet returned-no time was to be lost, and her husband had too much confidence in her good faith and approval of an act of humanity to wait her sanction. Permitting neither difficulties nor danger to influence his better feelings, he proposed they should go immediately, to Mr. Evans and conclude their arrangements at once. Accompanied by Moggridge, he proceeded to Newcastle Street, Strand, where Mr. Evans resided. Not wishing to be seen, Mr. Holl waited in Stanhope Street, while Moggridge went to the house. After some twenty minutes' delay, he returned, accompanied by Mr. Evans, whom he introduced to Mr. Holl; few words were exchanged; but in that brief discourse it was arranged that Young Watson should be removed to his new abode the following evening.

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Mr. Evans upon this proceeded to Carr's house in Tottenham Court Road, and informed him of the shelter proposed for him.. This was gratefully accepted, and the friends mutually congratulated each other on so happy an escape from present danger and difficulty, and trusted, that as Mr. Holl, who was an entire stranger to them, was not politically known, that Young Watson under his roof might find a safe and happy refuge from the increasing difficulties of his position.

The next evening Moggridge by appointment again went to Mr. Evans, and was conducted by him to Mr. Carr's house. Here for the first time he saw Young Watson and Thistlewood. This was between eight and nine o'clock on the 17th of December. After taking an affectionate leave of his friends, and of his generous preserver, Carr, and being disguised in the best way, Young Watson left the house in company with Evans and Moggridge for Mr. Holl's house at Camden Town.

Another instance of the good fortune which seemed to attend this young man's steps, and increase the number of his escapes, is evidenced by the following. Some hours previous to his removal, a Mr. Mackenzie, and a Mr. Perring, called upon Mr. Carr, where they remained in conversation until within a short time prior to Young Watson's departure, although without the slightest knowledge of his being in the house. It will be remembered that Carr's house was strictly watched, and every person passing to and fro, was an object at once of suspicion and regard. Mr. Mackenzie was the first to depart, and as it appears, was followed by the scouts stationed on the outside, to his own house in the neighbourhood of the New Road, Paddington. It is also supposed that after watching Mr. Mackenzie home, they must have returned to their post, and on Mr. Perring's leaving some time after, followed him to his residence in Chelsea. It is not a little strange that Mr. Mackenzie's and Perring's houses were searched the next day! During the absence of these scouts, as though they had purposely quitted their posts, Young Watson left the house, and was conducted to Bayham Street, Camden Town, where he was received with the greatest kindness by Mr. and Mrs. Holl.

All trace of him was now completely lost; and such was the secresy observed upon the occasion, that even his preserver, Carr, never knew, nor wished to know where Young Watson was conducted; and it was expressly understood, under the most solemn assurances, that neither Moggridge, nor Mr. Evans, should

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mention his new abode, or the name of his protector! chain of communication was now broken. The bird had taken wing, and the sharp eyes of the police failed to mark his coming down! Every art, every possible plan had been contrived to ensnare him, and now, when almost within their net, he again escaped.

He arrived at Mr. Holl's at half-past nine on the night of the 17th of December, 1816, where he remained until the 5th of March, 1817. Another extraordinary instance of Young Watson's good fortune must here be mentioned-Mr. Carr's house was searched only two days after Watson's removal.

H. HOLL

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AN INFIRMARY FUNERAL. THE MORTAL AND

THE IMMORTAL.

A HIRELING's eye

Unlovingly had watched her :-no one grieved
When the poor, suffering, lonely one had heaved
Her last, sad sigh.

A rusty pall

Scarce hid her coffin from the public sight,

With its broad, crumpled fold of tarnished white;
And that was all!

No mourner near;

Bearers in work-soiled clothes, with careless tread,
Hurried the cold one to her silent bed,

Without a tear.

Earth mourns her not,

And mingles with its dust her mouldering clay :
Her spirit wakens to immortal day—

And heeds it not.

No sighs above!

Life kindles every sense and power to joy;
With angels, praise will be her glad employ,

For God is love!

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CLUB-CROTCHETS AND CHEAP COMFORTS:

BEING

CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE WHITTINGTON FUND.

No. II.-THE GUESTS.

WHAT was said a month ago, with regard to the House of the Cheap Club, touched matters of finance and fancy.—What I am about to offer with regard to the guests who may assemble therein, is an affair of greater consequence-inasmuch as it is a question of feelings and not furniture.

The present happens to be, whimsically enough, the moment of moments, when Election arrangements are the topic. But the Popular Representative, and the cooperator in our scheme of comfort and enlightened pleasure, stand on a totally different basis must be chosen on diametrically opposite grounds. The man who is to speak for us, must be Whig, if we are Whig :-Tory, if we are Tory:-Starvationist, if we, too, desire our neighbours' famine :--and Puseyite, if, loving Romanism, we have still not courage to show our adherence thereunto manfully. The man who

is to live with us, need be none of these things: unless we intend to assert our own Pedantry, or Bigotry, as final. Earnestness and intolerance, however, frequently forced into harness together, are not inevitably yoke-fellows. "Live and let live," cannot mean "Live and make live"! save with a class of persons as much out of place in a popular assembly, as the Grand Inquisitor, or the Head of the Jesuits, would be in the pulpit of genial, familiar Rowland Hill's Chapel.

Let me then, hope, that there is one utensil which will rarely be seen within the "borders" of the Whittington Club, however sanctioned by West-End usage-I mean, a Black Ball. To explain, however;-A candidate of known quarrelsome habits, (though, even in this, let every one beware of giving scope to the Scandalmonger!) or whose fixed idea of "going to bed mellow," as the song says, makes him apt to run against more staid and sober citizens, Malay fashion:-must, of course, be spared such opportunities of disturbance as our large and peaceable party could

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