in the hands of the tenant, merely with the
intent that they shall remain on the premises, or
with a view of having labour and skill bestowed
upon them." In the former case, he goes on to
say, they are not privileged; in the latter they
are; and as the primary intent of sending a
horse to livery, is, that it should remain on
the premises, it is distrainable. Such wearing
apparel as is not in actual use is distrainable;
but, as my Lord Kenyon has decided that a
landlord could seize the clothes of his tenant's
wife and children while they were in bed or
being washed, Blank would have to sleep in his
boots should he and his landlord ever arrive at
the question of distraint, and he be anxious to
preserve those articles of apparel.

One more precautionary warning to Mr. Blank.
He must be careful to see that the house which
he and Mrs. B. select as their residence, is in a
good, habitable condition, before he commits
himself to the signing either of lease or agreement.
In one instance in the books, a gentleman
having taken a house for three years, vacated it
the day after he had taken possession, and
refused again to occupy it. The reason given for
this summary evacuation was, as stated in his
plea, "that the house was not in a reasonable,
fit, and proper state or condition for habitation
or dwelling therein, by reason of the same being
greatly infested, swarmed, and overrun with
noxious, stinking, and nasty insects called
bugs." Notwithstanding this unhappy condition
of the premises, the court decided that the
gentleman should pay the rent according to his
agreement: stating, that when an unfurnished
house was let, "there was no contract implied
by law that it was, at the time of the demise or
should be at the commencement of the term, in
a reasonable, fit, and proper condition for
habitation." "When parties," said Lord Wensleydale,
in delivering the judgment of the court,
"mean that a lease is to be void on account of
unfitness of the premises for the subject for
which they are intended to be used, they should
express their meaning."

As a general rule, whatever is annexed to the
soil of land belonging to another man, becomes
the property of the owner of the soil. But,
the law will allow Mr. Blank to remove any
chattels he has put up in his house and premises,
which can be taken away without damaging the
freehold. As, for example, bookcases, ornamental
chimney-pieces, window-blinds, grates,
stoves, coffee-mills, jacks, clock-cases, ovens,
and many other things too numerous to mention.
If, however, he should have built a conservatory
upon a brick foundation, and communicating with
rooms in the house, the law will not permit him
to remove that. Nor can he (unless he be a
market gardener or nurseryman: in either of
which cases they would be deemed trade
fixtures) carry off his favourite flowers from the
garden.

The law is rather uncertain as to the time
during which a tenant may remove fixtures.
According to the old authorities, he was obliged to
remove them during the term, but latterly it
appears to be a recognised principle of law that
this may be done after the term if he have not
quitted possession: always provided that such
possession be lawful. In a recent case, a tenant
having held over beyond his term, and not
removed his fixtures, the landlord let the premises
to a new tenant. The new tenant entered into
possession, and would not allow the fixtures to
be removed, and the question coming before
the court, he was held to be quite justified in so
doing.

ROBERT BLAKE,
GENERAL-AT-SEA.

OUR Happy Warrior! of a race
    To whom are richly given
Great glory and peculiar grace
    Because in league with Heaven.
Not that the mortal course they trod
    Was free from briar and thorn;
Who bears the arrow mark of God,
    Must first the wound have borne.

O like a Sailor Saint was he,
    Our Sea-king! grave and sweet
In temper after victory,
    Or cheerful in defeat;
And men would leave their quiet home
    To follow in his wake,
And fight in fire, or float in foam,
    For love of Robert Blake.

Like that drumhead of Zitska's skin,
    Thrills his heroic name,
And how the salt-sea-sparkle in
    Us, flashes at his fame!
His picture in our hearts' best books
    Still keeps its pride of place,
From which a noble spirit looks
    With an unfading face;

A face as of an Angel, who
    Might live his Boyhood here!
And yet how deadly grand it grew,
    When Wrong drew darkening near.
All ridged, and ready trench'd for war,
    The fair frank brow was bent.
Then flash'd like sudden scimitar,
    The lion lineament.

Behold him, with his gallant band,
    On leagured Lyme's red beach.
Shoulder to shoulder, see them stand,
    At Taunton in the breach.
Safe through the battle shocks he went,
    With sword-sweep stern and wide;
Strode the grim heaps as Death had lent
    Him his White Horse to ride.

"Give in! our toils you cannot break;
    The Lion is in the net!
Famine fights for us." "No," said Blake,
    "My boots I have not ate."
He smiled across the bitter cup;
    He gripped his good Sword-heft:
"I should not dream of giving up
    While such a meal is left."

Where trumpets blow and streamers flow,
    Behold him, calm and proud,
Bear down upon his bravest foe,
    A bursting thunder-cloud.
Foremost of all the host that strove
    To crowd Death's open door,
In giant mood his way he clove,
    The Man to go before.