bushels of the same, by a table, water-bottle,
tumbler, and money-taker, and delivered
lectures calling on her sex to mount the
medal—pledge themselves, with three times
three, never to behold a human being in
danger of drowning without putting off in a
boat to that human being's aid—and enrol
themselves Darlings, one and all.

We had it in our contemplation, in beginning
these remarks, to suggest to the troops
under the command of Mrs. Colonel Bloomer,
that their prowess might be usefully directed
to the checking, rather than to the encouragement,
of masquerade attire. As for example,
we observe a certain sanctimonious waistcoat
breaking out among the junior clergy of this
realm, which we take the liberty to consider
by far the most incensing garment ever cut:
calculated to lead to breaches of the peace,
as moving persons of a temperament open
to aggravating influences, to seize the collar
and shake off the buttons. Again, we cannot
be unmindful of the popularity, among others
of the junior clergy, of a meek, spare, large-
buttoned, long-skirted, black frock coat,
curiously fastened at the neck round a
smooth white band; two ordinary wearers
of which cassock we beheld, but the other
day, at a Marriage Ceremony whereunto we
had the honor to be bidden, mysteriously and
gratuitously emerge during the proceedings
from a stage-door near the altar, and
grimly make motions at the marriage-party
with certain of their right-hand fingers,
resembling those which issued from the
last live Guy Fawkes whom we saw carried
in procession round a certain public place
at Rome. Again, some clerical dignitaries
are compelled (therefore they are to be
sympathised with, and not condemned) to wear
an apron: which few unaccustomed persons
can behold with gravity. Further, Her
Majesty's Judges at law, than whom a class
more worthy of all respect and honor does
not live, are required on most public
occasions, but especially on the first day of
term, to maintain an elevated position behind
little desks, with the irksome consciousness
of being grinned at in the Cheshire manner
(on account of their extraordinary attire) by
all comers.

Hence it was that we intended to throw
out that suggestion of possible usefulness to
the Bloomer forces at which we have
sufficiently hinted. But on second thoughts we
feel no need to do so, being convinced that
they already have, as all things in the world
are said to have, their use. They serve

              To point the moral and adorn the tail

of Whole Hogs. In the lineaments of the
Sucking Pig, Bloomerism, we observe a kind
of miniature, with a new and pleasant
absurdity in it, of that family. The service it
may help to do, is, to divest the family of
what is unreasonable and groundlessly
antagonistic in its character—which never can be
profitable and so to strengthen the good that
is in it—which is very great.

THE GARDEN OF NUTMEG TREES.

JANZS LEYDEN was as happy and jovial as
it was possible for any ordinary Custom-
House clerk to be, in the sea-girt, sunny isle
of Ceylon. The sleepy, apathetic peons were
perfectly taken aback as they watched the
ebullition of Dutch mirth that gushed from
the person of the little chief clerk. The oldest
Custom-House underling did not remember to
have seen so much jollity within the dark,
dusky walls of that strange, straggling old
building; no, not since they were little boys,
and first learnt to enjoy betel. Janzs was so
elated, that he made a very poor day's work
of it, in his large, solitary, prison-like office:
he pretended, once or twice, to be deeply
immersed in some tables of exports; but it
wouldn't do: one column of figures danced
about before his eyes, with its vis-à-vis,
and the totals at the bottom went up the
middle and down again, to the merry country
dance, which he could not leave off whistling.
When he began a letter, he got to, "It having
come to the knowledge of the authorities that
certain kegs of brandy have"—he suddenly
remembered that the man he was addressing,
was hanged for smuggling last October. At
last, after nibbing one or two pens, and
un-tying and re-tying a few bundles of very
neglected and extremely dusty papers with
faded red-tape, he gave up the idea of being
busy. The truth was, that Janzs was about
to be married; that day week was to be the
happy period, and as that was the first event
of the kind in his life, he conceived himself
privileged to be elated, and not altogether
fit for office work.

Finding an excuse for closing the Custom-
House at an unusually early hour, the chief
clerk saw that the establishment (two
subordinates, and three peons) had departed and
left the old office in proper order; and then,
leisurely turning the huge key in the old
iron-bound door, gave it to the head peon to
deliver to the collector, who was, of course,
quietly smoking his pipe in his own verandah.
The sentry was seen to, a word exchanged
with the corporal of the guard, and Janzs
strutted out from under the huge dark archway,
which led from the strong fort of Point
de Galle towards the suburbs, where many of
the better class of burghers then resided.
In those days, even the chief clerk of a public
department could not afford to keep a carriage.
None, indeed, but the very highest colonial
officials could venture on such a piece of
extravagance. This may be readily understood,
when I mention that the whole of the money
salary received by Janzs in one year, did not
amount to more than some twenty pounds
of our English currency. It is true, there
were additions in the shape of fees, and allowances
of oil, wood, beef, salt, and other