TO H. MOUBRAY, ESQ.

DEAR MOUBRAY,

Coll. Camb., 21 December, 1837.

STULTZ does bother so. I told

him if he'd be patient, I would try and get him some customers among my old school-fellows. When I said I would pen a letter for him in the CARTHUSIAN, the old buck was delighted; so if you print the inclosed, you'll do me a favour. He would have the address added (a goose), with the stupid N.B. and all. Put stops before you send it to type, and mind the printer don't get hold of this; for if he puts this in too, he'll spoil the whole. I'll send you the Tripos as soon as it is out. How is old Curtis and Russell? Remember me to "the fifth."

Yours ever,

H. G.

To the Editors of the Carthusian and all the Boys. GENTLEMEN,

I AM about to appear as an author, and respectfully solicit your custom. My superior cut is known and appreciated through the whole world of fashion; you will therefore perhaps think me fitter to become a critic; but no, the connection between the profession of letters, and that which I trust, at no distant day, I shall have the honour to exercise on your graceful persons, is closer than ordinary people seem to be aware. Is not an Epic poem, even the venerable Iliad itself, called a rhapsody, or sewing together of imagery? Are not the words of an author cited as the text or web? Are not many books now-a-days made by means of a pair of scissors? What expression is more

frequent with novelists than the thread of the narrative? and political pamphleteers, even more than ourselves, seem to be conversant with measures. Our productions, it is well known, do not always, on a first trial, "fit the head*;" nor is it every author whose writings, on a first (or any other) perusal, have the good fortune to be understood. In one respect I am certain the similarity holds much more closely than we either of us care to Our respective works are not a little enhanced by the aid of hot-press. The materials, or if you please, the subject, of my essay are the three garments, I may say, the three graces of a gentleman, the coat, waistcoat and breeches. You err if you suppose my treatise will be merely professional: it is what I think Mr. Burke has termed "Philosophy reduced to Practice," or scientifically political.

own.

My ideas, like those of other illustrious aliens, have long been engaged in contemplating the beauties of the British constitution; and I think, by instituting a comparison between the three habiliments and the three estates of the realm, I can show how much national policy depends on national costume, and how empires and states may rise and fall simply by the good or bad taste of their tailors.

The coat, which is the main article of dress, represents the chief or executive part of government; it is made of the finest texture of the finest wool, which is the staple commodity of the country; so the monarch, in quality and pedigree, excels all subjects. Though not exactly a part of female apparel, yet a petty prosthesis to the word renders it exclusively so, which can

*Tailors, on such occasions, take home the clothes with the promise and pretence of altering them, and in a day or two bring them back. This process they technically term “ fitting the head."

not be predicated of either of the other garments. Neither does the French language permit such adaptation; thus our neighbours (gallant as they are) suffer from a salique law, while England rejoices in a queen. It is a maxim of state that the king can do no wrong, and is amenable to no one; so no decent society tolerates the wearer of a patched coat.

I reserve for my opus magnum (quod mox e prelo) many erudite and interesting analogies; and just observe, in passing, that my principal position, with regard to material and quality, is confirmed by history with only one exception. Some foolish fanatics contrived to introduce leather as a substitute; but the fashion was partial and temporary, for buffcoats came and went with "Old Noll."

The waistcoat upholds the dignity of the coat; so the Peerage supports the honours of royalty. In former times these two "uppers" were more akin both in colour and manufacture than at present; thus Henry IV. styled all earls "his trusty and well-beloved cousins,"a courtesy which continues to this day. Few things more offend my sartorial feelings than to see a want of harmony between the coat and waistcoat—A variance between them shocks me like parricide; and as for that horrible notion which a few low-minded innovators have entertained, of dispensing entirely with the latter, I can only pity the miserable empirics who harbour such degenerate thoughts; and truly hope, if ever the mode is adopted, that they will, as the philosopher of old wished, wear windows in their breasts that we may see their hearts!

I proceed now, with caution, to handle the nether garment, which its pockets have identified with the House of Commons: nay, so prejudiced are the honour

able members in favour of this, their characteristic vesture, that no females are admitted, even as auditors, except under a disguise which tradition hints married ladies are but too willing to assume.

The Romans, wearing none themselves, spoke contemptuously of the subligar, and had no opinion of any gens braccata; hence their continual changes of kingly, consular, dictatorial and imperial forms. Modern Turks have nothing worthy of the name; hence their loose and precarious dynasty. The Dutch used formerly to abound; their form of government corresponded, and was, till lately, republican on a wide basis. But I am forestalling much of the gratification you will derive from my volumes, in which you will find thus traced to its origin the seat of government in all nations.

The foreign names of Rapin and De Lolme are niched in the Temple of Fame, and near them, I trust will live recorded that of,

Gentlemen,

Your obedient humble servant,

F. G. V. L. STULTZ,

Tailor and Habit Maker,

No. 37, Bond Street.

N.B. Copy the Address.

THE WILD HUNTSMAN.

OH! know ye not the Wild Huntsman
Who roameth o'er land and sea?
Since first this glorious world began

His pastime followeth he;

And ever he driveth his quarry, man,
With his trusty bloodhounds three!

The first is lean, and lank, and slow,
As his strength were past away;
Yet never may flag that hound, I trow,
On his sure and silent way :-
Unmark'd, unheard, or ere he know,
Doth Age arrest his prey!

Tardily paceth the second bloodhound
When the sport doth first begin,

But he leapeth and gaineth at every bound,
Till his victim he doth win;

For there never was yet the strong man found,
Escaped whole from Sin!

But the third bloodhound of that fearful chace, Oh! he lingereth o'er his prey,

Till he spoileth the limb of its rounded grace,
And the eye of its gladsome ray ;

I ween that wight is in doleful case,
Whom Sickness hath at bay!

Now know ye not the Wild Huntsman
Who roameth o'er land and sea,

Who hath follow'd his sport since earth began,
And shall follow while earth shall be?

For never may rest our earthly span,

From DEATH and his bloodhounds three!