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that he is a mad-brained fellow, or a moon-struck simpleton, as under the dementating influence of that planet; just as we may be literally unwarranted in pronouncing another to be dead drunk when the vital functions have not ceased; but there can be no doubt that we are virtually correct in both instances, and it is precisely for that numerous class who are included in the former epithets that our establishment will be founded. We propose, in short, to build Asylums or Penitentiaries for the Polite, all over the kingdom, for the reception and cure of all such unhappy persons as labour under a partial absurdity of conduct or sentiment, although their aberration from right reason be not of so general and marked a character as to bring them legally within the jurisdiction of the Lord Chancellor, and the guardianship of the King.

In thus wishing to provide hospitals for such patients as could not claim admission into any existing charity, however grievously they might be afflicted with the complaint of folly, we mean not, like Swift when he endowed a madhouse,

To show by one satiric touch

No nation needed it so much ;" but we are impressed with a deep and serious conviction that our Institution may be the means of bringing many poor creatures to their sober senses, who are now living and acting as if under the wit-shattering spells of

“ The queen of night, whose large command

Rules all the sea and half the land,
And over moist and

crazy

brains In high spring tides at midnight reigns." That the reader may form a more accurate notion of the species of mental imbecility which we undertake to treat, and hope to cure, it

may be requisite to mention a few of those classes which will more immediately fall within the scope of our plan, confining our notice to those patients whose case is the most urgent and lamentable.

All such ladies and gentlemen as are in the habit of wasting their nights, and even their days, seated behind pasteboard parallelograms, inscribed with barbarous coloured characters, or of throwing small numbered squares of ivory out of a wooden box, sacrificing their own health and time, and the property of themselves and families, upon the combinations which the aforesaid playthings may chance to assume, must be pronounced, by any impartial committee, so far unsound in mind as to qualify them for our hospitals for the mind, where they may be set to some honest and useful employment until a cure be effected. By this regulation our routs and balls will be cleared of sundry dowagers, spinsters, parsons, old bachelors, and other idle characters, who for hours together infest those resorts, labouring for the odd trick, or solemnly ejaculating " Propose !" and " I mark one for the king !"

Those mis-called gentlemen who are in the habit of putting " an enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains," or in common parlance, of making beasts of themselves, are respectfully informed that they may be accommodated in our establishments with a tread-mill, as well as comfortable stables, clean straw, and a good pump, from which they will be compelled to quaff" bumpers until they have learnt that rational

enjoyment does not by any means consist in losing one's reason. Three-bottle men will be allowed to dip their own pails into the well.

Misers, whose pleasure consists in accumulating what they do not want, in hoarding that which others are to spend, and whose chief luxury arises from denying themselves necessaries ; as well as those spendthrifts, who, after having run through their own, imagine they have a right to lavish the property of others, so long as they can obtain credit, are both incontestable victims of mental alienation, although the latter may be the pleasanter species of fatuity. “I had rather,” says Suckling, “be mad with him, who when he had nothing, thought all the ships that came into the haven his, than with you, who when you bave so much coming in, think you have nothing." Both these parties will be clearly entitled to admission into our asylum, and to remain chere until the former shall have learnt not to rob himself, and the latter not to rob others.

Such poetasters, whether male or female, who are so far under the influence of the stultifying planet as to perpetrate sonnets to the moon, together with all those idle young men, who, under the pretext of being in love, are guilty of dismal ditties “made to their mistress' eyebrow," are unequivocally labouring under a sufficient derangement to warrant their claiming our protection. “ The lunatic, the lover, and the poet," says Shakspeare, (who very properly lumps them together) " are of imagination all compact;" and elsewhere he observes, “Love is merely madness, and deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too." This defect we shall endeavour to remedy by having none but hardened old bachelors for keepers. The poetical patients we hope to cure by a sharp course of criticism, and the lovers by such remedies as their case may appear to require. Marriage has been recommended for the more desperate, but their friends need not be under any apprehension of this sort, since we have determined on avoiding all measures of severity, unless in cases of actual necessity. We shall adapt ourselves as much as possible to Sir Edward Coke's system,

* Ut pæna

ad paucos, metus ad omnes perveniat.”

It must afford great consolation to the friends of the unfortunate sufferers to learn, that we shall have a spacious and special ward for the reception of those gulls, gudgeons, and noodles, who, undeterred by the warning of the South-Sea bubble, have invested their properties in Poyais, Spanish, Mexican, Chilian, and half a score other securities, as certain projectors have the impudence to call them. As such crazy simpletons are obviously not fit to be trusted with the management of their own estates, we propose taking charge of them until their investments shall have found their true value, i. e. till they are worth nothing, when we have every reason to hope that they may safely be discharged, cured.

Believers in Swedenborg, Joanna Southcote, Prince Hohenlohe, animal magnetism, metallic tractors, and the whole tribe of similar quackeries, delusions, and impostures ; together with those who have faith in the influence of dreams, omens, horseshoes, lucky numbers, ghosts, witches, hobgoblins, and other diablerie, will all be confined (for such characters should not be left at large) in the same division of

our building, in the expectation that by mutual exposure of their follies and absurdities they may cure one another. Phrenologists to be allowed sticks for producing such bumps upon the heads of their brethren as may be necessary for establishing the truth or falsehood of their theory, when they may be detained or dismissed accordingly.

Gentlemen who have so far lost the use of right reason as to devote all their faculties to the imitation of their own coachmen, will be received, and compelled to clean carriages, rub down horses, and black shoes and boots, until, by performing the hard work of the character, they shall have acquired a distaste for copying its manners and appearance. Tourists and others smitten with the mania of travelling, in defiance of the Vagrant Act, shall be liable to detention in our establishments, unless they can prove that they know half as much of England as they do of foreign countries. Antiquarians and similar noodles

“Who show on holidays a sacred pin,

That touch'd the ruff that touch'd queen Bess's chin," and rout out old tombstones, of which they send drawings to the Gentleman's Magazine, as if they were valuable as the philosopher's stone, or formed “of one entire and perfect chrysolite;"—the medallist, who like Curio

Restless by the fair one's side,

Sighs for an Otho and neglects his bride," and would willingly give a purseful of genuine sovereigns for a doubtful Queen Anne's farthing ;—the dandy of sixty, who wastes all his time in repairing an old face, and yet values nothing but what is new ;-the fribble, who may exclaim in the words of Prior,

" And trifles I alike pursue,

Because they're old, because they 're new :" all these and many more whom we have not now leisure to enumerate, but who are obviously unfit to be trusted with the disposal of their own time and money, we propose to receive into our penitentiary, in the full confidence that by a course of moderate labour, spare diet, and proper instruction, we shall be enabled to cure them of their respective hallucinations, and restore them to their disconsolate friends in the full possession of the “mens sana in corpore sano."

It only remains that we should say a few words upon the sources whence the profits of the institution will be derived, and the extent of capital proposed to be embarked. The benefit to accrue to the shareholders will arise from an imposition of one penny per day, and one pound per cent. on all the time and money saved to each patient received into the establishment, which, upon a very moderate calculation, will give fifteen per cent. upon the capital employed. This it is deemed prudent to limit at present to three millions sterling, which have not only been eagerly subscribed, but the shares are already selling at a considerable premium, although a few may still be had upon very moderate terms by early application to Messrs. Flam, Bubble, and Hoax, Koave’s-acre.

VALENTINE.*
Out of Philosophy there are strange things,

At least the wise ones say so :-they say true,
For we have lately seen anointed kings

Affrighted on their thrones by the las bleus ;
And brainless governors cut off the wings

Of freedom from the press, and labour too,
By abusing England's offices and name,
To make hyenas, wolves, and serpents game!
And we who lately had Rossini hailid,

Have seen him leave with promises unpaid ;
And we have seen Prince Hohenlohe has fail'd

In his impostures and his Irish trade;
And we have seen new churches built and paled,

Of styles and orders mocking taste's vain aid,
Not witness'd upon earth until our day,
And that they ne'er may be again, we pray.
Thus we have seen strange things in great variety-

I could count thousands--I had better not,
Lest I fatigue the reader to satiety, .

Discomfort I should grieve to be his lot;
I would not frighten him, nor wound his piety,-

I'll tell him what we have not seen-1 wot
Subjects may yet be found in life and nature,
That neither shock, in contour, hue, or feature.
'Twas in old time, that cavern dark and high,

Harbouring whole shoals of facts, strange tales, and lies,
Virtues and crimes, portent and prodigy,

From Adam’s day to that of the Allies
Callid Holy—from the unregal grassy sty

Of Nebuchadnezzar's years, to that which spies
The huge Escurial hedging in a thing,
That there or Austria only could be king-
'Twas in old time that lawyers so much prize,

Fillid with dull prosing, verbiage, involution,
Witchcraft, and demonology, and wise

Predictions from celestial revolution,
When law dealt much in the rack'd martyr's cries,

And judge and hangman mock'd his dissolution-
'Twas in that envied time, no matter where,
A man ʼmid wild woods lived in the open air.
Not where Scotch mists prevail, I must premise,
Or he had not been dry the whole year

round:
Perhaps it was southward, where more genial skies

Make it not death to slumber on the ground;
He was a man of years, athletic size,

And very rarely either smiled or frown'd;
And he had with him a fair youth his sou,
Who from an infant in the woods had run.
It was a solitary place their cave-

The son had seen none but the parent's face ;
For all he knew the world was in its grave,

Save he and his-they lived upon the chace,
And mast, herbs, honey, all that they could crave,

Because all nature ask'd, were near the place :
Thus did the forests their provision yield,

And they toil'd not like fariners in the field.
The idea of part of this story will be found in Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.

The father once had loved, been wived, was blest,

At least he thought so, as most husbands do ; But, to say truth, a husband ne'er carest

A lovelier woman-years pass’d, one or two,
In happiness and sunshine, still the zest

of his intense affection seem'd quite new;
And it had kept so longer, but a friend,
A viper, stung his peace-he saw it end-
And took his child, and Aed his home, and went

He knew not whither-home had ceased to be A home for him-no more could sweet content

Dwell on the bitter spot where memory Corroded his heart's core, a punishment

Too sharp for his broke spirit :-years had he Lived there apart from men; his son had now Grown up with manly youth upon his brow. The father ne'er of woman to him spoke;

She had sear’d his May of life: haply he thought The poignancy of his affliction's stroke

Might blunt at last if he against it foug!
For man may lighten much of misery's yoke

By stem resistance, and by suffering nought
To strengthen it; and yet a wounded soul,
'Tis no light task to medicine or control.
Or it might be his love had turn'd to hate

Of woman and her falsehood, I can't say;
Certain it is he had a hope that fate

Might never Valentine throw in her way,
(Such was the name he gave him,) and create

For him, as for his sire, keen misery-
But rather seem'd to wish the youth might die
Last of his race, unscathed by woman's eye.
Oh, what a living hell it is to feel

The anchor of our lives tear up and part !
That which we hang by—that to which we kneel

As to an idol graven on the heart :
The refuge from life's tempest, where we steal
As to a sanctuary :

:-wherefore is the smart
So merciless of this unequall'd ill,
As just to keep us living and not kill!
Thus many a year went over, others came

And pass’d away in the same solitude ;
They never parted, save when hunting game

Might sep'rate them an hour amid the wood; And then they met over the evening flame

Of their fresh-kindled Gre, and cook'd their food, And Valentine oft from his sire attain'd Much varied lore by observation gain’dm In the creation's system, in astrology,

The use of plants, of animals, and their kind'; But he was ne'er annoy'd about cacology,

Nor muddling whims like Kant's upon the mind, Nor plagued with dusty labours of philology,

But such as only seem'd for use design'd In a dull hermit life, like that they led, Thus mopingly to the world's secming dead.

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