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It is considered quite

tion of woman is quite a new idea. No such thing.
It has gone backwards, and not forwards. Well,
Marvel was employed for the education of Lord
Fairfax's daughters. In 1660, he became M.P. for
Kingston-upon-Hull, and he was to be paid for it.

an awful thing now to pay a
member of Parliament. It is extremely proper to
proposes such a thing. But it was the

old English custom, and we are the innovators. That sounds strange to us, who have such an abomination of paying members of Parliament. But we pay the husband, we pay the archbishop to look after the bishop, and we pay the bishop to look after the curate, and we pay the curate to see to our souls : we say the policeman to watch for us, and we pay the hangman to hang us. Nothing for nothing is ber of Parliament. Marvel always took his salary punctually, and I admire him for it. What a fuss us! how he tacks all over the room, and we walk after himn; then we put his guinea up in a piece of paper, and pretending to shake hands with him we put it into his hand. What nonsense! He would

him. Put the yon money down on the table, and let him give you a Teceipt for it with a stamp upon it. They used to pay the members at that time, but now you expect shop in your dirty borough, and pour the beer down every member to open every dirty, disgusting beerhave it. But his constituents, in addition to paying the throat of every dry-throated fool that likes to bans, used to send him presents of such admirable Aber man.. Marvel used to send his constituents casks of beer, that he said it was a great risk to # report of what was passing in the House. And be tells us that on one or two occasions he went

not have



did not pay

without his dinner that he might not disappoint them. He was a man much looked up to in the House, though he seldom spoke; and whenever Prince Rupert talked sense, which he did occasionally, they always said he had been with his master lately, and his master was Marvel.

Wit was Charles the Second's delight. Charles would rather have been laughed at wittily, than not have had wit at all. Marvel went to court, got into conversation with Charles, and made such an impression that the next day Charles sent his Treasurer to see him, and then occurred that famous scene that makes Marvel immortal. The Treasurer found himself in the Strand, and then he found his way into one of the narrow streets, and got to the first floor. No Marvel on that floor; only such people as you and I live on the first floor. Then he found himself up on the second floor; that would not do. Then he stumbled his way up to the top-pair, and the door flew open, and there was Marvel writing. The Treasurer made him a model bow; Marvel said he was afraid he had lost his way. The Treasurer said he had not, if it had conducted him to Mr. Marvel. So they talked about the weather and about all sorts of things, except the subject he had come about. There is nothing very difficult in coming to the point, when one party does not know what it is; but when we both know what we want, what a time it takes to get at it! Bye-and-bye it was time for the Treasurer to go, and so he told him how pleased the king had been with him last night, and quite accidentally dropt a £1000 note upon the table. Marvel knew what it meant. He knew what was meant by a compliment

. There are very few people who have soul enough to give you one. They let it go by for a time; let it alone for six months perhaps. They are intended afterwards to give you a lively sense of gratitude. Marvel rang the bell, and up came Buttons. “What did we have for dinner yesterday ?" said Marvel,

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"Oh, we had that little shoulder.” “O!” said he, " yes, and what did we have for dinner to day ?'' “ The shoulder cold.” “0, so we did, and what shall we have for dinner to-morrow?" "Broth," said Buttons.” “Good,” said Marvel, “you may go down." Then he said to the Treasurer, “ Marvel's dinners are provided, you see; Marvel wants not your money.”

Now a man cannot do one thing like that without doing many things like that. The thousand pounds went back to the dirty source from whence it came, and Marvel was none the worse for sending it. This man maintained his position in the senate for twenty years. Bye-and-bye his enemies began to thicken and multiply. You cannot have a sharp pen without having many enemies. He was waylaid more than once, (but it never put him out, he said)

, until at last going down to Hull at one time to make a speech to his constituents, he died very suddenly, and it was said he died by poison. It is impossible to prove it at this distant period; but it is very likely. You know there is no pleasure in a man's dying in a natural way; so it is written down feat Marvel was poisoned. 'He died in the fiftyeighth year of his age, on the 16th November, 1678, " beloved by good men, feared by bad, admired by all

, imitated by few.” What nobler epitaph can a man have

, and I especially note to you one beautiful Clause? "feared by bad men."

In these days there is such a desire for being feared by no man. Marvel was the terror of England. When he dipped his pen in the ink, he was the terror of all corrupt people

. His whip was one of the sharpest, and his

was always laid on in admirable fashion. Some of you may remember that of all men I like him whose writings are satirical

, and Marvel's “ king's" speech is one of the finest things for satire I ever saw. Some people doubt whether it is right to be satirical. Now I would say, never doubt whether it is right to be satirical, as long as there are any

vermin in the world. I am certain that almost any instrument is lawful against them. If a thing be an imposture, you lash it as hard and as fast as you can. Satire is abominable only when it is directed against anything that is weak or gentle. Marvel wrote several poems. Some of them are beautiful enough; and they show a rather extensive knowledge of the classic languages, and a rare culture. Nature had bestowed upon this man some of her most admirable gifts, and cultivation had done everything that was possible to perfect him. He began life a poor man, and he died a poor man. So long as there are left in this nation just ten righteous men, enough to save us, so long will Andrew Marvel's name be remembered among us. I have no intention of giving any seasonable lessons upon elections; but it is a strange thing how a man will spend thousands of pounds to get an honour that men at that time used to run away from. Any man with no moral qualification whatever, but possessed of wealth, is returned with enthusiasm by free, enlightened, and independent electors. They have nothing but a big purse, and that is enough for this generation. Marvel's letters to his constituents are admirable; they are written by a faithful pains-taking man, and contain an account of all that went on in the House of Commons. They are somo of the greatest curiosities in England ; therefore, when

any you want to get yourselves up to electioneering pitch, let me recommend to you these letters of Marvel's to his constituents. You may meet with a coarse word now and then, but if you have nothing bad in you, you will not find much there. I have a perfect veneration for this incorruptible Englishman. I can only lament that he has very few successors. If


wish such men to be more common, the best way is to create a demand, and you will have them.





E. W. BINNEY, ESQ., F.R.S., F.G.S.,


[The author of this practical and able lecture on Mining Lamps and Explosive Gases, is well known throughout the

scienti. fic world as an eminent geologist and mineralogist. We feel mach indebted to Mr. Binney for the permission to publish his original and valuable lecture, which we hope will be circulated as widely as possible by colliery owners, and other persons who are interested in the safe working of our extensire and inestimable coal mines. It is a hopeful sign that a College of Practical Mining is about to be esta. blished at Newcastle-on-Tyne, under the auspices of the North of England Institute of Mining Engineers, and with the general support of the coal owners of Northumberland and Durham. Such an institution must prove a national blessing, by its promotion of skill and economy in the getting ví coal, and the security of life and property. The Duke of Northumberland, who is patron of the College, has promised £10,000 as soon as £30,000 have been raised for its


As I have on several occasions publicly advocated the desirability of plain lectures being delivered to the officers of collieries, and working colliers, on the origin and properties of fire damp, and the construction of mining lamps; and finding that no one has been induced to take up the subject, I am led to do it myself, although I am well aware that

I am by no means fitted for the task I have undertaken. Some Tears since the late Mr. Francis Looney, F.G.S., a gentleman well known for the interest he took in the

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