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THE OLD A PPLE WO MAN. THE venerable dame who would live in a town without her ? Is she not as much a part of our glorious constitution as that church, between the buttresses of whose temple she has from time immemorial sold her gewgaws and her pip- pins ? Without her, we should be without one of our surest bulwarks. Sad will it be for us when applcwomen esase in the land. Democracy will have then become triumphant, and the days of merrie England will be ended. No artist, with any respect for his reputation, would sketch a street scene, so as to be thoroughly old English, without introducing a common crier, with cocked hat, and tippet turned up with red, plying his antique bell, and loud in his utterance of loyalty--a common gaol, with its iron bars, and front defaced with juvenile sketches of the gallows—but above all, a church with jackdaws flying about its pinnacles, and as much as he could paint of their cawings; and some t ous, shrivelled-up hunter at its base, scarcely less garrulous, driving her humble trade. We have no limner's hand or we would sketch the ancient lady, as she spreads her tempting wares shining with extra- natural polish, to ease the schoolboy of his little wealth, and to catch the ignoble penny from the sweet-toothed boy of riper age. Poor old woman! Firm adherent she, of Church and State. There she is the livelong day, under the protect- ing shadows of that mouldering pile which speaks like her so eloquently of the days of other years. In that porch, or in that sheltered nook formed by the massive buttress, she stands with visage as grim as those carved in the stones above her, a living type of the never-ending. Her hair of grisly grey, her russet gown, and all her ancient millinery, are in picturesque accordance with the crumbling stones of the sacred building that rears its tower above her. There are lessons to be learnt, kind readers, from this ex- perienced woman. Accost her, and she will bccome voluble with wisdom. There was a time when the whistle of the steam engine would frighten her from her propriety, but she is reconciled now, although deep are her lamentations still after the old stage waggons. But just mention a wish that the Clmrch should be made to give up her ill-gotten treasures, and like an honest lady live by her own fair earnings. her bony fingers will instantly become clcnched, her haggard countenance will be instinctively fired with an enthusiasm that would become her youth, and you would quickly repent the temerity of your guilty utterance. What you will pull down the Church, will you? You nasty vagabond Have I not been married in the Church, my children christened in the Church, and my poor dear husband buried in the Church ? And here, beneath the walls of the Church, and by the support of the Church, have I not lived, these sixty years come next Michaelmas ? Oh, what will become of me, if you pull down the old Church Where then shall I sell my pippins ?" And she would go on with sundry simi- lar arguments in support of the good old Church, equally as touching, and as absolutely convincing. Just express a wish that some poor culprit, who has been condemned to death by an upright judge and a competent jury," should be spared the horrid infliction, and sent beyond the seas instead, and you will find the grandame draw herself up in attitude dramatically expressive of pity and contempt—pity that any should be found to utter so revolutionary a desire, and con- tempt for such vagaries of the hf ated brain! What, is not 0 the gallows a part of our glorious constitution P Look at the public benefit to be derived from the exhibition. Will it not deter others from similar crimes and then, too, have I not a vested interest in the matter? Who is to reimburse me for my loss of sale in lollypops and pippins ?" Poor old woman, we would not ridicule you. Age shall ever have respect from us. May you live long to polish up the fruit the fruit you have for sale, and sell the fruit you polish. Long live the Church you have loved, not too wisely but too well, and may her beautiful spires lift themselves up taper- iugly to heaven, until the end of time. Aye, may they become multiplied in every coining year, and increase in usefulness. We will help to make them so but then if we promise this, when we try to cheat the gallows of its yic- Ul, you must not scold UK.