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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/10838-0.txt b/10838-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a6cdccc --- /dev/null +++ b/10838-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1690 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10838 *** + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 10838-h.htm or 10838-h.zip: + (http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/1/0/8/3/10838/10838-h/10838-h.htm) + or + (http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/1/0/8/3/10838/10838-h.zip) + + + + +THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION. + +VOL. 13, No. 350.] SATURDAY, JANUARY 3, 1829. [PRICE 2d. + + + + * * * * * + + + + +BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM. + +[Illustration: BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM.] + + +The engraving represents this interesting structure, as it appeared in +the year 1686; being copied from a print, after a picture by Wolridge. + +The original castle was very ancient, as appears by the foundations, and +an old brick tower over a deep well, the upper part of which has been +used as a dairy. The castle is said to have been built by Earl Waltheof, +who, in 1069 married Judith, niece to William the Conqueror, who gave +him the earldom of Northampton and Huntingdon for her portion. Matilda +or Maud, their only child, after the death of Simon St. Liz, her first +husband, married David, first of the name, king of Scotland; and Maud, +being heiress of Huntingdon, had in her own right, as an appendix to +that honour, the manor of Tottenham in Middlesex. + +Robert Bruce, grandson of David, Earl of Huntingdon, and grandfather to +Robert I. of Scotland, memorable as the restorer of the independence of +his country, became one of the competitors for the crown of Scotland in +1290, but being superseded by John Baliol, Bruce retired to England, and +settled at his grandfather's estate at Tottenham, repaired the castle, +and acquiring another manor, called it and the castle after his own +name. Shakspeare says, + + Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns, + +and the fortunes of the two Bruces are "confirmation strong as holy +writ." + +The estate being forfeited to the crown, it had different proprietors, +till 1631, when it was in the possession of Hugh Hare, Lord Coleraine. +Henry Hare, the last Lord Coleraine of that family, having been deserted +by his wife, who obstinately refused, for twenty years, to return to +him, formed a connexion with Miss Roze Duplessis, a French lady, by whom +he had a daughter, born in Italy, whom he named Henrietta Roza +Peregrina, and to whom he left all his estates. This lady married the +late Mr. Alderman Townsend; but, being an alien, she could not take the +estates; and the will being legally made, barred the heirs at law; so +that the estate escheated to the crown. However, a grant of these +estates, confirmed by act of parliament, was made to Mr. Townsend and +his lady, whose son, Henry Hare Townsend, Esq. in 1792, voluntarily sold +the property for the payment of the family debts; and "although the +castle may soon be levelled with the ground, yet the destruction of this +ancient fabric will acquire him more honour, than if the prudence of his +ancestors had enabled him to restore the three towers, of which now only +one remains."[1] + + [1] Gough's Camden. + +The present mansion is partly ancient, and partly modern, and was very +lately the property of Sir William Curtis, Bart. Up to the period at +which the castle is represented in the engraving, the building must have +undergone many alterations, as the tower on the left, and the two +octagonal and centre towers, will prove. The grounds there appear laid +out in the trim fashion of the seventeenth century, and ornamented with +fountains, vases, &c. + + + * * * * * + +NEW YEAR'S CUSTOM. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +BROMLEY PAGETS, Staffordshire, is 129 miles from London, and is a pretty +town on the skirts of Derbyshire. This place is remarkable, or was +lately, for a sport on New Year's Day and Twelfth Day, called _The +Hobby-Horse Dance_, from a person who rode upon the image of a horse, +with a bow and arrow in his hands, with which he made a snapping noise, +and kept time to the music, while six men danced the hay and other +country dances, with as many deer's heads on their shoulders. To this +hobby-horse belonged a pot, which the reeves of the town kept filled +with cakes and ale, towards which the spectators contributed a penny, +and with the remainder they maintained their poor and repaired the +church. + +HALBERT H. + + + * * * * * + +THE BARON'S TRUMPET. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + Thou blowest for Hector. + TROILUS and CRESSIDA. + + + Sound, sound the charge, when the wassel bowl + Is lifted with songs, let the trumpets shrill blast + Awaken like fire in the warrior's soul, + The bright recollections of chivalry past; + Let the lute or the lyre the soft stripling rejoice, + No music on earth is so sweet as thy voice. + + Sound, sound the charge when the foe is before us, + When the visors are closed and the lances are down, + If we fall, let the banner of victory o'er us + Dance time to thy clarion that sings our renown: + To the souls of the valiant no requiem is given, + So fit as thine echoes, to soothe them in heaven. + +LEON. + + + + * * * * * + +THE NEW YEAR + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + + Twenty-nine, Father Janus! and can it be true, + That your _double-fac'd_ sconce is again in our view? + Take a chair, my old boy--while our glasses we fill, + And tell us, "what news"--for you can if you will. + + Shall we have any war? or will there be peace? + Will swindlers, as usual, the credulous fleece? + Will the season produce us a _deluge_ of rain? + Did the comet bring coughs and catarrhs in his train? + + Will gas, so delicious, _perfume_ our abodes? + Will McAdam continue "Colossus of _roads?_" + Will Venus's boy be abroad with his bow, + And make the dear girls over bachelors crow? + + Will _quid-nuncs_ from scandalous whispers refrain? + Will poets the pent of Parnassus attain? + Will travellers' tomes touch the truth to a T? + Will critics from caustic coercion be free? + + Shall we check crafty care in his cunning career? + In short--shall we welcome a happy new year? + What, _mum_, Father Janus?--egad I suppose, + Not one of our queries you mean to disclose. + + Let us, therefore, the blessings which Providence sends, + To our country, to us, our relations and friends, + With gratitude own--and employ the supplies, + As prudence suggests, "to be merry and wise." + + Nor ever, too curious the future to pry, + Presume on our own feeble strength to rely; + But, taught by the _past;_ for the _future_, depend + Where the wise and the good all their wishes extend. + +JACOBUS. + + + * * * * * + +FALLING STONES. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +Of these bodies, the most general opinion now is, that they are really +of _celestial_ origin. But a few years ago, nothing could have appeared +more absurd than the idea that we should ever be able to examine the +most minute fragment of the siderial system; and it must, no doubt, be +reckoned among the wonders of the age in which we live, that +considerable portions of these heavenly bodies are now known to have +descended to the earth. An event so wonderful and unexpected was at +first received with incredulity and ridicule; but we may now venture to +consider the fact as well established as any other hypothesis of natural +philosophy, which does not actually admit of mathematical demonstration. +The attention of our philosophers was first called to this subject by +the falling of one of these masses of matter near Flamborough Head, in +Yorkshire; it weighed about 50 pounds, and for some years after its +descent did not excite the interest it deserved, nor would perhaps that +attention have been paid to it which was required for the investigation +of the truth, if a similar and more striking phenomenon had not happened +a few years afterwards at Benares, in the East Indies. Some fragments of +the stones which fell in India were brought to Sir Joseph Banks by Major +Williams; and Sir Joseph being desirous of knowing if there might not be +some truth in these repeated accounts of falling stones, gave them to be +analyzed, when it was found by a very skilful analysis, published in the +Transactions, 1802, that the stones collected in various countries, and +to which a similar history is attached, contained very peculiar +ingredients, and all of the same kind. The earthy parts were silex and +magnesia, in which were interspersed small grains of metallic iron. +Since these investigations, the subject has attracted very general +attention, and most of the fragments of stones said to have fallen from +heaven, and which have been preserved in the cabinets of the curious, on +account of this tradition, have been analyzed, and found to consist of +the same ingredients, varying only in their different proportions. + +Pliny relates, that a great stone fell near Egos Potamos, in the +Thracian Chersonese, in the second year of the 78th Olympiad. In the +year 1706, another large stone is, on the authority of Paul Lucas, then +at Larissa, said to have fallen in Macedonia. It weighed 72 pounds. +Cardan assures us, that a shower of at least 1,200 stones fell in Italy, +the largest of which weighed 120 pounds; and their fall was accompanied +by a great light in the air. + +The caaba, or great black stone, preserved by the Mahometans in the +Temple of Mecca, had probably a celestial origin. It is said to have +been brought from heaven by the angel Gabriel. Some astronomers imagine +that these stones have been thrown from a lunar volcano. There is +nothing, perhaps, philosophically inconsistent in this theory, for +volcanic appearances have been seen in the moon; and a force such as our +volcanoes exert would be sufficient to project fragments that might +possibly arrive at the surface of the earth. But probability is +certainly against it, and it seems more likely that they are fragments +of comets. For those bodies, from their own nature, must be subject to +chemical changes of a very violent nature; add to this, that from the +smallness of their dimensions, a fragment projected from them with a +very slight velocity would never return to the mass to which it +originally belonged; but would traverse the celestial regions till it +met with some planetary or other body sufficiently ponderous to attract +it to itself. + +We have numerous other instances of these phenomena, which are attested +by many very credible witnesses, but I will not at present monopolize +more of your valuable pages with this subject, though one of +considerable interest; yet I may, perhaps, at some future period, if +agreeable, send you a few rather more circumstantial and more +interesting accounts than the above. + +_Near Sheffield._ + +J.M.C----D. + + + * * * * * + +THE POET, CHATTERTON. + +_(To the Editor of the Mirror.)_ + + +Should the following notice of Chatterton, which I copy from a _small +handkerchief_ in my possession, be thought worthy of a place in the +MIRROR, you will oblige me by inserting it. The handkerchief has been in +my possession about twenty-five years, and was probably printed soon +after the poet's death; he is represented sitting at a table, writing, +in a miserable apartment; behind him the bed turned up, &c. + +SUFFOLK. + + +_The Distressed Poet, or a true representation of the unfortunate +Chatterton._ + +The painting from which the engraving was taken of the distressed poet, +was the work of a friend of the unfortunate Chatterton. This friend drew +him in the situation in which he is represented in this plate. Anxieties +and cares had advanced his life, and given him an older look than was +suited to his age. The sorry apartment portrayed in the print, the +folded bed, the broken utensil below it, the bottle, the farthing +candle, and the disorderly raiment of the bard, are not inventions of +fancy. They were realities; and a satire upon an age and a nation of +which generosity is doubtless a conspicuous characteristic. But poor +Chatterton was born under a bad star: his passions were too impetuous, +and in a distracted moment he deprived himself of an existence, which +his genius, and the fostering care of the public would undoubtedly have +rendered comfortable and happy. Unknown and miserable while alive, he +now calls forth curiosity and attention. Men of wit and learning employ +themselves to celebrate his talents, and to express their approbation of +his writings. Hard indeed was his fate, born to adorn the times in which +he lived, yet compelled to fall a victim to pride and poverty! His +destiny, cruel as it was, gives a charm to his verses; and while the +bright thought excites admiration, the recollection of his miseries +awakens a tender sympathy and sorrow. Who would not wish that he had +been so fortunate as to relieve a fellow creature so accomplished, from +wretchedness, despair, and suicide? + + +WRITTEN ON VIEWING THE PORTRAIT OF CHATTERTON. + + Ah! what a contrast in that face portray'd, + Where care and study cast alternate shade; + But view it well, and ask thy heart the cause, + Then chide, with honest warmth, that cold applause + Which counteracts the fostering breath of praise, + And shades with cypress the young poet's bays: + Pale and dejected, mark, how genius strives + With poverty, and mark, how well it thrives; + The shabby cov'ring of the gentle bard, + Regard it well, 'tis worthy thy regard, + The friendly cobweb, serving for a screen, + The chair, a part of what it once had been; + The bed, whereon th' unhappy victim slept + And oft unseen, in silent anguish, wept, + Or spent in dear delusive dreams, the night, + To wake, next morning, but to curse the light, + Too deep distress the artist's hand reveals; + But like a friend's the black'ning deed conceals; + Thus justice, to mild complacency bends, + And candour, all harsh influence, suspends. + Enthron'd, supreme in judgment, mercy sits, + And, in one breath condemns, applauds, acquits: + Whoe'er thou art, that shalt this face survey, + And turn, with cold disgust, thine eyes away. + Then bless thyself, that sloth and ignorance bred + Thee up in safety, and with plenty fed, + Peace to thy mem'ry! may the sable plume + Of dulness, round thy forehead ever bloom; + May'st thou, nor can I wish a greater curse; + Live full despis'd, and die without a nurse; + Or, if same wither'd hag, for sake of hire, + Should wash thy sheets, and cleanse thee from the mire, + Let her, when hunger peevishly demands + The dainty morsel from her barb'rous hands, + Insult, with hellish mirth, thy craving maw + And snatch it to herself, and call it law, + Till pinching famine waste thee to the bone + And break, at last, that solid heart of stone. + + + * * * * * + +LAY OF THE WANDERING ARAB. + + + "Away, away, my barb and I," + As free as wave, as fleet as wind, + We sweep the sands of Araby, + And leave a world of slaves behind. + + 'Tis mine to range in this wild garb, + Nor e'er feel lonely though alone; + I would not change my Arab barb, + To mount a drowsy Sultan's throne. + + Where the pale stranger dares not come, + Proud o'er my native sands I rove; + An Arab tent my only home, + An Arab maid my only love. + + Here freedom dwells without a fear-- + Coy to the world, she loves the wild; + Whoever brings a fetter here, + To chain the desert's fiery child. + + What though the Frank may name with scorn, + Our barren clime, our realm of sand, + There were our thousand fathers born-- + Oh, who would scorn his father's land? + + It is not sands that form a waste, + Nor laughing fields a happy clime; + The spot, the most by Freedom graced, + Is where a man feels most sublime! + + "Away, away, my barb and I." + As free as wave as fleet as wind, + We sweep the sands of Araby, + And leave a world of slaves behind! + + + * * * * * + +NOSTALGIA--MALADIE DE PAYS--CALENTURE. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +This disease, according to Dr. Darwin, is an unconquerable desire of +returning to one's native country, frequent in long voyages, in which +the patients become so insane, as to throw themselves into the sea, +mistaking it for green fields or meadows:-- + + "So, by a _calenture_ misled, + The mariner with rapture sees, + On the smooth ocean's azure bed, + Enamell'd fields and verdant trees. + With eager haste he longs to rove + In that fantastic scene, and thinks + It must be some enchanting grove, + And in he leaps, and down he sinks." + +SWIFT. + + +The Swiss are said to be particularly liable to this disease, and when +taken into foreign service, frequently to desert from this cause, and +especially after hearing or singing a particular tune, which was used in +their village dances, in their native country, on which account the +playing or singing this tune was forbidden by the punishment of death. + + "Dear is that shed, to which his soul conforms, + And dear that hill, which lifts him to the storms." + +GOLDSMITH. + + +Rousseau says, "The celebrated Swiss tune, called the _Rans des Vaches_, +is an air, so dear to the Swiss, that it was forbidden under the pain of +death to play it to the troops, as it immediately drew tears from them, +and made those who heard it desert, or die of what is called _la maladie +de pays_, so ardent a desire did it excite to return to their native +country. It is in vain to seek in this air for energetic accents capable +of producing such astonishing effects, for which strangers are unable to +account from the music, which is in itself uncouth and wild. But it is +from habit, recollections, and a thousand circumstances retraced in this +tune by those natives who hear it, and reminding them of their country, +former pleasures of their youth, and all those ways of living, which +occasion a bitter reflection at having lost them. Music, then, does not +affect them as music, but as a reminiscence. This air, though always +the same, no longer produces the same effects at present as it did upon +the Swiss formerly; for having lost their taste for their first +simplicity, they no longer regret its loss when reminded of it. So true +it is, that we must not seek in physical causes the great effects of +sound upon the human heart." + +This disease (says Dr. Winterbottom) affects the natives of Africa as +strongly as it does those of Switzerland; it is even more violent in its +effects on the Africans, and often impels them to dreadful acts of +suicide. Sometimes it plunges them into a deep melancholy, which induces +the unhappy sufferers to end a miserable existence by a more tedious, +though equally certain method, that of dirt eating. + +Such is the powerful influence of the lore of one's native country. + +P.T.W. + + + * * * * * + +SINGULAR CUSTOM OF THE SULTAN OF TURKEY. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +After the opening of the Bairam,[2] a ceremony among the Turks, attended +with more than ordinary magnificence; the Sultan, accompanied by the +Grand Signior and all the principal officers of state, goes to exhibit +himself to the people in a kiosk, or tent near the seraglio point, +seated on a sofa of silver, brought out for the occasion. It is a very +large, wooden couch covered with thick plates of massive silver, highly +burnished, and there is little doubt from the form of it, and the style +in which it is ornamented that it constituted part of the treasury of +the Greek emperors when Constantinople was taken by the Turks. + +INA. + + [2] The Bairam of the Turks answers to our Easter, as their Ramadan + does to our Lent. + + + + * * * * * + +THE SKETCH-BOOK + + * * * * * + +EL BORRACHO.[3] + + [3] The Drunkard; the Spanish origin of this title is endeavoured to + to be recognised in its title. + + +Not long since, a couple resided in the suburbs of Madrid, named Perez +and Juana Donilla; and a happy couple they might have been, had not +Perez contracted a sad habit of drinking, which became more and more +confirmed after every draught of good wine; and such draughts were +certainly more frequent than his finances were in a state to allow. +Night after night was spent at the tavern; fairly might he be said to +_swallow_ all that he earned by his daily labour; and Juana and himself +(fortunately they had no children to maintain) must have been reduced +to absolute mendicity, but for the exemplary conduct of the former, who +contrived to support her spouse and herself upon the scanty produce of +her unwearied industry. If ever a sentiment of gratitude for undeserved +favours animated the bosom of Perez Donilla, he took, it must be +confessed, a strange method of declaring it; not only would he, upon his +return from his lawless carousals, grumble over that humble fare, the +possession of which at all he ought to have considered as scarce less +than a miracle, but, in his madness, unmerciful strappings were sure to +be the portion of his miserable wife. Poor Juana bore these cruelties +with a patience that ought to have canonized her under the title of St. +Grizzle: she could not, indeed, forbear crying out, under these frequent +and severe castigations; nor could she refrain from soliciting the aid +of three or four favourite gentlemen saints, who, little to the credit +of their gallantry and good-nature, always turned a deaf ear upon her +plaints and entreaties; not a word, however, of the inhuman conduct of +her _worser_ half did she breathe to _mortal_ ear. Neighbours, however, +have auricular organs like walls and little pitchers, tongues like +bells, and a spice of meddling and mischief in them like asses; so that +no wise person will suppose the conduct of Perez Donilla to his wife was +long a secret in Madrid. Juana had two brothers and a cousin resident in +the city--Gomez Arias, chief cook to his reverence the Canon Fernando; +Hernan Arias, head groom to Don Miguel de Corcoba, a knight of +Calatrava; and Pedro Pedrillo, a young barber-surgeon, in business for +himself. Gomez and Hernan, hearing of Juana's misfortunes, said, like +affectionate brothers. "God help our poor sister, and may her own +relations help her also; for if _they_ do not, nobody else will, and she +certainly can't help herself." The like words they repeated to Pedro +Pedrillo, until he, being a sharp, handsome young fellow, and +particularly fond of showing forth his fine person and finer wit, agreed +to visit his cousin, and contrive some plan to extricate her from the +cruelty of Perez. Making himself, therefore, as fascinating as possible, +he marched directly to the house, or rather cabin, of Juana Donilla, and +stood before her, smiling and watching her small, thin fingers plaitting +straw for hats, some minutes ere she was aware of his presence. "Pedro!" +exclaimed she, with a countenance and voice of pleasure, as she +recognised the intruder.--"Ay, _Pedro_ it is, indeed, Juana; but, +improved as _I_ am. O, mercy upon me, how black _you_ are +looking!"--"_Black_, cousin? Nay, then, I'm sure 'tis not for want of +washing. Come, come, Pedro, no jokes, if you please."--"By St. Jago, +fair cousin, I'm as far from a joke as I am from a diploma; and my +business in this house, as in most houses, is no _jest_, I assure you. +In a word, the cries which you utter when suffering from the insane fury +of your sottish husband have reached even me, and I'm come to offer you +a little advice and assistance. No denial of the fact, Juana; those +black bruises avouch it without a tongue."--Juana held down her head, +colour mounted into her cheeks, tears suffused her eyes, her bosom +heaved convulsively, and for some moments she was silent from confusion, +shame, grief, and gratitude. At length, withdrawing her hand from the +affectionate grasp of Pedro, and dashing it athwart her eyes, she looked +up and said mildly, "Thanks, many thanks, dear cousin, for your +kindness. I cannot dissemble with you; what would you have me do? I +could not _beat_ him in return; and, oh! save him from the arm of +my brothers!"--"What have you always done?"--"Borne his stripes, and +called for help upon St. Jago, St. Francis Xavier, St. Benedict, and +St. Nicholas!"--"And did you never invoke the three holy Maries?"-- +"Never."--"Then that's what you ought to have done," returned Senor +Pedrillo, with the utmost gravity. "Now mind me,--call upon _them_ +for aid next time your husband maltreats you."--"Alas!" sighed the +afflicted wife, "_that_ will most surely be to-night. I've not much +faith in your remedy, Pedro; but may be there's no harm in trying +it."--"Farewell, then, my poor, pretty, patient, black-bruised cousin," +cried Pedrillo; "next time you see the _doctor_, let him know how his +remedy has sped;" and with a comical expression of countenance, half +melancholy, half mirthful, the "trusty and well-beloved cousin" +departed. + +Late that night, Perez Donilla entered his own habitation as intoxicated +and belligerent as ever. "Where's my supper?"--"Here," said his wife, +trembling, as she placed before him a few heads of garlic, a piece of +salted trout, a little oil, and a crust of barley bread. "What's all +this, woman?" exclaimed Perez, in a voice of thunder; and with glaring +eyes and demoniacal fury he dashed the fish at her head, and the rest of +his supper upon the floor. "Wretch! how durst _you_ fatten upon olios +and ragouts, and set trash like _this_ before your _husband?_"--"My +dear," replied Juana, meekly, "I am starving; nothing have I tasted +since breakfast."--"Don't lie, you jade! Where's the wild-fowl and the +Bologna sausage sent you by that rogue, Gomez? Stolen were they from +the canon's kitchen, and you know it! And where's the skin of excellent +Calcavella, from the Caballero's overflowing vaults? Give it to me this +_instant_, you hussy, you vixen, you--"--"Indeed, _indeed_," cried the +unfortunate wife in deep anguish, "I take all the saints in heaven to +witness--."--"That, and that, and _that_," interrupted the furious +tyrant, lashing her severely, according to custom, with a thick thong of +leather, and now and then adding a blow with his fist; "let's see if +_that_ will bring me a supper fit for a Christian, and a draught of Don +Miguel's Calcavella!" Juana remembered Pedrillo's advice, and after +roaring out more loudly than usual for aid from St. Jago, St. Francis, +St. Benedict, and St. Nicholas, shrieked at the highest pitch of her +voice, "May the three blessed Maries help me!" No sooner were the words +uttered, than in rushed three apparitions, arrayed in white, but so +enfolded in lined, that it was impossible to determine whether they +represented men or women; of their visages, only their eyes were +visible, peering frightfully from the white covering of their heads; +each brandished a good stout cudgel, and each, without uttering a word, +falling quick as thought upon Perez Donilla, repaid him the blows he had +lavished on his unhappy wife with such interest, as would have sealed +his fate indubitably, had not she interposed; but upon the entreaties of +that exemplary wife, the three holy Maries remitted the remainder of +their flagellation, and retired, leaving Perez senseless on the floor. +Poor Juana was agonized at beholding the state to which her graceless +partner was reduced, and hauling him, as well as her own exhausted +strength would permit, upon his miserable pallet, washed the blood and +dust from his wounds, and watched his return to consciousness with +unexampled tenderness and dutiful fidelity. Perez at length opened his +eyes, and said, in the mild voice which was natural to him when sober, +"My poor Juana, I wish you could fetch your cousin Pedro to see me; I +think I shall die." Juana was half distracted at this speech; and +running to the next house, bribed a neighbour's child by the promise of +a broad-brimmed straw hat, to shade his complexion from the sun, to run +for Doctor Pedrillo. Pedro soon arrived, and was evidently more puzzled +respecting his deportment than the case of his patient. Sundry "nods, +and becks, and wreathed smiles," and sundry eloquent glances of his +bright black eyes, were covertly bestowed upon his _fair_ cousin; anon, +with ludicrous solemnity, he felt the pulse of Perez, shook his head, +and, in short, imitated with inimitable exactness all the technical +airs and graces of a regular graduate of Salamanca.--"Cousin," cried he +at length, with a sly look at Juana, "I pity your plight--from my soul I +do; but your case is, I am grieved to say, desperate, unless I am +informed of the _cause_ of these monstrous weals, bruises, slashes, and +chafings, in order that my prescription, may--"--"The _cause_ of them," +said Perez, almost frightened to death, "is, having to my cost a _saint_ +of a wife."--"How! that a _misfortune?_ explain yourself, my poor +fellow."--"Readily," replied Donilla, "if that will help to heal +me."--He then explained minutely the circumstances of the case, +concluding thus:--"Not but what I am, after all, remarkably indebted to +Juana, for had she only called the eleven thousand Virgins to her +assistance, their zeal would undoubtedly have divided my body amongst +them; since, then, my wife has such friends in heaven; I shall +henceforth be careful how I enrage them again."--Perez Donilla kept to +his resolution, and the _Three Maries_, whom, without doubt, the +intelligent reader has recognised through their disguise, lived for many +years to rejoice in the blessed effects of a severe, but merited +infliction. M.L.B. + + + + * * * * * + +RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS. + + * * * * * + +THEATRICAL BILL. + + +At a play acted in 1511, on the Feast of St. Margaret, the following +disbursements were made as the charges of the exhibition:-- + + _£. s. d._ + To musicians, for which, however, + they were bound to + perform three nights 0 5 6 + For players, in bread and ale 0 3 1 + For decorations, dresses, and + play-books 1 0 0 + To John Hobbard, priest, and + author of the piece 0 2 8 + For the place in which the + representation was held 0 1 0 + For furniture 0 1 4 + For fish and bread 0 0 4 + For painting three phantoms + and devils 0 0 6 + And for four chickens for the + hero 0 0 4 + +H. B. A. + + + * * * * * + +ROBINSON CRUSOE'S ISLAND. + + +The United States ship, Vincennes, visited the island of Juan Fernandez, +off the coast of Chili, a few months since, and remained there three +days. There were two Yankees and six Otaheitans on the island. The +former had formed a settlement for the purpose of supplying whale-ships +with water, poultry, and vegetables. The soil is said to be +astonishingly fertile. + +_--New York Shipping List, 1366._ + + + * * * * * + +THE LETTER H. + +_From an old History of England._ + + + "Not superstitiously I speak, but H his letter still + Hath been observed ominous to England's good or ill." + + Humber the Hun, with foreign arms, did first the brutes invade; + Helen to Rome's imperial throne the British crown convey'd; + Hengist and Horsus first did plant the Saxons in this isle; + Hungar and Hubba first brought Danes, that sway'd here a long while; + At Harold had the Saxon end at Hardy Knute the Dane; + Henries the First and Second did restore the English reign; + Fourth Henry first for Lancaster did England's crown obtain; + Seventh Henry jarring Lancaster and York unites in peace; + Henry the Eighth did happily Rome's irreligion cease. + + + * * * * * + +CHURCH OF AUSTIN FRIARS. + + +The church of Austin Friars is one of the most ancient Gothic remains in +the City of London. It belonged to a priory dedicated to St. Augustine, +and was founded for the friars Eremites of the order of Hippo, in +Africa, by Humphry Bohun, Earl of Hereford and Essex, 1253. A part of +this once spacious building was granted by Edward VI. to a congregation +of Germans and other strangers, who fled hither from religious +persecutions. Several successive princes have confirmed it to the Dutch, +by whom it has been used as a place of worship. J.M.C. + + + * * * * * + +DAUPHIN OF FRANCE. + +The heir apparent of the crown of France derives his title of Dauphin +from the following very singular circumstance. In 1349, Hubert, second +Count of Dauphiny, being inconsolable for the loss of his heir and only +child, who had leaped from his arms through a window of his palace at +Grenoble into the river Isere, entered into a convent of jacobins, and +ceded Dauphiny to Philip, a younger son of Philip of Valois (for 120,000 +florins of gold each of the value of twenty sols or ten pence English,) +on condition that the eldest son of the king of France should be always +after styled "the Dauphin," from the name of the province thus ceded. +Charles V., grandson to Philip of Valois, was the first who bore the +title in 1530. + + + + + * * * * * + +THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET. + +[Illustration: THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET.] + + +Everything connected with the name of HOGARTH is interesting to the +English reader. He was apprenticed to a silversmith, and from cutting +cyphers on silver spoons, he rose to be sergeant painter to the +king--and from engraving arms and shop-bills, to painting kings and +queens--the very top of the artist's ladder. The soul-breathing impulses +of genius enabled him to effect all this, and his example, (in support +of the maxim, that "every man is the architect of his own fortune,") +will be respected and cherished, at home and abroad, as long as +self-advancement continues to be the great stimulus to aspiring +industry. + +The old Elephant public-house therefore merits the attention of all +lovers of painting and genius; for in it, previous to his celebrity, +lodged WILLIAM HOGARTH. It was built before the fire of London, and +although so near, escaped its ravages; but the house was pulled down a +short time since, and another of more commodious construction erected on +its site. On the wall of the tap-room, in the old house, were four +paintings by Hogarth: one representing the Hudson's Bay Company's +Porters; another, his first idea for the Modern Midnight Conversation, +(differing from the print in a circumstance too broad in its humour for +the graver,) and another of Harlequin and Pierot seeming to be laughing +at the figure in the last picture. On the first floor was a picture of +Harlow Bush Fair, covered over with paint. This information is copied +from an old print picked up in our "collecting" rambles, at the foot of +which it is stated to have been obtained from "Mrs. Hibbert, who has +kept the house between thirty and forty years, and received her +information relating to Mr. Hogarth from persons at that time well +acquainted with him." The paintings were, we believe, removed previous +to the destruction of the old house. + +To the searchers into life and manners, Hogarth's moral paintings, to +which branch of art the above belong, are treasures of great prize; and +whether over his originals at the gallery in Pall Mall, or their copies +at the printsellers--the Elephant in Fenchurch-street, or the "painting +moralist's" tomb in Chiswick churchyard--Englishmen have just cause to +be proud of his name. + + + + * * * * * + +THE SELECTOR + +AND LITERARY NOTICES OF _NEW WORKS_ + + + * * * * * + +DAYS DEPARTED; OR, BANWELL HILL: + +_A Lay of the Severn Sea, by the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles._ + + +This is a delightful volume--full of nature and truth--and in every +respect worthy of "one of the most elegant, pathetic, and original +living poets of England." Moreover, it is just such a book as we +expected from the worthy vicar of Bremhill; dedicated to the Bishop of +Bath and Wells; and dated from Bremhill Parsonage, of which interesting +abode we inserted an unique description in our last volume. + +As our principal object is to give a few of the _poetical pictures_, we +shall be very brief with the prose, and merely quote an outline of the +poem. Mr. Bowles, it appears, is a native of the district in which he +resides, and this circumstance introduces some beautiful retrospective +feelings:-- + + But awhile, + Here let me stand, and gaze upon the scene, + Array'd in living light around, and mark + The morning sunshine,--on that very shore + Where once a child I wander'd,--Oh! return + (I sigh,) "return a moment, days of youth, + Of childhood,--oh, return!" How vain the thought, + Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse, + Unblam'd, may dally with imaginings; + For this wide view is like the scene of life, + Once travers'd o'er with carelessness and glee, + And we look back upon the vale of years, + And hear remembered voices, and behold, + In blended colours, images and shades + Long pass'd, now rising, as at Memory's call, + Again in softer light. + +The poem then proceeds with a description of an antediluvian cave at +Banwell, and a brief sketch of events since the deposit; but, as Mr. +Bowles observes, poetry and geological inquiry do not very amicably +travel together; we must, therefore, soon get out of the cave:-- + + But issuing from the Cave--look round--behold + How proudly the majestic Severn rides + On the sea,--how gloriously in light + It rides! Along this solitary ridge, + Where smiles, but rare, the blue Campanula, + Among the thistles, and grey stones, that peep + Through the thin herbage--to the highest point + Of elevation, o'er the vale below, + Slow let us climb. First, look upon that flow'r + The lowly heath-bell, smiling at our feet. + How beautiful it smiles alone! The Pow'r, + that bade the great sea roar--that spread the Heav'ns-- + That call'd the sun from darkness--deck'd that flow'r, + And bade it grace this bleak and barren hill. + Imagination, in her playful mood, + Might liken it to a poor village maid, + Lowly, but smiling in her lowliness, + And dress'd so neatly, as if ev'ry day + Were Sunday. And some melancholy Bard + Might, idly musing, thus discourse to it:-- + "Daughter of Summer, who dost linger here. + Decking the thistly turf, and arid hill, + Unseen--let the majestic Dahlia + Glitter, an Empress, in her blazonry + Of beauty; let the stately Lily shine, + As snow-white as the breast of the proud Swan, + Sailing upon the blue lake silently, + That lifts her tall neck higher, as she views + The shadow in the stream! Such ladies bright + May reign unrivall'd, in their proud parterres! + Thou would'st not live with them; but if a voice, + Fancy, in shaping mood, might give to thee, + To the forsaken Primrose, thou would'st say, + 'Come, live with me, and we two will rejoice:-- + Nor want I company; for when the sea + Shines in the silent moonlight, elves and fays, + Gentle and delicate as Ariel, + That do their spiritings on these wild bolts-- + Circle me in their dance, and sing such songs + As human ear ne'er heard!'"--But cease the strain, + Lest Wisdom, and severer Truth, should chide. + +Next is a sketch of Steep Holms, introducing the following exquisite +episode: + + Dreary; but on its steep + There is one native flower--the Piony. + She sits companionless, but yet not sad: + She has no sister of the summer-field, + That may rejoice with her when spring returns. + None, that in sympathy, may bend its head, + When the bleak winds blow hollow o'er the rock, + In autumn's gloom!--So Virtue, a fair flow'r, + Blooms on the rock of care, and though unseen, + It smiles in cold seclusion, and remote + From the world's flaunting fellowship, it wears + Like hermit Piety, that smile of peace, + In sickness, or in health, in joy or tears, + In summer-days, or cold adversity; + And still it feels Heav'n's breath, reviving, steal + On its lone breast--feels the warm blessedness + Of Heaven's own light about it, though its leaves + Are wet with ev'ning tears! + So smiles this flow'r: + And if, perchance, my lay has dwelt too long. + Upon one flower which blooms in privacy, + I may a pardon find from human hearts, + For such was my poor Mother![4] + + [4] Daughter of Dr. Grey, author of Memoria Technica, &c. rector of + Hinton, Northamptonshire, and prebendary of St. Paul's. + +We pass over some marine sketches, which are worthy of the _Vernet_ of +poets, a touching description of the sinking of a packet-boat, and the +first sound and sight of the sea--the author's childhood at Uphill +Parsonage--his reminiscences of the clock of Wells Cathedral--and some +real villatic sketches--a portrait of a _Workhouse Girl_--some caustic +remarks on prosing and prig parsons, commentators, and puritanical +excrescences of sects--to some unaffected lines on the village school +children of Castle-Combe, and their annual festival. This is so charming +a picture of rural joy, that we must copy it:-- + + If we would see the fruits of charity. + Look at that village group, and paint the scene. + Surrounded by a clear and silent stream, + Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray, + A rural mansion, on the level lawn, + Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade + Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch, + Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees + In front, the village-church, with pinnacles, + And light grey tow'r, appears, while to the right + An amphitheatre of oaks extends + Its sweep, till, more abrupt, a wooded knoll, + Where once a castle frown'd, closes the scene. + And see, an infant troop, with flags and drum, + Are marching o'er that bridge, beneath the woods, + On--to the table spread upon the lawn, + Raising their little hands when grace is said; + Whilst she, who taught them to lift up their hearts + In prayer, and to "remember, in their youth," + God, "their Creator,"--mistress of the scene, + (Whom I remember once, as young,) looks on, + Blessing them in the silence of her heart. + + And, children, now rejoice,-- + Now--for the holidays of life are few; + Nor let the rustic minstrel tune, in vain, + The crack'd church-viol, resonant to-day, + Of mirth, though humble! Let the fiddle scrape + Its merriment, and let the joyous group + Dance, in a round, for soon the ills of life + Will come! Enough, if one day in the year, + If one brief day, of this brief life, be given + To mirth as innocent as yours! + +Then we have an "aged widow" reading "GOD'S own Word" at her +cottage-door, with her daughter kneeling beside her--a sketch from those +halcyon days, when, in the beautiful allegory of Scripture, "every man +sat under his own fig-tree." This is followed by the "Elysian Tempe of +Stourhead," the seat of Sir Richard Colt Hoare, to whose talents and +benevolence Mr. Bowles pays a merited tribute. Longleat, the residence +of the Bishop of Bath and Wells, succeeds; and Marston, the abode of the +Rev. Mr. Skurray, a friend of the author from his "youthful days," +introduces the following beautiful descriptive snatch:-- + + And witness thou, + Marston, the seat of my kind, honour'd friend-- + My kind and honour'd friend, from youthful days. + Then wand'ring on the banks of Rhine, we saw + Cities and spires, beneath the mountains blue, + Gleaming; or vineyards creep from rock to rock; + Or unknown castles hang, as if in clouds; + Or heard the roaring of the cataract. + Far off,[5] beneath the dark defile or gloom + Of ancient forests--till behold, in light, + Foaming and flashing, with enormous sweep, + Through the rent rocks--where, o'er the mist of spray, + The rainbow, like a fairy in her bow'r, + Is sleeping while it roars--that volume vast, + White, and with thunder's deaf'ning roar, comes down. + + [5] At Shaffhausen. + +Part III. opens with the following metaphorical gem:-- + + The show'r is past--the heath-bell, at our feet, + Looks up, as with a smile, though the cold dew + Hangs yet within its cup, like Pity's tear + Upon the eye-lids of a village-child! + +This is succeeded by a poetic panorama of views from the Severn to +Bristol, introducing a solitary ship at sea--and the "solitary sand:"-- + + No sound was heard, + Save of the sea-gull warping on the wind, + Or of the surge that broke along the shore, + Sad as the seas. + +A picture of Bristol is succeeded by some scenes of great picturesque +beauty--as Wrington, the birth-place of the immortal Locke; Blagdon, the +rural rectory of + + Langhorne, a pastor and a poet too; + +and Barley-Wood, the seat of Mrs. Hannah More. Mr. Bowles also tells us +that the music of "Auld Robin Gray" was composed by Mr. Leaver, rector +of Wrington; and then adds a complimentary ballad to Miss Stephens on +the above air-- + + Sung by a maiden of the South, whose look-- + (Although her song be sweet)--whose look, whose life, + Is sweeter than her song. + +The last Part (IV.) contains some exquisite Sonnets, and the poem +concludes with a "Vision of the Deluge," and the ascent of the Dove of +the ark--in which are many sublime touches of the mastery of poetry. +There are nearly forty pages of Notes, for whose "lightness" and +garrulity Mr. Bowles apologizes. + +Altogether, we have been much gratified with the present work. It +contains poetry after our own heart--the poetry of nature and of +truth--abounding with tasteful and fervid imagery, but never drawing too +freely on the stores of fancy for embellishment. We could detach many +passages that have charmed and fascinated us in out reading; but one +must suffice for an epigrammatic exit:-- + + _--Hope's still light beyond the storms of Time._ + + + * * * * * + +SCENERY OF THE OHIO. + + +The heart must indeed be cold that would not glow among scenes like +these. Rightly did the French call this stream _La Belle Rivière_, (the +beautiful river.) The sprightly Canadian, plying his oar in cadence with +the wild notes of the boat-song, could not fail to find his heart +enlivened by the beautiful symmetry of the Ohio. Its current is always +graceful, and its shores every where romantic. Every thing here is on a +large scale. The eye of the traveller is continually regaled with +magnificent scenes. Here are no pigmy mounds dignified with the name of +mountains, no rivulets swelled into rivers. Nature has worked with a +rapid but masterly hand; every touch is bold, and the whole is grand as +well as beautiful; while room is left for art to embellish and fertilize +that which nature has created with a thousand capabilities. There is +much sameness in the character of the scenery; but that sameness is in +itself delightful, as it consists in the recurrence of noble traits, +which are too pleasing ever to be viewed with indifference; like the +regular features which we sometimes find in the face of a lovely woman, +their charm consists in their own intrinsic gracefulness, rather than in +the variety of their expressions. The Ohio has not the sprightly, +fanciful wildness of the Niagara, the St. Lawrence, or the Susquehanna, +whose impetuous torrents, rushing over beds of rocks, or dashing against +the jutting cliffs, arrest the ear by their murmurs, and delight the eye +with their eccentric wanderings. Neither is it like the Hudson, margined +at one spot by the meadow and the village, and overhung at another by +threatening precipices and stupendous mountains. It has a wild, solemn, +silent sweetness, peculiar to itself. The noble stream, clear, smooth, +and unruffled, swept onward with regular majestic force. Continually +changing its course, as it rolls from vale to vale, it always winds with +dignity, and avoiding those acute angles, which are observable in less +powerful streams, sweeps round in graceful bends, as if disdaining the +opposition to which nature forces it to submit. On each side rise the +romantic hills, piled on each other to a tremendous height; and between +them are deep, abrupt, silent glens, which at a distance seem +inaccessible to the human foot; while the whole is covered with timber +of a gigantic size, and a luxuriant foliage of the deepest hues. +Throughout this scene there is a pleasing solitariness, that speaks +peace to the mind, and invites the fancy to soar abroad, among the +tranquil haunts of meditation. Sometimes the splashing of the oar is +heard, and the boatman's song awakens the surrounding echoes; but the +most usual music is that of the native songsters, whose melody steals +pleasingly on the ear, with every modulation, at all hours, and in every +change of situation.--_Hon. Judge Hall's Letters from the West_. + + + * * * * * + +SNOW-WOMAN'S STORY. + +By Miss Edgeworth. + + +"Yes, madam, I bees an Englishwoman, though so low now and untidy +like--it's a shame to think of it--a Manchester woman, ma'am--and my +people was once in a bettermost sort of way--but sore pinched latterly." +She sighed, and paused. + +"I married an Irishman, madam," continued she, and sighed again. + +"I hope he gave you no reason to sigh," said Gerald's father. + +"Ah, no, sir, never!" answered the Englishwoman, with a faint sweet +smile. "Brian Dermody is a good man, and was always a koind husband to +me, as far and as long as ever he could, I will say that--but my friends +misliked him--no help for it. He is a soldier, sir,--of the +forty-fifth. So I followed my husband's fortins, as nat'ral, through the +world, till he was ordered to Ireland. Then he brought the children +over, and settled us down there at Bogafin in a little shop with his +mother--a widow. She was very koind too. But no need to tire you with +telling all. She married again, ma'am, a man young enough to be her +son--a nice man he was to look at too--a gentleman's servant he had +been. Then they set up in a public-house. Then the whiskey, ma'am, that +they bees all so fond of--he took to drinking it in the morning even, +ma'am--and that was bad, to my thinking." + +"Ay, indeed!" said Molly, with a groan of sympathy; "oh the whiskey! if +men could keep from it!" + +"And if women could!" said Mr. Crofton in a low voice. + +The Englishwoman looked up at him, and then looked down, refraining from +assent to his smile. + +"My mother-in-law," continued she, "was very koind to me all along, as +far as she could. But one thing she could not do; that was, to pay me +back the money of husband's and mine that I lent her. I thought this odd +of her--and hard. But then I did not know the ways of the country in +regard to never paying debts." + +"Sure it's not the ways of all Ireland, my dear," said Molly; "and it's +only them that has not that can't pay--how can they?" + +"I don't know--it's not for me to say," said the Englishwoman, +reservedly; "I am a stranger. But I thought if they could not pay me, +they need not have kept a jaunting-car." + +"Is it a jaunting-car?" cried Molly. She pushed from her the chair on +which she was leaning--"Jaunting-car bodies! and not to pay you!--I give +them up intirely. Ill-used you were, my poor Mrs. Dermody--and a shame! +and you a stranger! But them were Connaught people. I ask your +pardon--finish your story." + +"It is finished, ma'am. They were ruined, and all sold; and I could not +stay with my children to be a burthen. I wrote to husband, and he wrote +me word to make my way to Dublin, if I could, to a cousin of his in +Pill-lane--here's the direction--and that if he can get leave from his +colonel, who is a good gentleman, he will be over to settle me +somewhere, to get my bread honest in a little shop, or some way. I am +used to work and hardship; so I don't mind. Brian was very koind in +his letter, and sent me all he had--a pound, ma'am--and I set out on my +journey on foot, with the three children. The people on the road were +very koind and hospitable indeed; I have nothing to say against the +Irish for that; they are more hospitabler a deal than in England, though +not always so honest. Stranger as I was, I got on very well till I came +to the little village here hard by, where my poor boy that is gone first +fell sick of the measles. His sickness, and the 'pot'ecary' stuff and +all, and the lodging and living ran me very low. But I paid all, every +farthing; and let none know how poor I was, for I was ashamed, you know, +ma'am, or I am sure they would have helped me, for they are a koind +people, I will say that for them, and ought so to do, I am sure. Well, I +pawned some of my things, my cloak even, and my silk bonnet, to pay +honest; and as I could not do no otherwise, I left them in pawn, and, +with the little money I raised, I set out forwards on my road to Dublin +again, so soon as I thought my boy was able to travel. I reckoned too +much upon his strength. We had got but a few miles from the village when +he dropped, and could not get on; and I was unwilling and ashamed to +turn back, having so little to pay for lodgings. I saw a kind of hut, or +shed, by the side of a hill. There was nobody in it. It was empty of +every thing but some straw, and a few turf, the remains of a fire. I +thought there would be no harm in taking shelter in it for my children +and myself for the night. The people never came back to whom it +belonged, and the next day my poor boy was worse; he had a fever this +time. Then the snow came on. We had some little store of provisions that +had been made up for us for the journey to Dublin, else we must have +perished when we were snowed up. I am sure the people in the village +never know'd that we were in that hut, or they would have come to help +us, for they bees very koind people. There must have been a day and a +night that passed, I think, of which I know nothing. It was all a dream. +When I got up from my illness, I found my boy dead--and the others with +famished looks. Then I had to see them faint with hunger." + +The poor woman had told her story without any attempt to make it +pathetic, and thus far without apparent emotion or change of voice; but +when she came to this part, and spoke of her children, her voice changed +and failed--she could only add, looking at Gerald, "You know the rest, +master; Heaven bless you!" + +_The Christmas Box_ + + + + * * * * * + +THE COSMOPOLITE. + + * * * * * + +ENGLISH GARDENS. + + +We are veritable sticklers for old customs; and accordingly at this +season of the year, have our room decorated with holly and other +characteristic evergreens. For the last hour we have been seated before +a fine bundle of these festive trophies; and, strange as it may seem, +this circumstance gave rise to the following paper. The holly reminded +us of the Czar Peter spoiling the garden-hedge at Sayes Court; this led +us to John Evelyn, the father of English gardening: and the laurels +drove us into shrubbery nooks, and all the retrospections of our early +days, and above all to our early love of gardens. Our enthusiasm was +then unaffected and uninfluenced by great examples; we had neither heard +nor read of Lord Bacon nor Sir William Temple, nor any other illustrious +writer on gardening; but this love was the pure offspring of our own +mind and heart. Planting and transplanting were our delight; the seed +which our tiny hands let fall into the bosom of the earth, we almost +watched peeping through little clods, after the kind and quickening +showers of spring; and we regarded the germinating of an upturned bean +with all the surprise and curiosity of our nature. As we grew in mind +and stature, we learned the loftier lessons of philosophy, and threw +aside the "Pocket Gardener," for the sublime chapters of Bacon and +Temple; and as the stream of life carried us into its vortex, we learned +to contemplate their pages as the living parterres of a garden, and +their bright imageries as fascinating flowers. As we journeyed onward +through the busy herds of crowded cities, we learned the holier +influences of gardens in reflecting that a garden has been the scene of +man's birth--his fall--and proffered redemption. + +It would be difficult to find a subject which has been more fervently +treated by poets and philosophers, than the _love of gardens_. In old +Rome, poets sung of their gardens. Ovid is so fond of flowers, that in +his account of the Rape of Proserpine, in his Fasti, he devotes several +lines to the enumeration of flowers gathered by her attendants. But the +passion for gardening, which evidently came from the East, never +prevailed much in Europe till the times of the religious orders, who +greatly improved it. + +Our anecdotical recollections of the taste for gardens must be but few, +or they will carry us beyond our limits. Lord Bacon appears to have done +more towards their encouragement than any other writer, and his essay +on gardens is too well known to admit of quotation. Sir William Temple +has, however, many eloquent passages in his writings, in one of which he +calls _gardening_ the "inclination of kings, the choice of philosophers, +and the common favourite of public and private men; a pleasure of the +greatest, and the care of the meanest; and, indeed, an employment and a +possession, for which no man is too high or too low." Perhaps John +Evelyn did more than either of these philosophers. Temple's garden at +Moor Park was one of the most beautiful of its kind; but at the time +when Evelyn introduced ornamental gardening into England, there were no +examples for imitation. All was devised by his own active mind; and in +the political storms of his time, his garden and plantations became +subjects of popular conversation; while the intervals of his secession +from public life were filled up in writing several practical treatises +on his favourite science. At Wotton, in Surrey, may be seen the large, +enclosed flower-garden, which was to have formed one of the principal +objects in his "Elysium Britannicum;" and this idea has been partly +realized by one of his successors. + +Andrew Marvell has, however, anathematized gardens with much severity, +in some lines entitled "The Mower against Gardens;" and commencing +thus:-- + + Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, + Did after him the world seduce, + And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, + Where nature was most plain and pure. + He first enclos'd within the garden's square + A dead and standing pool of air; + And a more luscious earth from them did knead, + Which stupify'd them while it fed, &c., + +On the other side, old Gerarde asks his courteous and well-willing +readers--"Whither do all men walk for their honest recreation, but where +the earth has most beneficially painted her face with flourishing +colours? and what season of the year more longed for than the spring, +whose gentle breath entices forth the kindly sweets, and makes them +yield their fragrant smells." Lord Bacon, too, thus fondly dwells on +part of its allurements:--"That flower, which above all others yields +the sweetest smell in the air, is the violet. Next to that is the +musk-rose, then the strawberry leaves, dying with a most excellent +cordial smell. Then sweet briars, then wall flowers, which are very +delightful to be set under a parlour, or lower chamber window. But those +which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but +being trodden upon and crushed, are three, that is burner, wild thyme, +and water mints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to +have the pleasure where you walk or tread." Sir William Temple says +Epicurus studied, exercised, and taught his philosophy in his garden. +Milton, we know, passed many hours together in his garden at Chalfont; +Cowley poured forth the greatness of his soul in his rural retreat +at Chertsey; and Lord Shaftesbury wrote his "Characteristics," at +a delightful spot near Reigate. Pope, in one of his letters, says, +"I am in my garden, amused and easy; this is a scene where one finds no +disappointment;"--and within the same neighbourhood, Thomson + + "Sung the Seasons and their change." + +England can likewise boast of very great names who have been attached to +this art, though they have not written on the subject. Lord Burleigh, +Sir Walter Raleigh, Lord Capell, William III--for Switzer tells us, that +"in the least interval of ease, gardening took up a great part of his +time, in which he was not only a delighter, but likewise a great +judge,"--the Earl of Essex, whom Lord William Russell said "was the +worthiest, the justest, the sincerest, and the most concerned for the +public, of any man he ever knew;" Lord William Russell too, who, as +Switzer tells us, "made Stratton, about seven miles from Winchester, his +seat, and his gardens there were some of the best that were made in +those early days, such indeed as have mocked some that have been done +since, and the gardens at Southampton House, in Bloomsbury Square, were +also of his making." Henry, Earl of Danby, the Earl of Gainsborough, +"the _Maecenas_ of his age," the Earl of Halifax, the friend of Addison, +Swift, Pope, and Steele; Lord Weymouth, of Longleate; Dr. Sherard, of +Eltham; the Earl of Scarborough, an accomplished nobleman, immortalized +by Pope, and by the fine pen of Chesterfield; and the Duke of Argyle, +with numerous other men of rank and science, have highly assisted in +elevating gardening to the station it has long since held.[6] + + [6] "Portraits of English Authors on Gardening." + +Beauty and health are the attributes of gardening. In illustration of +the former, we remember a passage from Gervase Markham, thus: "As in the +composition of a delicate woman the grace of her cheeke is the mixture +of red and white, the wonder of her eye blacke and white, and the beauty +of her hand blew and white, any of which is not said to be beautifull if +it consist of single or simple colours; and so in walkes or alleyes, +the all greene, nor the all yellow, cannot be said to be most +beautifull; but the greene and yellow, (that is to say the untroade +grasse, and the well-knit gravelle) being equally mixt, give the eye +both lustre and delight beyond comparison." Abercrombie lived to the age +of _eighty_, when he died by a fall down stairs in the dark. He was +present at the battle of Preston Pans, which was fought close to his +father's garden walls. For the last twenty years he lived chiefly on +tea, using it three times a-day; his pipe was his first companion in the +morning, and last at night. He never remembered to have taken a dose of +physic in his life; prior to his last fatal accident, nor of having a +day's illness but once. + +The association of gardening with pastoral poetry, was exemplified in +Shenstone's design of the Leasowes--as Mr. Whately observes--a perfect +picture of his mind, simple, elegant, and amiable, and which will always +suggest a doubt whether the spot inspired his verses, or whether in the +scenes which he formed, he only realized the pastoral images which +abound in his songs. That elegant trifler, Horace Walpole, was +enthusiastically fond of gardening. One day telling his nurseryman that +he would have his trees planted irregularly, he replied, "Yes, sir, I +understand; you would have them hung down--somewhat _poetical_." + +PHILO. + + + + * * * * * + +NOTES OF A READER. + + * * * * * + +PORTRAIT OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. + + +Appended to a fine portrait of Sir Walter Scott, in the _Literary +Souvenir_ for 1829, is the following--by _Barry Cornwall_:-- + +We can scarcely imagine a thing much more pleasant indeed, to an artist, +than to be brought face to face with some famous person, and permitted +to examine and scrutinize his features, with that careful and intense +curiosity, that seems necessary to the perfecting a likeness. It must +have been to Raffaelle, at once a relaxation from his ordinary study, +and a circumstance interesting in itself, thus to look into faces so +full of meaning as those of Julius and Leo--and to say, "That look--that +glance, which seems so transient, will I fix for ever. Thus shall he be +seen, with that exact expression (although it lasted but for an instant) +five hundred years after he shall be dust and ashes!" + +This was probably the feeling of Raffaelle; and it must have been with a +somewhat similar pride that our excellent artist, Mr. Leslie, +accomplished his portrait of Sir Walter Scott, which the reader will +have already admired in this volume. It is surely a perfect work. No +one, who has once seen the great author, can forget that strange and +peculiar look (so full of meaning, and shrewd and cautious +observation--so entirely characteristic, in short, of the mind within) +which Mr. Leslie has succeeded in catching. One may gaze on it for ever, +and contemplate an exhaustless subject--all that the capacious +imagination has produced and is producing,--the populous, endless world +of fancy. + +Let the reader look, and be assured that _there_ is the strange spirit +that has discovered and wrought all the fine shapes that he has been +accustomed to look upon with wonder--Claverhouse, and Burley, and +Bothwell,--Meg Merrilies and Elspeth--the high and the low--the fierce +and the fair--Cavaliers and Covenanters, and the rest--presenting an +assemblage of character that is absolutely unequalled, except in the +pages of Shakspeare alone. There is no other writer, be he Greek, or +Goth, or Roman, who has ever astonished the world by creations so +infinitely diversified. The mind of the author appears so free from +egotism, so large and serene, so clear of all images of self, that it +receives, as in a lucid mirror, all the varieties of nature. + + + * * * * * + +ON A GIRL SLEEPING. + + + Thou liv'st! yet how profoundly deep + The silence of thy tranquil sleep! + Like death it almost seems: + So all unbroke the sighs which flow + From thy calm breast of spotless snow, + Like music heard in dreams. + + Thy soul is filled with gentle thought, + Unto its shrine by angels brought + From Heaven's supreme abode; + Thy dreams are not of earthly things, + But, borne upon Religion's wings, + They lift thee up to God. + +_Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + + +A species of _fames canina_ is to be met with amongst schoolboys, which +affects the _juveniles_ most when most in health. We remember a +gentleman offering a wager, that a boy taken promiscuously from any of +the public charity-schools, should, five minutes after his dinner, eat a +pound of beef-steaks.--_Brande's Jour._ + + + * * * * * + +THE GIPSY'S MALISON. + + + Suck, baby, suck, mother's love grows by giving, + Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting; + Black manhood comes, when riotous guilty living + Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting. + Kiss, baby, kiss, mother's lips shine by kisses, + Choke the warm breath that else would fail in blessings; + Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses + Tender thee the kiss that poisons 'mid caressings. + Hang, baby, hang, mother's love loves such forces, + Strain the fond neck that bends still to thy clinging: + Black manhood comes, when violent lawless courses + Leave thee a spectacle in rude air swinging.-- + + So sang a wither'd Sibyl energetical, + And bann'd the ungiving door with lips prophetical. + +C. LAMB. _Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + +EPICURES. + + +As a mere untravelled practical Englishman, and, moreover, of the old +school, Quin, no doubt, ranks high in the lists of gastronomy: but he is +completely distanced by many moderns, both in love for and knowledge of +the science. Among the most noted of the moderns we beg to introduce our +readers to Mr. Rogerson, an enthusiast and a martyr. He, as may be +presumed, was educated at that University where the rudiments of palatic +science are the most thoroughly impressed on the ductile organs of +youth. His father, a gentleman of Gloucestershire, sent him abroad to +make the grand tour, upon which journey, says our informant, young +Rogerson attended to nothing but the various modes of cookery, and +methods of eating and drinking luxuriously. Before his return his father +died, and he entered into the possession of a very large monied fortune, +and a small landed estate. He was now able to look over his notes of +epicurism, and to discover where the most exquisite dishes were to be +had, and the best cooks procured. He had no other servants in his house +than men cooks; his butler, footman, housekeeper, coachman, and grooms, +were all cooks. He had three Italian cooks, one from Florence, another +from Sienna, and a third from Viterbo, for dressing one dish, the _docce +piccante_ of Florence. He had a messenger constantly on the road between +Brittany and London, to bring him the eggs of a certain sort of plover, +found near St. Maloes. He has eaten a single dinner at the expense of +fifty-eight pounds, though himself only sat down to it, and there were +but two dishes. He counted the minutes between meals, and seemed totally +absorbed in the idea, or in the action of eating, yet his stomach was +very small; it was the exquisite flavour alone, that he sought. In nine +years he found his table dreadfully abridged by the ruin of his fortune; +and himself hastening to poverty. This made him melancholy, and brought +on disease. When totally ruined, having spent near 150,000 l., a +friend gave him a guinea to keep him from starving; and he was found in +a garret soon after roasting an ortolan with his own hands. We regret to +add, that a few days afterwards, this extraordinary youth shot himself. +We hope that his notes are not lost to the dining world. + + + * * * * * + +COLLEGE DREAMS. + + +How often in senior common-rooms may be marked the gradual dropping +asleep of the learned and venerable members! First, after a few rounds +of the bottle, the tongues, which are tired of eulogizing or +vituperating the various dishes which had smoked upon the board, +gradually begin to be still,--soon conversation comes absolutely to a +stand,--the candles grow alarmingly long in the wick,--comparative +darkness involves the sage assembly,--and first one, then another, drops +off into a placid and harmonious repose. Then what dreams float before +the eyes of their imagination! Blue silk pelisses jostling shovel hats, +church spires dancing in most admired disorder, fat incumbents falling +down in a fit, neat clerical-looking gigs standing at vicarage doors, +and these all incongruously commingled with white veils, lawn sleeves, +roast beef, pulpit cushions, bright eyes, and small black sarsnet shoes. +Suddenly the chapel bell dissolves the fleeting fabric of the vision; +and, behold! the white veil is a poet's imagination, the church spire is +still at a miserable distance, the vicarage is a Utopian nonentity, and +the fat incumbent, in a state of the ruddiest health, is the only +reality of the dream. + +_--Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + +WOMAN + + +Nothing sets so wide a mark "between the vulgar and the noble seed" as +the respect and reverential love of womanhood. A man who is always +sneering at woman is generally a coarse profligate, or a coarse bigot, +no matter which. + + * * * * * + +ANGLING. + +We have often thought that angling alone offers to man the degree of +half-business, half-idleness, which the fair sex find in their +needle-work or knitting, which, employing the hands, leaves the mind at +liberty, and occupying the attention so far as is necessary to remove +the painful sense of a vacuity, yet yields room for contemplation, +whether upon things heavenly or earthly, cheerful or melancholy. + --_Quarterly Rev._ + + + + + * * * * * + +THE GATHERER. + + "A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles." + SHAKSPEARE. + + * * * * * + + +LAUGHTER. + + +"Laugh and grow fat," is an old adage; and Sterne tells us, that every +time a man laughs, he adds something to his life. An eccentric +philosopher, of the last century, used to say, that he liked not only to +laugh himself, but to see laughter, and hear laughter. "Laughter, Sir, +laughter is good for health; it is a provocative to the appetite, and a +friend to digestion. Dr. Sydenham, Sir, said the arrival of a +merry-andrew in a town was more beneficial to the health of the +inhabitants than twenty asses loaded with medicine." Mr. Pott used to +say that he never saw the "Tailor riding to Brentford," without feeling +better for a week afterwards. + + + * * * * * + +LEGAL PEARL-DIVERS. + + +Every barrister can "shake his head," and too often, like Sheridan's +Lord Burleigh, it is the only proof he vouchsafes of his wisdom. Curran +used to call these fellows "legal pearl-divers."--"You may observe +them," he would say, "their heads barely under water--their eyes shut, +and an index floating behind them, displaying the precise degree of +their purity and their depth." + + + * * * * * + +GRAMMATICAL LEARNING. + + +An author left a comedy with Foote for perusal; and on the next visit +asked for his judgment on it, with rather an ignorant degree of +assurance. "If you looked a little more to the grammar of it, I think," +said Foote, "it would be better."--"To the grammar of it, Sir! What! +would you send me to school again?"--"And pray, Sir," replied Foote, +very gravely, "would that do you any harm?" + + + * * * * * + +SWEARING BY PROXY. + + +Cardinal Dubois used frequently, in searching after any thing he wanted, +to swear excessively. One of his clerks told him, "Your eminence had +better hire a man to swear for you, and then you will gain so much +time." + + + * * * * * + +THE MUNIFICENT SAINT. + + +A devout lady offered up a prayer to St. Ignatius for the conversion of +her husband; a few days after, the man died; "What a good saint is our +Ignatius!" exclaimed the consolable widow, "he bestows on us more +benefits than we ask for!" + + * * * * * + +PRODIGALITY. + + +A petty journalist was boasting in company, that he was a dispenser of +fame to those on whom he wrote. 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No. 350.</b></td> + <td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, JANUARY 3, 1829.</b></td> + <td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + + + + + +<h2>BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM.</h2> + +<div class="figure" style="width:100%;"><a href="images/350-001.png"><img width = "100%" src="images/350-001.png" alt="BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM." /></a></div> + +<p>The engraving represents this interesting +structure, as it appeared in the year 1686; +being copied from a print, after a picture +by Wolridge.</p> + +<p>The original castle was very ancient, as +appears by the foundations, and an old +brick tower over a deep well, the upper +part of which has been used as a dairy. +The castle is said to have been built by +Earl Waltheof, who, in 1069 married +Judith, niece to William the Conqueror, +who gave him the earldom of Northampton +and Huntingdon for her portion. +Matilda or Maud, their only child, after +the death of Simon St. Liz, her first husband, +married David, first of the name, +king of Scotland; and Maud, being +heiress of Huntingdon, had in her own +right, as an appendix to that honour, the +manor of Tottenham in Middlesex.</p> + +<p>Robert Bruce, grandson of David, +Earl of Huntingdon, and grandfather to +Robert I. of Scotland, memorable as the +restorer of the independence of his country, +became one of the competitors for +the crown of Scotland in 1290, but being +superseded by John Baliol, Bruce retired +to England, and settled at his grandfather's +estate at Tottenham, repaired the +castle, and acquiring another manor, called +it and the castle after his own name. +Shakspeare says,</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns,</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>and the fortunes of the two Bruces are +"confirmation strong as holy writ."</p> + +<p>The estate being forfeited to the crown, +it had different proprietors, till 1631, +when it was in the possession of Hugh +Hare, Lord Coleraine. Henry Hare, the +last Lord Coleraine of that family, having +been deserted by his wife, who obstinately +refused, for twenty years, to +return to him, formed a connexion with +Miss Roze Duplessis, a French lady, by +whom he had a daughter, born in Italy, +whom he named Henrietta Roza Peregrina, +and to whom he left all his estates. +This lady married the late Mr. Alderman +Townsend; but, being an alien, she +could not take the estates; and the will +being legally made, barred the heirs at +law; so that the estate escheated to the +crown. However, a grant of these estates, +confirmed by act of parliament, +was made to Mr. Townsend and his +lady, whose son, Henry Hare Townsend, +Esq. in 1792, voluntarily sold the property +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page2" id="page2"></a>[pg 2]</span> +for the payment of the family debts; +and "although the castle may soon be +levelled with the ground, yet the destruction +of this ancient fabric will acquire +him more honour, than if the prudence +of his ancestors had enabled him to restore +the three towers, of which now only +one remains."<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a></p> + + + +<p>The present mansion is partly ancient, +and partly modern, and was very lately the +property of Sir William Curtis, Bart. +Up to the period at which the castle is represented +in the engraving, the building +must have undergone many alterations, +as the tower on the left, and the two +octagonal and centre towers, will prove. +The grounds there appear laid out in the +trim fashion of the seventeenth century, +and ornamented with fountains, vases, +&c.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>NEW YEAR'S CUSTOM.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>BROMLEY PAGETS, Staffordshire, is +129 miles from London, and is a pretty +town on the skirts of Derbyshire. This +place is remarkable, or was lately, for a +sport on New Year's Day and Twelfth +Day, called <i>The Hobby-Horse Dance</i>, +from a person who rode upon the image +of a horse, with a bow and arrow in his +hands, with which he made a snapping +noise, and kept time to the music, while +six men danced the hay and other country +dances, with as many deer's heads +on their shoulders. To this hobby-horse +belonged a pot, which the reeves of the +town kept filled with cakes and ale, towards +which the spectators contributed a +penny, and with the remainder they maintained +their poor and repaired the church.</p> + +<p>HALBERT H.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE BARON'S TRUMPET.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">Thou blowest for Hector.</p> +<p class="i14"> TROILUS and CRESSIDA.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Sound, sound the charge, when the wassel bowl</p> +<p class="i2">Is lifted with songs, let the trumpets shrill blast</p> +<p>Awaken like fire in the warrior's soul,</p> +<p class="i2">The bright recollections of chivalry past;</p> +<p>Let the lute or the lyre the soft stripling rejoice,</p> +<p>No music on earth is so sweet as thy voice.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sound, sound the charge when the foe is before us,</p> +<p class="i2">When the visors are closed and the lances are down,</p> +<p>If we fall, let the banner of victory o'er us</p> +<p class="i2">Dance time to thy clarion that sings our renown:</p> +<p>To the souls of the valiant no requiem is given,</p> +<p>So fit as thine echoes, to soothe them in heaven.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>LEON.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE NEW YEAR</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Twenty-nine, Father Janus! and can it be true,</p> +<p>That your <i>double-fac'd</i> sconce is again in our view?</p> +<p>Take a chair, my old boy—while our glasses we fill,</p> +<p>And tell us, "what news"—for you can if you will.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Shall we have any war? or will there be peace?</p> +<p>Will swindlers, as usual, the credulous fleece?</p> +<p>Will the season produce us a <i>deluge</i> of rain?</p> +<p>Did the comet bring coughs and catarrhs in his train?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Will gas, so delicious, <i>perfume</i> our abodes?</p> +<p>Will McAdam continue "Colossus of <i>roads?</i>"</p> +<p>Will Venus's boy be abroad with his bow,</p> +<p>And make the dear girls over bachelors crow?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Will <i>quid-nuncs</i> from scandalous whispers refrain?</p> +<p>Will poets the pent of Parnassus attain?</p> +<p>Will travellers' tomes touch the truth to a T?</p> +<p>Will critics from caustic coercion be free?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Shall we check crafty care in his cunning career?</p> +<p>In short—shall we welcome a happy new year?</p> +<p>What, <i>mum</i>, Father Janus?—egad I suppose,</p> +<p>Not one of our queries you mean to disclose.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Let us, therefore, the blessings which Providence sends,</p> +<p>To our country, to us, our relations and friends,</p> +<p>With gratitude own—and employ the supplies,</p> +<p>As prudence suggests, "to be merry and wise."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Nor ever, too curious the future to pry,</p> +<p>Presume on our own feeble strength to rely;</p> +<p>But, taught by the <i>past;</i> for the <i>future</i>, depend</p> +<p>Where the wise and the good all their wishes extend.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>JACOBUS.</p> +<br /> + +<hr /> + +<h3>FALLING STONES.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>Of these bodies, the most general opinion +now is, that they are really of <i>celestial</i> +origin. But a few years ago, nothing +could have appeared more absurd than +the idea that we should ever be able to +examine the most minute fragment of the +siderial system; and it must, no doubt, +be reckoned among the wonders of the +age in which we live, that considerable +portions of these heavenly bodies are now +known to have descended to the earth. +An event so wonderful and unexpected +was at first received with incredulity and +ridicule; but we may now venture to +consider the fact as well established as +any other hypothesis of natural philosophy, +which does not actually admit of +mathematical demonstration. The attention +of our philosophers was first called +to this subject by the falling of one of +these masses of matter near Flamborough +Head, in Yorkshire; it weighed about 50 +pounds, and for some years after its descent +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page3" id="page3"></a>[pg 3]</span> +did not excite the interest it deserved, +nor would perhaps that attention +have been paid to it which was required +for the investigation of the truth, if a +similar and more striking phenomenon +had not happened a few years afterwards +at Benares, in the East Indies. Some +fragments of the stones which fell in +India were brought to Sir Joseph Banks +by Major Williams; and Sir Joseph being +desirous of knowing if there might not be +some truth in these repeated accounts of +falling stones, gave them to be analyzed, +when it was found by a very skilful analysis, +published in the Transactions, +1802, that the stones collected in various +countries, and to which a similar history +is attached, contained very peculiar ingredients, +and all of the same kind. The +earthy parts were silex and magnesia, in +which were interspersed small grains of +metallic iron. Since these investigations, +the subject has attracted very general attention, +and most of the fragments of +stones said to have fallen from heaven, +and which have been preserved in the +cabinets of the curious, on account of this +tradition, have been analyzed, and found +to consist of the same ingredients, varying +only in their different proportions.</p> + +<p>Pliny relates, that a great stone fell +near Egos Potamos, in the Thracian +Chersonese, in the second year of the +78th Olympiad. In the year 1706, another +large stone is, on the authority of +Paul Lucas, then at Larissa, said to have +fallen in Macedonia. It weighed 72 +pounds. Cardan assures us, that a shower +of at least 1,200 stones fell in Italy, the +largest of which weighed 120 pounds; +and their fall was accompanied by a great +light in the air.</p> + +<p>The caaba, or great black stone, preserved +by the Mahometans in the Temple +of Mecca, had probably a celestial origin. +It is said to have been brought from +heaven by the angel Gabriel. Some astronomers +imagine that these stones have +been thrown from a lunar volcano. There +is nothing, perhaps, philosophically inconsistent +in this theory, for volcanic appearances +have been seen in the moon; +and a force such as our volcanoes exert +would be sufficient to project fragments +that might possibly arrive at the surface +of the earth. But probability is certainly +against it, and it seems more likely that +they are fragments of comets. For those +bodies, from their own nature, must be +subject to chemical changes of a very violent +nature; add to this, that from the +smallness of their dimensions, a fragment +projected from them with a very slight +velocity would never return to the mass +to which it originally belonged; but +would traverse the celestial regions till it +met with some planetary or other body +sufficiently ponderous to attract it to itself.</p> + +<p>We have numerous other instances of +these phenomena, which are attested by +many very credible witnesses, but I will +not at present monopolize more of your +valuable pages with this subject, though +one of considerable interest; yet I may, +perhaps, at some future period, if agreeable, +send you a few rather more circumstantial +and more interesting accounts +than the above.</p> + +<p><i>Near Sheffield.</i></p> + +<p>J.M.C—— D.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE POET, CHATTERTON.</h3> + +<h4><i>(To the Editor of the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>Should the following notice of Chatterton, +which I copy from a <i>small handkerchief</i> +in my possession, be thought +worthy of a place in the MIRROR, you +will oblige me by inserting it. The +handkerchief has been in my possession +about twenty-five years, and was probably +printed soon after the poet's death; he is +represented sitting at a table, writing, in +a miserable apartment; behind him the +bed turned up, &c.</p> + +<p>SUFFOLK.</p> +<br /> + +<p><i>The Distressed Poet, or a true representation +of the unfortunate Chatterton.</i></p> + +<p>The painting from which the engraving +was taken of the distressed poet, was the +work of a friend of the unfortunate +Chatterton. This friend drew him in the +situation in which he is represented in +this plate. Anxieties and cares had advanced +his life, and given him an older +look than was suited to his age. The +sorry apartment portrayed in the print, +the folded bed, the broken utensil below +it, the bottle, the farthing candle, and +the disorderly raiment of the bard, are +not inventions of fancy. They were +realities; and a satire upon an age and a +nation of which generosity is doubtless a +conspicuous characteristic. But poor +Chatterton was born under a bad star: +his passions were too impetuous, and in +a distracted moment he deprived himself +of an existence, which his genius, and +the fostering care of the public would +undoubtedly have rendered comfortable +and happy. Unknown and miserable +while alive, he now calls forth curiosity +and attention. Men of wit and learning +employ themselves to celebrate his talents, +and to express their approbation of his +writings. Hard indeed was his fate, born +to adorn the times in which he lived, yet +compelled to fall a victim to pride and +poverty! His destiny, cruel as it was, +gives a charm to his verses; and while +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page4" id="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span> +the bright thought excites admiration, +the recollection of his miseries awakens a +tender sympathy and sorrow. Who +would not wish that he had been so fortunate +as to relieve a fellow creature so +accomplished, from wretchedness, despair, +and suicide?</p> + + +<h4>WRITTEN ON VIEWING THE PORTRAIT OF CHATTERTON.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Ah! what a contrast in that face portray'd,</p> +<p>Where care and study cast alternate shade;</p> +<p>But view it well, and ask thy heart the cause,</p> +<p>Then chide, with honest warmth, that cold applause</p> +<p>Which counteracts the fostering breath of praise,</p> +<p>And shades with cypress the young poet's bays:</p> +<p>Pale and dejected, mark, how genius strives</p> +<p>With poverty, and mark, how well it thrives;</p> +<p>The shabby cov'ring of the gentle bard,</p> +<p>Regard it well, 'tis worthy thy regard,</p> +<p>The friendly cobweb, serving for a screen,</p> +<p>The chair, a part of what it once had been;</p> +<p>The bed, whereon th' unhappy victim slept</p> +<p>And oft unseen, in silent anguish, wept,</p> +<p>Or spent in dear delusive dreams, the night,</p> +<p>To wake, next morning, but to curse the light,</p> +<p>Too deep distress the artist's hand reveals;</p> +<p>But like a friend's the black'ning deed conceals;</p> +<p>Thus justice, to mild complacency bends,</p> +<p>And candour, all harsh influence, suspends.</p> +<p>Enthron'd, supreme in judgment, mercy sits,</p> +<p>And, in one breath condemns, applauds, acquits:</p> +<p>Whoe'er thou art, that shalt this face survey,</p> +<p>And turn, with cold disgust, thine eyes away.</p> +<p>Then bless thyself, that sloth and ignorance bred</p> +<p>Thee up in safety, and with plenty fed,</p> +<p>Peace to thy mem'ry! may the sable plume</p> +<p>Of dulness, round thy forehead ever bloom;</p> +<p>May'st thou, nor can I wish a greater curse;</p> +<p>Live full despis'd, and die without a nurse;</p> +<p>Or, if same wither'd hag, for sake of hire,</p> +<p>Should wash thy sheets, and cleanse thee from the mire,</p> +<p>Let her, when hunger peevishly demands</p> +<p>The dainty morsel from her barb'rous hands,</p> +<p>Insult, with hellish mirth, thy craving maw</p> +<p>And snatch it to herself, and call it law,</p> +<p>Till pinching famine waste thee to the bone</p> +<p>And break, at last, that solid heart of stone.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>LAY OF THE WANDERING ARAB.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Away, away, my barb and I,"</p> +<p class="i2">As free as wave, as fleet as wind,</p> +<p>We sweep the sands of Araby,</p> +<p class="i2">And leave a world of slaves behind.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Tis mine to range in this wild garb,</p> +<p class="i2">Nor e'er feel lonely though alone;</p> +<p>I would not change my Arab barb,</p> +<p class="i2">To mount a drowsy Sultan's throne.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Where the pale stranger dares not come,</p> +<p class="i2">Proud o'er my native sands I rove;</p> +<p>An Arab tent my only home,</p> +<p class="i2">An Arab maid my only love.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Here freedom dwells without a fear—</p> +<p class="i2">Coy to the world, she loves the wild;</p> +<p>Whoever brings a fetter here,</p> +<p class="i2">To chain the desert's fiery child.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + +<p>What though the Frank may name with scorn,</p> +<p class="i2">Our barren clime, our realm of sand,</p> +<p>There were our thousand fathers born—</p> +<p class="i2">Oh, who would scorn his father's land?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>It is not sands that form a waste,</p> +<p class="i2">Nor laughing fields a happy clime;</p> +<p>The spot, the most by Freedom graced,</p> +<p class="i2">Is where a man feels most sublime!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Away, away, my barb and I."</p> +<p class="i2">As free as wave as fleet as wind,</p> +<p>We sweep the sands of Araby,</p> +<p class="i2">And leave a world of slaves behind!</p> + </div> </div> + +<hr /> + + + +<h3>NOSTALGIA—MALADIE DE PAYS—CALENTURE.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>This disease, according to Dr. Darwin, +is an unconquerable desire of returning to +one's native country, frequent in long +voyages, in which the patients become so +insane, as to throw themselves into the +sea, mistaking it for green fields or +meadows:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>So, by a <i>calenture</i> misled,</p> +<p class="i2">The mariner with rapture sees,</p> +<p>On the smooth ocean's azure bed,</p> +<p class="i2">Enamell'd fields and verdant trees.</p> +<p>With eager haste he longs to rove</p> +<p class="i2">In that fantastic scene, and thinks</p> +<p>It must be some enchanting grove,</p> +<p class="i2">And in he leaps, and down he sinks.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>SWIFT.</p> +<br /> + +<p>The Swiss are said to be particularly +liable to this disease, and when taken into +foreign service, frequently to desert from +this cause, and especially after hearing or +singing a particular tune, which was used +in their village dances, in their native +country, on which account the playing or +singing this tune was forbidden by the +punishment of death.</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Dear is that shed, to which his soul conforms,</p> +<p>And dear that hill, which lifts him to the storms."</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>GOLDSMITH.</p> +<br /> + +<p>Rousseau says, "The celebrated Swiss +tune, called the <i>Rans des Vaches</i>, is an air, +so dear to the Swiss, that it was forbidden +under the pain of death to play it to the +troops, as it immediately drew tears from +them, and made those who heard it desert, +or die of what is called <i>la maladie de pays</i>, +so ardent a desire did it excite to return +to their native country. It is in vain to +seek in this air for energetic accents capable +of producing such astonishing effects, +for which strangers are unable to account +from the music, which is in itself uncouth +and wild. But it is from habit, +recollections, and a thousand circumstances +retraced in this tune by those natives +who hear it, and reminding them of +their country, former pleasures of their +youth, and all those ways of living, which +occasion a bitter reflection at having lost +them. Music, then, does not affect them +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page5" id="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span> +as music, but as a reminiscence. This +air, though always the same, no longer +produces the same effects at present as it +did upon the Swiss formerly; for having +lost their taste for their first simplicity, +they no longer regret its loss when reminded +of it. So true it is, that we must +not seek in physical causes the great +effects of sound upon the human heart."</p> + +<p>This disease (says Dr. Winterbottom) +affects the natives of Africa as strongly +as it does those of Switzerland; it is even +more violent in its effects on the Africans, +and often impels them to dreadful acts of +suicide. Sometimes it plunges them into +a deep melancholy, which induces the unhappy +sufferers to end a miserable existence +by a more tedious, though equally +certain method, that of dirt eating.</p> + +<p>Such is the powerful influence of the +lore of one's native country.</p> + +<p>P.T.W.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SINGULAR CUSTOM OF THE SULTAN OF TURKEY.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>After the opening of the Bairam,<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a> a +ceremony among the Turks, attended +with more than ordinary magnificence; +the Sultan, accompanied by the Grand +Signior and all the principal officers of +state, goes to exhibit himself to the people +in a kiosk, or tent near the seraglio +point, seated on a sofa of silver, brought +out for the occasion. It is a very large, +wooden couch covered with thick plates +of massive silver, highly burnished, and +there is little doubt from the form of it, +and the style in which it is ornamented +that it constituted part of the treasury of +the Greek emperors when Constantinople +was taken by the Turks.</p> + +<p>INA.</p> + + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>THE SKETCH-BOOK</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>EL BORRACHO.<a id="footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3"><sup>3</sup></a></h3> + + + +<p>Not long since, a couple resided in the +suburbs of Madrid, named Perez and +Juana Donilla; and a happy couple they +might have been, had not Perez contracted +a sad habit of drinking, which became +more and more confirmed after every +draught of good wine; and such draughts +were certainly more frequent than his +finances were in a state to allow. Night +after night was spent at the tavern; fairly +might he be said to <i>swallow</i> all that he +earned by his daily labour; and Juana +and himself (fortunately they had no +children to maintain) must have been reduced +to absolute mendicity, but for the +exemplary conduct of the former, who +contrived to support her spouse and herself +upon the scanty produce of her unwearied +industry. If ever a sentiment of +gratitude for undeserved favours animated +the bosom of Perez Donilla, he took, it +must be confessed, a strange method of +declaring it; not only would he, upon his +return from his lawless carousals, grumble +over that humble fare, the possession of +which at all he ought to have considered +as scarce less than a miracle, but, in his +madness, unmerciful strappings were sure +to be the portion of his miserable wife. +Poor Juana bore these cruelties with a +patience that ought to have canonized her +under the title of St. Grizzle: she could +not, indeed, forbear crying out, under +these frequent and severe castigations; +nor could she refrain from soliciting the +aid of three or four favourite gentlemen +saints, who, little to the credit of their +gallantry and good-nature, always turned +a deaf ear upon her plaints and entreaties; +not a word, however, of the inhuman conduct +of her <i>worser</i> half did she breathe to +<i>mortal</i> ear. Neighbours, however, have +auricular organs like walls and little pitchers, +tongues like bells, and a spice of +meddling and mischief in them like asses; +so that no wise person will suppose the +conduct of Perez Donilla to his wife was +long a secret in Madrid. Juana had two +brothers and a cousin resident in the city—Gomez +Arias, chief cook to his reverence +the Canon Fernando; Hernan Arias, +head groom to Don Miguel de Corcoba, a +knight of Calatrava; and Pedro Pedrillo, +a young barber-surgeon, in business for +himself. Gomez and Hernan, hearing of +Juana's misfortunes, said, like affectionate +brothers. "God help our poor sister, and +may her own relations help her also; for +if <i>they</i> do not, nobody else will, and she +certainly can't help herself." The like +words they repeated to Pedro Pedrillo, +until he, being a sharp, handsome young +fellow, and particularly fond of showing +forth his fine person and finer wit, agreed +to visit his cousin, and contrive some plan +to extricate her from the cruelty of Perez. +Making himself, therefore, as fascinating +as possible, he marched directly to the +house, or rather cabin, of Juana Donilla, +and stood before her, smiling and watching +her small, thin fingers plaitting straw +for hats, some minutes ere she was aware +of his presence. "Pedro!" exclaimed +she, with a countenance and voice of pleasure, +as she recognised the intruder.—"Ay, +<i>Pedro</i> it is, indeed, Juana; but, +improved as <i>I</i> am. O, mercy upon me, +how black <i>you</i> are looking!"—"<i>Black</i>, +cousin? Nay, then, I'm sure 'tis not for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span> +want of washing. Come, come, Pedro, +no jokes, if you please."—"By St. Jago, +fair cousin, I'm as far from a joke as I +am from a diploma; and my business in +this house, as in most houses, is no <i>jest</i>, +I assure you. In a word, the cries which +you utter when suffering from the insane +fury of your sottish husband have reached +even me, and I'm come to offer you a little +advice and assistance. No denial of the +fact, Juana; those black bruises avouch +it without a tongue."—Juana held down +her head, colour mounted into her cheeks, +tears suffused her eyes, her bosom heaved +convulsively, and for some moments she +was silent from confusion, shame, grief, +and gratitude. At length, withdrawing +her hand from the affectionate grasp of +Pedro, and dashing it athwart her eyes, +she looked up and said mildly, "Thanks, +many thanks, dear cousin, for your kindness. +I cannot dissemble with you; what +would you have me do? I could not +<i>beat</i> him in return; and, oh! save him +from the arm of my brothers!"—"What +have you always done?"—"Borne his +stripes, and called for help upon St. Jago, +St. Francis Xavier, St. Benedict, and St. +Nicholas!"—"And did you never invoke +the three holy Maries?"—"Never."—Then +that's what you ought to have done," +returned Senor Pedrillo, with the utmost +gravity. "Now mind me,—call upon +<i>them</i> for aid next time your husband maltreats +you."—"Alas!" sighed the afflicted +wife, "<i>that</i> will most surely be +to-night. I've not much faith in your +remedy, Pedro; but may be there's no +harm in trying it."—"Farewell, then, +my poor, pretty, patient, black-bruised +cousin," cried Pedrillo; "next time you +see the <i>doctor</i>, let him know how his remedy +has sped;" and with a comical expression +of countenance, half melancholy, +half mirthful, the "trusty and well-beloved +cousin" departed.</p> + +<p>Late that night, Perez Donilla entered +his own habitation as intoxicated and belligerent +as ever. "Where's my supper?"—"Here," +said his wife, trembling, as +she placed before him a few heads of garlic, +a piece of salted trout, a little oil, and +a crust of barley bread. "What's all +this, woman?" exclaimed Perez, in a +voice of thunder; and with glaring eyes +and demoniacal fury he dashed the fish at +her head, and the rest of his supper upon +the floor. "Wretch! how durst <i>you</i> +fatten upon olios and ragouts, and set +trash like <i>this</i> before your <i>husband?</i>"—"My +dear," replied Juana, meekly, "I +am starving; nothing have I tasted since +breakfast."—"Don't lie, you jade! +Where's the wild-fowl and the Bologna +sausage sent you by that rogue, Gomez? +Stolen were they from the canon's kitchen, +and you know it! And where's the skin +of excellent Calcavella, from the Caballero's +overflowing vaults? Give it to me +this <i>instant</i>, you hussy, you vixen, you—"—"Indeed, +<i>indeed</i>," cried the unfortunate +wife in deep anguish, "I take +all the saints in heaven to witness—."—"That, +and that, and <i>that</i>," interrupted +the furious tyrant, lashing her severely, +according to custom, with a thick thong +of leather, and now and then adding a +blow with his fist; "let's see if <i>that</i> will +bring me a supper fit for a Christian, and +a draught of Don Miguel's Calcavella!" +Juana remembered Pedrillo's advice, and +after roaring out more loudly than usual +for aid from St. Jago, St. Francis, St. +Benedict, and St. Nicholas, shrieked at +the highest pitch of her voice, "May the +three blessed Maries help me!" No +sooner were the words uttered, than in +rushed three apparitions, arrayed in white, +but so enfolded in lined, that it was impossible +to determine whether they represented +men or women; of their visages, +only their eyes were visible, peering frightfully +from the white covering of their +heads; each brandished a good stout +cudgel, and each, without uttering a word, +falling quick as thought upon Perez Donilla, +repaid him the blows he had lavished +on his unhappy wife with such interest, +as would have sealed his fate indubitably, +had not she interposed; but upon the entreaties +of that exemplary wife, the three +holy Maries remitted the remainder of +their flagellation, and retired, leaving +Perez senseless on the floor. Poor Juana +was agonized at beholding the state to +which her graceless partner was reduced, +and hauling him, as well as her own exhausted +strength would permit, upon his +miserable pallet, washed the blood and dust +from his wounds, and watched his return +to consciousness with unexampled tenderness +and dutiful fidelity. Perez at length +opened his eyes, and said, in the mild +voice which was natural to him when sober, +"My poor Juana, I wish you could fetch +your cousin Pedro to see me; I think I +shall die." Juana was half distracted at +this speech; and running to the next +house, bribed a neighbour's child by the +promise of a broad-brimmed straw hat, to +shade his complexion from the sun, to +run for Doctor Pedrillo. Pedro soon +arrived, and was evidently more puzzled +respecting his deportment than the case of +his patient. Sundry "nods, and becks, +and wreathed smiles," and sundry eloquent +glances of his bright black eyes, +were covertly bestowed upon his <i>fair</i> +cousin; anon, with ludicrous solemnity, +he felt the pulse of Perez, shook his head, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> +and, in short, imitated with inimitable +exactness all the technical airs and graces +of a regular graduate of Salamanca.—"Cousin," +cried he at length, with a sly +look at Juana, "I pity your plight—from +my soul I do; but your case is, I +am grieved to say, desperate, unless I am +informed of the <i>cause</i> of these monstrous +weals, bruises, slashes, and chafings, in +order that my prescription, may—"—"The +<i>cause</i> of them," said Perez, +almost frightened to death, "is, having +to my cost a <i>saint</i> of a wife."—"How! +that a <i>misfortune?</i> explain yourself, my +poor fellow."—"Readily," replied Donilla, +"if that will help to heal me."—He +then explained minutely the circumstances +of the case, concluding thus:—"Not +but what I am, after all, remarkably +indebted to Juana, for had she only +called the eleven thousand Virgins to her +assistance, their zeal would undoubtedly +have divided my body amongst them; +since, then, my wife has such friends in +heaven; I shall henceforth be careful how +I enrage them again."—Perez Donilla +kept to his resolution, and the <i>Three +Maries</i>, whom, without doubt, the intelligent +reader has recognised through their +disguise, lived for many years to rejoice +in the blessed effects of a severe, but merited +infliction. M. L. B.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>THEATRICAL BILL.</h3> + + +<p>At a play acted in 1511, on the Feast of +St. Margaret, the following disbursements +were made as the charges of the exhibition:—</p> + + <table> + <thead> + <tr> + <th> </th> + + <th>£.</th> + + <th>s.</th> + + <th>d.</th> + </tr> + </thead> + + <tbody> + <tr> + <td>To musicians, for which, however, they were + bound to perform three nights</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>5</td> + + <td>6</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For players, in bread and ale</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>3</td> + + <td>1</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For decorations, dresses, and play-books</td> + + <td>1</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>To John Hobbard, priest, and author of the + piece</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>2</td> + + <td>8</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For the place in which the representation was + held</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>1</td> + + <td>0</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For furniture</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>1</td> + + <td>4</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For fish and bread</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>4</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For painting three phantoms and devils</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>6</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>And for four chickens for the hero</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>4</td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> +<p>H. B. A.</p> + + + +<hr /> + +<h3>ROBINSON CRUSOE'S ISLAND.</h3> + + +<p>The United States ship, Vincennes, visited +the island of Juan Fernandez, off the +coast of Chili, a few months since, and +remained there three days. There were +two Yankees and six Otaheitans on the +island. The former had formed a settlement +for the purpose of supplying whale-ships +with water, poultry, and vegetables. +The soil is said to be astonishingly fertile.</p> + +<p>—<i>New York Shipping List, 1366.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE LETTER H.</h3> + +<h4><i>From an old History of England.</i></h4> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Not superstitiously I speak, but H his letter still</p> +<p>Hath been observed ominous to England's good or ill."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Humber the Hun, with foreign arms, did first the brutes invade;</p> +<p>Helen to Rome's imperial throne the British crown convey'd;</p> +<p>Hengist and Horsus first did plant the Saxons in this isle;</p> +<p>Hungar and Hubba first brought Danes, that sway'd here a long while;</p> +<p>At Harold had the Saxon end at Hardy Knute the Dane;</p> +<p>Henries the First and Second did restore the English reign;</p> +<p>Fourth Henry first for Lancaster did England's crown obtain;</p> +<p>Seventh Henry jarring Lancaster and York unites in peace;</p> +<p>Henry the Eighth did happily Rome's irreligion cease.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>CHURCH OF AUSTIN FRIARS.</h3> + + +<p>The church of Austin Friars is one of +the most ancient Gothic remains in the +City of London. It belonged to a priory +dedicated to St. Augustine, and was +founded for the friars Eremites of the +order of Hippo, in Africa, by Humphry +Bohun, Earl of Hereford and +Essex, 1253. A part of this once spacious +building was granted by Edward +VI. to a congregation of Germans and +other strangers, who fled hither from religious +persecutions. Several successive +princes have confirmed it to the Dutch, +by whom it has been used as a place of +worship. J.M.C.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>DAUPHIN OF FRANCE.</h3> + +<p>The heir apparent of the crown of France +derives his title of Dauphin from the following +very singular circumstance. In +1349, Hubert, second Count of Dauphiny, +being inconsolable for the loss of his heir +and only child, who had leaped from his +arms through a window of his palace at +Grenoble into the river Isere, entered into +a convent of jacobins, and ceded Dauphiny +to Philip, a younger son of Philip +of Valois (for 120,000 florins of gold +each of the value of twenty sols or ten +pence English,) on condition that the +eldest son of the king of France should +be always after styled "the Dauphin," +from the name of the province thus ceded. +Charles V., grandson to Philip of Valois, +was the first who bore the title in 1530.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> +<h2>THE OLD ELEPHANT,<br />FENCHURCH-STREET.</h2> + +<div class="figure" style="width:100%;"><a href="images/350-016.png"><img width = "100%" src="images/350-016.png" alt="THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET." /></a></div> + + +<p>Everything connected with the name +of HOGARTH is interesting to the English +reader. He was apprenticed to a +silversmith, and from cutting cyphers on +silver spoons, he rose to be sergeant painter +to the king—and from engraving arms +and shop-bills, to painting kings and +queens—the very top of the artist's ladder. +The soul-breathing impulses of +genius enabled him to effect all this, and +his example, (in support of the maxim, +that "every man is the architect of his +own fortune,") will be respected and cherished, +at home and abroad, as long as +self-advancement continues to be the +great stimulus to aspiring industry.</p> + +<p>The old Elephant public-house therefore +merits the attention of all lovers of +painting and genius; for in it, previous +to his celebrity, lodged WILLIAM HOGARTH. +It was built before the fire of +London, and although so near, escaped +its ravages; but the house was pulled +down a short time since, and another of +more commodious construction erected on +its site. On the wall of the tap-room, in +the old house, were four paintings by +Hogarth: one representing the Hudson's +Bay Company's Porters; another, his +first idea for the Modern Midnight Conversation, +(differing from the print in a +circumstance too broad in its humour for +the graver,) and another of Harlequin and +Pierot seeming to be laughing at the +figure in the last picture. On the first +floor was a picture of Harlow Bush Fair, +covered over with paint. This information +is copied from an old print picked up +in our "collecting" rambles, at the foot +of which it is stated to have been obtained +from "Mrs. Hibbert, who has +kept the house between thirty and forty +years, and received her information relating +to Mr. Hogarth from persons at that +time well acquainted with him." The +paintings were, we believe, removed previous +to the destruction of the old +house.</p> + +<p>To the searchers into life and manners, +Hogarth's moral paintings, to which +branch of art the above belong, are treasures +of great prize; and whether over +his originals at the gallery in Pall Mall, +or their copies at the printsellers—the +Elephant in Fenchurch-street, or the +"painting moralist's" tomb in Chiswick +churchyard—Englishmen have just cause +to be proud of his name.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span> +<h2>THE SELECTOR</h2> + +<h3>AND LITERARY NOTICES OF <i>NEW WORKS</i></h3> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>DAYS DEPARTED; OR, BANWELL HILL:</h3> + +<h4><i>A Lay of the Severn Sea, by the Rev. +W. Lisle Bowles.</i></h4> + + +<p>This is a delightful volume—full of nature +and truth—and in every respect +worthy of "one of the most elegant, pathetic, +and original living poets of England." +Moreover, it is just such a book +as we expected from the worthy vicar of +Bremhill; dedicated to the Bishop of +Bath and Wells; and dated from Bremhill +Parsonage, of which interesting abode +we inserted an unique description in our +last volume.</p> + +<p>As our principal object is to give a few +of the <i>poetical pictures</i>, we shall be very +brief with the prose, and merely quote an +outline of the poem. Mr. Bowles, it appears, +is a native of the district in which +he resides, and this circumstance introduces +some beautiful retrospective feelings:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> But awhile,</p> +<p>Here let me stand, and gaze upon the scene,</p> +<p>Array'd in living light around, and mark</p> +<p>The morning sunshine,—on that very shore</p> +<p>Where once a child I wander'd,—Oh! return</p> +<p>(I sigh,) "return a moment, days of youth,</p> +<p>Of childhood,—oh, return!" How vain the thought,</p> +<p>Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse,</p> +<p>Unblam'd, may dally with imaginings;</p> +<p>For this wide view is like the scene of life,</p> +<p>Once travers'd o'er with carelessness and glee,</p> +<p>And we look back upon the vale of years,</p> +<p>And hear remembered voices, and behold,</p> +<p>In blended colours, images and shades</p> +<p>Long pass'd, now rising, as at Memory's call,</p> +<p>Again in softer light.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>The poem then proceeds with a description +of an antediluvian cave at Banwell, +and a brief sketch of events since +the deposit; but, as Mr. Bowles observes, +poetry and geological inquiry do not very +amicably travel together; we must, therefore, +soon get out of the cave:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">But issuing from the Cave—look round—behold</p> +<p>How proudly the majestic Severn rides</p> +<p>On the sea,—how gloriously in light</p> +<p>It rides! Along this solitary ridge,</p> +<p>Where smiles, but rare, the blue Campanula,</p> +<p>Among the thistles, and grey stones, that peep</p> +<p>Through the thin herbage—to the highest point</p> +<p>Of elevation, o'er the vale below,</p> +<p>Slow let us climb. First, look upon that flow'r</p> +<p>The lowly heath-bell, smiling at our feet.</p> +<p>How beautiful it smiles alone! The Pow'r,</p> +<p>that bade the great sea roar—that spread the Heav'ns—</p> +<p>That call'd the sun from darkness—deck'd that flow'r,</p> +<p>And bade it grace this bleak and barren hill.</p> +<p>Imagination, in her playful mood,</p> +<p>Might liken it to a poor village maid,</p> +<p>Lowly, but smiling in her lowliness,</p> +<p>And dress'd so neatly, as if ev'ry day</p> +<p>Were Sunday. And some melancholy Bard</p> +<p>Might, idly musing, thus discourse to it:—</p> +<p>"Daughter of Summer, who dost linger here.</p> +<p>Decking the thistly turf, and arid hill,</p> +<p>Unseen—let the majestic Dahlia</p> +<p>Glitter, an Empress, in her blazonry</p> +<p>Of beauty; let the stately Lily shine,</p> +<p>As snow-white as the breast of the proud Swan,</p> +<p>Sailing upon the blue lake silently,</p> +<p>That lifts her tall neck higher, as she views</p> +<p>The shadow in the stream! Such ladies bright</p> +<p>May reign unrivall'd, in their proud parterres!</p> +<p>Thou would'st not live with them; but if a voice,</p> +<p>Fancy, in shaping mood, might give to thee,</p> +<p>To the forsaken Primrose, thou would'st say,</p> +<p>'Come, live with me, and we two will rejoice:—</p> +<p>Nor want I company; for when the sea</p> +<p>Shines in the silent moonlight, elves and fays,</p> +<p>Gentle and delicate as Ariel,</p> +<p>That do their spiritings on these wild bolts—</p> +<p>Circle me in their dance, and sing such songs</p> +<p>As human ear ne'er heard!'"—But cease the strain,</p> +<p>Lest Wisdom, and severer Truth, should chide.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>Next is a sketch of Steep Holms, introducing +the following exquisite episode:</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> Dreary; but on its steep</p> +<p>There is one native flower—the Piony.</p> +<p>She sits companionless, but yet not sad:</p> +<p>She has no sister of the summer-field,</p> +<p>That may rejoice with her when spring returns.</p> +<p>None, that in sympathy, may bend its head,</p> +<p>When the bleak winds blow hollow o'er the rock,</p> +<p>In autumn's gloom!—So Virtue, a fair flow'r,</p> +<p>Blooms on the rock of care, and though unseen,</p> +<p>It smiles in cold seclusion, and remote</p> +<p>From the world's flaunting fellowship, it wears</p> +<p>Like hermit Piety, that smile of peace,</p> +<p>In sickness, or in health, in joy or tears,</p> +<p>In summer-days, or cold adversity;</p> +<p>And still it feels Heav'n's breath, reviving, steal</p> +<p>On its lone breast—feels the warm blessedness</p> +<p>Of Heaven's own light about it, though its leaves</p> +<p>Are wet with ev'ning tears!</p> +<p class="i14"> So smiles this flow'r:</p> +<p>And if, perchance, my lay has dwelt too long.</p> +<p>Upon one flower which blooms in privacy,</p> +<p>I may a pardon find from human hearts,</p> +<p>For such was my poor Mother!<a id="footnotetag4" name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4"><sup>4</sup></a></p> + </div> </div> + + + +<p>We pass over some marine sketches, +which are worthy of the <i>Vernet</i> of poets, +a touching description of the sinking +of a packet-boat, and the first sound and +sight of the sea—the author's childhood +at Uphill Parsonage—his reminiscences +of the clock of Wells Cathedral—and some +real villatic sketches—a portrait of a +<i>Workhouse Girl</i>—some caustic remarks +on prosing and prig parsons, commentators, +and puritanical excrescences of sects—to +some unaffected lines on the village +school children of Castle-Combe, and +their annual festival. This is so charming +a picture of rural joy, that we must +copy it:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">If we would see the fruits of charity.</p> +<p>Look at that village group, and paint the scene.</p> +<p>Surrounded by a clear and silent stream,</p> +<p>Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray,</p> +<p>A rural mansion, on the level lawn,</p> +<p>Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade</p> +<p>Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch,</p> +<p>Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> +<p>In front, the village-church, with pinnacles,</p> +<p>And light grey tow'r, appears, while to the right</p> +<p>An amphitheatre of oaks extends</p> +<p>Its sweep, till, more abrupt, a wooded knoll,</p> +<p>Where once a castle frown'd, closes the scene.</p> +<p>And see, an infant troop, with flags and drum,</p> +<p>Are marching o'er that bridge, beneath the woods,</p> +<p>On—to the table spread upon the lawn,</p> +<p>Raising their little hands when grace is said;</p> +<p>Whilst she, who taught them to lift up their hearts</p> +<p>In prayer, and to "remember, in their youth,"</p> +<p>God, "their Creator,"—mistress of the scene,</p> +<p>(Whom I remember once, as young,) looks on,</p> +<p>Blessing them in the silence of her heart.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And, children, now rejoice,—</p> +<p>Now—for the holidays of life are few;</p> +<p>Nor let the rustic minstrel tune, in vain,</p> +<p>The crack'd church-viol, resonant to-day,</p> +<p>Of mirth, though humble! Let the fiddle scrape</p> +<p>Its merriment, and let the joyous group</p> +<p>Dance, in a round, for soon the ills of life</p> +<p>Will come! Enough, if one day in the year,</p> +<p>If one brief day, of this brief life, be given</p> +<p>To mirth as innocent as yours!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>Then we have an "aged widow" reading +"GOD'S own Word" at her cottage-door, +with her daughter kneeling beside +her—a sketch from those halcyon days, +when, in the beautiful allegory of Scripture, +"every man sat under his own fig-tree." +This is followed by the "Elysian +Tempe of Stourhead," the seat of Sir +Richard Colt Hoare, to whose talents and +benevolence Mr. Bowles pays a merited +tribute. Longleat, the residence of the +Bishop of Bath and Wells, succeeds; and +Marston, the abode of the Rev. Mr. Skurray, +a friend of the author from his +"youthful days," introduces the following +beautiful descriptive snatch:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">And witness thou,</p> +<p>Marston, the seat of my kind, honour'd friend—</p> +<p>My kind and honour'd friend, from youthful days.</p> +<p>Then wand'ring on the banks of Rhine, we saw</p> +<p>Cities and spires, beneath the mountains blue,</p> +<p>Gleaming; or vineyards creep from rock to rock;</p> +<p>Or unknown castles hang, as if in clouds;</p> +<p>Or heard the roaring of the cataract.</p> +<p>Far off,<a id="footnotetag5" name="footnotetag5"></a><a href="#footnote5"><sup>5</sup></a> beneath the dark defile or gloom</p> +<p>Of ancient forests—till behold, in light,</p> +<p>Foaming and flashing, with enormous sweep,</p> +<p>Through the rent rocks—where, o'er the mist of spray,</p> +<p>The rainbow, like a fairy in her bow'r,</p> +<p>Is sleeping while it roars—that volume vast,</p> +<p>White, and with thunder's deaf'ning roar, comes down.</p> + </div> </div> + + + +<p>Part III. opens with the following metaphorical +gem:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>The show'r is past—the heath-bell, at our feet,</p> +<p>Looks up, as with a smile, though the cold dew</p> +<p>Hangs yet within its cup, like Pity's tear</p> +<p>Upon the eye-lids of a village-child!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>This is succeeded by a poetic panorama +of views from the Severn to Bristol, introducing +a solitary ship at sea—and the +"solitary sand:"—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">No sound was heard,</p> +<p>Save of the sea-gull warping on the wind,</p> +<p>Or of the surge that broke along the shore,</p> +<p>Sad as the seas.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>A picture of Bristol is succeeded by +some scenes of great picturesque beauty—as +Wrington, the birth-place of the immortal +Locke; Blagdon, the rural rectory +of</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Langhorne, a pastor and a poet too;</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>and Barley-Wood, the seat of Mrs. Hannah +More. Mr. Bowles also tells us that +the music of "Auld Robin Gray" was +composed by Mr. Leaver, rector of Wrington; +and then adds a complimentary ballad +to Miss Stephens on the above air—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Sung by a maiden of the South, whose look—</p> +<p>(Although her song be sweet)—whose look, whose life,</p> +<p>Is sweeter than her song.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>The last Part (IV.) contains some exquisite +Sonnets, and the poem concludes +with a "Vision of the Deluge," and the +ascent of the Dove of the ark—in which +are many sublime touches of the mastery +of poetry. There are nearly forty pages +of Notes, for whose "lightness" and +garrulity Mr. Bowles apologizes.</p> + +<p>Altogether, we have been much gratified +with the present work. It contains +poetry after our own heart—the poetry of +nature and of truth—abounding with +tasteful and fervid imagery, but never +drawing too freely on the stores of fancy +for embellishment. We could detach +many passages that have charmed and +fascinated us in out reading; but one +must suffice for an epigrammatic exit:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>—<i>Hope's still light beyond the storms of Time.</i></p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SCENERY OF THE OHIO.</h3> + + +<p>The heart must indeed be cold that would +not glow among scenes like these. Rightly +did the French call this stream <i>La Belle +Rivière</i>, (the beautiful river.) The +sprightly Canadian, plying his oar in cadence +with the wild notes of the boat-song, +could not fail to find his heart enlivened +by the beautiful symmetry of the +Ohio. Its current is always graceful, and +its shores every where romantic. Every +thing here is on a large scale. The eye +of the traveller is continually regaled with +magnificent scenes. Here are no pigmy +mounds dignified with the name of mountains, +no rivulets swelled into rivers. Nature +has worked with a rapid but masterly +hand; every touch is bold, and the whole +is grand as well as beautiful; while room +is left for art to embellish and fertilize +that which nature has created with a thousand +capabilities. There is much sameness +in the character of the scenery; but +that sameness is in itself delightful, as it +consists in the recurrence of noble traits, +which are too pleasing ever to be viewed +with indifference; like the regular features +which we sometimes find in the face of a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> +lovely woman, their charm consists in +their own intrinsic gracefulness, rather +than in the variety of their expressions. +The Ohio has not the sprightly, fanciful +wildness of the Niagara, the St. Lawrence, +or the Susquehanna, whose impetuous +torrents, rushing over beds of rocks, or +dashing against the jutting cliffs, arrest +the ear by their murmurs, and delight the +eye with their eccentric wanderings. Neither +is it like the Hudson, margined at +one spot by the meadow and the village, +and overhung at another by threatening +precipices and stupendous mountains. It +has a wild, solemn, silent sweetness, peculiar +to itself. The noble stream, clear, +smooth, and unruffled, swept onward with +regular majestic force. Continually changing +its course, as it rolls from vale to vale, +it always winds with dignity, and avoiding +those acute angles, which are observable +in less powerful streams, sweeps +round in graceful bends, as if disdaining +the opposition to which nature forces it to +submit. On each side rise the romantic +hills, piled on each other to a tremendous +height; and between them are deep, abrupt, +silent glens, which at a distance +seem inaccessible to the human foot; +while the whole is covered with timber of +a gigantic size, and a luxuriant foliage of +the deepest hues. Throughout this scene +there is a pleasing solitariness, that speaks +peace to the mind, and invites the fancy +to soar abroad, among the tranquil haunts +of meditation. Sometimes the splashing +of the oar is heard, and the boatman's +song awakens the surrounding echoes; +but the most usual music is that of the +native songsters, whose melody steals +pleasingly on the ear, with every modulation, +at all hours, and in every change of +situation.—<i>Hon. Judge Hall's Letters +from the West</i>.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SNOW-WOMAN'S STORY.</h3> + +<h4>By Miss Edgeworth.</h4> + + +<p>"Yes, madam, I bees an Englishwoman, +though so low now and untidy like—it's +a shame to think of it—a Manchester woman, +ma'am—and my people was once +in a bettermost sort of way—but sore +pinched latterly." She sighed, and paused.</p> + +<p>"I married an Irishman, madam," +continued she, and sighed again.</p> + +<p>"I hope he gave you no reason to +sigh," said Gerald's father.</p> + +<p>"Ah, no, sir, never!" answered the +Englishwoman, with a faint sweet smile. +"Brian Dermody is a good man, and +was always a koind husband to me, as +far and as long as ever he could, I will +say that—but my friends misliked him—no +help for it. He is a soldier, sir,—of +the forty-fifth. So I followed my husband's +fortins, as nat'ral, through the +world, till he was ordered to Ireland. +Then he brought the children over, and +settled us down there at Bogafin in a +little shop with his mother—a widow. +She was very koind too. But no need to +tire you with telling all. She married +again, ma'am, a man young enough to +be her son—a nice man he was to look at +too—a gentleman's servant he had been. +Then they set up in a public-house. +Then the whiskey, ma'am, that they bees +all so fond of—he took to drinking it in +the morning even, ma'am—and that was +bad, to my thinking."</p> + +<p>"Ay, indeed!" said Molly, with a +groan of sympathy; "oh the whiskey! +if men could keep from it!"</p> + +<p>"And if women could!" said Mr. +Crofton in a low voice.</p> + +<p>The Englishwoman looked up at him, +and then looked down, refraining from +assent to his smile.</p> + +<p>"My mother-in-law," continued she, +"was very koind to me all along, as far +as she could. But one thing she could +not do; that was, to pay me back the +money of husband's and mine that I lent +her. I thought this odd of her—and +hard. But then I did not know the ways +of the country in regard to never paying +debts."</p> + +<p>"Sure it's not the ways of all Ireland, +my dear," said Molly; "and it's only +them that has not that can't pay—how +can they?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know—it's not for me to say," +said the Englishwoman, reservedly; "I +am a stranger. But I thought if they +could not pay me, they need not have kept +a jaunting-car."</p> + +<p>"Is it a jaunting-car?" cried Molly. +She pushed from her the chair on which +she was leaning—"Jaunting-car bodies! +and not to pay you!—I give them up intirely. +Ill-used you were, my poor Mrs. +Dermody—and a shame! and you a stranger! +But them were Connaught people. +I ask your pardon—finish your story."</p> + +<p>"It is finished, ma'am. They were +ruined, and all sold; and I could not stay +with my children to be a burthen. I +wrote to husband, and he wrote me word +to make my way to Dublin, if I could, to +a cousin of his in Pill-lane—here's the +direction—and that if he can get leave +from his colonel, who is a good gentleman, +he will be over to settle me somewhere, to +get my bread honest in a little shop, or +some way. I am used to work and hard-*ship; +so I don't mind. Brian was very +koind in his letter, and sent me all he +had—a pound, ma'am—and I set out +on my journey on foot, with the three +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> +children. The people on the road were +very koind and hospitable indeed; I have +nothing to say against the Irish for that; +they are more hospitabler a deal than in +England, though not always so honest. +Stranger as I was, I got on very well till +I came to the little village here hard by, +where my poor boy that is gone first fell +sick of the measles. His sickness, and the +'pot'ecary' stuff and all, and the lodging +and living ran me very low. But I paid +all, every farthing; and let none know +how poor I was, for I was ashamed, you +know, ma'am, or I am sure they would +have helped me, for they are a koind +people, I will say that for them, and +ought so to do, I am sure. Well, I +pawned some of my things, my cloak +even, and my silk bonnet, to pay honest; +and as I could not do no otherwise, I left +them in pawn, and, with the little money +I raised, I set out forwards on my road to +Dublin again, so soon as I thought my +boy was able to travel. I reckoned too +much upon his strength. We had got +but a few miles from the village when he +dropped, and could not get on; and I was +unwilling and ashamed to turn back, having +so little to pay for lodgings. I saw a +kind of hut, or shed, by the side of a hill. +There was nobody in it. It was empty +of every thing but some straw, and a few +turf, the remains of a fire. I thought +there would be no harm in taking shelter +in it for my children and myself for the +night. The people never came back to +whom it belonged, and the next day my +poor boy was worse; he had a fever this +time. Then the snow came on. We had +some little store of provisions that had +been made up for us for the journey to +Dublin, else we must have perished when +we were snowed up. I am sure the people +in the village never know'd that we were +in that hut, or they would have come to +help us, for they bees very koind people. +There must have been a day and a night +that passed, I think, of which I know +nothing. It was all a dream. When I +got up from my illness, I found my boy +dead—and the others with famished looks. +Then I had to see them faint with hunger."</p> + +<p>The poor woman had told her story +without any attempt to make it pathetic, +and thus far without apparent emotion or +change of voice; but when she came to +this part, and spoke of her children, her +voice changed and failed—she could only +add, looking at Gerald, "You know the +rest, master; Heaven bless you!"</p> + +<p><i>The Christmas Box</i></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE COSMOPOLITE.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>ENGLISH GARDENS.</h3> + + +<p>We are veritable sticklers for old customs; +and accordingly at this season of +the year, have our room decorated with +holly and other characteristic evergreens. +For the last hour we have been seated +before a fine bundle of these festive trophies; +and, strange as it may seem, this +circumstance gave rise to the following +paper. The holly reminded us of the +Czar Peter spoiling the garden-hedge at +Sayes Court; this led us to John Evelyn, +the father of English gardening: and the +laurels drove us into shrubbery nooks, +and all the retrospections of our early +days, and above all to our early love of +gardens. Our enthusiasm was then unaffected +and uninfluenced by great examples; +we had neither heard nor read of +Lord Bacon nor Sir William Temple, nor +any other illustrious writer on gardening; +but this love was the pure offspring of our +own mind and heart. Planting and transplanting +were our delight; the seed which +our tiny hands let fall into the bosom of +the earth, we almost watched peeping +through little clods, after the kind and +quickening showers of spring; and we +regarded the germinating of an upturned +bean with all the surprise and curiosity +of our nature. As we grew in mind and +stature, we learned the loftier lessons of +philosophy, and threw aside the "Pocket +Gardener," for the sublime chapters of +Bacon and Temple; and as the stream +of life carried us into its vortex, we learned +to contemplate their pages as the living +parterres of a garden, and their bright +imageries as fascinating flowers. As we +journeyed onward through the busy herds +of crowded cities, we learned the holier +influences of gardens in reflecting that a +garden has been the scene of man's birth—his +fall—and proffered redemption.</p> + +<p>It would be difficult to find a subject +which has been more fervently treated by +poets and philosophers, than the <i>love of +gardens</i>. In old Rome, poets sung of +their gardens. Ovid is so fond of flowers, +that in his account of the Rape of Proserpine, +in his Fasti, he devotes several +lines to the enumeration of flowers gathered +by her attendants. But the passion +for gardening, which evidently came from +the East, never prevailed much in Europe +till the times of the religious orders, who +greatly improved it.</p> + +<p>Our anecdotical recollections of the +taste for gardens must be but few, or +they will carry us beyond our limits. +Lord Bacon appears to have done more +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span> +towards their encouragement than any +other writer, and his essay on gardens +is too well known to admit of quotation. +Sir William Temple has, however, +many eloquent passages in his writings, +in one of which he calls <i>gardening</i> the +"inclination of kings, the choice of philosophers, +and the common favourite of +public and private men; a pleasure of +the greatest, and the care of the meanest; +and, indeed, an employment and a possession, +for which no man is too high or too +low." Perhaps John Evelyn did more +than either of these philosophers. Temple's +garden at Moor Park was one of the +most beautiful of its kind; but at the +time when Evelyn introduced ornamental +gardening into England, there were no +examples for imitation. All was devised +by his own active mind; and in the political +storms of his time, his garden and +plantations became subjects of popular +conversation; while the intervals of his +secession from public life were filled up +in writing several practical treatises on his +favourite science. At Wotton, in Surrey, +may be seen the large, enclosed +flower-garden, which was to have formed +one of the principal objects in his "Elysium +Britannicum;" and this idea has +been partly realized by one of his successors.</p> + +<p>Andrew Marvell has, however, anathematized +gardens with much severity, in +some lines entitled "The Mower against +Gardens;" and commencing thus:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use,</p> +<p class="i2">Did after him the world seduce,</p> +<p>And from the fields the flowers and plants allure,</p> +<p class="i2">Where nature was most plain and pure.</p> +<p>He first enclos'd within the garden's square</p> +<p class="i2">A dead and standing pool of air;</p> +<p>And a more luscious earth from them did knead,</p> +<p class="i2">Which stupify'd them while it fed, &c,</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>On the other side, old Gerarde asks +his courteous and well-willing readers—"Whither +do all men walk for their +honest recreation, but where the earth has +most beneficially painted her face with +flourishing colours? and what season of +the year more longed for than the spring, +whose gentle breath entices forth the +kindly sweets, and makes them yield +their fragrant smells." Lord Bacon, too, +thus fondly dwells on part of its allurements:—"That +flower, which above all +others yields the sweetest smell in the air, +is the violet. Next to that is the musk-rose, +then the strawberry leaves, dying +with a most excellent cordial smell. +Then sweet briars, then wall flowers, +which are very delightful to be set under +a parlour, or lower chamber window. +But those which perfume the air most delightfully, +not passed by as the rest, but +being trodden upon and crushed, are +three, that is burner, wild thyme, and +water mints. Therefore, you are to set +whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure +where you walk or tread." Sir William +Temple says Epicurus studied, exercised, +and taught his philosophy in his +garden. Milton, we know, passed many +hours together in his garden at Chalfont; +Cowley poured forth the greatness of his +soul in his rural retreat at Chertsey; and +Lord Shaftesbury wrote his "Characteristics," +at a delightful spot near Reigate. +Pope, in one of his letters, says, "I am +in my garden, amused and easy; this is +a scene where one finds no disappointment;"—and +within the same neighbourhood, Thomson</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Sung the Seasons and their change."</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>England can likewise boast of very +great names who have been attached to +this art, though they have not written on +the subject. Lord Burleigh, Sir Walter +Raleigh, Lord Capell, William III—for +Switzer tells us, that "in the least interval +of ease, gardening took up a great +part of his time, in which he was not only +a delighter, but likewise a great judge,"—the +Earl of Essex, whom Lord William +Russell said "was the worthiest, the +justest, the sincerest, and the most concerned +for the public, of any man he +ever knew;" Lord William Russell too, +who, as Switzer tells us, "made Stratton, +about seven miles from Winchester, +his seat, and his gardens there were some +of the best that were made in those early +days, such indeed as have mocked some +that have been done since, and the gardens +at Southampton House, in Bloomsbury +Square, were also of his making." +Henry, Earl of Danby, the Earl of Gainsborough, +"the <i>Maecenas</i> of his age," the +Earl of Halifax, the friend of Addison, +Swift, Pope, and Steele; Lord Weymouth, +of Longleate; Dr. Sherard, of +Eltham; the Earl of Scarborough, an +accomplished nobleman, immortalized by +Pope, and by the fine pen of Chesterfield; +and the Duke of Argyle, with numerous +other men of rank and science, have +highly assisted in elevating gardening to +the station it has long since held.<a id="footnotetag6" name="footnotetag6"></a><a href="#footnote6"><sup>6</sup></a></p> + + +<p>Beauty and health are the attributes of +gardening. In illustration of the former, +we remember a passage from Gervase +Markham, thus: "As in the composition +of a delicate woman the grace of her +cheeke is the mixture of red and white, +the wonder of her eye blacke and white, +and the beauty of her hand blew and +white, any of which is not said to be +beautifull if it consist of single or simple +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> +colours; and so in walkes or alleyes, the +all greene, nor the all yellow, cannot be +said to be most beautifull; but the greene +and yellow, (that is to say the untroade +grasse, and the well-knit gravelle) being +equally mixt, give the eye both lustre +and delight beyond comparison." Abercrombie +lived to the age of <i>eighty</i>, when +he died by a fall down stairs in the dark. +He was present at the battle of Preston +Pans, which was fought close to his father's +garden walls. For the last twenty +years he lived chiefly on tea, using it +three times a-day; his pipe was his first +companion in the morning, and last at +night. He never remembered to have +taken a dose of physic in his life; prior +to his last fatal accident, nor of having a +day's illness but once."</p> + +<p>The association of gardening with pastoral +poetry, was exemplified in Shenstone's +design of the Leasowes—as Mr. +Whately observes—a perfect picture of +his mind, simple, elegant, and amiable, +and which will always suggest a doubt +whether the spot inspired his verses, or +whether in the scenes which he formed, +he only realized the pastoral images +which abound in his songs. That elegant +trifler, Horace Walpole, was enthusiastically +fond of gardening. One day +telling his nurseryman that he would +have his trees planted irregularly, he replied, +"Yes, sir, I understand; you +would have them hung down—somewhat +<i>poetical</i>."</p> + +<p>PHILO.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>NOTES OF A READER.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>PORTRAIT OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.</h3> + + +<p>Appended to a fine portrait of Sir Walter +Scott, in the <i>Literary Souvenir</i> for +1829, is the following—by <i>Barry Cornwall</i>:—</p> + +<p>We can scarcely imagine a thing much +more pleasant indeed, to an artist, than +to be brought face to face with some +famous person, and permitted to examine +and scrutinize his features, with that careful +and intense curiosity, that seems necessary +to the perfecting a likeness. It +must have been to Raffaelle, at once a +relaxation from his ordinary study, and a +circumstance interesting in itself, thus to +look into faces so full of meaning as those +of Julius and Leo—and to say, "That +look—that glance, which seems so transient, +will I fix for ever. Thus shall he +be seen, with that exact expression (although +it lasted but for an instant) five +hundred years after he shall be dust and +ashes!"</p> + +<p>This was probably the feeling of +Raffaelle; and it must have been with a +somewhat similar pride that our excellent +artist, Mr. Leslie, accomplished his +portrait of Sir Walter Scott, which the +reader will have already admired in this +volume. It is surely a perfect work. No +one, who has once seen the great author, +can forget that strange and peculiar look +(so full of meaning, and shrewd and cautious +observation—so entirely characteristic, +in short, of the mind within) which +Mr. Leslie has succeeded in catching. +One may gaze on it for ever, and contemplate +an exhaustless subject—all that the +capacious imagination has produced and +is producing,—the populous, endless +world of fancy.</p> + +<p>Let the reader look, and be assured +that <i>there</i> is the strange spirit that has +discovered and wrought all the fine +shapes that he has been accustomed to +look upon with wonder—Claverhouse, +and Burley, and Bothwell,—Meg Merrilies +and Elspeth—the high and the low—the +fierce and the fair—Cavaliers and +Covenanters, and the rest—presenting an +assemblage of character that is absolutely +unequalled, except in the pages of Shakspeare +alone. There is no other writer, +be he Greek, or Goth, or Roman, who +has ever astonished the world by creations +so infinitely diversified. The mind +of the author appears so free from egotism, +so large and serene, so clear of all +images of self, that it receives, as in a +lucid mirror, all the varieties of nature.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>ON A GIRL SLEEPING.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Thou liv'st! yet how profoundly deep</p> +<p>The silence of thy tranquil sleep!</p> +<p class="i2">Like death it almost seems:</p> +<p>So all unbroke the sighs which flow</p> +<p>From thy calm breast of spotless snow,</p> +<p class="i2">Like music heard in dreams.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Thy soul is filled with gentle thought,</p> +<p>Unto its shrine by angels brought</p> +<p class="i2">From Heaven's supreme abode;</p> +<p>Thy dreams are not of earthly things,</p> +<p>But, borne upon Religion's wings,</p> +<p class="i2">They lift thee up to God.</p> + </div> </div> +<p><i>Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + + +<p>A species of <i>fames canina</i> is to be met +with amongst schoolboys, which affects +the <i>juveniles</i> most when most in health. +We remember a gentleman offering a +wager, that a boy taken promiscuously +from any of the public charity-schools, +should, five minutes after his dinner, eat +a pound of beef-steaks.—<i>Brande's Jour.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE GIPSY'S MALISON.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Suck, baby, suck, mother's love grows by giving,</p> +<p>Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting;</p> +<p>Black manhood comes, when riotous guilty living</p> +<p>Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> +<p>Kiss, baby, kiss, mother's lips shine by kisses,</p> +<p>Choke the warm breath that else would fail in blessings;</p> +<p>Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses</p> +<p>Tender thee the kiss that poisons 'mid caressings.</p> +<p>Hang, baby, hang, mother's love loves such forces,</p> +<p>Strain the fond neck that bends still to thy clinging:</p> +<p>Black manhood comes, when violent lawless courses</p> +<p>Leave thee a spectacle in rude air swinging.—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So sang a wither'd Sibyl energetical,</p> +<p>And bann'd the ungiving door with lips prophetical.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>C. LAMB. <i>Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>EPICURES.</h3> + + +<p>As a mere untravelled practical Englishman, +and, moreover, of the old school, +Quin, no doubt, ranks high in the lists +of gastronomy: but he is completely distanced +by many moderns, both in love +for and knowledge of the science. Among +the most noted of the moderns we beg to +introduce our readers to Mr. Rogerson, an +enthusiast and a martyr. He, as may be +presumed, was educated at that University +where the rudiments of palatic science +are the most thoroughly impressed +on the ductile organs of youth. His father, +a gentleman of Gloucestershire, +sent him abroad to make the grand tour, +upon which journey, says our informant, +young Rogerson attended to nothing but +the various modes of cookery, and methods +of eating and drinking luxuriously. +Before his return his father died, and he +entered into the possession of a very large +monied fortune, and a small landed estate. +He was now able to look over his notes of +epicurism, and to discover where the +most exquisite dishes were to be had, and +the best cooks procured. He had no other +servants in his house than men cooks; +his butler, footman, housekeeper, coachman, +and grooms, were all cooks. He +had three Italian cooks, one from Florence, +another from Sienna, and a third +from Viterbo, for dressing one dish, the +<i>docce piccante</i> of Florence. He had a +messenger constantly on the road between +Brittany and London, to bring him the +eggs of a certain sort of plover, found +near St. Maloes. He has eaten a single +dinner at the expense of fifty-eight +pounds, though himself only sat down to +it, and there were but two dishes. He +counted the minutes between meals, and +seemed totally absorbed in the idea, or in +the action of eating, yet his stomach was +very small; it was the exquisite flavour +alone, that he sought. In nine years he +found his table dreadfully abridged by the +ruin of his fortune; and himself hastening +to poverty. This made him melancholy, +and brought on disease. When +totally ruined, having spent near 150,000l., +a friend gave him a guinea to keep him +from starving; and he was found in a +garret soon after roasting an ortolan with +his own hands. We regret to add, that +a few days afterwards, this extraordinary +youth shot himself. We hope that his +notes are not lost to the dining world.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>COLLEGE DREAMS.</h3> + + +<p>How often in senior common-rooms may +be marked the gradual dropping asleep +of the learned and venerable members! +First, after a few rounds of the bottle, +the tongues, which are tired of eulogizing +or vituperating the various dishes which +had smoked upon the board, gradually +begin to be still,—soon conversation +comes absolutely to a stand,—the candles +grow alarmingly long in the wick,—comparative +darkness involves the sage assembly,—and +first one, then another, +drops off into a placid and harmonious repose. +Then what dreams float before the +eyes of their imagination! Blue silk +pelisses jostling shovel hats, church spires +dancing in most admired disorder, fat +incumbents falling down in a fit, neat +clerical-looking gigs standing at vicarage +doors, and these all incongruously commingled +with white veils, lawn sleeves, +roast beef, pulpit cushions, bright eyes, +and small black sarsnet shoes. Suddenly +the chapel bell dissolves the fleeting fabric +of the vision; and, behold! the white +veil is a poet's imagination, the church +spire is still at a miserable distance, the +vicarage is a Utopian nonentity, and the +fat incumbent, in a state of the ruddiest +health, is the only reality of the dream.</p> + +<p><i>—Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>WOMAN</h3> + + +<p>Nothing sets so wide a mark "between +the vulgar and the noble seed" as the +respect and reverential love of womanhood. +A man who is always sneering at woman +is generally a coarse profligate, or a coarse +bigot, no matter which.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h3>ANGLING.</h3> + +<p>We have often thought that angling +alone offers to man the degree of half-business, +half-idleness, which the fair sex +find in their needle-work or knitting, +which, employing the hands, leaves the +mind at liberty, and occupying the attention +so far as is necessary to remove the +painful sense of a vacuity, yet yields +room for contemplation, whether upon +things heavenly or earthly, cheerful or +melancholy.—<i>Quarterly Rev.</i></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> +<h2>THE GATHERER.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10">"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."</p> +<p class="i14"> SHAKSPEARE.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>LAUGHTER.</h3> + + +<p>"Laugh and grow fat," is an old adage; +and Sterne tells us, that every time a +man laughs, he adds something to his +life. An eccentric philosopher, of the +last century, used to say, that he liked +not only to laugh himself, but to see +laughter, and hear laughter. "Laughter, +Sir, laughter is good for health; it +is a provocative to the appetite, and a +friend to digestion. Dr. Sydenham, Sir, +said the arrival of a merry-andrew in a +town was more beneficial to the health of +the inhabitants than twenty asses loaded +with medicine." Mr. Pott used to say +that he never saw the "Tailor riding to +Brentford," without feeling better for a +week afterwards.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>LEGAL PEARL-DIVERS.</h3> + + +<p>Every barrister can "shake his head," +and too often, like Sheridan's Lord Burleigh, +it is the only proof he vouchsafes +of his wisdom. Curran used to call +these fellows "legal pearl-divers."—"You +may observe them," he would say, +"their heads barely under water—their +eyes shut, and an index floating behind +them, displaying the precise degree of +their purity and their depth."</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>GRAMMATICAL LEARNING.</h3> + + +<p>An author left a comedy with Foote for +perusal; and on the next visit asked for +his judgment on it, with rather an ignorant +degree of assurance. "If you looked +a little more to the grammar of it, I +think," said Foote, "it would be better."—"To +the grammar of it, Sir! What! +would you send me to school again?"—"And +pray, Sir," replied Foote, very +gravely, "would that do you any +harm?"</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SWEARING BY PROXY.</h3> + + +<p>Cardinal Dubois used frequently, in +searching after any thing he wanted, to +swear excessively. One of his clerks +told him, "Your eminence had better +hire a man to swear for you, and then +you will gain so much time."</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE MUNIFICENT SAINT.</h3> + + +<p>A devout lady offered up a prayer to +St. Ignatius for the conversion of her +husband; a few days after, the man +died; "What a good saint is our Ignatius!" +exclaimed the consolable widow, +"he bestows on us more benefits than we +ask for!"</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>PRODIGALITY.</h3> + + +<p>A petty journalist was boasting in company, +that he was a dispenser of fame to +those on whom he wrote. 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[PRICE 2d. + + + + * * * * * + + + + +BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM. + +[Illustration: BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM.] + + +The engraving represents this interesting structure, as it appeared in +the year 1686; being copied from a print, after a picture by Wolridge. + +The original castle was very ancient, as appears by the foundations, and +an old brick tower over a deep well, the upper part of which has been +used as a dairy. The castle is said to have been built by Earl Waltheof, +who, in 1069 married Judith, niece to William the Conqueror, who gave +him the earldom of Northampton and Huntingdon for her portion. Matilda +or Maud, their only child, after the death of Simon St. Liz, her first +husband, married David, first of the name, king of Scotland; and Maud, +being heiress of Huntingdon, had in her own right, as an appendix to +that honour, the manor of Tottenham in Middlesex. + +Robert Bruce, grandson of David, Earl of Huntingdon, and grandfather to +Robert I. of Scotland, memorable as the restorer of the independence of +his country, became one of the competitors for the crown of Scotland in +1290, but being superseded by John Baliol, Bruce retired to England, and +settled at his grandfather's estate at Tottenham, repaired the castle, +and acquiring another manor, called it and the castle after his own +name. Shakspeare says, + + Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns, + +and the fortunes of the two Bruces are "confirmation strong as holy +writ." + +The estate being forfeited to the crown, it had different proprietors, +till 1631, when it was in the possession of Hugh Hare, Lord Coleraine. +Henry Hare, the last Lord Coleraine of that family, having been deserted +by his wife, who obstinately refused, for twenty years, to return to +him, formed a connexion with Miss Roze Duplessis, a French lady, by whom +he had a daughter, born in Italy, whom he named Henrietta Roza +Peregrina, and to whom he left all his estates. This lady married the +late Mr. Alderman Townsend; but, being an alien, she could not take the +estates; and the will being legally made, barred the heirs at law; so +that the estate escheated to the crown. However, a grant of these +estates, confirmed by act of parliament, was made to Mr. Townsend and +his lady, whose son, Henry Hare Townsend, Esq. in 1792, voluntarily sold +the property for the payment of the family debts; and "although the +castle may soon be levelled with the ground, yet the destruction of this +ancient fabric will acquire him more honour, than if the prudence of his +ancestors had enabled him to restore the three towers, of which now only +one remains."[1] + + [1] Gough's Camden. + +The present mansion is partly ancient, and partly modern, and was very +lately the property of Sir William Curtis, Bart. Up to the period at +which the castle is represented in the engraving, the building must have +undergone many alterations, as the tower on the left, and the two +octagonal and centre towers, will prove. The grounds there appear laid +out in the trim fashion of the seventeenth century, and ornamented with +fountains, vases, &c. + + + * * * * * + +NEW YEAR'S CUSTOM. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +BROMLEY PAGETS, Staffordshire, is 129 miles from London, and is a pretty +town on the skirts of Derbyshire. This place is remarkable, or was +lately, for a sport on New Year's Day and Twelfth Day, called _The +Hobby-Horse Dance_, from a person who rode upon the image of a horse, +with a bow and arrow in his hands, with which he made a snapping noise, +and kept time to the music, while six men danced the hay and other +country dances, with as many deer's heads on their shoulders. To this +hobby-horse belonged a pot, which the reeves of the town kept filled +with cakes and ale, towards which the spectators contributed a penny, +and with the remainder they maintained their poor and repaired the +church. + +HALBERT H. + + + * * * * * + +THE BARON'S TRUMPET. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + Thou blowest for Hector. + TROILUS and CRESSIDA. + + + Sound, sound the charge, when the wassel bowl + Is lifted with songs, let the trumpets shrill blast + Awaken like fire in the warrior's soul, + The bright recollections of chivalry past; + Let the lute or the lyre the soft stripling rejoice, + No music on earth is so sweet as thy voice. + + Sound, sound the charge when the foe is before us, + When the visors are closed and the lances are down, + If we fall, let the banner of victory o'er us + Dance time to thy clarion that sings our renown: + To the souls of the valiant no requiem is given, + So fit as thine echoes, to soothe them in heaven. + +LEON. + + + + * * * * * + +THE NEW YEAR + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + + Twenty-nine, Father Janus! and can it be true, + That your _double-fac'd_ sconce is again in our view? + Take a chair, my old boy--while our glasses we fill, + And tell us, "what news"--for you can if you will. + + Shall we have any war? or will there be peace? + Will swindlers, as usual, the credulous fleece? + Will the season produce us a _deluge_ of rain? + Did the comet bring coughs and catarrhs in his train? + + Will gas, so delicious, _perfume_ our abodes? + Will McAdam continue "Colossus of _roads?_" + Will Venus's boy be abroad with his bow, + And make the dear girls over bachelors crow? + + Will _quid-nuncs_ from scandalous whispers refrain? + Will poets the pent of Parnassus attain? + Will travellers' tomes touch the truth to a T? + Will critics from caustic coercion be free? + + Shall we check crafty care in his cunning career? + In short--shall we welcome a happy new year? + What, _mum_, Father Janus?--egad I suppose, + Not one of our queries you mean to disclose. + + Let us, therefore, the blessings which Providence sends, + To our country, to us, our relations and friends, + With gratitude own--and employ the supplies, + As prudence suggests, "to be merry and wise." + + Nor ever, too curious the future to pry, + Presume on our own feeble strength to rely; + But, taught by the _past;_ for the _future_, depend + Where the wise and the good all their wishes extend. + +JACOBUS. + + + * * * * * + +FALLING STONES. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +Of these bodies, the most general opinion now is, that they are really +of _celestial_ origin. But a few years ago, nothing could have appeared +more absurd than the idea that we should ever be able to examine the +most minute fragment of the siderial system; and it must, no doubt, be +reckoned among the wonders of the age in which we live, that +considerable portions of these heavenly bodies are now known to have +descended to the earth. An event so wonderful and unexpected was at +first received with incredulity and ridicule; but we may now venture to +consider the fact as well established as any other hypothesis of natural +philosophy, which does not actually admit of mathematical demonstration. +The attention of our philosophers was first called to this subject by +the falling of one of these masses of matter near Flamborough Head, in +Yorkshire; it weighed about 50 pounds, and for some years after its +descent did not excite the interest it deserved, nor would perhaps that +attention have been paid to it which was required for the investigation +of the truth, if a similar and more striking phenomenon had not happened +a few years afterwards at Benares, in the East Indies. Some fragments of +the stones which fell in India were brought to Sir Joseph Banks by Major +Williams; and Sir Joseph being desirous of knowing if there might not be +some truth in these repeated accounts of falling stones, gave them to be +analyzed, when it was found by a very skilful analysis, published in the +Transactions, 1802, that the stones collected in various countries, and +to which a similar history is attached, contained very peculiar +ingredients, and all of the same kind. The earthy parts were silex and +magnesia, in which were interspersed small grains of metallic iron. +Since these investigations, the subject has attracted very general +attention, and most of the fragments of stones said to have fallen from +heaven, and which have been preserved in the cabinets of the curious, on +account of this tradition, have been analyzed, and found to consist of +the same ingredients, varying only in their different proportions. + +Pliny relates, that a great stone fell near Egos Potamos, in the +Thracian Chersonese, in the second year of the 78th Olympiad. In the +year 1706, another large stone is, on the authority of Paul Lucas, then +at Larissa, said to have fallen in Macedonia. It weighed 72 pounds. +Cardan assures us, that a shower of at least 1,200 stones fell in Italy, +the largest of which weighed 120 pounds; and their fall was accompanied +by a great light in the air. + +The caaba, or great black stone, preserved by the Mahometans in the +Temple of Mecca, had probably a celestial origin. It is said to have +been brought from heaven by the angel Gabriel. Some astronomers imagine +that these stones have been thrown from a lunar volcano. There is +nothing, perhaps, philosophically inconsistent in this theory, for +volcanic appearances have been seen in the moon; and a force such as our +volcanoes exert would be sufficient to project fragments that might +possibly arrive at the surface of the earth. But probability is +certainly against it, and it seems more likely that they are fragments +of comets. For those bodies, from their own nature, must be subject to +chemical changes of a very violent nature; add to this, that from the +smallness of their dimensions, a fragment projected from them with a +very slight velocity would never return to the mass to which it +originally belonged; but would traverse the celestial regions till it +met with some planetary or other body sufficiently ponderous to attract +it to itself. + +We have numerous other instances of these phenomena, which are attested +by many very credible witnesses, but I will not at present monopolize +more of your valuable pages with this subject, though one of +considerable interest; yet I may, perhaps, at some future period, if +agreeable, send you a few rather more circumstantial and more +interesting accounts than the above. + +_Near Sheffield._ + +J.M.C----D. + + + * * * * * + +THE POET, CHATTERTON. + +_(To the Editor of the Mirror.)_ + + +Should the following notice of Chatterton, which I copy from a _small +handkerchief_ in my possession, be thought worthy of a place in the +MIRROR, you will oblige me by inserting it. The handkerchief has been in +my possession about twenty-five years, and was probably printed soon +after the poet's death; he is represented sitting at a table, writing, +in a miserable apartment; behind him the bed turned up, &c. + +SUFFOLK. + + +_The Distressed Poet, or a true representation of the unfortunate +Chatterton._ + +The painting from which the engraving was taken of the distressed poet, +was the work of a friend of the unfortunate Chatterton. This friend drew +him in the situation in which he is represented in this plate. Anxieties +and cares had advanced his life, and given him an older look than was +suited to his age. The sorry apartment portrayed in the print, the +folded bed, the broken utensil below it, the bottle, the farthing +candle, and the disorderly raiment of the bard, are not inventions of +fancy. They were realities; and a satire upon an age and a nation of +which generosity is doubtless a conspicuous characteristic. But poor +Chatterton was born under a bad star: his passions were too impetuous, +and in a distracted moment he deprived himself of an existence, which +his genius, and the fostering care of the public would undoubtedly have +rendered comfortable and happy. Unknown and miserable while alive, he +now calls forth curiosity and attention. Men of wit and learning employ +themselves to celebrate his talents, and to express their approbation of +his writings. Hard indeed was his fate, born to adorn the times in which +he lived, yet compelled to fall a victim to pride and poverty! His +destiny, cruel as it was, gives a charm to his verses; and while the +bright thought excites admiration, the recollection of his miseries +awakens a tender sympathy and sorrow. Who would not wish that he had +been so fortunate as to relieve a fellow creature so accomplished, from +wretchedness, despair, and suicide? + + +WRITTEN ON VIEWING THE PORTRAIT OF CHATTERTON. + + Ah! what a contrast in that face portray'd, + Where care and study cast alternate shade; + But view it well, and ask thy heart the cause, + Then chide, with honest warmth, that cold applause + Which counteracts the fostering breath of praise, + And shades with cypress the young poet's bays: + Pale and dejected, mark, how genius strives + With poverty, and mark, how well it thrives; + The shabby cov'ring of the gentle bard, + Regard it well, 'tis worthy thy regard, + The friendly cobweb, serving for a screen, + The chair, a part of what it once had been; + The bed, whereon th' unhappy victim slept + And oft unseen, in silent anguish, wept, + Or spent in dear delusive dreams, the night, + To wake, next morning, but to curse the light, + Too deep distress the artist's hand reveals; + But like a friend's the black'ning deed conceals; + Thus justice, to mild complacency bends, + And candour, all harsh influence, suspends. + Enthron'd, supreme in judgment, mercy sits, + And, in one breath condemns, applauds, acquits: + Whoe'er thou art, that shalt this face survey, + And turn, with cold disgust, thine eyes away. + Then bless thyself, that sloth and ignorance bred + Thee up in safety, and with plenty fed, + Peace to thy mem'ry! may the sable plume + Of dulness, round thy forehead ever bloom; + May'st thou, nor can I wish a greater curse; + Live full despis'd, and die without a nurse; + Or, if same wither'd hag, for sake of hire, + Should wash thy sheets, and cleanse thee from the mire, + Let her, when hunger peevishly demands + The dainty morsel from her barb'rous hands, + Insult, with hellish mirth, thy craving maw + And snatch it to herself, and call it law, + Till pinching famine waste thee to the bone + And break, at last, that solid heart of stone. + + + * * * * * + +LAY OF THE WANDERING ARAB. + + + "Away, away, my barb and I," + As free as wave, as fleet as wind, + We sweep the sands of Araby, + And leave a world of slaves behind. + + 'Tis mine to range in this wild garb, + Nor e'er feel lonely though alone; + I would not change my Arab barb, + To mount a drowsy Sultan's throne. + + Where the pale stranger dares not come, + Proud o'er my native sands I rove; + An Arab tent my only home, + An Arab maid my only love. + + Here freedom dwells without a fear-- + Coy to the world, she loves the wild; + Whoever brings a fetter here, + To chain the desert's fiery child. + + What though the Frank may name with scorn, + Our barren clime, our realm of sand, + There were our thousand fathers born-- + Oh, who would scorn his father's land? + + It is not sands that form a waste, + Nor laughing fields a happy clime; + The spot, the most by Freedom graced, + Is where a man feels most sublime! + + "Away, away, my barb and I." + As free as wave as fleet as wind, + We sweep the sands of Araby, + And leave a world of slaves behind! + + + * * * * * + +NOSTALGIA--MALADIE DE PAYS--CALENTURE. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +This disease, according to Dr. Darwin, is an unconquerable desire of +returning to one's native country, frequent in long voyages, in which +the patients become so insane, as to throw themselves into the sea, +mistaking it for green fields or meadows:-- + + "So, by a _calenture_ misled, + The mariner with rapture sees, + On the smooth ocean's azure bed, + Enamell'd fields and verdant trees. + With eager haste he longs to rove + In that fantastic scene, and thinks + It must be some enchanting grove, + And in he leaps, and down he sinks." + +SWIFT. + + +The Swiss are said to be particularly liable to this disease, and when +taken into foreign service, frequently to desert from this cause, and +especially after hearing or singing a particular tune, which was used in +their village dances, in their native country, on which account the +playing or singing this tune was forbidden by the punishment of death. + + "Dear is that shed, to which his soul conforms, + And dear that hill, which lifts him to the storms." + +GOLDSMITH. + + +Rousseau says, "The celebrated Swiss tune, called the _Rans des Vaches_, +is an air, so dear to the Swiss, that it was forbidden under the pain of +death to play it to the troops, as it immediately drew tears from them, +and made those who heard it desert, or die of what is called _la maladie +de pays_, so ardent a desire did it excite to return to their native +country. It is in vain to seek in this air for energetic accents capable +of producing such astonishing effects, for which strangers are unable to +account from the music, which is in itself uncouth and wild. But it is +from habit, recollections, and a thousand circumstances retraced in this +tune by those natives who hear it, and reminding them of their country, +former pleasures of their youth, and all those ways of living, which +occasion a bitter reflection at having lost them. Music, then, does not +affect them as music, but as a reminiscence. This air, though always +the same, no longer produces the same effects at present as it did upon +the Swiss formerly; for having lost their taste for their first +simplicity, they no longer regret its loss when reminded of it. So true +it is, that we must not seek in physical causes the great effects of +sound upon the human heart." + +This disease (says Dr. Winterbottom) affects the natives of Africa as +strongly as it does those of Switzerland; it is even more violent in its +effects on the Africans, and often impels them to dreadful acts of +suicide. Sometimes it plunges them into a deep melancholy, which induces +the unhappy sufferers to end a miserable existence by a more tedious, +though equally certain method, that of dirt eating. + +Such is the powerful influence of the lore of one's native country. + +P.T.W. + + + * * * * * + +SINGULAR CUSTOM OF THE SULTAN OF TURKEY. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +After the opening of the Bairam,[2] a ceremony among the Turks, attended +with more than ordinary magnificence; the Sultan, accompanied by the +Grand Signior and all the principal officers of state, goes to exhibit +himself to the people in a kiosk, or tent near the seraglio point, +seated on a sofa of silver, brought out for the occasion. It is a very +large, wooden couch covered with thick plates of massive silver, highly +burnished, and there is little doubt from the form of it, and the style +in which it is ornamented that it constituted part of the treasury of +the Greek emperors when Constantinople was taken by the Turks. + +INA. + + [2] The Bairam of the Turks answers to our Easter, as their Ramadan + does to our Lent. + + + + * * * * * + +THE SKETCH-BOOK + + * * * * * + +EL BORRACHO.[3] + + [3] The Drunkard; the Spanish origin of this title is endeavoured to + to be recognised in its title. + + +Not long since, a couple resided in the suburbs of Madrid, named Perez +and Juana Donilla; and a happy couple they might have been, had not +Perez contracted a sad habit of drinking, which became more and more +confirmed after every draught of good wine; and such draughts were +certainly more frequent than his finances were in a state to allow. +Night after night was spent at the tavern; fairly might he be said to +_swallow_ all that he earned by his daily labour; and Juana and himself +(fortunately they had no children to maintain) must have been reduced +to absolute mendicity, but for the exemplary conduct of the former, who +contrived to support her spouse and herself upon the scanty produce of +her unwearied industry. If ever a sentiment of gratitude for undeserved +favours animated the bosom of Perez Donilla, he took, it must be +confessed, a strange method of declaring it; not only would he, upon his +return from his lawless carousals, grumble over that humble fare, the +possession of which at all he ought to have considered as scarce less +than a miracle, but, in his madness, unmerciful strappings were sure to +be the portion of his miserable wife. Poor Juana bore these cruelties +with a patience that ought to have canonized her under the title of St. +Grizzle: she could not, indeed, forbear crying out, under these frequent +and severe castigations; nor could she refrain from soliciting the aid +of three or four favourite gentlemen saints, who, little to the credit +of their gallantry and good-nature, always turned a deaf ear upon her +plaints and entreaties; not a word, however, of the inhuman conduct of +her _worser_ half did she breathe to _mortal_ ear. Neighbours, however, +have auricular organs like walls and little pitchers, tongues like +bells, and a spice of meddling and mischief in them like asses; so that +no wise person will suppose the conduct of Perez Donilla to his wife was +long a secret in Madrid. Juana had two brothers and a cousin resident in +the city--Gomez Arias, chief cook to his reverence the Canon Fernando; +Hernan Arias, head groom to Don Miguel de Corcoba, a knight of +Calatrava; and Pedro Pedrillo, a young barber-surgeon, in business for +himself. Gomez and Hernan, hearing of Juana's misfortunes, said, like +affectionate brothers. "God help our poor sister, and may her own +relations help her also; for if _they_ do not, nobody else will, and she +certainly can't help herself." The like words they repeated to Pedro +Pedrillo, until he, being a sharp, handsome young fellow, and +particularly fond of showing forth his fine person and finer wit, agreed +to visit his cousin, and contrive some plan to extricate her from the +cruelty of Perez. Making himself, therefore, as fascinating as possible, +he marched directly to the house, or rather cabin, of Juana Donilla, and +stood before her, smiling and watching her small, thin fingers plaitting +straw for hats, some minutes ere she was aware of his presence. "Pedro!" +exclaimed she, with a countenance and voice of pleasure, as she +recognised the intruder.--"Ay, _Pedro_ it is, indeed, Juana; but, +improved as _I_ am. O, mercy upon me, how black _you_ are +looking!"--"_Black_, cousin? Nay, then, I'm sure 'tis not for want of +washing. Come, come, Pedro, no jokes, if you please."--"By St. Jago, +fair cousin, I'm as far from a joke as I am from a diploma; and my +business in this house, as in most houses, is no _jest_, I assure you. +In a word, the cries which you utter when suffering from the insane fury +of your sottish husband have reached even me, and I'm come to offer you +a little advice and assistance. No denial of the fact, Juana; those +black bruises avouch it without a tongue."--Juana held down her head, +colour mounted into her cheeks, tears suffused her eyes, her bosom +heaved convulsively, and for some moments she was silent from confusion, +shame, grief, and gratitude. At length, withdrawing her hand from the +affectionate grasp of Pedro, and dashing it athwart her eyes, she looked +up and said mildly, "Thanks, many thanks, dear cousin, for your +kindness. I cannot dissemble with you; what would you have me do? I +could not _beat_ him in return; and, oh! save him from the arm of +my brothers!"--"What have you always done?"--"Borne his stripes, and +called for help upon St. Jago, St. Francis Xavier, St. Benedict, and +St. Nicholas!"--"And did you never invoke the three holy Maries?"-- +"Never."--"Then that's what you ought to have done," returned Senor +Pedrillo, with the utmost gravity. "Now mind me,--call upon _them_ +for aid next time your husband maltreats you."--"Alas!" sighed the +afflicted wife, "_that_ will most surely be to-night. I've not much +faith in your remedy, Pedro; but may be there's no harm in trying +it."--"Farewell, then, my poor, pretty, patient, black-bruised cousin," +cried Pedrillo; "next time you see the _doctor_, let him know how his +remedy has sped;" and with a comical expression of countenance, half +melancholy, half mirthful, the "trusty and well-beloved cousin" +departed. + +Late that night, Perez Donilla entered his own habitation as intoxicated +and belligerent as ever. "Where's my supper?"--"Here," said his wife, +trembling, as she placed before him a few heads of garlic, a piece of +salted trout, a little oil, and a crust of barley bread. "What's all +this, woman?" exclaimed Perez, in a voice of thunder; and with glaring +eyes and demoniacal fury he dashed the fish at her head, and the rest of +his supper upon the floor. "Wretch! how durst _you_ fatten upon olios +and ragouts, and set trash like _this_ before your _husband?_"--"My +dear," replied Juana, meekly, "I am starving; nothing have I tasted +since breakfast."--"Don't lie, you jade! Where's the wild-fowl and the +Bologna sausage sent you by that rogue, Gomez? Stolen were they from +the canon's kitchen, and you know it! And where's the skin of excellent +Calcavella, from the Caballero's overflowing vaults? Give it to me this +_instant_, you hussy, you vixen, you--"--"Indeed, _indeed_," cried the +unfortunate wife in deep anguish, "I take all the saints in heaven to +witness--."--"That, and that, and _that_," interrupted the furious +tyrant, lashing her severely, according to custom, with a thick thong of +leather, and now and then adding a blow with his fist; "let's see if +_that_ will bring me a supper fit for a Christian, and a draught of Don +Miguel's Calcavella!" Juana remembered Pedrillo's advice, and after +roaring out more loudly than usual for aid from St. Jago, St. Francis, +St. Benedict, and St. Nicholas, shrieked at the highest pitch of her +voice, "May the three blessed Maries help me!" No sooner were the words +uttered, than in rushed three apparitions, arrayed in white, but so +enfolded in lined, that it was impossible to determine whether they +represented men or women; of their visages, only their eyes were +visible, peering frightfully from the white covering of their heads; +each brandished a good stout cudgel, and each, without uttering a word, +falling quick as thought upon Perez Donilla, repaid him the blows he had +lavished on his unhappy wife with such interest, as would have sealed +his fate indubitably, had not she interposed; but upon the entreaties of +that exemplary wife, the three holy Maries remitted the remainder of +their flagellation, and retired, leaving Perez senseless on the floor. +Poor Juana was agonized at beholding the state to which her graceless +partner was reduced, and hauling him, as well as her own exhausted +strength would permit, upon his miserable pallet, washed the blood and +dust from his wounds, and watched his return to consciousness with +unexampled tenderness and dutiful fidelity. Perez at length opened his +eyes, and said, in the mild voice which was natural to him when sober, +"My poor Juana, I wish you could fetch your cousin Pedro to see me; I +think I shall die." Juana was half distracted at this speech; and +running to the next house, bribed a neighbour's child by the promise of +a broad-brimmed straw hat, to shade his complexion from the sun, to run +for Doctor Pedrillo. Pedro soon arrived, and was evidently more puzzled +respecting his deportment than the case of his patient. Sundry "nods, +and becks, and wreathed smiles," and sundry eloquent glances of his +bright black eyes, were covertly bestowed upon his _fair_ cousin; anon, +with ludicrous solemnity, he felt the pulse of Perez, shook his head, +and, in short, imitated with inimitable exactness all the technical +airs and graces of a regular graduate of Salamanca.--"Cousin," cried he +at length, with a sly look at Juana, "I pity your plight--from my soul I +do; but your case is, I am grieved to say, desperate, unless I am +informed of the _cause_ of these monstrous weals, bruises, slashes, and +chafings, in order that my prescription, may--"--"The _cause_ of them," +said Perez, almost frightened to death, "is, having to my cost a _saint_ +of a wife."--"How! that a _misfortune?_ explain yourself, my poor +fellow."--"Readily," replied Donilla, "if that will help to heal +me."--He then explained minutely the circumstances of the case, +concluding thus:--"Not but what I am, after all, remarkably indebted to +Juana, for had she only called the eleven thousand Virgins to her +assistance, their zeal would undoubtedly have divided my body amongst +them; since, then, my wife has such friends in heaven; I shall +henceforth be careful how I enrage them again."--Perez Donilla kept to +his resolution, and the _Three Maries_, whom, without doubt, the +intelligent reader has recognised through their disguise, lived for many +years to rejoice in the blessed effects of a severe, but merited +infliction. M.L.B. + + + + * * * * * + +RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS. + + * * * * * + +THEATRICAL BILL. + + +At a play acted in 1511, on the Feast of St. Margaret, the following +disbursements were made as the charges of the exhibition:-- + + _£. s. d._ + To musicians, for which, however, + they were bound to + perform three nights 0 5 6 + For players, in bread and ale 0 3 1 + For decorations, dresses, and + play-books 1 0 0 + To John Hobbard, priest, and + author of the piece 0 2 8 + For the place in which the + representation was held 0 1 0 + For furniture 0 1 4 + For fish and bread 0 0 4 + For painting three phantoms + and devils 0 0 6 + And for four chickens for the + hero 0 0 4 + +H. B. A. + + + * * * * * + +ROBINSON CRUSOE'S ISLAND. + + +The United States ship, Vincennes, visited the island of Juan Fernandez, +off the coast of Chili, a few months since, and remained there three +days. There were two Yankees and six Otaheitans on the island. The +former had formed a settlement for the purpose of supplying whale-ships +with water, poultry, and vegetables. The soil is said to be +astonishingly fertile. + +_--New York Shipping List, 1366._ + + + * * * * * + +THE LETTER H. + +_From an old History of England._ + + + "Not superstitiously I speak, but H his letter still + Hath been observed ominous to England's good or ill." + + Humber the Hun, with foreign arms, did first the brutes invade; + Helen to Rome's imperial throne the British crown convey'd; + Hengist and Horsus first did plant the Saxons in this isle; + Hungar and Hubba first brought Danes, that sway'd here a long while; + At Harold had the Saxon end at Hardy Knute the Dane; + Henries the First and Second did restore the English reign; + Fourth Henry first for Lancaster did England's crown obtain; + Seventh Henry jarring Lancaster and York unites in peace; + Henry the Eighth did happily Rome's irreligion cease. + + + * * * * * + +CHURCH OF AUSTIN FRIARS. + + +The church of Austin Friars is one of the most ancient Gothic remains in +the City of London. It belonged to a priory dedicated to St. Augustine, +and was founded for the friars Eremites of the order of Hippo, in +Africa, by Humphry Bohun, Earl of Hereford and Essex, 1253. A part of +this once spacious building was granted by Edward VI. to a congregation +of Germans and other strangers, who fled hither from religious +persecutions. Several successive princes have confirmed it to the Dutch, +by whom it has been used as a place of worship. J.M.C. + + + * * * * * + +DAUPHIN OF FRANCE. + +The heir apparent of the crown of France derives his title of Dauphin +from the following very singular circumstance. In 1349, Hubert, second +Count of Dauphiny, being inconsolable for the loss of his heir and only +child, who had leaped from his arms through a window of his palace at +Grenoble into the river Isere, entered into a convent of jacobins, and +ceded Dauphiny to Philip, a younger son of Philip of Valois (for 120,000 +florins of gold each of the value of twenty sols or ten pence English,) +on condition that the eldest son of the king of France should be always +after styled "the Dauphin," from the name of the province thus ceded. +Charles V., grandson to Philip of Valois, was the first who bore the +title in 1530. + + + + + * * * * * + +THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET. + +[Illustration: THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET.] + + +Everything connected with the name of HOGARTH is interesting to the +English reader. He was apprenticed to a silversmith, and from cutting +cyphers on silver spoons, he rose to be sergeant painter to the +king--and from engraving arms and shop-bills, to painting kings and +queens--the very top of the artist's ladder. The soul-breathing impulses +of genius enabled him to effect all this, and his example, (in support +of the maxim, that "every man is the architect of his own fortune,") +will be respected and cherished, at home and abroad, as long as +self-advancement continues to be the great stimulus to aspiring +industry. + +The old Elephant public-house therefore merits the attention of all +lovers of painting and genius; for in it, previous to his celebrity, +lodged WILLIAM HOGARTH. It was built before the fire of London, and +although so near, escaped its ravages; but the house was pulled down a +short time since, and another of more commodious construction erected on +its site. On the wall of the tap-room, in the old house, were four +paintings by Hogarth: one representing the Hudson's Bay Company's +Porters; another, his first idea for the Modern Midnight Conversation, +(differing from the print in a circumstance too broad in its humour for +the graver,) and another of Harlequin and Pierot seeming to be laughing +at the figure in the last picture. On the first floor was a picture of +Harlow Bush Fair, covered over with paint. This information is copied +from an old print picked up in our "collecting" rambles, at the foot of +which it is stated to have been obtained from "Mrs. Hibbert, who has +kept the house between thirty and forty years, and received her +information relating to Mr. Hogarth from persons at that time well +acquainted with him." The paintings were, we believe, removed previous +to the destruction of the old house. + +To the searchers into life and manners, Hogarth's moral paintings, to +which branch of art the above belong, are treasures of great prize; and +whether over his originals at the gallery in Pall Mall, or their copies +at the printsellers--the Elephant in Fenchurch-street, or the "painting +moralist's" tomb in Chiswick churchyard--Englishmen have just cause to +be proud of his name. + + + + * * * * * + +THE SELECTOR + +AND LITERARY NOTICES OF _NEW WORKS_ + + + * * * * * + +DAYS DEPARTED; OR, BANWELL HILL: + +_A Lay of the Severn Sea, by the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles._ + + +This is a delightful volume--full of nature and truth--and in every +respect worthy of "one of the most elegant, pathetic, and original +living poets of England." Moreover, it is just such a book as we +expected from the worthy vicar of Bremhill; dedicated to the Bishop of +Bath and Wells; and dated from Bremhill Parsonage, of which interesting +abode we inserted an unique description in our last volume. + +As our principal object is to give a few of the _poetical pictures_, we +shall be very brief with the prose, and merely quote an outline of the +poem. Mr. Bowles, it appears, is a native of the district in which he +resides, and this circumstance introduces some beautiful retrospective +feelings:-- + + But awhile, + Here let me stand, and gaze upon the scene, + Array'd in living light around, and mark + The morning sunshine,--on that very shore + Where once a child I wander'd,--Oh! return + (I sigh,) "return a moment, days of youth, + Of childhood,--oh, return!" How vain the thought, + Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse, + Unblam'd, may dally with imaginings; + For this wide view is like the scene of life, + Once travers'd o'er with carelessness and glee, + And we look back upon the vale of years, + And hear remembered voices, and behold, + In blended colours, images and shades + Long pass'd, now rising, as at Memory's call, + Again in softer light. + +The poem then proceeds with a description of an antediluvian cave at +Banwell, and a brief sketch of events since the deposit; but, as Mr. +Bowles observes, poetry and geological inquiry do not very amicably +travel together; we must, therefore, soon get out of the cave:-- + + But issuing from the Cave--look round--behold + How proudly the majestic Severn rides + On the sea,--how gloriously in light + It rides! Along this solitary ridge, + Where smiles, but rare, the blue Campanula, + Among the thistles, and grey stones, that peep + Through the thin herbage--to the highest point + Of elevation, o'er the vale below, + Slow let us climb. First, look upon that flow'r + The lowly heath-bell, smiling at our feet. + How beautiful it smiles alone! The Pow'r, + that bade the great sea roar--that spread the Heav'ns-- + That call'd the sun from darkness--deck'd that flow'r, + And bade it grace this bleak and barren hill. + Imagination, in her playful mood, + Might liken it to a poor village maid, + Lowly, but smiling in her lowliness, + And dress'd so neatly, as if ev'ry day + Were Sunday. And some melancholy Bard + Might, idly musing, thus discourse to it:-- + "Daughter of Summer, who dost linger here. + Decking the thistly turf, and arid hill, + Unseen--let the majestic Dahlia + Glitter, an Empress, in her blazonry + Of beauty; let the stately Lily shine, + As snow-white as the breast of the proud Swan, + Sailing upon the blue lake silently, + That lifts her tall neck higher, as she views + The shadow in the stream! Such ladies bright + May reign unrivall'd, in their proud parterres! + Thou would'st not live with them; but if a voice, + Fancy, in shaping mood, might give to thee, + To the forsaken Primrose, thou would'st say, + 'Come, live with me, and we two will rejoice:-- + Nor want I company; for when the sea + Shines in the silent moonlight, elves and fays, + Gentle and delicate as Ariel, + That do their spiritings on these wild bolts-- + Circle me in their dance, and sing such songs + As human ear ne'er heard!'"--But cease the strain, + Lest Wisdom, and severer Truth, should chide. + +Next is a sketch of Steep Holms, introducing the following exquisite +episode: + + Dreary; but on its steep + There is one native flower--the Piony. + She sits companionless, but yet not sad: + She has no sister of the summer-field, + That may rejoice with her when spring returns. + None, that in sympathy, may bend its head, + When the bleak winds blow hollow o'er the rock, + In autumn's gloom!--So Virtue, a fair flow'r, + Blooms on the rock of care, and though unseen, + It smiles in cold seclusion, and remote + From the world's flaunting fellowship, it wears + Like hermit Piety, that smile of peace, + In sickness, or in health, in joy or tears, + In summer-days, or cold adversity; + And still it feels Heav'n's breath, reviving, steal + On its lone breast--feels the warm blessedness + Of Heaven's own light about it, though its leaves + Are wet with ev'ning tears! + So smiles this flow'r: + And if, perchance, my lay has dwelt too long. + Upon one flower which blooms in privacy, + I may a pardon find from human hearts, + For such was my poor Mother![4] + + [4] Daughter of Dr. Grey, author of Memoria Technica, &c. rector of + Hinton, Northamptonshire, and prebendary of St. Paul's. + +We pass over some marine sketches, which are worthy of the _Vernet_ of +poets, a touching description of the sinking of a packet-boat, and the +first sound and sight of the sea--the author's childhood at Uphill +Parsonage--his reminiscences of the clock of Wells Cathedral--and some +real villatic sketches--a portrait of a _Workhouse Girl_--some caustic +remarks on prosing and prig parsons, commentators, and puritanical +excrescences of sects--to some unaffected lines on the village school +children of Castle-Combe, and their annual festival. This is so charming +a picture of rural joy, that we must copy it:-- + + If we would see the fruits of charity. + Look at that village group, and paint the scene. + Surrounded by a clear and silent stream, + Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray, + A rural mansion, on the level lawn, + Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade + Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch, + Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees + In front, the village-church, with pinnacles, + And light grey tow'r, appears, while to the right + An amphitheatre of oaks extends + Its sweep, till, more abrupt, a wooded knoll, + Where once a castle frown'd, closes the scene. + And see, an infant troop, with flags and drum, + Are marching o'er that bridge, beneath the woods, + On--to the table spread upon the lawn, + Raising their little hands when grace is said; + Whilst she, who taught them to lift up their hearts + In prayer, and to "remember, in their youth," + God, "their Creator,"--mistress of the scene, + (Whom I remember once, as young,) looks on, + Blessing them in the silence of her heart. + + And, children, now rejoice,-- + Now--for the holidays of life are few; + Nor let the rustic minstrel tune, in vain, + The crack'd church-viol, resonant to-day, + Of mirth, though humble! Let the fiddle scrape + Its merriment, and let the joyous group + Dance, in a round, for soon the ills of life + Will come! Enough, if one day in the year, + If one brief day, of this brief life, be given + To mirth as innocent as yours! + +Then we have an "aged widow" reading "GOD'S own Word" at her +cottage-door, with her daughter kneeling beside her--a sketch from those +halcyon days, when, in the beautiful allegory of Scripture, "every man +sat under his own fig-tree." This is followed by the "Elysian Tempe of +Stourhead," the seat of Sir Richard Colt Hoare, to whose talents and +benevolence Mr. Bowles pays a merited tribute. Longleat, the residence +of the Bishop of Bath and Wells, succeeds; and Marston, the abode of the +Rev. Mr. Skurray, a friend of the author from his "youthful days," +introduces the following beautiful descriptive snatch:-- + + And witness thou, + Marston, the seat of my kind, honour'd friend-- + My kind and honour'd friend, from youthful days. + Then wand'ring on the banks of Rhine, we saw + Cities and spires, beneath the mountains blue, + Gleaming; or vineyards creep from rock to rock; + Or unknown castles hang, as if in clouds; + Or heard the roaring of the cataract. + Far off,[5] beneath the dark defile or gloom + Of ancient forests--till behold, in light, + Foaming and flashing, with enormous sweep, + Through the rent rocks--where, o'er the mist of spray, + The rainbow, like a fairy in her bow'r, + Is sleeping while it roars--that volume vast, + White, and with thunder's deaf'ning roar, comes down. + + [5] At Shaffhausen. + +Part III. opens with the following metaphorical gem:-- + + The show'r is past--the heath-bell, at our feet, + Looks up, as with a smile, though the cold dew + Hangs yet within its cup, like Pity's tear + Upon the eye-lids of a village-child! + +This is succeeded by a poetic panorama of views from the Severn to +Bristol, introducing a solitary ship at sea--and the "solitary sand:"-- + + No sound was heard, + Save of the sea-gull warping on the wind, + Or of the surge that broke along the shore, + Sad as the seas. + +A picture of Bristol is succeeded by some scenes of great picturesque +beauty--as Wrington, the birth-place of the immortal Locke; Blagdon, the +rural rectory of + + Langhorne, a pastor and a poet too; + +and Barley-Wood, the seat of Mrs. Hannah More. Mr. Bowles also tells us +that the music of "Auld Robin Gray" was composed by Mr. Leaver, rector +of Wrington; and then adds a complimentary ballad to Miss Stephens on +the above air-- + + Sung by a maiden of the South, whose look-- + (Although her song be sweet)--whose look, whose life, + Is sweeter than her song. + +The last Part (IV.) contains some exquisite Sonnets, and the poem +concludes with a "Vision of the Deluge," and the ascent of the Dove of +the ark--in which are many sublime touches of the mastery of poetry. +There are nearly forty pages of Notes, for whose "lightness" and +garrulity Mr. Bowles apologizes. + +Altogether, we have been much gratified with the present work. It +contains poetry after our own heart--the poetry of nature and of +truth--abounding with tasteful and fervid imagery, but never drawing too +freely on the stores of fancy for embellishment. We could detach many +passages that have charmed and fascinated us in out reading; but one +must suffice for an epigrammatic exit:-- + + _--Hope's still light beyond the storms of Time._ + + + * * * * * + +SCENERY OF THE OHIO. + + +The heart must indeed be cold that would not glow among scenes like +these. Rightly did the French call this stream _La Belle Rivière_, (the +beautiful river.) The sprightly Canadian, plying his oar in cadence with +the wild notes of the boat-song, could not fail to find his heart +enlivened by the beautiful symmetry of the Ohio. Its current is always +graceful, and its shores every where romantic. Every thing here is on a +large scale. The eye of the traveller is continually regaled with +magnificent scenes. Here are no pigmy mounds dignified with the name of +mountains, no rivulets swelled into rivers. Nature has worked with a +rapid but masterly hand; every touch is bold, and the whole is grand as +well as beautiful; while room is left for art to embellish and fertilize +that which nature has created with a thousand capabilities. There is +much sameness in the character of the scenery; but that sameness is in +itself delightful, as it consists in the recurrence of noble traits, +which are too pleasing ever to be viewed with indifference; like the +regular features which we sometimes find in the face of a lovely woman, +their charm consists in their own intrinsic gracefulness, rather than in +the variety of their expressions. The Ohio has not the sprightly, +fanciful wildness of the Niagara, the St. Lawrence, or the Susquehanna, +whose impetuous torrents, rushing over beds of rocks, or dashing against +the jutting cliffs, arrest the ear by their murmurs, and delight the eye +with their eccentric wanderings. Neither is it like the Hudson, margined +at one spot by the meadow and the village, and overhung at another by +threatening precipices and stupendous mountains. It has a wild, solemn, +silent sweetness, peculiar to itself. The noble stream, clear, smooth, +and unruffled, swept onward with regular majestic force. Continually +changing its course, as it rolls from vale to vale, it always winds with +dignity, and avoiding those acute angles, which are observable in less +powerful streams, sweeps round in graceful bends, as if disdaining the +opposition to which nature forces it to submit. On each side rise the +romantic hills, piled on each other to a tremendous height; and between +them are deep, abrupt, silent glens, which at a distance seem +inaccessible to the human foot; while the whole is covered with timber +of a gigantic size, and a luxuriant foliage of the deepest hues. +Throughout this scene there is a pleasing solitariness, that speaks +peace to the mind, and invites the fancy to soar abroad, among the +tranquil haunts of meditation. Sometimes the splashing of the oar is +heard, and the boatman's song awakens the surrounding echoes; but the +most usual music is that of the native songsters, whose melody steals +pleasingly on the ear, with every modulation, at all hours, and in every +change of situation.--_Hon. Judge Hall's Letters from the West_. + + + * * * * * + +SNOW-WOMAN'S STORY. + +By Miss Edgeworth. + + +"Yes, madam, I bees an Englishwoman, though so low now and untidy +like--it's a shame to think of it--a Manchester woman, ma'am--and my +people was once in a bettermost sort of way--but sore pinched latterly." +She sighed, and paused. + +"I married an Irishman, madam," continued she, and sighed again. + +"I hope he gave you no reason to sigh," said Gerald's father. + +"Ah, no, sir, never!" answered the Englishwoman, with a faint sweet +smile. "Brian Dermody is a good man, and was always a koind husband to +me, as far and as long as ever he could, I will say that--but my friends +misliked him--no help for it. He is a soldier, sir,--of the +forty-fifth. So I followed my husband's fortins, as nat'ral, through the +world, till he was ordered to Ireland. Then he brought the children +over, and settled us down there at Bogafin in a little shop with his +mother--a widow. She was very koind too. But no need to tire you with +telling all. She married again, ma'am, a man young enough to be her +son--a nice man he was to look at too--a gentleman's servant he had +been. Then they set up in a public-house. Then the whiskey, ma'am, that +they bees all so fond of--he took to drinking it in the morning even, +ma'am--and that was bad, to my thinking." + +"Ay, indeed!" said Molly, with a groan of sympathy; "oh the whiskey! if +men could keep from it!" + +"And if women could!" said Mr. Crofton in a low voice. + +The Englishwoman looked up at him, and then looked down, refraining from +assent to his smile. + +"My mother-in-law," continued she, "was very koind to me all along, as +far as she could. But one thing she could not do; that was, to pay me +back the money of husband's and mine that I lent her. I thought this odd +of her--and hard. But then I did not know the ways of the country in +regard to never paying debts." + +"Sure it's not the ways of all Ireland, my dear," said Molly; "and it's +only them that has not that can't pay--how can they?" + +"I don't know--it's not for me to say," said the Englishwoman, +reservedly; "I am a stranger. But I thought if they could not pay me, +they need not have kept a jaunting-car." + +"Is it a jaunting-car?" cried Molly. She pushed from her the chair on +which she was leaning--"Jaunting-car bodies! and not to pay you!--I give +them up intirely. Ill-used you were, my poor Mrs. Dermody--and a shame! +and you a stranger! But them were Connaught people. I ask your +pardon--finish your story." + +"It is finished, ma'am. They were ruined, and all sold; and I could not +stay with my children to be a burthen. I wrote to husband, and he wrote +me word to make my way to Dublin, if I could, to a cousin of his in +Pill-lane--here's the direction--and that if he can get leave from his +colonel, who is a good gentleman, he will be over to settle me +somewhere, to get my bread honest in a little shop, or some way. I am +used to work and hardship; so I don't mind. Brian was very koind in +his letter, and sent me all he had--a pound, ma'am--and I set out on my +journey on foot, with the three children. The people on the road were +very koind and hospitable indeed; I have nothing to say against the +Irish for that; they are more hospitabler a deal than in England, though +not always so honest. Stranger as I was, I got on very well till I came +to the little village here hard by, where my poor boy that is gone first +fell sick of the measles. His sickness, and the 'pot'ecary' stuff and +all, and the lodging and living ran me very low. But I paid all, every +farthing; and let none know how poor I was, for I was ashamed, you know, +ma'am, or I am sure they would have helped me, for they are a koind +people, I will say that for them, and ought so to do, I am sure. Well, I +pawned some of my things, my cloak even, and my silk bonnet, to pay +honest; and as I could not do no otherwise, I left them in pawn, and, +with the little money I raised, I set out forwards on my road to Dublin +again, so soon as I thought my boy was able to travel. I reckoned too +much upon his strength. We had got but a few miles from the village when +he dropped, and could not get on; and I was unwilling and ashamed to +turn back, having so little to pay for lodgings. I saw a kind of hut, or +shed, by the side of a hill. There was nobody in it. It was empty of +every thing but some straw, and a few turf, the remains of a fire. I +thought there would be no harm in taking shelter in it for my children +and myself for the night. The people never came back to whom it +belonged, and the next day my poor boy was worse; he had a fever this +time. Then the snow came on. We had some little store of provisions that +had been made up for us for the journey to Dublin, else we must have +perished when we were snowed up. I am sure the people in the village +never know'd that we were in that hut, or they would have come to help +us, for they bees very koind people. There must have been a day and a +night that passed, I think, of which I know nothing. It was all a dream. +When I got up from my illness, I found my boy dead--and the others with +famished looks. Then I had to see them faint with hunger." + +The poor woman had told her story without any attempt to make it +pathetic, and thus far without apparent emotion or change of voice; but +when she came to this part, and spoke of her children, her voice changed +and failed--she could only add, looking at Gerald, "You know the rest, +master; Heaven bless you!" + +_The Christmas Box_ + + + + * * * * * + +THE COSMOPOLITE. + + * * * * * + +ENGLISH GARDENS. + + +We are veritable sticklers for old customs; and accordingly at this +season of the year, have our room decorated with holly and other +characteristic evergreens. For the last hour we have been seated before +a fine bundle of these festive trophies; and, strange as it may seem, +this circumstance gave rise to the following paper. The holly reminded +us of the Czar Peter spoiling the garden-hedge at Sayes Court; this led +us to John Evelyn, the father of English gardening: and the laurels +drove us into shrubbery nooks, and all the retrospections of our early +days, and above all to our early love of gardens. Our enthusiasm was +then unaffected and uninfluenced by great examples; we had neither heard +nor read of Lord Bacon nor Sir William Temple, nor any other illustrious +writer on gardening; but this love was the pure offspring of our own +mind and heart. Planting and transplanting were our delight; the seed +which our tiny hands let fall into the bosom of the earth, we almost +watched peeping through little clods, after the kind and quickening +showers of spring; and we regarded the germinating of an upturned bean +with all the surprise and curiosity of our nature. As we grew in mind +and stature, we learned the loftier lessons of philosophy, and threw +aside the "Pocket Gardener," for the sublime chapters of Bacon and +Temple; and as the stream of life carried us into its vortex, we learned +to contemplate their pages as the living parterres of a garden, and +their bright imageries as fascinating flowers. As we journeyed onward +through the busy herds of crowded cities, we learned the holier +influences of gardens in reflecting that a garden has been the scene of +man's birth--his fall--and proffered redemption. + +It would be difficult to find a subject which has been more fervently +treated by poets and philosophers, than the _love of gardens_. In old +Rome, poets sung of their gardens. Ovid is so fond of flowers, that in +his account of the Rape of Proserpine, in his Fasti, he devotes several +lines to the enumeration of flowers gathered by her attendants. But the +passion for gardening, which evidently came from the East, never +prevailed much in Europe till the times of the religious orders, who +greatly improved it. + +Our anecdotical recollections of the taste for gardens must be but few, +or they will carry us beyond our limits. Lord Bacon appears to have done +more towards their encouragement than any other writer, and his essay +on gardens is too well known to admit of quotation. Sir William Temple +has, however, many eloquent passages in his writings, in one of which he +calls _gardening_ the "inclination of kings, the choice of philosophers, +and the common favourite of public and private men; a pleasure of the +greatest, and the care of the meanest; and, indeed, an employment and a +possession, for which no man is too high or too low." Perhaps John +Evelyn did more than either of these philosophers. Temple's garden at +Moor Park was one of the most beautiful of its kind; but at the time +when Evelyn introduced ornamental gardening into England, there were no +examples for imitation. All was devised by his own active mind; and in +the political storms of his time, his garden and plantations became +subjects of popular conversation; while the intervals of his secession +from public life were filled up in writing several practical treatises +on his favourite science. At Wotton, in Surrey, may be seen the large, +enclosed flower-garden, which was to have formed one of the principal +objects in his "Elysium Britannicum;" and this idea has been partly +realized by one of his successors. + +Andrew Marvell has, however, anathematized gardens with much severity, +in some lines entitled "The Mower against Gardens;" and commencing +thus:-- + + Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, + Did after him the world seduce, + And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, + Where nature was most plain and pure. + He first enclos'd within the garden's square + A dead and standing pool of air; + And a more luscious earth from them did knead, + Which stupify'd them while it fed, &c., + +On the other side, old Gerarde asks his courteous and well-willing +readers--"Whither do all men walk for their honest recreation, but where +the earth has most beneficially painted her face with flourishing +colours? and what season of the year more longed for than the spring, +whose gentle breath entices forth the kindly sweets, and makes them +yield their fragrant smells." Lord Bacon, too, thus fondly dwells on +part of its allurements:--"That flower, which above all others yields +the sweetest smell in the air, is the violet. Next to that is the +musk-rose, then the strawberry leaves, dying with a most excellent +cordial smell. Then sweet briars, then wall flowers, which are very +delightful to be set under a parlour, or lower chamber window. But those +which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but +being trodden upon and crushed, are three, that is burner, wild thyme, +and water mints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to +have the pleasure where you walk or tread." Sir William Temple says +Epicurus studied, exercised, and taught his philosophy in his garden. +Milton, we know, passed many hours together in his garden at Chalfont; +Cowley poured forth the greatness of his soul in his rural retreat +at Chertsey; and Lord Shaftesbury wrote his "Characteristics," at +a delightful spot near Reigate. Pope, in one of his letters, says, +"I am in my garden, amused and easy; this is a scene where one finds no +disappointment;"--and within the same neighbourhood, Thomson + + "Sung the Seasons and their change." + +England can likewise boast of very great names who have been attached to +this art, though they have not written on the subject. Lord Burleigh, +Sir Walter Raleigh, Lord Capell, William III--for Switzer tells us, that +"in the least interval of ease, gardening took up a great part of his +time, in which he was not only a delighter, but likewise a great +judge,"--the Earl of Essex, whom Lord William Russell said "was the +worthiest, the justest, the sincerest, and the most concerned for the +public, of any man he ever knew;" Lord William Russell too, who, as +Switzer tells us, "made Stratton, about seven miles from Winchester, his +seat, and his gardens there were some of the best that were made in +those early days, such indeed as have mocked some that have been done +since, and the gardens at Southampton House, in Bloomsbury Square, were +also of his making." Henry, Earl of Danby, the Earl of Gainsborough, +"the _Maecenas_ of his age," the Earl of Halifax, the friend of Addison, +Swift, Pope, and Steele; Lord Weymouth, of Longleate; Dr. Sherard, of +Eltham; the Earl of Scarborough, an accomplished nobleman, immortalized +by Pope, and by the fine pen of Chesterfield; and the Duke of Argyle, +with numerous other men of rank and science, have highly assisted in +elevating gardening to the station it has long since held.[6] + + [6] "Portraits of English Authors on Gardening." + +Beauty and health are the attributes of gardening. In illustration of +the former, we remember a passage from Gervase Markham, thus: "As in the +composition of a delicate woman the grace of her cheeke is the mixture +of red and white, the wonder of her eye blacke and white, and the beauty +of her hand blew and white, any of which is not said to be beautifull if +it consist of single or simple colours; and so in walkes or alleyes, +the all greene, nor the all yellow, cannot be said to be most +beautifull; but the greene and yellow, (that is to say the untroade +grasse, and the well-knit gravelle) being equally mixt, give the eye +both lustre and delight beyond comparison." Abercrombie lived to the age +of _eighty_, when he died by a fall down stairs in the dark. He was +present at the battle of Preston Pans, which was fought close to his +father's garden walls. For the last twenty years he lived chiefly on +tea, using it three times a-day; his pipe was his first companion in the +morning, and last at night. He never remembered to have taken a dose of +physic in his life; prior to his last fatal accident, nor of having a +day's illness but once. + +The association of gardening with pastoral poetry, was exemplified in +Shenstone's design of the Leasowes--as Mr. Whately observes--a perfect +picture of his mind, simple, elegant, and amiable, and which will always +suggest a doubt whether the spot inspired his verses, or whether in the +scenes which he formed, he only realized the pastoral images which +abound in his songs. That elegant trifler, Horace Walpole, was +enthusiastically fond of gardening. One day telling his nurseryman that +he would have his trees planted irregularly, he replied, "Yes, sir, I +understand; you would have them hung down--somewhat _poetical_." + +PHILO. + + + + * * * * * + +NOTES OF A READER. + + * * * * * + +PORTRAIT OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. + + +Appended to a fine portrait of Sir Walter Scott, in the _Literary +Souvenir_ for 1829, is the following--by _Barry Cornwall_:-- + +We can scarcely imagine a thing much more pleasant indeed, to an artist, +than to be brought face to face with some famous person, and permitted +to examine and scrutinize his features, with that careful and intense +curiosity, that seems necessary to the perfecting a likeness. It must +have been to Raffaelle, at once a relaxation from his ordinary study, +and a circumstance interesting in itself, thus to look into faces so +full of meaning as those of Julius and Leo--and to say, "That look--that +glance, which seems so transient, will I fix for ever. Thus shall he be +seen, with that exact expression (although it lasted but for an instant) +five hundred years after he shall be dust and ashes!" + +This was probably the feeling of Raffaelle; and it must have been with a +somewhat similar pride that our excellent artist, Mr. Leslie, +accomplished his portrait of Sir Walter Scott, which the reader will +have already admired in this volume. It is surely a perfect work. No +one, who has once seen the great author, can forget that strange and +peculiar look (so full of meaning, and shrewd and cautious +observation--so entirely characteristic, in short, of the mind within) +which Mr. Leslie has succeeded in catching. One may gaze on it for ever, +and contemplate an exhaustless subject--all that the capacious +imagination has produced and is producing,--the populous, endless world +of fancy. + +Let the reader look, and be assured that _there_ is the strange spirit +that has discovered and wrought all the fine shapes that he has been +accustomed to look upon with wonder--Claverhouse, and Burley, and +Bothwell,--Meg Merrilies and Elspeth--the high and the low--the fierce +and the fair--Cavaliers and Covenanters, and the rest--presenting an +assemblage of character that is absolutely unequalled, except in the +pages of Shakspeare alone. There is no other writer, be he Greek, or +Goth, or Roman, who has ever astonished the world by creations so +infinitely diversified. The mind of the author appears so free from +egotism, so large and serene, so clear of all images of self, that it +receives, as in a lucid mirror, all the varieties of nature. + + + * * * * * + +ON A GIRL SLEEPING. + + + Thou liv'st! yet how profoundly deep + The silence of thy tranquil sleep! + Like death it almost seems: + So all unbroke the sighs which flow + From thy calm breast of spotless snow, + Like music heard in dreams. + + Thy soul is filled with gentle thought, + Unto its shrine by angels brought + From Heaven's supreme abode; + Thy dreams are not of earthly things, + But, borne upon Religion's wings, + They lift thee up to God. + +_Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + + +A species of _fames canina_ is to be met with amongst schoolboys, which +affects the _juveniles_ most when most in health. We remember a +gentleman offering a wager, that a boy taken promiscuously from any of +the public charity-schools, should, five minutes after his dinner, eat a +pound of beef-steaks.--_Brande's Jour._ + + + * * * * * + +THE GIPSY'S MALISON. + + + Suck, baby, suck, mother's love grows by giving, + Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting; + Black manhood comes, when riotous guilty living + Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting. + Kiss, baby, kiss, mother's lips shine by kisses, + Choke the warm breath that else would fail in blessings; + Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses + Tender thee the kiss that poisons 'mid caressings. + Hang, baby, hang, mother's love loves such forces, + Strain the fond neck that bends still to thy clinging: + Black manhood comes, when violent lawless courses + Leave thee a spectacle in rude air swinging.-- + + So sang a wither'd Sibyl energetical, + And bann'd the ungiving door with lips prophetical. + +C. LAMB. _Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + +EPICURES. + + +As a mere untravelled practical Englishman, and, moreover, of the old +school, Quin, no doubt, ranks high in the lists of gastronomy: but he is +completely distanced by many moderns, both in love for and knowledge of +the science. Among the most noted of the moderns we beg to introduce our +readers to Mr. Rogerson, an enthusiast and a martyr. He, as may be +presumed, was educated at that University where the rudiments of palatic +science are the most thoroughly impressed on the ductile organs of +youth. His father, a gentleman of Gloucestershire, sent him abroad to +make the grand tour, upon which journey, says our informant, young +Rogerson attended to nothing but the various modes of cookery, and +methods of eating and drinking luxuriously. Before his return his father +died, and he entered into the possession of a very large monied fortune, +and a small landed estate. He was now able to look over his notes of +epicurism, and to discover where the most exquisite dishes were to be +had, and the best cooks procured. He had no other servants in his house +than men cooks; his butler, footman, housekeeper, coachman, and grooms, +were all cooks. He had three Italian cooks, one from Florence, another +from Sienna, and a third from Viterbo, for dressing one dish, the _docce +piccante_ of Florence. He had a messenger constantly on the road between +Brittany and London, to bring him the eggs of a certain sort of plover, +found near St. Maloes. He has eaten a single dinner at the expense of +fifty-eight pounds, though himself only sat down to it, and there were +but two dishes. He counted the minutes between meals, and seemed totally +absorbed in the idea, or in the action of eating, yet his stomach was +very small; it was the exquisite flavour alone, that he sought. In nine +years he found his table dreadfully abridged by the ruin of his fortune; +and himself hastening to poverty. This made him melancholy, and brought +on disease. When totally ruined, having spent near 150,000 l., a +friend gave him a guinea to keep him from starving; and he was found in +a garret soon after roasting an ortolan with his own hands. We regret to +add, that a few days afterwards, this extraordinary youth shot himself. +We hope that his notes are not lost to the dining world. + + + * * * * * + +COLLEGE DREAMS. + + +How often in senior common-rooms may be marked the gradual dropping +asleep of the learned and venerable members! First, after a few rounds +of the bottle, the tongues, which are tired of eulogizing or +vituperating the various dishes which had smoked upon the board, +gradually begin to be still,--soon conversation comes absolutely to a +stand,--the candles grow alarmingly long in the wick,--comparative +darkness involves the sage assembly,--and first one, then another, drops +off into a placid and harmonious repose. Then what dreams float before +the eyes of their imagination! Blue silk pelisses jostling shovel hats, +church spires dancing in most admired disorder, fat incumbents falling +down in a fit, neat clerical-looking gigs standing at vicarage doors, +and these all incongruously commingled with white veils, lawn sleeves, +roast beef, pulpit cushions, bright eyes, and small black sarsnet shoes. +Suddenly the chapel bell dissolves the fleeting fabric of the vision; +and, behold! the white veil is a poet's imagination, the church spire is +still at a miserable distance, the vicarage is a Utopian nonentity, and +the fat incumbent, in a state of the ruddiest health, is the only +reality of the dream. + +_--Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + +WOMAN + + +Nothing sets so wide a mark "between the vulgar and the noble seed" as +the respect and reverential love of womanhood. A man who is always +sneering at woman is generally a coarse profligate, or a coarse bigot, +no matter which. + + * * * * * + +ANGLING. + +We have often thought that angling alone offers to man the degree of +half-business, half-idleness, which the fair sex find in their +needle-work or knitting, which, employing the hands, leaves the mind at +liberty, and occupying the attention so far as is necessary to remove +the painful sense of a vacuity, yet yields room for contemplation, +whether upon things heavenly or earthly, cheerful or melancholy. + --_Quarterly Rev._ + + + + + * * * * * + +THE GATHERER. + + "A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles." + SHAKSPEARE. + + * * * * * + + +LAUGHTER. + + +"Laugh and grow fat," is an old adage; and Sterne tells us, that every +time a man laughs, he adds something to his life. An eccentric +philosopher, of the last century, used to say, that he liked not only to +laugh himself, but to see laughter, and hear laughter. "Laughter, Sir, +laughter is good for health; it is a provocative to the appetite, and a +friend to digestion. Dr. Sydenham, Sir, said the arrival of a +merry-andrew in a town was more beneficial to the health of the +inhabitants than twenty asses loaded with medicine." Mr. Pott used to +say that he never saw the "Tailor riding to Brentford," without feeling +better for a week afterwards. + + + * * * * * + +LEGAL PEARL-DIVERS. + + +Every barrister can "shake his head," and too often, like Sheridan's +Lord Burleigh, it is the only proof he vouchsafes of his wisdom. Curran +used to call these fellows "legal pearl-divers."--"You may observe +them," he would say, "their heads barely under water--their eyes shut, +and an index floating behind them, displaying the precise degree of +their purity and their depth." + + + * * * * * + +GRAMMATICAL LEARNING. + + +An author left a comedy with Foote for perusal; and on the next visit +asked for his judgment on it, with rather an ignorant degree of +assurance. "If you looked a little more to the grammar of it, I think," +said Foote, "it would be better."--"To the grammar of it, Sir! What! +would you send me to school again?"--"And pray, Sir," replied Foote, +very gravely, "would that do you any harm?" + + + * * * * * + +SWEARING BY PROXY. + + +Cardinal Dubois used frequently, in searching after any thing he wanted, +to swear excessively. One of his clerks told him, "Your eminence had +better hire a man to swear for you, and then you will gain so much +time." + + + * * * * * + +THE MUNIFICENT SAINT. + + +A devout lady offered up a prayer to St. Ignatius for the conversion of +her husband; a few days after, the man died; "What a good saint is our +Ignatius!" exclaimed the consolable widow, "he bestows on us more +benefits than we ask for!" + + * * * * * + +PRODIGALITY. + + +A petty journalist was boasting in company, that he was a dispenser of +fame to those on whom he wrote. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a> + +Title: The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 13, Issue 350, January 3, 1829 + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 26, 2004 [eBook #10838] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: iso-8859-1 + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION, VOL. 13, ISSUE 350, JANUARY 3, 1829*** + + +</pre> +<center><h3>E-text prepared by Jonathan Ingram<br /> + and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders</h3></center> +<br /> +<br /> + <hr class="full" /> + <span class="pagenum"><a id="page1" name="page1"></a>[pg 1]</span> + + <h1>THE MIRROR<br /> + OF<br /> + LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.</h1> + <hr class="full" /> + + <table width="100%" summary="Volume, Number, and Date"> + <tr> + <td align="left"><b>Vol. 13. No. 350.</b></td> + <td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, JANUARY 3, 1829.</b></td> + <td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + + + + + +<h2>BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM.</h2> + +<div class="figure" style="width:100%;"><a href="images/350-001.png"><img width = "100%" src="images/350-001.png" alt="BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM." /></a></div> + +<p>The engraving represents this interesting +structure, as it appeared in the year 1686; +being copied from a print, after a picture +by Wolridge.</p> + +<p>The original castle was very ancient, as +appears by the foundations, and an old +brick tower over a deep well, the upper +part of which has been used as a dairy. +The castle is said to have been built by +Earl Waltheof, who, in 1069 married +Judith, niece to William the Conqueror, +who gave him the earldom of Northampton +and Huntingdon for her portion. +Matilda or Maud, their only child, after +the death of Simon St. Liz, her first husband, +married David, first of the name, +king of Scotland; and Maud, being +heiress of Huntingdon, had in her own +right, as an appendix to that honour, the +manor of Tottenham in Middlesex.</p> + +<p>Robert Bruce, grandson of David, +Earl of Huntingdon, and grandfather to +Robert I. of Scotland, memorable as the +restorer of the independence of his country, +became one of the competitors for +the crown of Scotland in 1290, but being +superseded by John Baliol, Bruce retired +to England, and settled at his grandfather's +estate at Tottenham, repaired the +castle, and acquiring another manor, called +it and the castle after his own name. +Shakspeare says,</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns,</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>and the fortunes of the two Bruces are +"confirmation strong as holy writ."</p> + +<p>The estate being forfeited to the crown, +it had different proprietors, till 1631, +when it was in the possession of Hugh +Hare, Lord Coleraine. Henry Hare, the +last Lord Coleraine of that family, having +been deserted by his wife, who obstinately +refused, for twenty years, to +return to him, formed a connexion with +Miss Roze Duplessis, a French lady, by +whom he had a daughter, born in Italy, +whom he named Henrietta Roza Peregrina, +and to whom he left all his estates. +This lady married the late Mr. Alderman +Townsend; but, being an alien, she +could not take the estates; and the will +being legally made, barred the heirs at +law; so that the estate escheated to the +crown. However, a grant of these estates, +confirmed by act of parliament, +was made to Mr. Townsend and his +lady, whose son, Henry Hare Townsend, +Esq. in 1792, voluntarily sold the property +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page2" id="page2"></a>[pg 2]</span> +for the payment of the family debts; +and "although the castle may soon be +levelled with the ground, yet the destruction +of this ancient fabric will acquire +him more honour, than if the prudence +of his ancestors had enabled him to restore +the three towers, of which now only +one remains."<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a></p> + + + +<p>The present mansion is partly ancient, +and partly modern, and was very lately the +property of Sir William Curtis, Bart. +Up to the period at which the castle is represented +in the engraving, the building +must have undergone many alterations, +as the tower on the left, and the two +octagonal and centre towers, will prove. +The grounds there appear laid out in the +trim fashion of the seventeenth century, +and ornamented with fountains, vases, +&c.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>NEW YEAR'S CUSTOM.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>BROMLEY PAGETS, Staffordshire, is +129 miles from London, and is a pretty +town on the skirts of Derbyshire. This +place is remarkable, or was lately, for a +sport on New Year's Day and Twelfth +Day, called <i>The Hobby-Horse Dance</i>, +from a person who rode upon the image +of a horse, with a bow and arrow in his +hands, with which he made a snapping +noise, and kept time to the music, while +six men danced the hay and other country +dances, with as many deer's heads +on their shoulders. To this hobby-horse +belonged a pot, which the reeves of the +town kept filled with cakes and ale, towards +which the spectators contributed a +penny, and with the remainder they maintained +their poor and repaired the church.</p> + +<p>HALBERT H.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE BARON'S TRUMPET.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">Thou blowest for Hector.</p> +<p class="i14"> TROILUS and CRESSIDA.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Sound, sound the charge, when the wassel bowl</p> +<p class="i2">Is lifted with songs, let the trumpets shrill blast</p> +<p>Awaken like fire in the warrior's soul,</p> +<p class="i2">The bright recollections of chivalry past;</p> +<p>Let the lute or the lyre the soft stripling rejoice,</p> +<p>No music on earth is so sweet as thy voice.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sound, sound the charge when the foe is before us,</p> +<p class="i2">When the visors are closed and the lances are down,</p> +<p>If we fall, let the banner of victory o'er us</p> +<p class="i2">Dance time to thy clarion that sings our renown:</p> +<p>To the souls of the valiant no requiem is given,</p> +<p>So fit as thine echoes, to soothe them in heaven.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>LEON.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE NEW YEAR</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Twenty-nine, Father Janus! and can it be true,</p> +<p>That your <i>double-fac'd</i> sconce is again in our view?</p> +<p>Take a chair, my old boy—while our glasses we fill,</p> +<p>And tell us, "what news"—for you can if you will.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Shall we have any war? or will there be peace?</p> +<p>Will swindlers, as usual, the credulous fleece?</p> +<p>Will the season produce us a <i>deluge</i> of rain?</p> +<p>Did the comet bring coughs and catarrhs in his train?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Will gas, so delicious, <i>perfume</i> our abodes?</p> +<p>Will McAdam continue "Colossus of <i>roads?</i>"</p> +<p>Will Venus's boy be abroad with his bow,</p> +<p>And make the dear girls over bachelors crow?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Will <i>quid-nuncs</i> from scandalous whispers refrain?</p> +<p>Will poets the pent of Parnassus attain?</p> +<p>Will travellers' tomes touch the truth to a T?</p> +<p>Will critics from caustic coercion be free?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Shall we check crafty care in his cunning career?</p> +<p>In short—shall we welcome a happy new year?</p> +<p>What, <i>mum</i>, Father Janus?—egad I suppose,</p> +<p>Not one of our queries you mean to disclose.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Let us, therefore, the blessings which Providence sends,</p> +<p>To our country, to us, our relations and friends,</p> +<p>With gratitude own—and employ the supplies,</p> +<p>As prudence suggests, "to be merry and wise."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Nor ever, too curious the future to pry,</p> +<p>Presume on our own feeble strength to rely;</p> +<p>But, taught by the <i>past;</i> for the <i>future</i>, depend</p> +<p>Where the wise and the good all their wishes extend.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>JACOBUS.</p> +<br /> + +<hr /> + +<h3>FALLING STONES.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>Of these bodies, the most general opinion +now is, that they are really of <i>celestial</i> +origin. But a few years ago, nothing +could have appeared more absurd than +the idea that we should ever be able to +examine the most minute fragment of the +siderial system; and it must, no doubt, +be reckoned among the wonders of the +age in which we live, that considerable +portions of these heavenly bodies are now +known to have descended to the earth. +An event so wonderful and unexpected +was at first received with incredulity and +ridicule; but we may now venture to +consider the fact as well established as +any other hypothesis of natural philosophy, +which does not actually admit of +mathematical demonstration. The attention +of our philosophers was first called +to this subject by the falling of one of +these masses of matter near Flamborough +Head, in Yorkshire; it weighed about 50 +pounds, and for some years after its descent +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page3" id="page3"></a>[pg 3]</span> +did not excite the interest it deserved, +nor would perhaps that attention +have been paid to it which was required +for the investigation of the truth, if a +similar and more striking phenomenon +had not happened a few years afterwards +at Benares, in the East Indies. Some +fragments of the stones which fell in +India were brought to Sir Joseph Banks +by Major Williams; and Sir Joseph being +desirous of knowing if there might not be +some truth in these repeated accounts of +falling stones, gave them to be analyzed, +when it was found by a very skilful analysis, +published in the Transactions, +1802, that the stones collected in various +countries, and to which a similar history +is attached, contained very peculiar ingredients, +and all of the same kind. The +earthy parts were silex and magnesia, in +which were interspersed small grains of +metallic iron. Since these investigations, +the subject has attracted very general attention, +and most of the fragments of +stones said to have fallen from heaven, +and which have been preserved in the +cabinets of the curious, on account of this +tradition, have been analyzed, and found +to consist of the same ingredients, varying +only in their different proportions.</p> + +<p>Pliny relates, that a great stone fell +near Egos Potamos, in the Thracian +Chersonese, in the second year of the +78th Olympiad. In the year 1706, another +large stone is, on the authority of +Paul Lucas, then at Larissa, said to have +fallen in Macedonia. It weighed 72 +pounds. Cardan assures us, that a shower +of at least 1,200 stones fell in Italy, the +largest of which weighed 120 pounds; +and their fall was accompanied by a great +light in the air.</p> + +<p>The caaba, or great black stone, preserved +by the Mahometans in the Temple +of Mecca, had probably a celestial origin. +It is said to have been brought from +heaven by the angel Gabriel. Some astronomers +imagine that these stones have +been thrown from a lunar volcano. There +is nothing, perhaps, philosophically inconsistent +in this theory, for volcanic appearances +have been seen in the moon; +and a force such as our volcanoes exert +would be sufficient to project fragments +that might possibly arrive at the surface +of the earth. But probability is certainly +against it, and it seems more likely that +they are fragments of comets. For those +bodies, from their own nature, must be +subject to chemical changes of a very violent +nature; add to this, that from the +smallness of their dimensions, a fragment +projected from them with a very slight +velocity would never return to the mass +to which it originally belonged; but +would traverse the celestial regions till it +met with some planetary or other body +sufficiently ponderous to attract it to itself.</p> + +<p>We have numerous other instances of +these phenomena, which are attested by +many very credible witnesses, but I will +not at present monopolize more of your +valuable pages with this subject, though +one of considerable interest; yet I may, +perhaps, at some future period, if agreeable, +send you a few rather more circumstantial +and more interesting accounts +than the above.</p> + +<p><i>Near Sheffield.</i></p> + +<p>J.M.C—— D.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE POET, CHATTERTON.</h3> + +<h4><i>(To the Editor of the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>Should the following notice of Chatterton, +which I copy from a <i>small handkerchief</i> +in my possession, be thought +worthy of a place in the MIRROR, you +will oblige me by inserting it. The +handkerchief has been in my possession +about twenty-five years, and was probably +printed soon after the poet's death; he is +represented sitting at a table, writing, in +a miserable apartment; behind him the +bed turned up, &c.</p> + +<p>SUFFOLK.</p> +<br /> + +<p><i>The Distressed Poet, or a true representation +of the unfortunate Chatterton.</i></p> + +<p>The painting from which the engraving +was taken of the distressed poet, was the +work of a friend of the unfortunate +Chatterton. This friend drew him in the +situation in which he is represented in +this plate. Anxieties and cares had advanced +his life, and given him an older +look than was suited to his age. The +sorry apartment portrayed in the print, +the folded bed, the broken utensil below +it, the bottle, the farthing candle, and +the disorderly raiment of the bard, are +not inventions of fancy. They were +realities; and a satire upon an age and a +nation of which generosity is doubtless a +conspicuous characteristic. But poor +Chatterton was born under a bad star: +his passions were too impetuous, and in +a distracted moment he deprived himself +of an existence, which his genius, and +the fostering care of the public would +undoubtedly have rendered comfortable +and happy. Unknown and miserable +while alive, he now calls forth curiosity +and attention. Men of wit and learning +employ themselves to celebrate his talents, +and to express their approbation of his +writings. Hard indeed was his fate, born +to adorn the times in which he lived, yet +compelled to fall a victim to pride and +poverty! His destiny, cruel as it was, +gives a charm to his verses; and while +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page4" id="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span> +the bright thought excites admiration, +the recollection of his miseries awakens a +tender sympathy and sorrow. Who +would not wish that he had been so fortunate +as to relieve a fellow creature so +accomplished, from wretchedness, despair, +and suicide?</p> + + +<h4>WRITTEN ON VIEWING THE PORTRAIT OF CHATTERTON.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Ah! what a contrast in that face portray'd,</p> +<p>Where care and study cast alternate shade;</p> +<p>But view it well, and ask thy heart the cause,</p> +<p>Then chide, with honest warmth, that cold applause</p> +<p>Which counteracts the fostering breath of praise,</p> +<p>And shades with cypress the young poet's bays:</p> +<p>Pale and dejected, mark, how genius strives</p> +<p>With poverty, and mark, how well it thrives;</p> +<p>The shabby cov'ring of the gentle bard,</p> +<p>Regard it well, 'tis worthy thy regard,</p> +<p>The friendly cobweb, serving for a screen,</p> +<p>The chair, a part of what it once had been;</p> +<p>The bed, whereon th' unhappy victim slept</p> +<p>And oft unseen, in silent anguish, wept,</p> +<p>Or spent in dear delusive dreams, the night,</p> +<p>To wake, next morning, but to curse the light,</p> +<p>Too deep distress the artist's hand reveals;</p> +<p>But like a friend's the black'ning deed conceals;</p> +<p>Thus justice, to mild complacency bends,</p> +<p>And candour, all harsh influence, suspends.</p> +<p>Enthron'd, supreme in judgment, mercy sits,</p> +<p>And, in one breath condemns, applauds, acquits:</p> +<p>Whoe'er thou art, that shalt this face survey,</p> +<p>And turn, with cold disgust, thine eyes away.</p> +<p>Then bless thyself, that sloth and ignorance bred</p> +<p>Thee up in safety, and with plenty fed,</p> +<p>Peace to thy mem'ry! may the sable plume</p> +<p>Of dulness, round thy forehead ever bloom;</p> +<p>May'st thou, nor can I wish a greater curse;</p> +<p>Live full despis'd, and die without a nurse;</p> +<p>Or, if same wither'd hag, for sake of hire,</p> +<p>Should wash thy sheets, and cleanse thee from the mire,</p> +<p>Let her, when hunger peevishly demands</p> +<p>The dainty morsel from her barb'rous hands,</p> +<p>Insult, with hellish mirth, thy craving maw</p> +<p>And snatch it to herself, and call it law,</p> +<p>Till pinching famine waste thee to the bone</p> +<p>And break, at last, that solid heart of stone.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>LAY OF THE WANDERING ARAB.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Away, away, my barb and I,"</p> +<p class="i2">As free as wave, as fleet as wind,</p> +<p>We sweep the sands of Araby,</p> +<p class="i2">And leave a world of slaves behind.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Tis mine to range in this wild garb,</p> +<p class="i2">Nor e'er feel lonely though alone;</p> +<p>I would not change my Arab barb,</p> +<p class="i2">To mount a drowsy Sultan's throne.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Where the pale stranger dares not come,</p> +<p class="i2">Proud o'er my native sands I rove;</p> +<p>An Arab tent my only home,</p> +<p class="i2">An Arab maid my only love.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Here freedom dwells without a fear—</p> +<p class="i2">Coy to the world, she loves the wild;</p> +<p>Whoever brings a fetter here,</p> +<p class="i2">To chain the desert's fiery child.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> + +<p>What though the Frank may name with scorn,</p> +<p class="i2">Our barren clime, our realm of sand,</p> +<p>There were our thousand fathers born—</p> +<p class="i2">Oh, who would scorn his father's land?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>It is not sands that form a waste,</p> +<p class="i2">Nor laughing fields a happy clime;</p> +<p>The spot, the most by Freedom graced,</p> +<p class="i2">Is where a man feels most sublime!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Away, away, my barb and I."</p> +<p class="i2">As free as wave as fleet as wind,</p> +<p>We sweep the sands of Araby,</p> +<p class="i2">And leave a world of slaves behind!</p> + </div> </div> + +<hr /> + + + +<h3>NOSTALGIA—MALADIE DE PAYS—CALENTURE.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>This disease, according to Dr. Darwin, +is an unconquerable desire of returning to +one's native country, frequent in long +voyages, in which the patients become so +insane, as to throw themselves into the +sea, mistaking it for green fields or +meadows:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>So, by a <i>calenture</i> misled,</p> +<p class="i2">The mariner with rapture sees,</p> +<p>On the smooth ocean's azure bed,</p> +<p class="i2">Enamell'd fields and verdant trees.</p> +<p>With eager haste he longs to rove</p> +<p class="i2">In that fantastic scene, and thinks</p> +<p>It must be some enchanting grove,</p> +<p class="i2">And in he leaps, and down he sinks.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>SWIFT.</p> +<br /> + +<p>The Swiss are said to be particularly +liable to this disease, and when taken into +foreign service, frequently to desert from +this cause, and especially after hearing or +singing a particular tune, which was used +in their village dances, in their native +country, on which account the playing or +singing this tune was forbidden by the +punishment of death.</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Dear is that shed, to which his soul conforms,</p> +<p>And dear that hill, which lifts him to the storms."</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>GOLDSMITH.</p> +<br /> + +<p>Rousseau says, "The celebrated Swiss +tune, called the <i>Rans des Vaches</i>, is an air, +so dear to the Swiss, that it was forbidden +under the pain of death to play it to the +troops, as it immediately drew tears from +them, and made those who heard it desert, +or die of what is called <i>la maladie de pays</i>, +so ardent a desire did it excite to return +to their native country. It is in vain to +seek in this air for energetic accents capable +of producing such astonishing effects, +for which strangers are unable to account +from the music, which is in itself uncouth +and wild. But it is from habit, +recollections, and a thousand circumstances +retraced in this tune by those natives +who hear it, and reminding them of +their country, former pleasures of their +youth, and all those ways of living, which +occasion a bitter reflection at having lost +them. Music, then, does not affect them +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page5" id="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span> +as music, but as a reminiscence. This +air, though always the same, no longer +produces the same effects at present as it +did upon the Swiss formerly; for having +lost their taste for their first simplicity, +they no longer regret its loss when reminded +of it. So true it is, that we must +not seek in physical causes the great +effects of sound upon the human heart."</p> + +<p>This disease (says Dr. Winterbottom) +affects the natives of Africa as strongly +as it does those of Switzerland; it is even +more violent in its effects on the Africans, +and often impels them to dreadful acts of +suicide. Sometimes it plunges them into +a deep melancholy, which induces the unhappy +sufferers to end a miserable existence +by a more tedious, though equally +certain method, that of dirt eating.</p> + +<p>Such is the powerful influence of the +lore of one's native country.</p> + +<p>P.T.W.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SINGULAR CUSTOM OF THE SULTAN OF TURKEY.</h3> + +<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4> + + +<p>After the opening of the Bairam,<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a> a +ceremony among the Turks, attended +with more than ordinary magnificence; +the Sultan, accompanied by the Grand +Signior and all the principal officers of +state, goes to exhibit himself to the people +in a kiosk, or tent near the seraglio +point, seated on a sofa of silver, brought +out for the occasion. It is a very large, +wooden couch covered with thick plates +of massive silver, highly burnished, and +there is little doubt from the form of it, +and the style in which it is ornamented +that it constituted part of the treasury of +the Greek emperors when Constantinople +was taken by the Turks.</p> + +<p>INA.</p> + + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>THE SKETCH-BOOK</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>EL BORRACHO.<a id="footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3"><sup>3</sup></a></h3> + + + +<p>Not long since, a couple resided in the +suburbs of Madrid, named Perez and +Juana Donilla; and a happy couple they +might have been, had not Perez contracted +a sad habit of drinking, which became +more and more confirmed after every +draught of good wine; and such draughts +were certainly more frequent than his +finances were in a state to allow. Night +after night was spent at the tavern; fairly +might he be said to <i>swallow</i> all that he +earned by his daily labour; and Juana +and himself (fortunately they had no +children to maintain) must have been reduced +to absolute mendicity, but for the +exemplary conduct of the former, who +contrived to support her spouse and herself +upon the scanty produce of her unwearied +industry. If ever a sentiment of +gratitude for undeserved favours animated +the bosom of Perez Donilla, he took, it +must be confessed, a strange method of +declaring it; not only would he, upon his +return from his lawless carousals, grumble +over that humble fare, the possession of +which at all he ought to have considered +as scarce less than a miracle, but, in his +madness, unmerciful strappings were sure +to be the portion of his miserable wife. +Poor Juana bore these cruelties with a +patience that ought to have canonized her +under the title of St. Grizzle: she could +not, indeed, forbear crying out, under +these frequent and severe castigations; +nor could she refrain from soliciting the +aid of three or four favourite gentlemen +saints, who, little to the credit of their +gallantry and good-nature, always turned +a deaf ear upon her plaints and entreaties; +not a word, however, of the inhuman conduct +of her <i>worser</i> half did she breathe to +<i>mortal</i> ear. Neighbours, however, have +auricular organs like walls and little pitchers, +tongues like bells, and a spice of +meddling and mischief in them like asses; +so that no wise person will suppose the +conduct of Perez Donilla to his wife was +long a secret in Madrid. Juana had two +brothers and a cousin resident in the city—Gomez +Arias, chief cook to his reverence +the Canon Fernando; Hernan Arias, +head groom to Don Miguel de Corcoba, a +knight of Calatrava; and Pedro Pedrillo, +a young barber-surgeon, in business for +himself. Gomez and Hernan, hearing of +Juana's misfortunes, said, like affectionate +brothers. "God help our poor sister, and +may her own relations help her also; for +if <i>they</i> do not, nobody else will, and she +certainly can't help herself." The like +words they repeated to Pedro Pedrillo, +until he, being a sharp, handsome young +fellow, and particularly fond of showing +forth his fine person and finer wit, agreed +to visit his cousin, and contrive some plan +to extricate her from the cruelty of Perez. +Making himself, therefore, as fascinating +as possible, he marched directly to the +house, or rather cabin, of Juana Donilla, +and stood before her, smiling and watching +her small, thin fingers plaitting straw +for hats, some minutes ere she was aware +of his presence. "Pedro!" exclaimed +she, with a countenance and voice of pleasure, +as she recognised the intruder.—"Ay, +<i>Pedro</i> it is, indeed, Juana; but, +improved as <i>I</i> am. O, mercy upon me, +how black <i>you</i> are looking!"—"<i>Black</i>, +cousin? Nay, then, I'm sure 'tis not for +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span> +want of washing. Come, come, Pedro, +no jokes, if you please."—"By St. Jago, +fair cousin, I'm as far from a joke as I +am from a diploma; and my business in +this house, as in most houses, is no <i>jest</i>, +I assure you. In a word, the cries which +you utter when suffering from the insane +fury of your sottish husband have reached +even me, and I'm come to offer you a little +advice and assistance. No denial of the +fact, Juana; those black bruises avouch +it without a tongue."—Juana held down +her head, colour mounted into her cheeks, +tears suffused her eyes, her bosom heaved +convulsively, and for some moments she +was silent from confusion, shame, grief, +and gratitude. At length, withdrawing +her hand from the affectionate grasp of +Pedro, and dashing it athwart her eyes, +she looked up and said mildly, "Thanks, +many thanks, dear cousin, for your kindness. +I cannot dissemble with you; what +would you have me do? I could not +<i>beat</i> him in return; and, oh! save him +from the arm of my brothers!"—"What +have you always done?"—"Borne his +stripes, and called for help upon St. Jago, +St. Francis Xavier, St. Benedict, and St. +Nicholas!"—"And did you never invoke +the three holy Maries?"—"Never."—Then +that's what you ought to have done," +returned Senor Pedrillo, with the utmost +gravity. "Now mind me,—call upon +<i>them</i> for aid next time your husband maltreats +you."—"Alas!" sighed the afflicted +wife, "<i>that</i> will most surely be +to-night. I've not much faith in your +remedy, Pedro; but may be there's no +harm in trying it."—"Farewell, then, +my poor, pretty, patient, black-bruised +cousin," cried Pedrillo; "next time you +see the <i>doctor</i>, let him know how his remedy +has sped;" and with a comical expression +of countenance, half melancholy, +half mirthful, the "trusty and well-beloved +cousin" departed.</p> + +<p>Late that night, Perez Donilla entered +his own habitation as intoxicated and belligerent +as ever. "Where's my supper?"—"Here," +said his wife, trembling, as +she placed before him a few heads of garlic, +a piece of salted trout, a little oil, and +a crust of barley bread. "What's all +this, woman?" exclaimed Perez, in a +voice of thunder; and with glaring eyes +and demoniacal fury he dashed the fish at +her head, and the rest of his supper upon +the floor. "Wretch! how durst <i>you</i> +fatten upon olios and ragouts, and set +trash like <i>this</i> before your <i>husband?</i>"—"My +dear," replied Juana, meekly, "I +am starving; nothing have I tasted since +breakfast."—"Don't lie, you jade! +Where's the wild-fowl and the Bologna +sausage sent you by that rogue, Gomez? +Stolen were they from the canon's kitchen, +and you know it! And where's the skin +of excellent Calcavella, from the Caballero's +overflowing vaults? Give it to me +this <i>instant</i>, you hussy, you vixen, you—"—"Indeed, +<i>indeed</i>," cried the unfortunate +wife in deep anguish, "I take +all the saints in heaven to witness—."—"That, +and that, and <i>that</i>," interrupted +the furious tyrant, lashing her severely, +according to custom, with a thick thong +of leather, and now and then adding a +blow with his fist; "let's see if <i>that</i> will +bring me a supper fit for a Christian, and +a draught of Don Miguel's Calcavella!" +Juana remembered Pedrillo's advice, and +after roaring out more loudly than usual +for aid from St. Jago, St. Francis, St. +Benedict, and St. Nicholas, shrieked at +the highest pitch of her voice, "May the +three blessed Maries help me!" No +sooner were the words uttered, than in +rushed three apparitions, arrayed in white, +but so enfolded in lined, that it was impossible +to determine whether they represented +men or women; of their visages, +only their eyes were visible, peering frightfully +from the white covering of their +heads; each brandished a good stout +cudgel, and each, without uttering a word, +falling quick as thought upon Perez Donilla, +repaid him the blows he had lavished +on his unhappy wife with such interest, +as would have sealed his fate indubitably, +had not she interposed; but upon the entreaties +of that exemplary wife, the three +holy Maries remitted the remainder of +their flagellation, and retired, leaving +Perez senseless on the floor. Poor Juana +was agonized at beholding the state to +which her graceless partner was reduced, +and hauling him, as well as her own exhausted +strength would permit, upon his +miserable pallet, washed the blood and dust +from his wounds, and watched his return +to consciousness with unexampled tenderness +and dutiful fidelity. Perez at length +opened his eyes, and said, in the mild +voice which was natural to him when sober, +"My poor Juana, I wish you could fetch +your cousin Pedro to see me; I think I +shall die." Juana was half distracted at +this speech; and running to the next +house, bribed a neighbour's child by the +promise of a broad-brimmed straw hat, to +shade his complexion from the sun, to +run for Doctor Pedrillo. Pedro soon +arrived, and was evidently more puzzled +respecting his deportment than the case of +his patient. Sundry "nods, and becks, +and wreathed smiles," and sundry eloquent +glances of his bright black eyes, +were covertly bestowed upon his <i>fair</i> +cousin; anon, with ludicrous solemnity, +he felt the pulse of Perez, shook his head, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> +and, in short, imitated with inimitable +exactness all the technical airs and graces +of a regular graduate of Salamanca.—"Cousin," +cried he at length, with a sly +look at Juana, "I pity your plight—from +my soul I do; but your case is, I +am grieved to say, desperate, unless I am +informed of the <i>cause</i> of these monstrous +weals, bruises, slashes, and chafings, in +order that my prescription, may—"—"The +<i>cause</i> of them," said Perez, +almost frightened to death, "is, having +to my cost a <i>saint</i> of a wife."—"How! +that a <i>misfortune?</i> explain yourself, my +poor fellow."—"Readily," replied Donilla, +"if that will help to heal me."—He +then explained minutely the circumstances +of the case, concluding thus:—"Not +but what I am, after all, remarkably +indebted to Juana, for had she only +called the eleven thousand Virgins to her +assistance, their zeal would undoubtedly +have divided my body amongst them; +since, then, my wife has such friends in +heaven; I shall henceforth be careful how +I enrage them again."—Perez Donilla +kept to his resolution, and the <i>Three +Maries</i>, whom, without doubt, the intelligent +reader has recognised through their +disguise, lived for many years to rejoice +in the blessed effects of a severe, but merited +infliction. M. L. B.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>THEATRICAL BILL.</h3> + + +<p>At a play acted in 1511, on the Feast of +St. Margaret, the following disbursements +were made as the charges of the exhibition:—</p> + + <table> + <thead> + <tr> + <th> </th> + + <th>£.</th> + + <th>s.</th> + + <th>d.</th> + </tr> + </thead> + + <tbody> + <tr> + <td>To musicians, for which, however, they were + bound to perform three nights</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>5</td> + + <td>6</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For players, in bread and ale</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>3</td> + + <td>1</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For decorations, dresses, and play-books</td> + + <td>1</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>To John Hobbard, priest, and author of the + piece</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>2</td> + + <td>8</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For the place in which the representation was + held</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>1</td> + + <td>0</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For furniture</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>1</td> + + <td>4</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For fish and bread</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>4</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>For painting three phantoms and devils</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>6</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td>And for four chickens for the hero</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>0</td> + + <td>4</td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> +<p>H. B. A.</p> + + + +<hr /> + +<h3>ROBINSON CRUSOE'S ISLAND.</h3> + + +<p>The United States ship, Vincennes, visited +the island of Juan Fernandez, off the +coast of Chili, a few months since, and +remained there three days. There were +two Yankees and six Otaheitans on the +island. The former had formed a settlement +for the purpose of supplying whale-ships +with water, poultry, and vegetables. +The soil is said to be astonishingly fertile.</p> + +<p>—<i>New York Shipping List, 1366.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE LETTER H.</h3> + +<h4><i>From an old History of England.</i></h4> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Not superstitiously I speak, but H his letter still</p> +<p>Hath been observed ominous to England's good or ill."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Humber the Hun, with foreign arms, did first the brutes invade;</p> +<p>Helen to Rome's imperial throne the British crown convey'd;</p> +<p>Hengist and Horsus first did plant the Saxons in this isle;</p> +<p>Hungar and Hubba first brought Danes, that sway'd here a long while;</p> +<p>At Harold had the Saxon end at Hardy Knute the Dane;</p> +<p>Henries the First and Second did restore the English reign;</p> +<p>Fourth Henry first for Lancaster did England's crown obtain;</p> +<p>Seventh Henry jarring Lancaster and York unites in peace;</p> +<p>Henry the Eighth did happily Rome's irreligion cease.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>CHURCH OF AUSTIN FRIARS.</h3> + + +<p>The church of Austin Friars is one of +the most ancient Gothic remains in the +City of London. It belonged to a priory +dedicated to St. Augustine, and was +founded for the friars Eremites of the +order of Hippo, in Africa, by Humphry +Bohun, Earl of Hereford and +Essex, 1253. A part of this once spacious +building was granted by Edward +VI. to a congregation of Germans and +other strangers, who fled hither from religious +persecutions. Several successive +princes have confirmed it to the Dutch, +by whom it has been used as a place of +worship. J.M.C.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>DAUPHIN OF FRANCE.</h3> + +<p>The heir apparent of the crown of France +derives his title of Dauphin from the following +very singular circumstance. In +1349, Hubert, second Count of Dauphiny, +being inconsolable for the loss of his heir +and only child, who had leaped from his +arms through a window of his palace at +Grenoble into the river Isere, entered into +a convent of jacobins, and ceded Dauphiny +to Philip, a younger son of Philip +of Valois (for 120,000 florins of gold +each of the value of twenty sols or ten +pence English,) on condition that the +eldest son of the king of France should +be always after styled "the Dauphin," +from the name of the province thus ceded. +Charles V., grandson to Philip of Valois, +was the first who bore the title in 1530.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> +<h2>THE OLD ELEPHANT,<br />FENCHURCH-STREET.</h2> + +<div class="figure" style="width:100%;"><a href="images/350-016.png"><img width = "100%" src="images/350-016.png" alt="THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET." /></a></div> + + +<p>Everything connected with the name +of HOGARTH is interesting to the English +reader. He was apprenticed to a +silversmith, and from cutting cyphers on +silver spoons, he rose to be sergeant painter +to the king—and from engraving arms +and shop-bills, to painting kings and +queens—the very top of the artist's ladder. +The soul-breathing impulses of +genius enabled him to effect all this, and +his example, (in support of the maxim, +that "every man is the architect of his +own fortune,") will be respected and cherished, +at home and abroad, as long as +self-advancement continues to be the +great stimulus to aspiring industry.</p> + +<p>The old Elephant public-house therefore +merits the attention of all lovers of +painting and genius; for in it, previous +to his celebrity, lodged WILLIAM HOGARTH. +It was built before the fire of +London, and although so near, escaped +its ravages; but the house was pulled +down a short time since, and another of +more commodious construction erected on +its site. On the wall of the tap-room, in +the old house, were four paintings by +Hogarth: one representing the Hudson's +Bay Company's Porters; another, his +first idea for the Modern Midnight Conversation, +(differing from the print in a +circumstance too broad in its humour for +the graver,) and another of Harlequin and +Pierot seeming to be laughing at the +figure in the last picture. On the first +floor was a picture of Harlow Bush Fair, +covered over with paint. This information +is copied from an old print picked up +in our "collecting" rambles, at the foot +of which it is stated to have been obtained +from "Mrs. Hibbert, who has +kept the house between thirty and forty +years, and received her information relating +to Mr. Hogarth from persons at that +time well acquainted with him." The +paintings were, we believe, removed previous +to the destruction of the old +house.</p> + +<p>To the searchers into life and manners, +Hogarth's moral paintings, to which +branch of art the above belong, are treasures +of great prize; and whether over +his originals at the gallery in Pall Mall, +or their copies at the printsellers—the +Elephant in Fenchurch-street, or the +"painting moralist's" tomb in Chiswick +churchyard—Englishmen have just cause +to be proud of his name.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span> +<h2>THE SELECTOR</h2> + +<h3>AND LITERARY NOTICES OF <i>NEW WORKS</i></h3> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>DAYS DEPARTED; OR, BANWELL HILL:</h3> + +<h4><i>A Lay of the Severn Sea, by the Rev. +W. Lisle Bowles.</i></h4> + + +<p>This is a delightful volume—full of nature +and truth—and in every respect +worthy of "one of the most elegant, pathetic, +and original living poets of England." +Moreover, it is just such a book +as we expected from the worthy vicar of +Bremhill; dedicated to the Bishop of +Bath and Wells; and dated from Bremhill +Parsonage, of which interesting abode +we inserted an unique description in our +last volume.</p> + +<p>As our principal object is to give a few +of the <i>poetical pictures</i>, we shall be very +brief with the prose, and merely quote an +outline of the poem. Mr. Bowles, it appears, +is a native of the district in which +he resides, and this circumstance introduces +some beautiful retrospective feelings:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> But awhile,</p> +<p>Here let me stand, and gaze upon the scene,</p> +<p>Array'd in living light around, and mark</p> +<p>The morning sunshine,—on that very shore</p> +<p>Where once a child I wander'd,—Oh! return</p> +<p>(I sigh,) "return a moment, days of youth,</p> +<p>Of childhood,—oh, return!" How vain the thought,</p> +<p>Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse,</p> +<p>Unblam'd, may dally with imaginings;</p> +<p>For this wide view is like the scene of life,</p> +<p>Once travers'd o'er with carelessness and glee,</p> +<p>And we look back upon the vale of years,</p> +<p>And hear remembered voices, and behold,</p> +<p>In blended colours, images and shades</p> +<p>Long pass'd, now rising, as at Memory's call,</p> +<p>Again in softer light.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>The poem then proceeds with a description +of an antediluvian cave at Banwell, +and a brief sketch of events since +the deposit; but, as Mr. Bowles observes, +poetry and geological inquiry do not very +amicably travel together; we must, therefore, +soon get out of the cave:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">But issuing from the Cave—look round—behold</p> +<p>How proudly the majestic Severn rides</p> +<p>On the sea,—how gloriously in light</p> +<p>It rides! Along this solitary ridge,</p> +<p>Where smiles, but rare, the blue Campanula,</p> +<p>Among the thistles, and grey stones, that peep</p> +<p>Through the thin herbage—to the highest point</p> +<p>Of elevation, o'er the vale below,</p> +<p>Slow let us climb. First, look upon that flow'r</p> +<p>The lowly heath-bell, smiling at our feet.</p> +<p>How beautiful it smiles alone! The Pow'r,</p> +<p>that bade the great sea roar—that spread the Heav'ns—</p> +<p>That call'd the sun from darkness—deck'd that flow'r,</p> +<p>And bade it grace this bleak and barren hill.</p> +<p>Imagination, in her playful mood,</p> +<p>Might liken it to a poor village maid,</p> +<p>Lowly, but smiling in her lowliness,</p> +<p>And dress'd so neatly, as if ev'ry day</p> +<p>Were Sunday. And some melancholy Bard</p> +<p>Might, idly musing, thus discourse to it:—</p> +<p>"Daughter of Summer, who dost linger here.</p> +<p>Decking the thistly turf, and arid hill,</p> +<p>Unseen—let the majestic Dahlia</p> +<p>Glitter, an Empress, in her blazonry</p> +<p>Of beauty; let the stately Lily shine,</p> +<p>As snow-white as the breast of the proud Swan,</p> +<p>Sailing upon the blue lake silently,</p> +<p>That lifts her tall neck higher, as she views</p> +<p>The shadow in the stream! Such ladies bright</p> +<p>May reign unrivall'd, in their proud parterres!</p> +<p>Thou would'st not live with them; but if a voice,</p> +<p>Fancy, in shaping mood, might give to thee,</p> +<p>To the forsaken Primrose, thou would'st say,</p> +<p>'Come, live with me, and we two will rejoice:—</p> +<p>Nor want I company; for when the sea</p> +<p>Shines in the silent moonlight, elves and fays,</p> +<p>Gentle and delicate as Ariel,</p> +<p>That do their spiritings on these wild bolts—</p> +<p>Circle me in their dance, and sing such songs</p> +<p>As human ear ne'er heard!'"—But cease the strain,</p> +<p>Lest Wisdom, and severer Truth, should chide.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>Next is a sketch of Steep Holms, introducing +the following exquisite episode:</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"> Dreary; but on its steep</p> +<p>There is one native flower—the Piony.</p> +<p>She sits companionless, but yet not sad:</p> +<p>She has no sister of the summer-field,</p> +<p>That may rejoice with her when spring returns.</p> +<p>None, that in sympathy, may bend its head,</p> +<p>When the bleak winds blow hollow o'er the rock,</p> +<p>In autumn's gloom!—So Virtue, a fair flow'r,</p> +<p>Blooms on the rock of care, and though unseen,</p> +<p>It smiles in cold seclusion, and remote</p> +<p>From the world's flaunting fellowship, it wears</p> +<p>Like hermit Piety, that smile of peace,</p> +<p>In sickness, or in health, in joy or tears,</p> +<p>In summer-days, or cold adversity;</p> +<p>And still it feels Heav'n's breath, reviving, steal</p> +<p>On its lone breast—feels the warm blessedness</p> +<p>Of Heaven's own light about it, though its leaves</p> +<p>Are wet with ev'ning tears!</p> +<p class="i14"> So smiles this flow'r:</p> +<p>And if, perchance, my lay has dwelt too long.</p> +<p>Upon one flower which blooms in privacy,</p> +<p>I may a pardon find from human hearts,</p> +<p>For such was my poor Mother!<a id="footnotetag4" name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4"><sup>4</sup></a></p> + </div> </div> + + + +<p>We pass over some marine sketches, +which are worthy of the <i>Vernet</i> of poets, +a touching description of the sinking +of a packet-boat, and the first sound and +sight of the sea—the author's childhood +at Uphill Parsonage—his reminiscences +of the clock of Wells Cathedral—and some +real villatic sketches—a portrait of a +<i>Workhouse Girl</i>—some caustic remarks +on prosing and prig parsons, commentators, +and puritanical excrescences of sects—to +some unaffected lines on the village +school children of Castle-Combe, and +their annual festival. This is so charming +a picture of rural joy, that we must +copy it:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">If we would see the fruits of charity.</p> +<p>Look at that village group, and paint the scene.</p> +<p>Surrounded by a clear and silent stream,</p> +<p>Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray,</p> +<p>A rural mansion, on the level lawn,</p> +<p>Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade</p> +<p>Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch,</p> +<p>Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> +<p>In front, the village-church, with pinnacles,</p> +<p>And light grey tow'r, appears, while to the right</p> +<p>An amphitheatre of oaks extends</p> +<p>Its sweep, till, more abrupt, a wooded knoll,</p> +<p>Where once a castle frown'd, closes the scene.</p> +<p>And see, an infant troop, with flags and drum,</p> +<p>Are marching o'er that bridge, beneath the woods,</p> +<p>On—to the table spread upon the lawn,</p> +<p>Raising their little hands when grace is said;</p> +<p>Whilst she, who taught them to lift up their hearts</p> +<p>In prayer, and to "remember, in their youth,"</p> +<p>God, "their Creator,"—mistress of the scene,</p> +<p>(Whom I remember once, as young,) looks on,</p> +<p>Blessing them in the silence of her heart.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And, children, now rejoice,—</p> +<p>Now—for the holidays of life are few;</p> +<p>Nor let the rustic minstrel tune, in vain,</p> +<p>The crack'd church-viol, resonant to-day,</p> +<p>Of mirth, though humble! Let the fiddle scrape</p> +<p>Its merriment, and let the joyous group</p> +<p>Dance, in a round, for soon the ills of life</p> +<p>Will come! Enough, if one day in the year,</p> +<p>If one brief day, of this brief life, be given</p> +<p>To mirth as innocent as yours!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>Then we have an "aged widow" reading +"GOD'S own Word" at her cottage-door, +with her daughter kneeling beside +her—a sketch from those halcyon days, +when, in the beautiful allegory of Scripture, +"every man sat under his own fig-tree." +This is followed by the "Elysian +Tempe of Stourhead," the seat of Sir +Richard Colt Hoare, to whose talents and +benevolence Mr. Bowles pays a merited +tribute. Longleat, the residence of the +Bishop of Bath and Wells, succeeds; and +Marston, the abode of the Rev. Mr. Skurray, +a friend of the author from his +"youthful days," introduces the following +beautiful descriptive snatch:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">And witness thou,</p> +<p>Marston, the seat of my kind, honour'd friend—</p> +<p>My kind and honour'd friend, from youthful days.</p> +<p>Then wand'ring on the banks of Rhine, we saw</p> +<p>Cities and spires, beneath the mountains blue,</p> +<p>Gleaming; or vineyards creep from rock to rock;</p> +<p>Or unknown castles hang, as if in clouds;</p> +<p>Or heard the roaring of the cataract.</p> +<p>Far off,<a id="footnotetag5" name="footnotetag5"></a><a href="#footnote5"><sup>5</sup></a> beneath the dark defile or gloom</p> +<p>Of ancient forests—till behold, in light,</p> +<p>Foaming and flashing, with enormous sweep,</p> +<p>Through the rent rocks—where, o'er the mist of spray,</p> +<p>The rainbow, like a fairy in her bow'r,</p> +<p>Is sleeping while it roars—that volume vast,</p> +<p>White, and with thunder's deaf'ning roar, comes down.</p> + </div> </div> + + + +<p>Part III. opens with the following metaphorical +gem:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>The show'r is past—the heath-bell, at our feet,</p> +<p>Looks up, as with a smile, though the cold dew</p> +<p>Hangs yet within its cup, like Pity's tear</p> +<p>Upon the eye-lids of a village-child!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>This is succeeded by a poetic panorama +of views from the Severn to Bristol, introducing +a solitary ship at sea—and the +"solitary sand:"—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">No sound was heard,</p> +<p>Save of the sea-gull warping on the wind,</p> +<p>Or of the surge that broke along the shore,</p> +<p>Sad as the seas.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>A picture of Bristol is succeeded by +some scenes of great picturesque beauty—as +Wrington, the birth-place of the immortal +Locke; Blagdon, the rural rectory +of</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Langhorne, a pastor and a poet too;</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>and Barley-Wood, the seat of Mrs. Hannah +More. Mr. Bowles also tells us that +the music of "Auld Robin Gray" was +composed by Mr. Leaver, rector of Wrington; +and then adds a complimentary ballad +to Miss Stephens on the above air—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Sung by a maiden of the South, whose look—</p> +<p>(Although her song be sweet)—whose look, whose life,</p> +<p>Is sweeter than her song.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>The last Part (IV.) contains some exquisite +Sonnets, and the poem concludes +with a "Vision of the Deluge," and the +ascent of the Dove of the ark—in which +are many sublime touches of the mastery +of poetry. There are nearly forty pages +of Notes, for whose "lightness" and +garrulity Mr. Bowles apologizes.</p> + +<p>Altogether, we have been much gratified +with the present work. It contains +poetry after our own heart—the poetry of +nature and of truth—abounding with +tasteful and fervid imagery, but never +drawing too freely on the stores of fancy +for embellishment. We could detach +many passages that have charmed and +fascinated us in out reading; but one +must suffice for an epigrammatic exit:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>—<i>Hope's still light beyond the storms of Time.</i></p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SCENERY OF THE OHIO.</h3> + + +<p>The heart must indeed be cold that would +not glow among scenes like these. Rightly +did the French call this stream <i>La Belle +Rivière</i>, (the beautiful river.) The +sprightly Canadian, plying his oar in cadence +with the wild notes of the boat-song, +could not fail to find his heart enlivened +by the beautiful symmetry of the +Ohio. Its current is always graceful, and +its shores every where romantic. Every +thing here is on a large scale. The eye +of the traveller is continually regaled with +magnificent scenes. Here are no pigmy +mounds dignified with the name of mountains, +no rivulets swelled into rivers. Nature +has worked with a rapid but masterly +hand; every touch is bold, and the whole +is grand as well as beautiful; while room +is left for art to embellish and fertilize +that which nature has created with a thousand +capabilities. There is much sameness +in the character of the scenery; but +that sameness is in itself delightful, as it +consists in the recurrence of noble traits, +which are too pleasing ever to be viewed +with indifference; like the regular features +which we sometimes find in the face of a +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> +lovely woman, their charm consists in +their own intrinsic gracefulness, rather +than in the variety of their expressions. +The Ohio has not the sprightly, fanciful +wildness of the Niagara, the St. Lawrence, +or the Susquehanna, whose impetuous +torrents, rushing over beds of rocks, or +dashing against the jutting cliffs, arrest +the ear by their murmurs, and delight the +eye with their eccentric wanderings. Neither +is it like the Hudson, margined at +one spot by the meadow and the village, +and overhung at another by threatening +precipices and stupendous mountains. It +has a wild, solemn, silent sweetness, peculiar +to itself. The noble stream, clear, +smooth, and unruffled, swept onward with +regular majestic force. Continually changing +its course, as it rolls from vale to vale, +it always winds with dignity, and avoiding +those acute angles, which are observable +in less powerful streams, sweeps +round in graceful bends, as if disdaining +the opposition to which nature forces it to +submit. On each side rise the romantic +hills, piled on each other to a tremendous +height; and between them are deep, abrupt, +silent glens, which at a distance +seem inaccessible to the human foot; +while the whole is covered with timber of +a gigantic size, and a luxuriant foliage of +the deepest hues. Throughout this scene +there is a pleasing solitariness, that speaks +peace to the mind, and invites the fancy +to soar abroad, among the tranquil haunts +of meditation. Sometimes the splashing +of the oar is heard, and the boatman's +song awakens the surrounding echoes; +but the most usual music is that of the +native songsters, whose melody steals +pleasingly on the ear, with every modulation, +at all hours, and in every change of +situation.—<i>Hon. Judge Hall's Letters +from the West</i>.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SNOW-WOMAN'S STORY.</h3> + +<h4>By Miss Edgeworth.</h4> + + +<p>"Yes, madam, I bees an Englishwoman, +though so low now and untidy like—it's +a shame to think of it—a Manchester woman, +ma'am—and my people was once +in a bettermost sort of way—but sore +pinched latterly." She sighed, and paused.</p> + +<p>"I married an Irishman, madam," +continued she, and sighed again.</p> + +<p>"I hope he gave you no reason to +sigh," said Gerald's father.</p> + +<p>"Ah, no, sir, never!" answered the +Englishwoman, with a faint sweet smile. +"Brian Dermody is a good man, and +was always a koind husband to me, as +far and as long as ever he could, I will +say that—but my friends misliked him—no +help for it. He is a soldier, sir,—of +the forty-fifth. So I followed my husband's +fortins, as nat'ral, through the +world, till he was ordered to Ireland. +Then he brought the children over, and +settled us down there at Bogafin in a +little shop with his mother—a widow. +She was very koind too. But no need to +tire you with telling all. She married +again, ma'am, a man young enough to +be her son—a nice man he was to look at +too—a gentleman's servant he had been. +Then they set up in a public-house. +Then the whiskey, ma'am, that they bees +all so fond of—he took to drinking it in +the morning even, ma'am—and that was +bad, to my thinking."</p> + +<p>"Ay, indeed!" said Molly, with a +groan of sympathy; "oh the whiskey! +if men could keep from it!"</p> + +<p>"And if women could!" said Mr. +Crofton in a low voice.</p> + +<p>The Englishwoman looked up at him, +and then looked down, refraining from +assent to his smile.</p> + +<p>"My mother-in-law," continued she, +"was very koind to me all along, as far +as she could. But one thing she could +not do; that was, to pay me back the +money of husband's and mine that I lent +her. I thought this odd of her—and +hard. But then I did not know the ways +of the country in regard to never paying +debts."</p> + +<p>"Sure it's not the ways of all Ireland, +my dear," said Molly; "and it's only +them that has not that can't pay—how +can they?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know—it's not for me to say," +said the Englishwoman, reservedly; "I +am a stranger. But I thought if they +could not pay me, they need not have kept +a jaunting-car."</p> + +<p>"Is it a jaunting-car?" cried Molly. +She pushed from her the chair on which +she was leaning—"Jaunting-car bodies! +and not to pay you!—I give them up intirely. +Ill-used you were, my poor Mrs. +Dermody—and a shame! and you a stranger! +But them were Connaught people. +I ask your pardon—finish your story."</p> + +<p>"It is finished, ma'am. They were +ruined, and all sold; and I could not stay +with my children to be a burthen. I +wrote to husband, and he wrote me word +to make my way to Dublin, if I could, to +a cousin of his in Pill-lane—here's the +direction—and that if he can get leave +from his colonel, who is a good gentleman, +he will be over to settle me somewhere, to +get my bread honest in a little shop, or +some way. I am used to work and hard-*ship; +so I don't mind. Brian was very +koind in his letter, and sent me all he +had—a pound, ma'am—and I set out +on my journey on foot, with the three +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> +children. The people on the road were +very koind and hospitable indeed; I have +nothing to say against the Irish for that; +they are more hospitabler a deal than in +England, though not always so honest. +Stranger as I was, I got on very well till +I came to the little village here hard by, +where my poor boy that is gone first fell +sick of the measles. His sickness, and the +'pot'ecary' stuff and all, and the lodging +and living ran me very low. But I paid +all, every farthing; and let none know +how poor I was, for I was ashamed, you +know, ma'am, or I am sure they would +have helped me, for they are a koind +people, I will say that for them, and +ought so to do, I am sure. Well, I +pawned some of my things, my cloak +even, and my silk bonnet, to pay honest; +and as I could not do no otherwise, I left +them in pawn, and, with the little money +I raised, I set out forwards on my road to +Dublin again, so soon as I thought my +boy was able to travel. I reckoned too +much upon his strength. We had got +but a few miles from the village when he +dropped, and could not get on; and I was +unwilling and ashamed to turn back, having +so little to pay for lodgings. I saw a +kind of hut, or shed, by the side of a hill. +There was nobody in it. It was empty +of every thing but some straw, and a few +turf, the remains of a fire. I thought +there would be no harm in taking shelter +in it for my children and myself for the +night. The people never came back to +whom it belonged, and the next day my +poor boy was worse; he had a fever this +time. Then the snow came on. We had +some little store of provisions that had +been made up for us for the journey to +Dublin, else we must have perished when +we were snowed up. I am sure the people +in the village never know'd that we were +in that hut, or they would have come to +help us, for they bees very koind people. +There must have been a day and a night +that passed, I think, of which I know +nothing. It was all a dream. When I +got up from my illness, I found my boy +dead—and the others with famished looks. +Then I had to see them faint with hunger."</p> + +<p>The poor woman had told her story +without any attempt to make it pathetic, +and thus far without apparent emotion or +change of voice; but when she came to +this part, and spoke of her children, her +voice changed and failed—she could only +add, looking at Gerald, "You know the +rest, master; Heaven bless you!"</p> + +<p><i>The Christmas Box</i></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE COSMOPOLITE.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>ENGLISH GARDENS.</h3> + + +<p>We are veritable sticklers for old customs; +and accordingly at this season of +the year, have our room decorated with +holly and other characteristic evergreens. +For the last hour we have been seated +before a fine bundle of these festive trophies; +and, strange as it may seem, this +circumstance gave rise to the following +paper. The holly reminded us of the +Czar Peter spoiling the garden-hedge at +Sayes Court; this led us to John Evelyn, +the father of English gardening: and the +laurels drove us into shrubbery nooks, +and all the retrospections of our early +days, and above all to our early love of +gardens. Our enthusiasm was then unaffected +and uninfluenced by great examples; +we had neither heard nor read of +Lord Bacon nor Sir William Temple, nor +any other illustrious writer on gardening; +but this love was the pure offspring of our +own mind and heart. Planting and transplanting +were our delight; the seed which +our tiny hands let fall into the bosom of +the earth, we almost watched peeping +through little clods, after the kind and +quickening showers of spring; and we +regarded the germinating of an upturned +bean with all the surprise and curiosity +of our nature. As we grew in mind and +stature, we learned the loftier lessons of +philosophy, and threw aside the "Pocket +Gardener," for the sublime chapters of +Bacon and Temple; and as the stream +of life carried us into its vortex, we learned +to contemplate their pages as the living +parterres of a garden, and their bright +imageries as fascinating flowers. As we +journeyed onward through the busy herds +of crowded cities, we learned the holier +influences of gardens in reflecting that a +garden has been the scene of man's birth—his +fall—and proffered redemption.</p> + +<p>It would be difficult to find a subject +which has been more fervently treated by +poets and philosophers, than the <i>love of +gardens</i>. In old Rome, poets sung of +their gardens. Ovid is so fond of flowers, +that in his account of the Rape of Proserpine, +in his Fasti, he devotes several +lines to the enumeration of flowers gathered +by her attendants. But the passion +for gardening, which evidently came from +the East, never prevailed much in Europe +till the times of the religious orders, who +greatly improved it.</p> + +<p>Our anecdotical recollections of the +taste for gardens must be but few, or +they will carry us beyond our limits. +Lord Bacon appears to have done more +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span> +towards their encouragement than any +other writer, and his essay on gardens +is too well known to admit of quotation. +Sir William Temple has, however, +many eloquent passages in his writings, +in one of which he calls <i>gardening</i> the +"inclination of kings, the choice of philosophers, +and the common favourite of +public and private men; a pleasure of +the greatest, and the care of the meanest; +and, indeed, an employment and a possession, +for which no man is too high or too +low." Perhaps John Evelyn did more +than either of these philosophers. Temple's +garden at Moor Park was one of the +most beautiful of its kind; but at the +time when Evelyn introduced ornamental +gardening into England, there were no +examples for imitation. All was devised +by his own active mind; and in the political +storms of his time, his garden and +plantations became subjects of popular +conversation; while the intervals of his +secession from public life were filled up +in writing several practical treatises on his +favourite science. At Wotton, in Surrey, +may be seen the large, enclosed +flower-garden, which was to have formed +one of the principal objects in his "Elysium +Britannicum;" and this idea has +been partly realized by one of his successors.</p> + +<p>Andrew Marvell has, however, anathematized +gardens with much severity, in +some lines entitled "The Mower against +Gardens;" and commencing thus:—</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use,</p> +<p class="i2">Did after him the world seduce,</p> +<p>And from the fields the flowers and plants allure,</p> +<p class="i2">Where nature was most plain and pure.</p> +<p>He first enclos'd within the garden's square</p> +<p class="i2">A dead and standing pool of air;</p> +<p>And a more luscious earth from them did knead,</p> +<p class="i2">Which stupify'd them while it fed, &c,</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>On the other side, old Gerarde asks +his courteous and well-willing readers—"Whither +do all men walk for their +honest recreation, but where the earth has +most beneficially painted her face with +flourishing colours? and what season of +the year more longed for than the spring, +whose gentle breath entices forth the +kindly sweets, and makes them yield +their fragrant smells." Lord Bacon, too, +thus fondly dwells on part of its allurements:—"That +flower, which above all +others yields the sweetest smell in the air, +is the violet. Next to that is the musk-rose, +then the strawberry leaves, dying +with a most excellent cordial smell. +Then sweet briars, then wall flowers, +which are very delightful to be set under +a parlour, or lower chamber window. +But those which perfume the air most delightfully, +not passed by as the rest, but +being trodden upon and crushed, are +three, that is burner, wild thyme, and +water mints. Therefore, you are to set +whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure +where you walk or tread." Sir William +Temple says Epicurus studied, exercised, +and taught his philosophy in his +garden. Milton, we know, passed many +hours together in his garden at Chalfont; +Cowley poured forth the greatness of his +soul in his rural retreat at Chertsey; and +Lord Shaftesbury wrote his "Characteristics," +at a delightful spot near Reigate. +Pope, in one of his letters, says, "I am +in my garden, amused and easy; this is +a scene where one finds no disappointment;"—and +within the same neighbourhood, Thomson</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Sung the Seasons and their change."</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>England can likewise boast of very +great names who have been attached to +this art, though they have not written on +the subject. Lord Burleigh, Sir Walter +Raleigh, Lord Capell, William III—for +Switzer tells us, that "in the least interval +of ease, gardening took up a great +part of his time, in which he was not only +a delighter, but likewise a great judge,"—the +Earl of Essex, whom Lord William +Russell said "was the worthiest, the +justest, the sincerest, and the most concerned +for the public, of any man he +ever knew;" Lord William Russell too, +who, as Switzer tells us, "made Stratton, +about seven miles from Winchester, +his seat, and his gardens there were some +of the best that were made in those early +days, such indeed as have mocked some +that have been done since, and the gardens +at Southampton House, in Bloomsbury +Square, were also of his making." +Henry, Earl of Danby, the Earl of Gainsborough, +"the <i>Maecenas</i> of his age," the +Earl of Halifax, the friend of Addison, +Swift, Pope, and Steele; Lord Weymouth, +of Longleate; Dr. Sherard, of +Eltham; the Earl of Scarborough, an +accomplished nobleman, immortalized by +Pope, and by the fine pen of Chesterfield; +and the Duke of Argyle, with numerous +other men of rank and science, have +highly assisted in elevating gardening to +the station it has long since held.<a id="footnotetag6" name="footnotetag6"></a><a href="#footnote6"><sup>6</sup></a></p> + + +<p>Beauty and health are the attributes of +gardening. In illustration of the former, +we remember a passage from Gervase +Markham, thus: "As in the composition +of a delicate woman the grace of her +cheeke is the mixture of red and white, +the wonder of her eye blacke and white, +and the beauty of her hand blew and +white, any of which is not said to be +beautifull if it consist of single or simple +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> +colours; and so in walkes or alleyes, the +all greene, nor the all yellow, cannot be +said to be most beautifull; but the greene +and yellow, (that is to say the untroade +grasse, and the well-knit gravelle) being +equally mixt, give the eye both lustre +and delight beyond comparison." Abercrombie +lived to the age of <i>eighty</i>, when +he died by a fall down stairs in the dark. +He was present at the battle of Preston +Pans, which was fought close to his father's +garden walls. For the last twenty +years he lived chiefly on tea, using it +three times a-day; his pipe was his first +companion in the morning, and last at +night. He never remembered to have +taken a dose of physic in his life; prior +to his last fatal accident, nor of having a +day's illness but once."</p> + +<p>The association of gardening with pastoral +poetry, was exemplified in Shenstone's +design of the Leasowes—as Mr. +Whately observes—a perfect picture of +his mind, simple, elegant, and amiable, +and which will always suggest a doubt +whether the spot inspired his verses, or +whether in the scenes which he formed, +he only realized the pastoral images +which abound in his songs. That elegant +trifler, Horace Walpole, was enthusiastically +fond of gardening. One day +telling his nurseryman that he would +have his trees planted irregularly, he replied, +"Yes, sir, I understand; you +would have them hung down—somewhat +<i>poetical</i>."</p> + +<p>PHILO.</p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>NOTES OF A READER.</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>PORTRAIT OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.</h3> + + +<p>Appended to a fine portrait of Sir Walter +Scott, in the <i>Literary Souvenir</i> for +1829, is the following—by <i>Barry Cornwall</i>:—</p> + +<p>We can scarcely imagine a thing much +more pleasant indeed, to an artist, than +to be brought face to face with some +famous person, and permitted to examine +and scrutinize his features, with that careful +and intense curiosity, that seems necessary +to the perfecting a likeness. It +must have been to Raffaelle, at once a +relaxation from his ordinary study, and a +circumstance interesting in itself, thus to +look into faces so full of meaning as those +of Julius and Leo—and to say, "That +look—that glance, which seems so transient, +will I fix for ever. Thus shall he +be seen, with that exact expression (although +it lasted but for an instant) five +hundred years after he shall be dust and +ashes!"</p> + +<p>This was probably the feeling of +Raffaelle; and it must have been with a +somewhat similar pride that our excellent +artist, Mr. Leslie, accomplished his +portrait of Sir Walter Scott, which the +reader will have already admired in this +volume. It is surely a perfect work. No +one, who has once seen the great author, +can forget that strange and peculiar look +(so full of meaning, and shrewd and cautious +observation—so entirely characteristic, +in short, of the mind within) which +Mr. Leslie has succeeded in catching. +One may gaze on it for ever, and contemplate +an exhaustless subject—all that the +capacious imagination has produced and +is producing,—the populous, endless +world of fancy.</p> + +<p>Let the reader look, and be assured +that <i>there</i> is the strange spirit that has +discovered and wrought all the fine +shapes that he has been accustomed to +look upon with wonder—Claverhouse, +and Burley, and Bothwell,—Meg Merrilies +and Elspeth—the high and the low—the +fierce and the fair—Cavaliers and +Covenanters, and the rest—presenting an +assemblage of character that is absolutely +unequalled, except in the pages of Shakspeare +alone. There is no other writer, +be he Greek, or Goth, or Roman, who +has ever astonished the world by creations +so infinitely diversified. The mind +of the author appears so free from egotism, +so large and serene, so clear of all +images of self, that it receives, as in a +lucid mirror, all the varieties of nature.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>ON A GIRL SLEEPING.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Thou liv'st! yet how profoundly deep</p> +<p>The silence of thy tranquil sleep!</p> +<p class="i2">Like death it almost seems:</p> +<p>So all unbroke the sighs which flow</p> +<p>From thy calm breast of spotless snow,</p> +<p class="i2">Like music heard in dreams.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Thy soul is filled with gentle thought,</p> +<p>Unto its shrine by angels brought</p> +<p class="i2">From Heaven's supreme abode;</p> +<p>Thy dreams are not of earthly things,</p> +<p>But, borne upon Religion's wings,</p> +<p class="i2">They lift thee up to God.</p> + </div> </div> +<p><i>Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + + +<p>A species of <i>fames canina</i> is to be met +with amongst schoolboys, which affects +the <i>juveniles</i> most when most in health. +We remember a gentleman offering a +wager, that a boy taken promiscuously +from any of the public charity-schools, +should, five minutes after his dinner, eat +a pound of beef-steaks.—<i>Brande's Jour.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE GIPSY'S MALISON.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Suck, baby, suck, mother's love grows by giving,</p> +<p>Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting;</p> +<p>Black manhood comes, when riotous guilty living</p> +<p>Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> +<p>Kiss, baby, kiss, mother's lips shine by kisses,</p> +<p>Choke the warm breath that else would fail in blessings;</p> +<p>Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses</p> +<p>Tender thee the kiss that poisons 'mid caressings.</p> +<p>Hang, baby, hang, mother's love loves such forces,</p> +<p>Strain the fond neck that bends still to thy clinging:</p> +<p>Black manhood comes, when violent lawless courses</p> +<p>Leave thee a spectacle in rude air swinging.—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So sang a wither'd Sibyl energetical,</p> +<p>And bann'd the ungiving door with lips prophetical.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p>C. LAMB. <i>Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>EPICURES.</h3> + + +<p>As a mere untravelled practical Englishman, +and, moreover, of the old school, +Quin, no doubt, ranks high in the lists +of gastronomy: but he is completely distanced +by many moderns, both in love +for and knowledge of the science. Among +the most noted of the moderns we beg to +introduce our readers to Mr. Rogerson, an +enthusiast and a martyr. He, as may be +presumed, was educated at that University +where the rudiments of palatic science +are the most thoroughly impressed +on the ductile organs of youth. His father, +a gentleman of Gloucestershire, +sent him abroad to make the grand tour, +upon which journey, says our informant, +young Rogerson attended to nothing but +the various modes of cookery, and methods +of eating and drinking luxuriously. +Before his return his father died, and he +entered into the possession of a very large +monied fortune, and a small landed estate. +He was now able to look over his notes of +epicurism, and to discover where the +most exquisite dishes were to be had, and +the best cooks procured. He had no other +servants in his house than men cooks; +his butler, footman, housekeeper, coachman, +and grooms, were all cooks. He +had three Italian cooks, one from Florence, +another from Sienna, and a third +from Viterbo, for dressing one dish, the +<i>docce piccante</i> of Florence. He had a +messenger constantly on the road between +Brittany and London, to bring him the +eggs of a certain sort of plover, found +near St. Maloes. He has eaten a single +dinner at the expense of fifty-eight +pounds, though himself only sat down to +it, and there were but two dishes. He +counted the minutes between meals, and +seemed totally absorbed in the idea, or in +the action of eating, yet his stomach was +very small; it was the exquisite flavour +alone, that he sought. In nine years he +found his table dreadfully abridged by the +ruin of his fortune; and himself hastening +to poverty. This made him melancholy, +and brought on disease. When +totally ruined, having spent near 150,000l., +a friend gave him a guinea to keep him +from starving; and he was found in a +garret soon after roasting an ortolan with +his own hands. We regret to add, that +a few days afterwards, this extraordinary +youth shot himself. We hope that his +notes are not lost to the dining world.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>COLLEGE DREAMS.</h3> + + +<p>How often in senior common-rooms may +be marked the gradual dropping asleep +of the learned and venerable members! +First, after a few rounds of the bottle, +the tongues, which are tired of eulogizing +or vituperating the various dishes which +had smoked upon the board, gradually +begin to be still,—soon conversation +comes absolutely to a stand,—the candles +grow alarmingly long in the wick,—comparative +darkness involves the sage assembly,—and +first one, then another, +drops off into a placid and harmonious repose. +Then what dreams float before the +eyes of their imagination! Blue silk +pelisses jostling shovel hats, church spires +dancing in most admired disorder, fat +incumbents falling down in a fit, neat +clerical-looking gigs standing at vicarage +doors, and these all incongruously commingled +with white veils, lawn sleeves, +roast beef, pulpit cushions, bright eyes, +and small black sarsnet shoes. Suddenly +the chapel bell dissolves the fleeting fabric +of the vision; and, behold! the white +veil is a poet's imagination, the church +spire is still at a miserable distance, the +vicarage is a Utopian nonentity, and the +fat incumbent, in a state of the ruddiest +health, is the only reality of the dream.</p> + +<p><i>—Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>WOMAN</h3> + + +<p>Nothing sets so wide a mark "between +the vulgar and the noble seed" as the +respect and reverential love of womanhood. +A man who is always sneering at woman +is generally a coarse profligate, or a coarse +bigot, no matter which.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h3>ANGLING.</h3> + +<p>We have often thought that angling +alone offers to man the degree of half-business, +half-idleness, which the fair sex +find in their needle-work or knitting, +which, employing the hands, leaves the +mind at liberty, and occupying the attention +so far as is necessary to remove the +painful sense of a vacuity, yet yields +room for contemplation, whether upon +things heavenly or earthly, cheerful or +melancholy.—<i>Quarterly Rev.</i></p> + + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> +<h2>THE GATHERER.</h2> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10">"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."</p> +<p class="i14"> SHAKSPEARE.</p> + </div> </div> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>LAUGHTER.</h3> + + +<p>"Laugh and grow fat," is an old adage; +and Sterne tells us, that every time a +man laughs, he adds something to his +life. An eccentric philosopher, of the +last century, used to say, that he liked +not only to laugh himself, but to see +laughter, and hear laughter. "Laughter, +Sir, laughter is good for health; it +is a provocative to the appetite, and a +friend to digestion. Dr. Sydenham, Sir, +said the arrival of a merry-andrew in a +town was more beneficial to the health of +the inhabitants than twenty asses loaded +with medicine." Mr. Pott used to say +that he never saw the "Tailor riding to +Brentford," without feeling better for a +week afterwards.</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>LEGAL PEARL-DIVERS.</h3> + + +<p>Every barrister can "shake his head," +and too often, like Sheridan's Lord Burleigh, +it is the only proof he vouchsafes +of his wisdom. Curran used to call +these fellows "legal pearl-divers."—"You +may observe them," he would say, +"their heads barely under water—their +eyes shut, and an index floating behind +them, displaying the precise degree of +their purity and their depth."</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>GRAMMATICAL LEARNING.</h3> + + +<p>An author left a comedy with Foote for +perusal; and on the next visit asked for +his judgment on it, with rather an ignorant +degree of assurance. "If you looked +a little more to the grammar of it, I +think," said Foote, "it would be better."—"To +the grammar of it, Sir! What! +would you send me to school again?"—"And +pray, Sir," replied Foote, very +gravely, "would that do you any +harm?"</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>SWEARING BY PROXY.</h3> + + +<p>Cardinal Dubois used frequently, in +searching after any thing he wanted, to +swear excessively. One of his clerks +told him, "Your eminence had better +hire a man to swear for you, and then +you will gain so much time."</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE MUNIFICENT SAINT.</h3> + + +<p>A devout lady offered up a prayer to +St. Ignatius for the conversion of her +husband; a few days after, the man +died; "What a good saint is our Ignatius!" +exclaimed the consolable widow, +"he bestows on us more benefits than we +ask for!"</p> + + +<hr /> + +<h3>PRODIGALITY.</h3> + + +<p>A petty journalist was boasting in company, +that he was a dispenser of fame to +those on whom he wrote. 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[PRICE 2d. + + + + * * * * * + + + + +BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM. + +[Illustration: BRUCE CASTLE, TOTTENHAM.] + + +The engraving represents this interesting structure, as it appeared in +the year 1686; being copied from a print, after a picture by Wolridge. + +The original castle was very ancient, as appears by the foundations, and +an old brick tower over a deep well, the upper part of which has been +used as a dairy. The castle is said to have been built by Earl Waltheof, +who, in 1069 married Judith, niece to William the Conqueror, who gave +him the earldom of Northampton and Huntingdon for her portion. Matilda +or Maud, their only child, after the death of Simon St. Liz, her first +husband, married David, first of the name, king of Scotland; and Maud, +being heiress of Huntingdon, had in her own right, as an appendix to +that honour, the manor of Tottenham in Middlesex. + +Robert Bruce, grandson of David, Earl of Huntingdon, and grandfather to +Robert I. of Scotland, memorable as the restorer of the independence of +his country, became one of the competitors for the crown of Scotland in +1290, but being superseded by John Baliol, Bruce retired to England, and +settled at his grandfather's estate at Tottenham, repaired the castle, +and acquiring another manor, called it and the castle after his own +name. Shakspeare says, + + Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns, + +and the fortunes of the two Bruces are "confirmation strong as holy +writ." + +The estate being forfeited to the crown, it had different proprietors, +till 1631, when it was in the possession of Hugh Hare, Lord Coleraine. +Henry Hare, the last Lord Coleraine of that family, having been deserted +by his wife, who obstinately refused, for twenty years, to return to +him, formed a connexion with Miss Roze Duplessis, a French lady, by whom +he had a daughter, born in Italy, whom he named Henrietta Roza +Peregrina, and to whom he left all his estates. This lady married the +late Mr. Alderman Townsend; but, being an alien, she could not take the +estates; and the will being legally made, barred the heirs at law; so +that the estate escheated to the crown. However, a grant of these +estates, confirmed by act of parliament, was made to Mr. Townsend and +his lady, whose son, Henry Hare Townsend, Esq. in 1792, voluntarily sold +the property for the payment of the family debts; and "although the +castle may soon be levelled with the ground, yet the destruction of this +ancient fabric will acquire him more honour, than if the prudence of his +ancestors had enabled him to restore the three towers, of which now only +one remains."[1] + + [1] Gough's Camden. + +The present mansion is partly ancient, and partly modern, and was very +lately the property of Sir William Curtis, Bart. Up to the period at +which the castle is represented in the engraving, the building must have +undergone many alterations, as the tower on the left, and the two +octagonal and centre towers, will prove. The grounds there appear laid +out in the trim fashion of the seventeenth century, and ornamented with +fountains, vases, &c. + + + * * * * * + +NEW YEAR'S CUSTOM. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +BROMLEY PAGETS, Staffordshire, is 129 miles from London, and is a pretty +town on the skirts of Derbyshire. This place is remarkable, or was +lately, for a sport on New Year's Day and Twelfth Day, called _The +Hobby-Horse Dance_, from a person who rode upon the image of a horse, +with a bow and arrow in his hands, with which he made a snapping noise, +and kept time to the music, while six men danced the hay and other +country dances, with as many deer's heads on their shoulders. To this +hobby-horse belonged a pot, which the reeves of the town kept filled +with cakes and ale, towards which the spectators contributed a penny, +and with the remainder they maintained their poor and repaired the +church. + +HALBERT H. + + + * * * * * + +THE BARON'S TRUMPET. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + Thou blowest for Hector. + TROILUS and CRESSIDA. + + + Sound, sound the charge, when the wassel bowl + Is lifted with songs, let the trumpets shrill blast + Awaken like fire in the warrior's soul, + The bright recollections of chivalry past; + Let the lute or the lyre the soft stripling rejoice, + No music on earth is so sweet as thy voice. + + Sound, sound the charge when the foe is before us, + When the visors are closed and the lances are down, + If we fall, let the banner of victory o'er us + Dance time to thy clarion that sings our renown: + To the souls of the valiant no requiem is given, + So fit as thine echoes, to soothe them in heaven. + +LEON. + + + + * * * * * + +THE NEW YEAR + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + + Twenty-nine, Father Janus! and can it be true, + That your _double-fac'd_ sconce is again in our view? + Take a chair, my old boy--while our glasses we fill, + And tell us, "what news"--for you can if you will. + + Shall we have any war? or will there be peace? + Will swindlers, as usual, the credulous fleece? + Will the season produce us a _deluge_ of rain? + Did the comet bring coughs and catarrhs in his train? + + Will gas, so delicious, _perfume_ our abodes? + Will McAdam continue "Colossus of _roads?_" + Will Venus's boy be abroad with his bow, + And make the dear girls over bachelors crow? + + Will _quid-nuncs_ from scandalous whispers refrain? + Will poets the pent of Parnassus attain? + Will travellers' tomes touch the truth to a T? + Will critics from caustic coercion be free? + + Shall we check crafty care in his cunning career? + In short--shall we welcome a happy new year? + What, _mum_, Father Janus?--egad I suppose, + Not one of our queries you mean to disclose. + + Let us, therefore, the blessings which Providence sends, + To our country, to us, our relations and friends, + With gratitude own--and employ the supplies, + As prudence suggests, "to be merry and wise." + + Nor ever, too curious the future to pry, + Presume on our own feeble strength to rely; + But, taught by the _past;_ for the _future_, depend + Where the wise and the good all their wishes extend. + +JACOBUS. + + + * * * * * + +FALLING STONES. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +Of these bodies, the most general opinion now is, that they are really +of _celestial_ origin. But a few years ago, nothing could have appeared +more absurd than the idea that we should ever be able to examine the +most minute fragment of the siderial system; and it must, no doubt, be +reckoned among the wonders of the age in which we live, that +considerable portions of these heavenly bodies are now known to have +descended to the earth. An event so wonderful and unexpected was at +first received with incredulity and ridicule; but we may now venture to +consider the fact as well established as any other hypothesis of natural +philosophy, which does not actually admit of mathematical demonstration. +The attention of our philosophers was first called to this subject by +the falling of one of these masses of matter near Flamborough Head, in +Yorkshire; it weighed about 50 pounds, and for some years after its +descent did not excite the interest it deserved, nor would perhaps that +attention have been paid to it which was required for the investigation +of the truth, if a similar and more striking phenomenon had not happened +a few years afterwards at Benares, in the East Indies. Some fragments of +the stones which fell in India were brought to Sir Joseph Banks by Major +Williams; and Sir Joseph being desirous of knowing if there might not be +some truth in these repeated accounts of falling stones, gave them to be +analyzed, when it was found by a very skilful analysis, published in the +Transactions, 1802, that the stones collected in various countries, and +to which a similar history is attached, contained very peculiar +ingredients, and all of the same kind. The earthy parts were silex and +magnesia, in which were interspersed small grains of metallic iron. +Since these investigations, the subject has attracted very general +attention, and most of the fragments of stones said to have fallen from +heaven, and which have been preserved in the cabinets of the curious, on +account of this tradition, have been analyzed, and found to consist of +the same ingredients, varying only in their different proportions. + +Pliny relates, that a great stone fell near Egos Potamos, in the +Thracian Chersonese, in the second year of the 78th Olympiad. In the +year 1706, another large stone is, on the authority of Paul Lucas, then +at Larissa, said to have fallen in Macedonia. It weighed 72 pounds. +Cardan assures us, that a shower of at least 1,200 stones fell in Italy, +the largest of which weighed 120 pounds; and their fall was accompanied +by a great light in the air. + +The caaba, or great black stone, preserved by the Mahometans in the +Temple of Mecca, had probably a celestial origin. It is said to have +been brought from heaven by the angel Gabriel. Some astronomers imagine +that these stones have been thrown from a lunar volcano. There is +nothing, perhaps, philosophically inconsistent in this theory, for +volcanic appearances have been seen in the moon; and a force such as our +volcanoes exert would be sufficient to project fragments that might +possibly arrive at the surface of the earth. But probability is +certainly against it, and it seems more likely that they are fragments +of comets. For those bodies, from their own nature, must be subject to +chemical changes of a very violent nature; add to this, that from the +smallness of their dimensions, a fragment projected from them with a +very slight velocity would never return to the mass to which it +originally belonged; but would traverse the celestial regions till it +met with some planetary or other body sufficiently ponderous to attract +it to itself. + +We have numerous other instances of these phenomena, which are attested +by many very credible witnesses, but I will not at present monopolize +more of your valuable pages with this subject, though one of +considerable interest; yet I may, perhaps, at some future period, if +agreeable, send you a few rather more circumstantial and more +interesting accounts than the above. + +_Near Sheffield._ + +J.M.C----D. + + + * * * * * + +THE POET, CHATTERTON. + +_(To the Editor of the Mirror.)_ + + +Should the following notice of Chatterton, which I copy from a _small +handkerchief_ in my possession, be thought worthy of a place in the +MIRROR, you will oblige me by inserting it. The handkerchief has been in +my possession about twenty-five years, and was probably printed soon +after the poet's death; he is represented sitting at a table, writing, +in a miserable apartment; behind him the bed turned up, &c. + +SUFFOLK. + + +_The Distressed Poet, or a true representation of the unfortunate +Chatterton._ + +The painting from which the engraving was taken of the distressed poet, +was the work of a friend of the unfortunate Chatterton. This friend drew +him in the situation in which he is represented in this plate. Anxieties +and cares had advanced his life, and given him an older look than was +suited to his age. The sorry apartment portrayed in the print, the +folded bed, the broken utensil below it, the bottle, the farthing +candle, and the disorderly raiment of the bard, are not inventions of +fancy. They were realities; and a satire upon an age and a nation of +which generosity is doubtless a conspicuous characteristic. But poor +Chatterton was born under a bad star: his passions were too impetuous, +and in a distracted moment he deprived himself of an existence, which +his genius, and the fostering care of the public would undoubtedly have +rendered comfortable and happy. Unknown and miserable while alive, he +now calls forth curiosity and attention. Men of wit and learning employ +themselves to celebrate his talents, and to express their approbation of +his writings. Hard indeed was his fate, born to adorn the times in which +he lived, yet compelled to fall a victim to pride and poverty! His +destiny, cruel as it was, gives a charm to his verses; and while the +bright thought excites admiration, the recollection of his miseries +awakens a tender sympathy and sorrow. Who would not wish that he had +been so fortunate as to relieve a fellow creature so accomplished, from +wretchedness, despair, and suicide? + + +WRITTEN ON VIEWING THE PORTRAIT OF CHATTERTON. + + Ah! what a contrast in that face portray'd, + Where care and study cast alternate shade; + But view it well, and ask thy heart the cause, + Then chide, with honest warmth, that cold applause + Which counteracts the fostering breath of praise, + And shades with cypress the young poet's bays: + Pale and dejected, mark, how genius strives + With poverty, and mark, how well it thrives; + The shabby cov'ring of the gentle bard, + Regard it well, 'tis worthy thy regard, + The friendly cobweb, serving for a screen, + The chair, a part of what it once had been; + The bed, whereon th' unhappy victim slept + And oft unseen, in silent anguish, wept, + Or spent in dear delusive dreams, the night, + To wake, next morning, but to curse the light, + Too deep distress the artist's hand reveals; + But like a friend's the black'ning deed conceals; + Thus justice, to mild complacency bends, + And candour, all harsh influence, suspends. + Enthron'd, supreme in judgment, mercy sits, + And, in one breath condemns, applauds, acquits: + Whoe'er thou art, that shalt this face survey, + And turn, with cold disgust, thine eyes away. + Then bless thyself, that sloth and ignorance bred + Thee up in safety, and with plenty fed, + Peace to thy mem'ry! may the sable plume + Of dulness, round thy forehead ever bloom; + May'st thou, nor can I wish a greater curse; + Live full despis'd, and die without a nurse; + Or, if same wither'd hag, for sake of hire, + Should wash thy sheets, and cleanse thee from the mire, + Let her, when hunger peevishly demands + The dainty morsel from her barb'rous hands, + Insult, with hellish mirth, thy craving maw + And snatch it to herself, and call it law, + Till pinching famine waste thee to the bone + And break, at last, that solid heart of stone. + + + * * * * * + +LAY OF THE WANDERING ARAB. + + + "Away, away, my barb and I," + As free as wave, as fleet as wind, + We sweep the sands of Araby, + And leave a world of slaves behind. + + 'Tis mine to range in this wild garb, + Nor e'er feel lonely though alone; + I would not change my Arab barb, + To mount a drowsy Sultan's throne. + + Where the pale stranger dares not come, + Proud o'er my native sands I rove; + An Arab tent my only home, + An Arab maid my only love. + + Here freedom dwells without a fear-- + Coy to the world, she loves the wild; + Whoever brings a fetter here, + To chain the desert's fiery child. + + What though the Frank may name with scorn, + Our barren clime, our realm of sand, + There were our thousand fathers born-- + Oh, who would scorn his father's land? + + It is not sands that form a waste, + Nor laughing fields a happy clime; + The spot, the most by Freedom graced, + Is where a man feels most sublime! + + "Away, away, my barb and I." + As free as wave as fleet as wind, + We sweep the sands of Araby, + And leave a world of slaves behind! + + + * * * * * + +NOSTALGIA--MALADIE DE PAYS--CALENTURE. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +This disease, according to Dr. Darwin, is an unconquerable desire of +returning to one's native country, frequent in long voyages, in which +the patients become so insane, as to throw themselves into the sea, +mistaking it for green fields or meadows:-- + + "So, by a _calenture_ misled, + The mariner with rapture sees, + On the smooth ocean's azure bed, + Enamell'd fields and verdant trees. + With eager haste he longs to rove + In that fantastic scene, and thinks + It must be some enchanting grove, + And in he leaps, and down he sinks." + +SWIFT. + + +The Swiss are said to be particularly liable to this disease, and when +taken into foreign service, frequently to desert from this cause, and +especially after hearing or singing a particular tune, which was used in +their village dances, in their native country, on which account the +playing or singing this tune was forbidden by the punishment of death. + + "Dear is that shed, to which his soul conforms, + And dear that hill, which lifts him to the storms." + +GOLDSMITH. + + +Rousseau says, "The celebrated Swiss tune, called the _Rans des Vaches_, +is an air, so dear to the Swiss, that it was forbidden under the pain of +death to play it to the troops, as it immediately drew tears from them, +and made those who heard it desert, or die of what is called _la maladie +de pays_, so ardent a desire did it excite to return to their native +country. It is in vain to seek in this air for energetic accents capable +of producing such astonishing effects, for which strangers are unable to +account from the music, which is in itself uncouth and wild. But it is +from habit, recollections, and a thousand circumstances retraced in this +tune by those natives who hear it, and reminding them of their country, +former pleasures of their youth, and all those ways of living, which +occasion a bitter reflection at having lost them. Music, then, does not +affect them as music, but as a reminiscence. This air, though always +the same, no longer produces the same effects at present as it did upon +the Swiss formerly; for having lost their taste for their first +simplicity, they no longer regret its loss when reminded of it. So true +it is, that we must not seek in physical causes the great effects of +sound upon the human heart." + +This disease (says Dr. Winterbottom) affects the natives of Africa as +strongly as it does those of Switzerland; it is even more violent in its +effects on the Africans, and often impels them to dreadful acts of +suicide. Sometimes it plunges them into a deep melancholy, which induces +the unhappy sufferers to end a miserable existence by a more tedious, +though equally certain method, that of dirt eating. + +Such is the powerful influence of the lore of one's native country. + +P.T.W. + + + * * * * * + +SINGULAR CUSTOM OF THE SULTAN OF TURKEY. + +_(For the Mirror.)_ + + +After the opening of the Bairam,[2] a ceremony among the Turks, attended +with more than ordinary magnificence; the Sultan, accompanied by the +Grand Signior and all the principal officers of state, goes to exhibit +himself to the people in a kiosk, or tent near the seraglio point, +seated on a sofa of silver, brought out for the occasion. It is a very +large, wooden couch covered with thick plates of massive silver, highly +burnished, and there is little doubt from the form of it, and the style +in which it is ornamented that it constituted part of the treasury of +the Greek emperors when Constantinople was taken by the Turks. + +INA. + + [2] The Bairam of the Turks answers to our Easter, as their Ramadan + does to our Lent. + + + + * * * * * + +THE SKETCH-BOOK + + * * * * * + +EL BORRACHO.[3] + + [3] The Drunkard; the Spanish origin of this title is endeavoured to + to be recognised in its title. + + +Not long since, a couple resided in the suburbs of Madrid, named Perez +and Juana Donilla; and a happy couple they might have been, had not +Perez contracted a sad habit of drinking, which became more and more +confirmed after every draught of good wine; and such draughts were +certainly more frequent than his finances were in a state to allow. +Night after night was spent at the tavern; fairly might he be said to +_swallow_ all that he earned by his daily labour; and Juana and himself +(fortunately they had no children to maintain) must have been reduced +to absolute mendicity, but for the exemplary conduct of the former, who +contrived to support her spouse and herself upon the scanty produce of +her unwearied industry. If ever a sentiment of gratitude for undeserved +favours animated the bosom of Perez Donilla, he took, it must be +confessed, a strange method of declaring it; not only would he, upon his +return from his lawless carousals, grumble over that humble fare, the +possession of which at all he ought to have considered as scarce less +than a miracle, but, in his madness, unmerciful strappings were sure to +be the portion of his miserable wife. Poor Juana bore these cruelties +with a patience that ought to have canonized her under the title of St. +Grizzle: she could not, indeed, forbear crying out, under these frequent +and severe castigations; nor could she refrain from soliciting the aid +of three or four favourite gentlemen saints, who, little to the credit +of their gallantry and good-nature, always turned a deaf ear upon her +plaints and entreaties; not a word, however, of the inhuman conduct of +her _worser_ half did she breathe to _mortal_ ear. Neighbours, however, +have auricular organs like walls and little pitchers, tongues like +bells, and a spice of meddling and mischief in them like asses; so that +no wise person will suppose the conduct of Perez Donilla to his wife was +long a secret in Madrid. Juana had two brothers and a cousin resident in +the city--Gomez Arias, chief cook to his reverence the Canon Fernando; +Hernan Arias, head groom to Don Miguel de Corcoba, a knight of +Calatrava; and Pedro Pedrillo, a young barber-surgeon, in business for +himself. Gomez and Hernan, hearing of Juana's misfortunes, said, like +affectionate brothers. "God help our poor sister, and may her own +relations help her also; for if _they_ do not, nobody else will, and she +certainly can't help herself." The like words they repeated to Pedro +Pedrillo, until he, being a sharp, handsome young fellow, and +particularly fond of showing forth his fine person and finer wit, agreed +to visit his cousin, and contrive some plan to extricate her from the +cruelty of Perez. Making himself, therefore, as fascinating as possible, +he marched directly to the house, or rather cabin, of Juana Donilla, and +stood before her, smiling and watching her small, thin fingers plaitting +straw for hats, some minutes ere she was aware of his presence. "Pedro!" +exclaimed she, with a countenance and voice of pleasure, as she +recognised the intruder.--"Ay, _Pedro_ it is, indeed, Juana; but, +improved as _I_ am. O, mercy upon me, how black _you_ are +looking!"--"_Black_, cousin? Nay, then, I'm sure 'tis not for want of +washing. Come, come, Pedro, no jokes, if you please."--"By St. Jago, +fair cousin, I'm as far from a joke as I am from a diploma; and my +business in this house, as in most houses, is no _jest_, I assure you. +In a word, the cries which you utter when suffering from the insane fury +of your sottish husband have reached even me, and I'm come to offer you +a little advice and assistance. No denial of the fact, Juana; those +black bruises avouch it without a tongue."--Juana held down her head, +colour mounted into her cheeks, tears suffused her eyes, her bosom +heaved convulsively, and for some moments she was silent from confusion, +shame, grief, and gratitude. At length, withdrawing her hand from the +affectionate grasp of Pedro, and dashing it athwart her eyes, she looked +up and said mildly, "Thanks, many thanks, dear cousin, for your +kindness. I cannot dissemble with you; what would you have me do? I +could not _beat_ him in return; and, oh! save him from the arm of +my brothers!"--"What have you always done?"--"Borne his stripes, and +called for help upon St. Jago, St. Francis Xavier, St. Benedict, and +St. Nicholas!"--"And did you never invoke the three holy Maries?"-- +"Never."--"Then that's what you ought to have done," returned Senor +Pedrillo, with the utmost gravity. "Now mind me,--call upon _them_ +for aid next time your husband maltreats you."--"Alas!" sighed the +afflicted wife, "_that_ will most surely be to-night. I've not much +faith in your remedy, Pedro; but may be there's no harm in trying +it."--"Farewell, then, my poor, pretty, patient, black-bruised cousin," +cried Pedrillo; "next time you see the _doctor_, let him know how his +remedy has sped;" and with a comical expression of countenance, half +melancholy, half mirthful, the "trusty and well-beloved cousin" +departed. + +Late that night, Perez Donilla entered his own habitation as intoxicated +and belligerent as ever. "Where's my supper?"--"Here," said his wife, +trembling, as she placed before him a few heads of garlic, a piece of +salted trout, a little oil, and a crust of barley bread. "What's all +this, woman?" exclaimed Perez, in a voice of thunder; and with glaring +eyes and demoniacal fury he dashed the fish at her head, and the rest of +his supper upon the floor. "Wretch! how durst _you_ fatten upon olios +and ragouts, and set trash like _this_ before your _husband?_"--"My +dear," replied Juana, meekly, "I am starving; nothing have I tasted +since breakfast."--"Don't lie, you jade! Where's the wild-fowl and the +Bologna sausage sent you by that rogue, Gomez? Stolen were they from +the canon's kitchen, and you know it! And where's the skin of excellent +Calcavella, from the Caballero's overflowing vaults? Give it to me this +_instant_, you hussy, you vixen, you--"--"Indeed, _indeed_," cried the +unfortunate wife in deep anguish, "I take all the saints in heaven to +witness--."--"That, and that, and _that_," interrupted the furious +tyrant, lashing her severely, according to custom, with a thick thong of +leather, and now and then adding a blow with his fist; "let's see if +_that_ will bring me a supper fit for a Christian, and a draught of Don +Miguel's Calcavella!" Juana remembered Pedrillo's advice, and after +roaring out more loudly than usual for aid from St. Jago, St. Francis, +St. Benedict, and St. Nicholas, shrieked at the highest pitch of her +voice, "May the three blessed Maries help me!" No sooner were the words +uttered, than in rushed three apparitions, arrayed in white, but so +enfolded in lined, that it was impossible to determine whether they +represented men or women; of their visages, only their eyes were +visible, peering frightfully from the white covering of their heads; +each brandished a good stout cudgel, and each, without uttering a word, +falling quick as thought upon Perez Donilla, repaid him the blows he had +lavished on his unhappy wife with such interest, as would have sealed +his fate indubitably, had not she interposed; but upon the entreaties of +that exemplary wife, the three holy Maries remitted the remainder of +their flagellation, and retired, leaving Perez senseless on the floor. +Poor Juana was agonized at beholding the state to which her graceless +partner was reduced, and hauling him, as well as her own exhausted +strength would permit, upon his miserable pallet, washed the blood and +dust from his wounds, and watched his return to consciousness with +unexampled tenderness and dutiful fidelity. Perez at length opened his +eyes, and said, in the mild voice which was natural to him when sober, +"My poor Juana, I wish you could fetch your cousin Pedro to see me; I +think I shall die." Juana was half distracted at this speech; and +running to the next house, bribed a neighbour's child by the promise of +a broad-brimmed straw hat, to shade his complexion from the sun, to run +for Doctor Pedrillo. Pedro soon arrived, and was evidently more puzzled +respecting his deportment than the case of his patient. Sundry "nods, +and becks, and wreathed smiles," and sundry eloquent glances of his +bright black eyes, were covertly bestowed upon his _fair_ cousin; anon, +with ludicrous solemnity, he felt the pulse of Perez, shook his head, +and, in short, imitated with inimitable exactness all the technical +airs and graces of a regular graduate of Salamanca.--"Cousin," cried he +at length, with a sly look at Juana, "I pity your plight--from my soul I +do; but your case is, I am grieved to say, desperate, unless I am +informed of the _cause_ of these monstrous weals, bruises, slashes, and +chafings, in order that my prescription, may--"--"The _cause_ of them," +said Perez, almost frightened to death, "is, having to my cost a _saint_ +of a wife."--"How! that a _misfortune?_ explain yourself, my poor +fellow."--"Readily," replied Donilla, "if that will help to heal +me."--He then explained minutely the circumstances of the case, +concluding thus:--"Not but what I am, after all, remarkably indebted to +Juana, for had she only called the eleven thousand Virgins to her +assistance, their zeal would undoubtedly have divided my body amongst +them; since, then, my wife has such friends in heaven; I shall +henceforth be careful how I enrage them again."--Perez Donilla kept to +his resolution, and the _Three Maries_, whom, without doubt, the +intelligent reader has recognised through their disguise, lived for many +years to rejoice in the blessed effects of a severe, but merited +infliction. M.L.B. + + + + * * * * * + +RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS. + + * * * * * + +THEATRICAL BILL. + + +At a play acted in 1511, on the Feast of St. Margaret, the following +disbursements were made as the charges of the exhibition:-- + + _L. s. d._ + To musicians, for which, however, + they were bound to + perform three nights 0 5 6 + For players, in bread and ale 0 3 1 + For decorations, dresses, and + play-books 1 0 0 + To John Hobbard, priest, and + author of the piece 0 2 8 + For the place in which the + representation was held 0 1 0 + For furniture 0 1 4 + For fish and bread 0 0 4 + For painting three phantoms + and devils 0 0 6 + And for four chickens for the + hero 0 0 4 + +H. B. A. + + + * * * * * + +ROBINSON CRUSOE'S ISLAND. + + +The United States ship, Vincennes, visited the island of Juan Fernandez, +off the coast of Chili, a few months since, and remained there three +days. There were two Yankees and six Otaheitans on the island. The +former had formed a settlement for the purpose of supplying whale-ships +with water, poultry, and vegetables. The soil is said to be +astonishingly fertile. + +_--New York Shipping List, 1366._ + + + * * * * * + +THE LETTER H. + +_From an old History of England._ + + + "Not superstitiously I speak, but H his letter still + Hath been observed ominous to England's good or ill." + + Humber the Hun, with foreign arms, did first the brutes invade; + Helen to Rome's imperial throne the British crown convey'd; + Hengist and Horsus first did plant the Saxons in this isle; + Hungar and Hubba first brought Danes, that sway'd here a long while; + At Harold had the Saxon end at Hardy Knute the Dane; + Henries the First and Second did restore the English reign; + Fourth Henry first for Lancaster did England's crown obtain; + Seventh Henry jarring Lancaster and York unites in peace; + Henry the Eighth did happily Rome's irreligion cease. + + + * * * * * + +CHURCH OF AUSTIN FRIARS. + + +The church of Austin Friars is one of the most ancient Gothic remains in +the City of London. It belonged to a priory dedicated to St. Augustine, +and was founded for the friars Eremites of the order of Hippo, in +Africa, by Humphry Bohun, Earl of Hereford and Essex, 1253. A part of +this once spacious building was granted by Edward VI. to a congregation +of Germans and other strangers, who fled hither from religious +persecutions. Several successive princes have confirmed it to the Dutch, +by whom it has been used as a place of worship. J.M.C. + + + * * * * * + +DAUPHIN OF FRANCE. + +The heir apparent of the crown of France derives his title of Dauphin +from the following very singular circumstance. In 1349, Hubert, second +Count of Dauphiny, being inconsolable for the loss of his heir and only +child, who had leaped from his arms through a window of his palace at +Grenoble into the river Isere, entered into a convent of jacobins, and +ceded Dauphiny to Philip, a younger son of Philip of Valois (for 120,000 +florins of gold each of the value of twenty sols or ten pence English,) +on condition that the eldest son of the king of France should be always +after styled "the Dauphin," from the name of the province thus ceded. +Charles V., grandson to Philip of Valois, was the first who bore the +title in 1530. + + + + + * * * * * + +THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET. + +[Illustration: THE OLD ELEPHANT, FENCHURCH-STREET.] + + +Everything connected with the name of HOGARTH is interesting to the +English reader. He was apprenticed to a silversmith, and from cutting +cyphers on silver spoons, he rose to be sergeant painter to the +king--and from engraving arms and shop-bills, to painting kings and +queens--the very top of the artist's ladder. The soul-breathing impulses +of genius enabled him to effect all this, and his example, (in support +of the maxim, that "every man is the architect of his own fortune,") +will be respected and cherished, at home and abroad, as long as +self-advancement continues to be the great stimulus to aspiring +industry. + +The old Elephant public-house therefore merits the attention of all +lovers of painting and genius; for in it, previous to his celebrity, +lodged WILLIAM HOGARTH. It was built before the fire of London, and +although so near, escaped its ravages; but the house was pulled down a +short time since, and another of more commodious construction erected on +its site. On the wall of the tap-room, in the old house, were four +paintings by Hogarth: one representing the Hudson's Bay Company's +Porters; another, his first idea for the Modern Midnight Conversation, +(differing from the print in a circumstance too broad in its humour for +the graver,) and another of Harlequin and Pierot seeming to be laughing +at the figure in the last picture. On the first floor was a picture of +Harlow Bush Fair, covered over with paint. This information is copied +from an old print picked up in our "collecting" rambles, at the foot of +which it is stated to have been obtained from "Mrs. Hibbert, who has +kept the house between thirty and forty years, and received her +information relating to Mr. Hogarth from persons at that time well +acquainted with him." The paintings were, we believe, removed previous +to the destruction of the old house. + +To the searchers into life and manners, Hogarth's moral paintings, to +which branch of art the above belong, are treasures of great prize; and +whether over his originals at the gallery in Pall Mall, or their copies +at the printsellers--the Elephant in Fenchurch-street, or the "painting +moralist's" tomb in Chiswick churchyard--Englishmen have just cause to +be proud of his name. + + + + * * * * * + +THE SELECTOR + +AND LITERARY NOTICES OF _NEW WORKS_ + + + * * * * * + +DAYS DEPARTED; OR, BANWELL HILL: + +_A Lay of the Severn Sea, by the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles._ + + +This is a delightful volume--full of nature and truth--and in every +respect worthy of "one of the most elegant, pathetic, and original +living poets of England." Moreover, it is just such a book as we +expected from the worthy vicar of Bremhill; dedicated to the Bishop of +Bath and Wells; and dated from Bremhill Parsonage, of which interesting +abode we inserted an unique description in our last volume. + +As our principal object is to give a few of the _poetical pictures_, we +shall be very brief with the prose, and merely quote an outline of the +poem. Mr. Bowles, it appears, is a native of the district in which he +resides, and this circumstance introduces some beautiful retrospective +feelings:-- + + But awhile, + Here let me stand, and gaze upon the scene, + Array'd in living light around, and mark + The morning sunshine,--on that very shore + Where once a child I wander'd,--Oh! return + (I sigh,) "return a moment, days of youth, + Of childhood,--oh, return!" How vain the thought, + Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse, + Unblam'd, may dally with imaginings; + For this wide view is like the scene of life, + Once travers'd o'er with carelessness and glee, + And we look back upon the vale of years, + And hear remembered voices, and behold, + In blended colours, images and shades + Long pass'd, now rising, as at Memory's call, + Again in softer light. + +The poem then proceeds with a description of an antediluvian cave at +Banwell, and a brief sketch of events since the deposit; but, as Mr. +Bowles observes, poetry and geological inquiry do not very amicably +travel together; we must, therefore, soon get out of the cave:-- + + But issuing from the Cave--look round--behold + How proudly the majestic Severn rides + On the sea,--how gloriously in light + It rides! Along this solitary ridge, + Where smiles, but rare, the blue Campanula, + Among the thistles, and grey stones, that peep + Through the thin herbage--to the highest point + Of elevation, o'er the vale below, + Slow let us climb. First, look upon that flow'r + The lowly heath-bell, smiling at our feet. + How beautiful it smiles alone! The Pow'r, + that bade the great sea roar--that spread the Heav'ns-- + That call'd the sun from darkness--deck'd that flow'r, + And bade it grace this bleak and barren hill. + Imagination, in her playful mood, + Might liken it to a poor village maid, + Lowly, but smiling in her lowliness, + And dress'd so neatly, as if ev'ry day + Were Sunday. And some melancholy Bard + Might, idly musing, thus discourse to it:-- + "Daughter of Summer, who dost linger here. + Decking the thistly turf, and arid hill, + Unseen--let the majestic Dahlia + Glitter, an Empress, in her blazonry + Of beauty; let the stately Lily shine, + As snow-white as the breast of the proud Swan, + Sailing upon the blue lake silently, + That lifts her tall neck higher, as she views + The shadow in the stream! Such ladies bright + May reign unrivall'd, in their proud parterres! + Thou would'st not live with them; but if a voice, + Fancy, in shaping mood, might give to thee, + To the forsaken Primrose, thou would'st say, + 'Come, live with me, and we two will rejoice:-- + Nor want I company; for when the sea + Shines in the silent moonlight, elves and fays, + Gentle and delicate as Ariel, + That do their spiritings on these wild bolts-- + Circle me in their dance, and sing such songs + As human ear ne'er heard!'"--But cease the strain, + Lest Wisdom, and severer Truth, should chide. + +Next is a sketch of Steep Holms, introducing the following exquisite +episode: + + Dreary; but on its steep + There is one native flower--the Piony. + She sits companionless, but yet not sad: + She has no sister of the summer-field, + That may rejoice with her when spring returns. + None, that in sympathy, may bend its head, + When the bleak winds blow hollow o'er the rock, + In autumn's gloom!--So Virtue, a fair flow'r, + Blooms on the rock of care, and though unseen, + It smiles in cold seclusion, and remote + From the world's flaunting fellowship, it wears + Like hermit Piety, that smile of peace, + In sickness, or in health, in joy or tears, + In summer-days, or cold adversity; + And still it feels Heav'n's breath, reviving, steal + On its lone breast--feels the warm blessedness + Of Heaven's own light about it, though its leaves + Are wet with ev'ning tears! + So smiles this flow'r: + And if, perchance, my lay has dwelt too long. + Upon one flower which blooms in privacy, + I may a pardon find from human hearts, + For such was my poor Mother![4] + + [4] Daughter of Dr. Grey, author of Memoria Technica, &c. rector of + Hinton, Northamptonshire, and prebendary of St. Paul's. + +We pass over some marine sketches, which are worthy of the _Vernet_ of +poets, a touching description of the sinking of a packet-boat, and the +first sound and sight of the sea--the author's childhood at Uphill +Parsonage--his reminiscences of the clock of Wells Cathedral--and some +real villatic sketches--a portrait of a _Workhouse Girl_--some caustic +remarks on prosing and prig parsons, commentators, and puritanical +excrescences of sects--to some unaffected lines on the village school +children of Castle-Combe, and their annual festival. This is so charming +a picture of rural joy, that we must copy it:-- + + If we would see the fruits of charity. + Look at that village group, and paint the scene. + Surrounded by a clear and silent stream, + Where the swift trout shoots from the sudden ray, + A rural mansion, on the level lawn, + Uplifts its ancient gables, whose slant shade + Is drawn, as with a line, from roof to porch, + Whilst all the rest is sunshine. O'er the trees + In front, the village-church, with pinnacles, + And light grey tow'r, appears, while to the right + An amphitheatre of oaks extends + Its sweep, till, more abrupt, a wooded knoll, + Where once a castle frown'd, closes the scene. + And see, an infant troop, with flags and drum, + Are marching o'er that bridge, beneath the woods, + On--to the table spread upon the lawn, + Raising their little hands when grace is said; + Whilst she, who taught them to lift up their hearts + In prayer, and to "remember, in their youth," + God, "their Creator,"--mistress of the scene, + (Whom I remember once, as young,) looks on, + Blessing them in the silence of her heart. + + And, children, now rejoice,-- + Now--for the holidays of life are few; + Nor let the rustic minstrel tune, in vain, + The crack'd church-viol, resonant to-day, + Of mirth, though humble! Let the fiddle scrape + Its merriment, and let the joyous group + Dance, in a round, for soon the ills of life + Will come! Enough, if one day in the year, + If one brief day, of this brief life, be given + To mirth as innocent as yours! + +Then we have an "aged widow" reading "GOD'S own Word" at her +cottage-door, with her daughter kneeling beside her--a sketch from those +halcyon days, when, in the beautiful allegory of Scripture, "every man +sat under his own fig-tree." This is followed by the "Elysian Tempe of +Stourhead," the seat of Sir Richard Colt Hoare, to whose talents and +benevolence Mr. Bowles pays a merited tribute. Longleat, the residence +of the Bishop of Bath and Wells, succeeds; and Marston, the abode of the +Rev. Mr. Skurray, a friend of the author from his "youthful days," +introduces the following beautiful descriptive snatch:-- + + And witness thou, + Marston, the seat of my kind, honour'd friend-- + My kind and honour'd friend, from youthful days. + Then wand'ring on the banks of Rhine, we saw + Cities and spires, beneath the mountains blue, + Gleaming; or vineyards creep from rock to rock; + Or unknown castles hang, as if in clouds; + Or heard the roaring of the cataract. + Far off,[5] beneath the dark defile or gloom + Of ancient forests--till behold, in light, + Foaming and flashing, with enormous sweep, + Through the rent rocks--where, o'er the mist of spray, + The rainbow, like a fairy in her bow'r, + Is sleeping while it roars--that volume vast, + White, and with thunder's deaf'ning roar, comes down. + + [5] At Shaffhausen. + +Part III. opens with the following metaphorical gem:-- + + The show'r is past--the heath-bell, at our feet, + Looks up, as with a smile, though the cold dew + Hangs yet within its cup, like Pity's tear + Upon the eye-lids of a village-child! + +This is succeeded by a poetic panorama of views from the Severn to +Bristol, introducing a solitary ship at sea--and the "solitary sand:"-- + + No sound was heard, + Save of the sea-gull warping on the wind, + Or of the surge that broke along the shore, + Sad as the seas. + +A picture of Bristol is succeeded by some scenes of great picturesque +beauty--as Wrington, the birth-place of the immortal Locke; Blagdon, the +rural rectory of + + Langhorne, a pastor and a poet too; + +and Barley-Wood, the seat of Mrs. Hannah More. Mr. Bowles also tells us +that the music of "Auld Robin Gray" was composed by Mr. Leaver, rector +of Wrington; and then adds a complimentary ballad to Miss Stephens on +the above air-- + + Sung by a maiden of the South, whose look-- + (Although her song be sweet)--whose look, whose life, + Is sweeter than her song. + +The last Part (IV.) contains some exquisite Sonnets, and the poem +concludes with a "Vision of the Deluge," and the ascent of the Dove of +the ark--in which are many sublime touches of the mastery of poetry. +There are nearly forty pages of Notes, for whose "lightness" and +garrulity Mr. Bowles apologizes. + +Altogether, we have been much gratified with the present work. It +contains poetry after our own heart--the poetry of nature and of +truth--abounding with tasteful and fervid imagery, but never drawing too +freely on the stores of fancy for embellishment. We could detach many +passages that have charmed and fascinated us in out reading; but one +must suffice for an epigrammatic exit:-- + + _--Hope's still light beyond the storms of Time._ + + + * * * * * + +SCENERY OF THE OHIO. + + +The heart must indeed be cold that would not glow among scenes like +these. Rightly did the French call this stream _La Belle Riviere_, (the +beautiful river.) The sprightly Canadian, plying his oar in cadence with +the wild notes of the boat-song, could not fail to find his heart +enlivened by the beautiful symmetry of the Ohio. Its current is always +graceful, and its shores every where romantic. Every thing here is on a +large scale. The eye of the traveller is continually regaled with +magnificent scenes. Here are no pigmy mounds dignified with the name of +mountains, no rivulets swelled into rivers. Nature has worked with a +rapid but masterly hand; every touch is bold, and the whole is grand as +well as beautiful; while room is left for art to embellish and fertilize +that which nature has created with a thousand capabilities. There is +much sameness in the character of the scenery; but that sameness is in +itself delightful, as it consists in the recurrence of noble traits, +which are too pleasing ever to be viewed with indifference; like the +regular features which we sometimes find in the face of a lovely woman, +their charm consists in their own intrinsic gracefulness, rather than in +the variety of their expressions. The Ohio has not the sprightly, +fanciful wildness of the Niagara, the St. Lawrence, or the Susquehanna, +whose impetuous torrents, rushing over beds of rocks, or dashing against +the jutting cliffs, arrest the ear by their murmurs, and delight the eye +with their eccentric wanderings. Neither is it like the Hudson, margined +at one spot by the meadow and the village, and overhung at another by +threatening precipices and stupendous mountains. It has a wild, solemn, +silent sweetness, peculiar to itself. The noble stream, clear, smooth, +and unruffled, swept onward with regular majestic force. Continually +changing its course, as it rolls from vale to vale, it always winds with +dignity, and avoiding those acute angles, which are observable in less +powerful streams, sweeps round in graceful bends, as if disdaining the +opposition to which nature forces it to submit. On each side rise the +romantic hills, piled on each other to a tremendous height; and between +them are deep, abrupt, silent glens, which at a distance seem +inaccessible to the human foot; while the whole is covered with timber +of a gigantic size, and a luxuriant foliage of the deepest hues. +Throughout this scene there is a pleasing solitariness, that speaks +peace to the mind, and invites the fancy to soar abroad, among the +tranquil haunts of meditation. Sometimes the splashing of the oar is +heard, and the boatman's song awakens the surrounding echoes; but the +most usual music is that of the native songsters, whose melody steals +pleasingly on the ear, with every modulation, at all hours, and in every +change of situation.--_Hon. Judge Hall's Letters from the West_. + + + * * * * * + +SNOW-WOMAN'S STORY. + +By Miss Edgeworth. + + +"Yes, madam, I bees an Englishwoman, though so low now and untidy +like--it's a shame to think of it--a Manchester woman, ma'am--and my +people was once in a bettermost sort of way--but sore pinched latterly." +She sighed, and paused. + +"I married an Irishman, madam," continued she, and sighed again. + +"I hope he gave you no reason to sigh," said Gerald's father. + +"Ah, no, sir, never!" answered the Englishwoman, with a faint sweet +smile. "Brian Dermody is a good man, and was always a koind husband to +me, as far and as long as ever he could, I will say that--but my friends +misliked him--no help for it. He is a soldier, sir,--of the +forty-fifth. So I followed my husband's fortins, as nat'ral, through the +world, till he was ordered to Ireland. Then he brought the children +over, and settled us down there at Bogafin in a little shop with his +mother--a widow. She was very koind too. But no need to tire you with +telling all. She married again, ma'am, a man young enough to be her +son--a nice man he was to look at too--a gentleman's servant he had +been. Then they set up in a public-house. Then the whiskey, ma'am, that +they bees all so fond of--he took to drinking it in the morning even, +ma'am--and that was bad, to my thinking." + +"Ay, indeed!" said Molly, with a groan of sympathy; "oh the whiskey! if +men could keep from it!" + +"And if women could!" said Mr. Crofton in a low voice. + +The Englishwoman looked up at him, and then looked down, refraining from +assent to his smile. + +"My mother-in-law," continued she, "was very koind to me all along, as +far as she could. But one thing she could not do; that was, to pay me +back the money of husband's and mine that I lent her. I thought this odd +of her--and hard. But then I did not know the ways of the country in +regard to never paying debts." + +"Sure it's not the ways of all Ireland, my dear," said Molly; "and it's +only them that has not that can't pay--how can they?" + +"I don't know--it's not for me to say," said the Englishwoman, +reservedly; "I am a stranger. But I thought if they could not pay me, +they need not have kept a jaunting-car." + +"Is it a jaunting-car?" cried Molly. She pushed from her the chair on +which she was leaning--"Jaunting-car bodies! and not to pay you!--I give +them up intirely. Ill-used you were, my poor Mrs. Dermody--and a shame! +and you a stranger! But them were Connaught people. I ask your +pardon--finish your story." + +"It is finished, ma'am. They were ruined, and all sold; and I could not +stay with my children to be a burthen. I wrote to husband, and he wrote +me word to make my way to Dublin, if I could, to a cousin of his in +Pill-lane--here's the direction--and that if he can get leave from his +colonel, who is a good gentleman, he will be over to settle me +somewhere, to get my bread honest in a little shop, or some way. I am +used to work and hardship; so I don't mind. Brian was very koind in +his letter, and sent me all he had--a pound, ma'am--and I set out on my +journey on foot, with the three children. The people on the road were +very koind and hospitable indeed; I have nothing to say against the +Irish for that; they are more hospitabler a deal than in England, though +not always so honest. Stranger as I was, I got on very well till I came +to the little village here hard by, where my poor boy that is gone first +fell sick of the measles. His sickness, and the 'pot'ecary' stuff and +all, and the lodging and living ran me very low. But I paid all, every +farthing; and let none know how poor I was, for I was ashamed, you know, +ma'am, or I am sure they would have helped me, for they are a koind +people, I will say that for them, and ought so to do, I am sure. Well, I +pawned some of my things, my cloak even, and my silk bonnet, to pay +honest; and as I could not do no otherwise, I left them in pawn, and, +with the little money I raised, I set out forwards on my road to Dublin +again, so soon as I thought my boy was able to travel. I reckoned too +much upon his strength. We had got but a few miles from the village when +he dropped, and could not get on; and I was unwilling and ashamed to +turn back, having so little to pay for lodgings. I saw a kind of hut, or +shed, by the side of a hill. There was nobody in it. It was empty of +every thing but some straw, and a few turf, the remains of a fire. I +thought there would be no harm in taking shelter in it for my children +and myself for the night. The people never came back to whom it +belonged, and the next day my poor boy was worse; he had a fever this +time. Then the snow came on. We had some little store of provisions that +had been made up for us for the journey to Dublin, else we must have +perished when we were snowed up. I am sure the people in the village +never know'd that we were in that hut, or they would have come to help +us, for they bees very koind people. There must have been a day and a +night that passed, I think, of which I know nothing. It was all a dream. +When I got up from my illness, I found my boy dead--and the others with +famished looks. Then I had to see them faint with hunger." + +The poor woman had told her story without any attempt to make it +pathetic, and thus far without apparent emotion or change of voice; but +when she came to this part, and spoke of her children, her voice changed +and failed--she could only add, looking at Gerald, "You know the rest, +master; Heaven bless you!" + +_The Christmas Box_ + + + + * * * * * + +THE COSMOPOLITE. + + * * * * * + +ENGLISH GARDENS. + + +We are veritable sticklers for old customs; and accordingly at this +season of the year, have our room decorated with holly and other +characteristic evergreens. For the last hour we have been seated before +a fine bundle of these festive trophies; and, strange as it may seem, +this circumstance gave rise to the following paper. The holly reminded +us of the Czar Peter spoiling the garden-hedge at Sayes Court; this led +us to John Evelyn, the father of English gardening: and the laurels +drove us into shrubbery nooks, and all the retrospections of our early +days, and above all to our early love of gardens. Our enthusiasm was +then unaffected and uninfluenced by great examples; we had neither heard +nor read of Lord Bacon nor Sir William Temple, nor any other illustrious +writer on gardening; but this love was the pure offspring of our own +mind and heart. Planting and transplanting were our delight; the seed +which our tiny hands let fall into the bosom of the earth, we almost +watched peeping through little clods, after the kind and quickening +showers of spring; and we regarded the germinating of an upturned bean +with all the surprise and curiosity of our nature. As we grew in mind +and stature, we learned the loftier lessons of philosophy, and threw +aside the "Pocket Gardener," for the sublime chapters of Bacon and +Temple; and as the stream of life carried us into its vortex, we learned +to contemplate their pages as the living parterres of a garden, and +their bright imageries as fascinating flowers. As we journeyed onward +through the busy herds of crowded cities, we learned the holier +influences of gardens in reflecting that a garden has been the scene of +man's birth--his fall--and proffered redemption. + +It would be difficult to find a subject which has been more fervently +treated by poets and philosophers, than the _love of gardens_. In old +Rome, poets sung of their gardens. Ovid is so fond of flowers, that in +his account of the Rape of Proserpine, in his Fasti, he devotes several +lines to the enumeration of flowers gathered by her attendants. But the +passion for gardening, which evidently came from the East, never +prevailed much in Europe till the times of the religious orders, who +greatly improved it. + +Our anecdotical recollections of the taste for gardens must be but few, +or they will carry us beyond our limits. Lord Bacon appears to have done +more towards their encouragement than any other writer, and his essay +on gardens is too well known to admit of quotation. Sir William Temple +has, however, many eloquent passages in his writings, in one of which he +calls _gardening_ the "inclination of kings, the choice of philosophers, +and the common favourite of public and private men; a pleasure of the +greatest, and the care of the meanest; and, indeed, an employment and a +possession, for which no man is too high or too low." Perhaps John +Evelyn did more than either of these philosophers. Temple's garden at +Moor Park was one of the most beautiful of its kind; but at the time +when Evelyn introduced ornamental gardening into England, there were no +examples for imitation. All was devised by his own active mind; and in +the political storms of his time, his garden and plantations became +subjects of popular conversation; while the intervals of his secession +from public life were filled up in writing several practical treatises +on his favourite science. At Wotton, in Surrey, may be seen the large, +enclosed flower-garden, which was to have formed one of the principal +objects in his "Elysium Britannicum;" and this idea has been partly +realized by one of his successors. + +Andrew Marvell has, however, anathematized gardens with much severity, +in some lines entitled "The Mower against Gardens;" and commencing +thus:-- + + Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, + Did after him the world seduce, + And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, + Where nature was most plain and pure. + He first enclos'd within the garden's square + A dead and standing pool of air; + And a more luscious earth from them did knead, + Which stupify'd them while it fed, &c., + +On the other side, old Gerarde asks his courteous and well-willing +readers--"Whither do all men walk for their honest recreation, but where +the earth has most beneficially painted her face with flourishing +colours? and what season of the year more longed for than the spring, +whose gentle breath entices forth the kindly sweets, and makes them +yield their fragrant smells." Lord Bacon, too, thus fondly dwells on +part of its allurements:--"That flower, which above all others yields +the sweetest smell in the air, is the violet. Next to that is the +musk-rose, then the strawberry leaves, dying with a most excellent +cordial smell. Then sweet briars, then wall flowers, which are very +delightful to be set under a parlour, or lower chamber window. But those +which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but +being trodden upon and crushed, are three, that is burner, wild thyme, +and water mints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to +have the pleasure where you walk or tread." Sir William Temple says +Epicurus studied, exercised, and taught his philosophy in his garden. +Milton, we know, passed many hours together in his garden at Chalfont; +Cowley poured forth the greatness of his soul in his rural retreat +at Chertsey; and Lord Shaftesbury wrote his "Characteristics," at +a delightful spot near Reigate. Pope, in one of his letters, says, +"I am in my garden, amused and easy; this is a scene where one finds no +disappointment;"--and within the same neighbourhood, Thomson + + "Sung the Seasons and their change." + +England can likewise boast of very great names who have been attached to +this art, though they have not written on the subject. Lord Burleigh, +Sir Walter Raleigh, Lord Capell, William III--for Switzer tells us, that +"in the least interval of ease, gardening took up a great part of his +time, in which he was not only a delighter, but likewise a great +judge,"--the Earl of Essex, whom Lord William Russell said "was the +worthiest, the justest, the sincerest, and the most concerned for the +public, of any man he ever knew;" Lord William Russell too, who, as +Switzer tells us, "made Stratton, about seven miles from Winchester, his +seat, and his gardens there were some of the best that were made in +those early days, such indeed as have mocked some that have been done +since, and the gardens at Southampton House, in Bloomsbury Square, were +also of his making." Henry, Earl of Danby, the Earl of Gainsborough, +"the _Maecenas_ of his age," the Earl of Halifax, the friend of Addison, +Swift, Pope, and Steele; Lord Weymouth, of Longleate; Dr. Sherard, of +Eltham; the Earl of Scarborough, an accomplished nobleman, immortalized +by Pope, and by the fine pen of Chesterfield; and the Duke of Argyle, +with numerous other men of rank and science, have highly assisted in +elevating gardening to the station it has long since held.[6] + + [6] "Portraits of English Authors on Gardening." + +Beauty and health are the attributes of gardening. In illustration of +the former, we remember a passage from Gervase Markham, thus: "As in the +composition of a delicate woman the grace of her cheeke is the mixture +of red and white, the wonder of her eye blacke and white, and the beauty +of her hand blew and white, any of which is not said to be beautifull if +it consist of single or simple colours; and so in walkes or alleyes, +the all greene, nor the all yellow, cannot be said to be most +beautifull; but the greene and yellow, (that is to say the untroade +grasse, and the well-knit gravelle) being equally mixt, give the eye +both lustre and delight beyond comparison." Abercrombie lived to the age +of _eighty_, when he died by a fall down stairs in the dark. He was +present at the battle of Preston Pans, which was fought close to his +father's garden walls. For the last twenty years he lived chiefly on +tea, using it three times a-day; his pipe was his first companion in the +morning, and last at night. He never remembered to have taken a dose of +physic in his life; prior to his last fatal accident, nor of having a +day's illness but once. + +The association of gardening with pastoral poetry, was exemplified in +Shenstone's design of the Leasowes--as Mr. Whately observes--a perfect +picture of his mind, simple, elegant, and amiable, and which will always +suggest a doubt whether the spot inspired his verses, or whether in the +scenes which he formed, he only realized the pastoral images which +abound in his songs. That elegant trifler, Horace Walpole, was +enthusiastically fond of gardening. One day telling his nurseryman that +he would have his trees planted irregularly, he replied, "Yes, sir, I +understand; you would have them hung down--somewhat _poetical_." + +PHILO. + + + + * * * * * + +NOTES OF A READER. + + * * * * * + +PORTRAIT OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. + + +Appended to a fine portrait of Sir Walter Scott, in the _Literary +Souvenir_ for 1829, is the following--by _Barry Cornwall_:-- + +We can scarcely imagine a thing much more pleasant indeed, to an artist, +than to be brought face to face with some famous person, and permitted +to examine and scrutinize his features, with that careful and intense +curiosity, that seems necessary to the perfecting a likeness. It must +have been to Raffaelle, at once a relaxation from his ordinary study, +and a circumstance interesting in itself, thus to look into faces so +full of meaning as those of Julius and Leo--and to say, "That look--that +glance, which seems so transient, will I fix for ever. Thus shall he be +seen, with that exact expression (although it lasted but for an instant) +five hundred years after he shall be dust and ashes!" + +This was probably the feeling of Raffaelle; and it must have been with a +somewhat similar pride that our excellent artist, Mr. Leslie, +accomplished his portrait of Sir Walter Scott, which the reader will +have already admired in this volume. It is surely a perfect work. No +one, who has once seen the great author, can forget that strange and +peculiar look (so full of meaning, and shrewd and cautious +observation--so entirely characteristic, in short, of the mind within) +which Mr. Leslie has succeeded in catching. One may gaze on it for ever, +and contemplate an exhaustless subject--all that the capacious +imagination has produced and is producing,--the populous, endless world +of fancy. + +Let the reader look, and be assured that _there_ is the strange spirit +that has discovered and wrought all the fine shapes that he has been +accustomed to look upon with wonder--Claverhouse, and Burley, and +Bothwell,--Meg Merrilies and Elspeth--the high and the low--the fierce +and the fair--Cavaliers and Covenanters, and the rest--presenting an +assemblage of character that is absolutely unequalled, except in the +pages of Shakspeare alone. There is no other writer, be he Greek, or +Goth, or Roman, who has ever astonished the world by creations so +infinitely diversified. The mind of the author appears so free from +egotism, so large and serene, so clear of all images of self, that it +receives, as in a lucid mirror, all the varieties of nature. + + + * * * * * + +ON A GIRL SLEEPING. + + + Thou liv'st! yet how profoundly deep + The silence of thy tranquil sleep! + Like death it almost seems: + So all unbroke the sighs which flow + From thy calm breast of spotless snow, + Like music heard in dreams. + + Thy soul is filled with gentle thought, + Unto its shrine by angels brought + From Heaven's supreme abode; + Thy dreams are not of earthly things, + But, borne upon Religion's wings, + They lift thee up to God. + +_Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + + +A species of _fames canina_ is to be met with amongst schoolboys, which +affects the _juveniles_ most when most in health. We remember a +gentleman offering a wager, that a boy taken promiscuously from any of +the public charity-schools, should, five minutes after his dinner, eat a +pound of beef-steaks.--_Brande's Jour._ + + + * * * * * + +THE GIPSY'S MALISON. + + + Suck, baby, suck, mother's love grows by giving, + Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting; + Black manhood comes, when riotous guilty living + Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting. + Kiss, baby, kiss, mother's lips shine by kisses, + Choke the warm breath that else would fail in blessings; + Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses + Tender thee the kiss that poisons 'mid caressings. + Hang, baby, hang, mother's love loves such forces, + Strain the fond neck that bends still to thy clinging: + Black manhood comes, when violent lawless courses + Leave thee a spectacle in rude air swinging.-- + + So sang a wither'd Sibyl energetical, + And bann'd the ungiving door with lips prophetical. + +C. LAMB. _Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + +EPICURES. + + +As a mere untravelled practical Englishman, and, moreover, of the old +school, Quin, no doubt, ranks high in the lists of gastronomy: but he is +completely distanced by many moderns, both in love for and knowledge of +the science. Among the most noted of the moderns we beg to introduce our +readers to Mr. Rogerson, an enthusiast and a martyr. He, as may be +presumed, was educated at that University where the rudiments of palatic +science are the most thoroughly impressed on the ductile organs of +youth. His father, a gentleman of Gloucestershire, sent him abroad to +make the grand tour, upon which journey, says our informant, young +Rogerson attended to nothing but the various modes of cookery, and +methods of eating and drinking luxuriously. Before his return his father +died, and he entered into the possession of a very large monied fortune, +and a small landed estate. He was now able to look over his notes of +epicurism, and to discover where the most exquisite dishes were to be +had, and the best cooks procured. He had no other servants in his house +than men cooks; his butler, footman, housekeeper, coachman, and grooms, +were all cooks. He had three Italian cooks, one from Florence, another +from Sienna, and a third from Viterbo, for dressing one dish, the _docce +piccante_ of Florence. He had a messenger constantly on the road between +Brittany and London, to bring him the eggs of a certain sort of plover, +found near St. Maloes. He has eaten a single dinner at the expense of +fifty-eight pounds, though himself only sat down to it, and there were +but two dishes. He counted the minutes between meals, and seemed totally +absorbed in the idea, or in the action of eating, yet his stomach was +very small; it was the exquisite flavour alone, that he sought. In nine +years he found his table dreadfully abridged by the ruin of his fortune; +and himself hastening to poverty. This made him melancholy, and brought +on disease. When totally ruined, having spent near 150,000 l., a +friend gave him a guinea to keep him from starving; and he was found in +a garret soon after roasting an ortolan with his own hands. We regret to +add, that a few days afterwards, this extraordinary youth shot himself. +We hope that his notes are not lost to the dining world. + + + * * * * * + +COLLEGE DREAMS. + + +How often in senior common-rooms may be marked the gradual dropping +asleep of the learned and venerable members! First, after a few rounds +of the bottle, the tongues, which are tired of eulogizing or +vituperating the various dishes which had smoked upon the board, +gradually begin to be still,--soon conversation comes absolutely to a +stand,--the candles grow alarmingly long in the wick,--comparative +darkness involves the sage assembly,--and first one, then another, drops +off into a placid and harmonious repose. Then what dreams float before +the eyes of their imagination! Blue silk pelisses jostling shovel hats, +church spires dancing in most admired disorder, fat incumbents falling +down in a fit, neat clerical-looking gigs standing at vicarage doors, +and these all incongruously commingled with white veils, lawn sleeves, +roast beef, pulpit cushions, bright eyes, and small black sarsnet shoes. +Suddenly the chapel bell dissolves the fleeting fabric of the vision; +and, behold! the white veil is a poet's imagination, the church spire is +still at a miserable distance, the vicarage is a Utopian nonentity, and +the fat incumbent, in a state of the ruddiest health, is the only +reality of the dream. + +_--Blackwood's Magazine._ + + + * * * * * + +WOMAN + + +Nothing sets so wide a mark "between the vulgar and the noble seed" as +the respect and reverential love of womanhood. A man who is always +sneering at woman is generally a coarse profligate, or a coarse bigot, +no matter which. + + * * * * * + +ANGLING. + +We have often thought that angling alone offers to man the degree of +half-business, half-idleness, which the fair sex find in their +needle-work or knitting, which, employing the hands, leaves the mind at +liberty, and occupying the attention so far as is necessary to remove +the painful sense of a vacuity, yet yields room for contemplation, +whether upon things heavenly or earthly, cheerful or melancholy. + --_Quarterly Rev._ + + + + + * * * * * + +THE GATHERER. + + "A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles." + SHAKSPEARE. + + * * * * * + + +LAUGHTER. + + +"Laugh and grow fat," is an old adage; and Sterne tells us, that every +time a man laughs, he adds something to his life. An eccentric +philosopher, of the last century, used to say, that he liked not only to +laugh himself, but to see laughter, and hear laughter. "Laughter, Sir, +laughter is good for health; it is a provocative to the appetite, and a +friend to digestion. Dr. Sydenham, Sir, said the arrival of a +merry-andrew in a town was more beneficial to the health of the +inhabitants than twenty asses loaded with medicine." Mr. Pott used to +say that he never saw the "Tailor riding to Brentford," without feeling +better for a week afterwards. + + + * * * * * + +LEGAL PEARL-DIVERS. + + +Every barrister can "shake his head," and too often, like Sheridan's +Lord Burleigh, it is the only proof he vouchsafes of his wisdom. Curran +used to call these fellows "legal pearl-divers."--"You may observe +them," he would say, "their heads barely under water--their eyes shut, +and an index floating behind them, displaying the precise degree of +their purity and their depth." + + + * * * * * + +GRAMMATICAL LEARNING. + + +An author left a comedy with Foote for perusal; and on the next visit +asked for his judgment on it, with rather an ignorant degree of +assurance. "If you looked a little more to the grammar of it, I think," +said Foote, "it would be better."--"To the grammar of it, Sir! What! +would you send me to school again?"--"And pray, Sir," replied Foote, +very gravely, "would that do you any harm?" + + + * * * * * + +SWEARING BY PROXY. + + +Cardinal Dubois used frequently, in searching after any thing he wanted, +to swear excessively. One of his clerks told him, "Your eminence had +better hire a man to swear for you, and then you will gain so much +time." + + + * * * * * + +THE MUNIFICENT SAINT. + + +A devout lady offered up a prayer to St. Ignatius for the conversion of +her husband; a few days after, the man died; "What a good saint is our +Ignatius!" exclaimed the consolable widow, "he bestows on us more +benefits than we ask for!" + + * * * * * + +PRODIGALITY. + + +A petty journalist was boasting in company, that he was a dispenser of +fame to those on whom he wrote. 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