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XIV. No. 379.]</b></td> + <td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, JULY 4, 1829.</b></td> + <td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + +<h2> +MILAN CATHEDRAL</h2> + +<div class="figure" style="width: 100%;"> + <a href="images/379-1.png"><img width="100%" src="images/379-1.png" +alt="Milan Cathedral." /></a> + </div> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page2" name="page2"></a>[pg 2]</span> +</p> +<p> +"Show the motley-minded gentleman in;"—the old friend with a new face, +or, in plain words, THE MIRROR <i>in a new type</i>. Tasteful reader, +examine the symmetry, the sharp cut and finish of this our new fount of +type, and tell us whether it accords not with the beauty, pungency, and +polish of the notings and selections of this our first sheet. For some +days this type has been glittering in the printing-office boxes, like +nestling fire-flies, and these pages at first resembled so many pools or +tanks of molten metal, or the windows of a fine old mansion—Hatfield +House for instance,—lit up by the refulgent rays of a rising sun. The +sight "inspires us, and fires us;" and we count upon <i>new</i> letter +bringing us <i>new</i> friends, and thus commence our Fourteenth Volume +with <i>new</i> hopes and invigorating prospects. But what subject can +be more appropriate for such a commencement, than so splendid a triumph +of art as +</p><center> +MILAN CATHEDRAL;</center> +<p> +situate almost in the centre, and occupying part of the great square +of the city. It is of Gothic architecture, and its materials are white +marble. In magnitude this edifice yields to few in the universe. +Inferior only to the Vatican, it equals in length, and in breadth +surpasses, the cathedral of Florence and St. Paul's; in the interior +elevation it yields to both; in exterior it exceeds both; in fretwork, +carving, and statues, it goes beyond all churches in the world, St. +Peter's itself not excepted. Its double aisles, its clustered pillars, +its lofty arches; the lustre of its walls; its numberless niches all +filled with marble figures, give it an appearance novel even in Italy, +and singularly majestic. The admirer of English Gothic will observe +one peculiarity, which is, that in the cathedral of Milan there is no +screen, and that the chancel is entirely open, and separated from the +nave only by its elevation. +</p><p> +The pillars of the cathedral of Milan are more than ninety feet in +height, and about eight in diameter. The dimensions of the church +at large are as follow:—In length four hundred and ninety feet, in +breadth two hundred and ninety-eight, in interior elevation under the +dome two hundred and fifty-eight, and four hundred in exterior, that +is to the summit of the tower. The pavement is formed of marble of +different colours, disposed in various patterns and figures. The number +of niches is great, and every niche has its statue, which, with those +placed on the ballustrade of the roof, are reported to amount to more +than four thousand. Many among them are said to be of great merit. Over +the dome rises a tower or spire, or rather obelisk, for its singular +shape renders it difficult to ascertain its appellation, which, whatever +may be its intrinsic merit, adds little either to the beauty or to the +magnificence of the structure which it surmounts. This obelisk was +erected about the middle of the last century, contrary to the opinion +of the best architects. Though misplaced, its form is not in itself +inelegant, while its architecture and mechanism are extremely ingenious, +and deserve minute examination. In ascending the traveller will observe, +that the roof of the church is covered with blocks of marble, connected +together by a cement, that has not only its hardness and durability, but +its colour, so that the eye scarcely perceives the juncture, and the +whole roof appears one immense piece of white shining marble. The view +from the summit is extensive and even novel, as it includes not only the +city and the rich plain of Milan, intersected with rivers and canals, +covered with gardens, orchards, vineyards, and groves, and thickly +studded with villages and towns; but it extends to the grand frame of +this picture, and takes in the neighbouring Alps, forming a magnificent +semicircle and uniting their bleak ridges with the milder and more +distant Apennines. +</p><p> +The traveller, says Eustace, will regret as he descends, that instead of +heaping this useless and cumbersome quarry upon the dome, the trustees +of the edifice did not employ the money expended upon it in erecting a +front, (for that essential part is still wanting,) corresponding with +the style and stateliness of this superb temple. A front has indeed been +begun, but in a taste so dissimilar to that of the main building, and +made up of such a medley of Roman orders and Gothic decorations, that +the total suspension of such a work might be considered as an advantage, +if a more appropriate portal were to be erected in its place. But +unfortunately the funds destined for the completion and repair of this +cathedral are now swallowed up in the general confiscation. Had it been +finished, and the western front built in a style corresponding with the +other parts, the admirers of the Gothic style would have possessed one +specimen perfect in its kind, and accompanied with all the advantages +of the best materials, set off by a fine climate. +</p><p> +In materials, the cathedral of Milan surpasses all the churches of the +universe, +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page3" name="page3"></a>[pg 3]</span> + the noblest of which are only lined and coated with marble, +while this is entirely built, paved, vaulted, and roofed with the same +substance, and that of the whitest and most resplendent kind. The most +remarkable object in the interior of this church is the subterranean +chapel, in which the body of St. Charles Borromeo reposes. It is +immediately under the dome, in form octangular, and lined with silver, +divided into panels representing the different actions of the life of +the saint. The body is in a shrine of rock crystal, on, or rather behind +the altar; it is stretched at full length, drest in pontifical robes, +with the crosier and mitre. The face is exposed, very improperly, +because much disfigured by decay, a deformity increased and rendered +more hideous by its contrast with the splendour of the vestments which +cover the body, and by the pale ghastly light that gleams from the +aperture above. The inscription over this chapel or mausoleum, was +dictated by St. Charles himself, and breathes that modesty and piety +which so peculiarly marked his character. It is as follows: +</p> +<p> + CAROLUS CARDINALIS<br/> + TITULI S. PRAXEDIS<br/> + ARCHIEP. MEDIOLAN.<br/> + FREQUENTIORIBUS<br/> + CLERI POPULIQ. AC<br/> + DEVOTI FAEMINEI SEXUS<br/> + PRECIBUS SE COMMENDATUM<br/> + CUPIENS HOC LOCO SIBI<br/> + MONUMENTUM VIVENS ELEGIT. +</p> +<p> +Of the statues crowded in and around this edifice many are esteemed, and +some admired. Of the latter, that of St. Bartholomew is the first; it +stands in the church, and represents the apostle as holding his own +skin, which had been drawn off like drapery over his shoulders. The play +of the muscles is represented with an accuracy, that rather disgusts and +terrifies than pleases the spectator.<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a> The exterior of the chancel is +lined with marble divided into panels, each of which has its <i>basso +relievo</i>; the interior is wainscoted, and carved in a very masterly +style. The whole of the chancel was erected by St. Charles Borromeo. +</p> +<p> +In describing this magnificent cathedral, we have availed ourselves of +abridging the description in Eustace's "Classical Tour," a work of high +authority and sterling value on all subjects connected with the Fine +Arts.</p> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +RUSTIC AMUSEMENTS.</h3> +<h4> +(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)</h4> + +<p> +Three years ago you gave a pleasing illustration of "<i>the Amusements +of May</i>," and at the same time lamented the decrease of village +festivity and rural merriment, which in days langsyne cheered the honest +hearts and lightened the daily toil of our rustic ancestors. From the +sentiments you express on that occasion, I am led to fancy that it will +afford you pleasure to hear that the song, the dance, and innocent +revelry are not quite forgotten in some part of our land, and that the +sweet and smiling spring is not suffered to make his lovely appearance +without one welcome shout from the sons and daughters of our happy +island; and, therefore, I will recount to you (and by your permission +to the readers of the MIRROR) a village fête which I lately witnessed +and enjoyed. On the 9th inst. (Whit-Tuesday), after a few miles' walk, +I arrived in the village of Shillingston (<i>Dorsetshire</i>), whose +inhabitants annually dedicate this day to those pastimes which (as one +of your correspondents has observed) seem a sort of first offering to +gentle skies, and are consecrated by the smiles of the tender year. +Attracted by musical sounds, and following my ears instead of my nose, +I soon found my way to the vicarage-house, where the company were just +arriving in procession, preceded by a pink and white silken banner, +while a pipe and tabor regulated their march. Next after the music +were four men each bearing a large garland of flowers, and after them +followed the merry lads and smiling lasses in good order and arrayed +in their holiday kirtles. The vicar's house stands on a fine lawn +commanding a most enchanting view. On this verdant carpet, after a +promenade and general salute to their worthy pastor and his numerous +guests, dancing took place; for the time all distinctions were laid +aside, and the greatest gentry in the neighbourhood, taking the hand of +their more humble neighbours, led them through the mazy dance with a +feeling of kindness, friendship, and good humour such as I have seldom +witnessed. Two or three hours of as beautiful an evening as ever zephyr +kissed were thus spent, after which, drawing up before the house "the +King" was given, with three times three; next came "God save the King," +and then "<i>Hurrah for the Bonnets o' Blue</i>" led the party off in +the order they came to witness the ceremony of "dressing" the May-Pole. +About five hundred yards +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page4" name="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span> + brought us to the elevated object on which was +placed, with all due solemnity, the before-mentioned garlands, and the +pole being considered fully dressed, we all adjourned to a large barn, +where dancing was kept up with great spirit, until night drew her sable +curtain over the scene, and the company retired with light hearts and +weary feet to their peaceful homes. +</p><p> +Such, sir, is the Dorsetshire way of hailing the return of gentle skies +and genial seasons; a custom of the olden time, which is productive of +good feeling among all classes, and is at present conducted with good +order and respectability. +</p><p> +<i>Sturminster</i>.</p> +<h4> +RURIS.</h4> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +Old Poets.</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +CUPID'S ARROWS.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> At Venus' entreaty for Cupid, her son,</p> +<p> These arrows by Vulcan were cunningly done:</p> +<p> The first is Love, as here you may behold</p> +<p> His feathers, head, and body, are of gold.</p> +<p> The second shaft is Hate, a foe to Love,</p> +<p> And bitter are his torments for to prove.</p> +<p> The third is Hope, from whence our comfort springs,</p> +<p> His feathers are pull'd from Fortune's wings.</p> +<p> Fourth, Jealousy in basest minds doth dwell,</p> +<p> This metal Vulcan's Cyclops sent from Hell.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +G. PEELE.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +MIND.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> It is the mind that maketh good or ill,</p> +<p> That makes a wretch, or happy, rich or poor,</p> +<p> For some that have abundance at their will,</p> +<p> Have not enough but want in greatest store,</p> +<p> Another that hath little asks no more,</p> +<p> But, in that little is both rich and wise.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +SPENSER.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +THE WORLD.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> The first and riper world of men and skill,</p> +<p> Yields to our later time for three inventions,</p> +<p> Miraculously we write, we sail, we kill,</p> +<p> As neither ancient scroll nor story mentions.</p> +<p> <i>Print</i>. The first hath opened learning, old concealed</p> +<p> And obscure arts restored to the light.</p> +<p> <i>Loadstone</i>. The second hidden countries hath revealed,</p> +<p> And sends Christ's Gospel to each living wight.</p> +<p> These we commend, but oh! what needeth more.</p> +<p> <i>Guns</i>. To teach Death more skill than he had before.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +J. BASTARD.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +KINGS.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> Kings are the Gods' vicegerents on the earth</p> +<p> The Gods have power, Kings from that power have might,</p> +<p> Kings should excell in virtue and in birth;</p> +<p> Gods punish wrongs, and Kings should maintain right,</p> +<p> They be the suns from which we borrow light.</p> +<p> And they as Kings, should still in justice strive</p> +<p> With Gods, from whom their beings they derive.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +DRAYTON.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +COMPANY.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> Remain upright yet some will quarrel pike,</p> +<p> And common bruit will deem them all alike.</p> +<p> For look, how your companions you elect</p> +<p> For good or ill, so shall you be suspect.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +T. HUDSON.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +POESIE.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> All art is learned by art, this art alone</p> +<p> It is a heavenly gift, no flesh nor bone</p> +<p> Can praise the honey we from <i>Pind</i> distil,</p> +<p> Except with holy fire his breast we fill.</p> +<p> From that spring flows, that men of special chose</p> +<p> Consum'd in learning and perfect in prose;</p> +<p> For to make verse in vain does travel take,</p> +<p> When as a prentice fairer words will make.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +KING OF SCOTS.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +TWELVE FOUL FAULTS.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> A wise man living like a drone, an old man not devout,</p> +<p> Youth disobedient, rich men that are charity without,</p> +<p> A shameless woman, vicious lords, a poor man proudly stout,</p> +<p> Contentious Christians, pastors that their functions do neglect,</p> +<p> A wicked king, no discipline, no laws men to direct,</p> +<p> Are twelve the foulest faults that most commonwealths infect.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +W. WARNER.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +RIVERS.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> Fair <i>Danubie</i> is praised for being wide.</p> +<p class="i2"> <i>Nilus</i> commended for the seven-fold head;</p> +<p> <i>Euphrates</i> for the swiftness of the tide,</p> +<p class="i2"> And for the garden whence his course is led,</p> +<p class="i2"> And banks of <i>Rhine</i> with vines o'erspread.</p> +<p> Take <i>Loire</i> and <i>Po</i>, yet all may not compare</p> +<p> With English <i>Thames</i> for buildings rare.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +STORER.</h4> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +The Naturalist.</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +QUADRUPEDS AND BIRDS FEEDING ON SHELL-FISH.</h3> + +<p> +It is nothing surprising that the different species of walrus, +inhabitants of the ocean, should feed partly on shell-fish, but perhaps +you would not expect to find among their enemies animals strictly +terrestrial. Yet the oran otang and the preacher monkey often descend to +the sea to devour what shell-fish they may find strewed upon the shores. +The former, according to Carreri Gemelli, feed in particular upon a +large species of oyster, and fearful of inserting their paws between the +open valves, lest the oyster should close and crush them, they first +place a tolerably large stone within the shell, and then drag out their +victim with safety. The latter are no less ingenious. Dampier saw +several of them take up oysters from the beach, lay them on a stone, and +beat them with another till they demolished the shells. Wafer observed +the monkeys in the island of Gorgonia to proceed in a similar manner; +and those of the Cape of Good Hope, if we are to credit La Loubere, +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page5" name="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span> +perpetually amuse themselves by transporting shells from the shore to +the tops of mountains, with the intention undoubtedly of devouring them +at leisure. Even the fox, when pressed by hunger, will deign to eat +muscles and other bivalves; and the racoon, whose fur is esteemed by +hatters next in value to that of the beaver, when near the shore lives +much on them, more particularly on oysters. We are told that it will +watch the opening of the shells, dexterously put in its paw, and tear +out the contents. Not, however, without danger, for sometimes, we are +assured, by a sudden closure, the oyster will catch the thief, and +detain him until he is drowned by the return of the tide. The story, +I regret to say, appears somewhat apocryphal. +</p><p> +These are amusing facts; the following, to the epicure at least, may +be equally interesting. In some parts of England it is a prevalent and +probably a correct opinion, that the shelled-snails contribute much +to the fattening of their sheep. On the hill above Whitsand Bay in +Cornwall, and in the south of Devonshire, the <i>Bùlimus acùtus</i> and +the <i>Hèlix virgàta</i>, which are found there in vast profusion, are +considered to have this good effect; and it is indeed impossible that +the sheep can browse on the short grass of the places just mentioned, +without devouring a prodigious quantity of them, especially in the +night, or after rain, when the Bùlimi and Hèlices ascend the stunted +blades. "The sweetest mutton," says Borlase, "is reckoned to be that +of the smallest sheep, which feed on the commons where the sands are +scarce covered with the green sod, and the grass exceedingly short; such +are the towens or sand hillocks in Piran Sand, Gwythien, Philac, and +Senangreen, near the Land's End, and elsewhere in like situations. From +these sands come forth snails of the turbinated kind, but of different +species, and all sizes from the adult to the smallest just from the egg; +these spread themselves over the plains early in the morning, and, +whilst they are in quest of their own food among the dews, yield a most +fattening nourishment to the sheep." (<i>Hist. of Cornwall</i>.) +</p><p> +Among birds the shell-fish have many enemies. Several of the duck and +gull tribes, as you might anticipate, derive at least a portion of their +subsistence from them. The pied oyster-catcher receives its name from +the circumstance of feeding on oysters and limpets, and its bill is so +well adapted to the purpose of forcing asunder the valves of the one, +and of raising the other from the rock, that "the Author of Nature," +as Derham says, "seems to have framed it purely for that use." Several +kinds of crows likewise prey upon shell-fish, and the manner in which +they force the strong hold of their victims is very remarkable. A friend +of Dr. Darwin's saw above a hundred crows on the northern coast of +Ireland, at once, preying upon muscles. Each crow took a muscle up in +the air twenty or forty yards high, and let it fall on the stones, and +thus broke the shell. Many authorities might be adduced in corroboration +of this statement. In Southern Africa so many of the Testàcea are +consumed by these and other birds, as to have given rise to an opinion +that the marine shells found buried in the distant plains, or in the +sides of the mountains, have been carried there by their agency, and +not, as generally supposed, by eruptions of the sea. Mr. Barrow, who +is of this opinion, tells us, in confirmation of it, that "there is +scarcely a sheltered cavern in the sides of the mountains that arise +immediately from the sea, where living shell-fish may not be found any +day of the year. Crows even, and vultures, as well as aquatic birds, +detach the shell-fish from the rocks, and mount with them into the air: +shells thus carried are said to be frequently found on the very summit +even of the Table Mountain. In one cavern at the point of Mussel Bay," +he adds, "I disturbed some thousands of birds, and found as many +thousands of living shell-fish scattered on the surface of a heap of +shells, that for aught I know, would have filled as many thousand +wagons." The story, therefore, of the ancient philosopher whose bald +pate one of these unlucky birds mistook for a stone, and dropped a +shell upon it, thereby killing at once both, is not so tramontane as +to stumble all belief. +</p><p> +Land shells furnish a few birds with part of their sustenance, and the +principal of these are two well known songsters, the blackbird and the +thrush. They,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i8"> ——"whose notes</p> +<p> Nice finger'd Art must emulate in vain."</p> +</div></div> +<p> +depend in great measure, when winter has destroyed their summer food, +on the more common species of Hèlices (snails.) These they break very +dexterously by reiterated strokes against some stone; and it is not +uncommon to find a great quantity of fragments of shells together, as +if brought to one particulur stone for this very purpose.—<i>Loudon's +Magazine</i>.</p> + +<hr class="full" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page6" name="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span></p> + + + +<h2> +Notes of a Reader</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +SUSSEX COTTAGES.</h3> + +<p> +We have been delighted with the following admirable sketch of English +comfort from the pen of Mr. Cobbett: +</p><p> +"I never had, that I recollect, a more pleasant journey or ride, than +this into Sussex. The weather was pleasant, the elder-trees in full +bloom, and they make a fine show; the woods just in their greatest +beauty; the grass-fields generally uncut; and the little gardens of the +labourers full of flowers; the roses and honeysuckles perfuming the air +at every cottage-door. Throughout all England these cottages and gardens +are the most interesting objects that the country presents, and they are +particularly so in Kent and Sussex. This part of these counties have the +great blessing of numerous woods: these furnish fuel, nice sweet fuel, +for the heating of ovens and for all other purposes: they afford +materials for the making of pretty pigsties, hurdles, and dead fences of +various sorts; they afford materials for making little cow-sheds; for +the sticking of peas and beans in the gardens; and for giving to every +thing a neat and substantial appearance. These gardens, and the look of +the cottages, the little flower-gardens, which you every where see, and +the beautiful hedges of thorn and of privet; these are the objects to +delight the eyes, to gladden the heart, and to fill it with gratitude +to God, and with love for the people; and, as far as my observation has +gone, they are objects to be seen in no other country in the world. +The cattle in Sussex are of a pale red colour, and very fine. I used to +think that the Devonshire were the handsomest cows and oxen, but I have +changed my mind; those of Sussex, of which I never took so much notice +before, are handsomer as well as larger; and the oxen are almost +universally used as working cattle. +</p><p> +"Throughout this county I did not observe, in my late ride, one single +instance of want of neatness about a poor man's house. It is the +same with regard to the middle ranks: all is neat and beautiful, and +particularly the hedges, of which I saw the handsomest white thorn hedge +at Seddlescomb, that ever I saw in my life. It formed the inclosure of +a garden in front of a pretty good house. It was about five feet high, +about fifteen inches through; it came close to the ground, and it was +sloped a little towards the top on each side, leaving a flat about four +inches wide on the top of all. It had just been clipped; and it was as +perpendicular and as smooth as a wall: I put my eye and looked along +the sides of the several lines near the top, and if it had been built +of stone, it could not have been truer. I lament that I did not ask +the name of the owner, for it does him infinite credit. Those who see +nothing but the nasty slovenly places in which labourers live, round +London, know nothing of England. The fruit-trees are all kept in the +nicest order; every bit of paling or wall is made use of, for the +training of some sort or other. At <i>Lamberhurst</i>, which is one of +the most beautiful villages that man ever sat his eyes on, I saw what +I never saw before; namely, a <i>gooseberry tree trained against a +house</i>. The house was one of those ancient buildings, consisting of +a frame of oak wood, the internal filled up with brick, plastered over. +The tree had been planted at the foot of one of the perpendicular pieces +of wood; from the stem which, mounted up this piece of wood, were taken +side limbs to run along the horizontal pieces. There were two windows, +round the frame of each of which the limbs had been trained. The height +of the highest shoot was about ten feet from the ground, and the +horizontal shoots on each side were from eight to ten feet in length. +The tree had been judiciously pruned, and all the limbs were full of +very large gooseberries, considering the age of the fruit. This is only +one instance out of thousands that I saw of extraordinary pains taken +with the gardens." +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +A WINTER'S NIGHT.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh</p> +<p> Which vernal Zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,</p> +<p> Were discord to the speaking quietude</p> +<p> That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault,</p> +<p> Studded with stars unutterably bright,</p> +<p> Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,</p> +<p> Seems like a canopy which Love had spread</p> +<p> To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills,</p> +<p> Robed in a garment of untrodden snow;</p> +<p> Yon darksome walls, whence icicles depend</p> +<p> So stainless, that their white and glittering spears</p> +<p> Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castled steep,</p> +<p> Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower</p> +<p> So idly, that wrapt Fancy deemeth it</p> +<p> A metaphor of Peace—all form a scene</p> +<p> Where musing Solitude might love to lift</p> +<p> Her soul above this sphere of earthliness;</p> +<p> Where silence undisturbed might watch alone</p> +<p> So cold, so bright, so still.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +P.B. SHELLEY.</h4> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +HACKNEY COACHES.</h3> + +<p> +Nothing in nature or art can be so abominable as those vehicles at this +hour. We are quite satisfied that, except an +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page7" name="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> + Englishman, who will endure +any thing, no native of any climate under the sky would endure a London +hackney coach; that an Ashantee gentleman would scoff at it; and that +an aboriginal of New South Wales would refuse to be inhumed within its +shattered and infinite squalidness. It is true, that the vehicle has its +merits, if variety of uses can establish them. The hackney coach conveys +alike the living and the dead. It carries the dying man to the hospital, +and when doctors and tax-gatherers can tantalize no more, it carries +him to Surgeons' Hall, and qualifies him to assist the "march of mind" +by the section of body. If the midnight thief find his plunder too +ponderous for his hands, the hackney coach offers its services, and is +one of the most expert conveyances. Its other employments are many, and +equally meritorious, and doubtless society would find a vacuum in its +loss. Yet we cordially wish that the Maberley brain were set at work +upon this subject, and some substitute contrived. The French have +led the way, and that too by the most obvious and simple arrangement +possible. The "<i>Omnibus</i>,"—for they still have Latin enough in +France for the name of this travelling collection of all sorts of human +beings—the Omnibus is a long coach, carrying fifteen or eighteen +people, all inside. For two-pence halfpenny it carries the individual +the length of the Boulevard, or the whole diameter of Paris. Of those +carriages there were about half-a-dozen some months ago, and they have +been augmented since; their profits were said to have repaid the outlay +within the first year: the proprietors, among whom is Lafitte, the +banker, are making a large revenue out of Parisian sous, and speculation +is still alive.—<i>Monthly Mag</i>. +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +FRANKLIN'S GRAVE.</h3> + +<p> +Captain Basil Hall, in his <i>Travels in North America</i>, just +published, says, "On the 12th of December, we made a pilgrimage to the +tomb of Franklin—dear old Franklin! It consists of a large marble slab, +laid flat on the ground, with nothing carved upon it but these words:— +</p><p> + BENJAMIN AND DEBORAH<br/> + FRANKLIN.<br/> + 1790.</p> +<p> +Franklin, it will be recollected, wrote a humorous epitaph for himself; +but his good taste and good sense showed him how unsuitable to his +living character it would have been to jest in such a place. After all, +his literary works, scientific fame, and his undoubted patriotism, +form his best epitaph. Still, it may be thought, he might have been +distinguished in his own land by a more honourable resting-place than +the obscure corner of an obscure burying-ground, where his bones lie +indiscriminately along with those of ordinary mortals; and his tomb, +already wellnigh hid in the rubbish, may soon be altogether lost. One +little circumstance, however, about this spot is very striking. No +regular path has been made to the grave, which lies considerably out of +the road; but the frequent tread of visiters having pressed down the +rank grass which grows in such places, the way to the tombstone is +readily found without any guide." +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +AN INDIAN SULTANA IN PARIS.</h3> + +<p> +It is known to very few even in France that an Indian Sultana, a +descendant of Tamerlane, named Aline of Eldir, has been living in Paris, +poor and forgotten, for above forty years. This heiress to a great +kingdom was stolen almost out of her cradle, and deserted by the robbers +on the coast of France. She was presented to the princesses of the +old court, and conceived a particular attachment for the Princess de +Lamballe; but when, at the age of only nine or ten years, her beauty +had attracted too much notice, and nothing but a <i>lettre de cachet</i> +could secure her from the persecutions of an exalted personage, she +exchanged a convent for a prison. The revolution set Aline at liberty. +At the time of the Egyptian campaign, the man who was destined to rule +France, and almost all Europe, and who had probably thus early turned +his attention to India, is said to have thought of the heiress of +Tamerlane, and to have formed the plan of restoring the illustrious +stranger to her native land. Josephine interested herself on this +occasion for the Sultana; but this had no influence upon her condition. +Unhappy, surrounded only by a few pious nuns, and urged by her +confessor, she renounced the religion of Mahomet, and became a +Christian. At length, in December, 1818, an Indian Sheik, named Goolam, +arrived in Paris, with instructions to claim the Princess Aline from the +Court of France. The Envoy sought out the Sultana: he informed her, that +her relations were desirous of her return; that she should be reinstated +in the rank which was her right, and again behold the bright sun and the +beautiful face of her own Asia, upon the sole condition that she would +forsake Christ for Mahomet. No persuasions, +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page8" name="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> + however, could prevail upon +the convert to comply with this requisition; Goolam went back to India +without accomplishing the object of his mission, which produced no +improvement in her straitened circumstances. Two years afterwards, she +learned that an Indian Prince had landed in England with a splendid +retinue, including three females, but that he had been obliged by the +English government to embark again immediately for India. Aline had no +doubt that this event had some connexion with her history, but she +heard no more of the matter. +</p><p> +These particulars are chiefly extracted from the preface to the books +of the Princess, written by the Marquess de Fortia. This nobleman +generously took upon himself the charge of supporting Aline, who has +now attained the age of sixty years in a foreign land.—<i>Court +Journal</i>. +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +MAKING PUNCH.</h3> + +<center> +(<i>From the Noctes—Blackwood</i>.)</center> +<p> +<i>Shepherd</i>.—I hae mony a time thocht it took as muckle natural +genius to mak a jug of punch as an epic poem, sic as Paradise Lost, or +even Queen Hynde hersell. +</p><p> +<i>Odoherty</i>.—More, my friend, more. I think an ingenious comparison +between these works of intellect could be easily made by a man of a +metaphysical turn of mind. +</p><p> +<i>North</i>.—A more interesting consideration would be, the effect +produced upon the national character, by the mere circumstance of the +modes of preparing the different beverages of different countries. Much +of the acknowledged inferiority of the inhabitants of wine countries, +arises from the circumstance of having their liquor prepared to their +hand. There is no stretch of imagination in pouring wine ready made from +carafe, or barochio, or flask, into a glass—the operation is merely +mechanical; whereas, among us punch drinkers, the necessity of a nightly +manufacture of a most intricate kind, calls forth habits of industry and +forethought—induces a taste for chemical experiment—improves us in +hygrometry, and many other sciences—to say nothing of the geographical +reflections drawn forth by the pressure of the lemon, or the colonial +questions, which press upon every meditative mind on the appearance of +white sugar.</p> + +<h3> +LION-EATING AND HANGING.</h3> + +<p> +<i>North</i>.—When I was at Timbuctoo— +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd (aside.)</i>—A lang yarn is beginning the noo— +</p><p> +<i>Moses Edrehi</i>.—Sind sie geweson, sare, dans I'Afrique? +</p><p> +<i>North</i>.—Many years—I was Sultan of Bello for a long period, +until dethroned by an act of the grossest injustice; but I intend to +expose the traitorous conspirators to the indignation of an outraged +world. +</p><p> +<i>Tickler (aside to Shepherd.)</i>—He's raving. +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd (to Tickler.)</i>—Dementit. +</p><p> +<i>Odoherty (to both.)</i>—Mad as a hatter. Hand me a segar. +</p><p> +<i>Moses Edrehi</i>.—Yo suis of Madoc. +</p><p> +<i>North (aside.)</i>—Zounds! <i>(to Edrehi)</i> I never chanced to +pass that way—the emperor and I were not on good terms. +</p><p> +<i>Moses Edrehi</i>.—Then, sare, you was good luck to no pass, for the +emperor was a man ver disagreeáble ven no gut humours. Gott keep ush! He +hat lions in cage—and him gab peoples zu de lions—dey roarsh—oh, +mucho, mucho!—and eats de poor peoples—Gott keep ush! a ver +disagreeáble man dat emperor. +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd</i>.—Nae doot—it canna be a pleasant thing to be gobbled +by a lion. Oh, sirs, imagine yoursell daundering out to Canaan, to take +your kail wi' our frien' James, and as ye're passing the Links, out +jumps a lion, and at you! +</p><p> +<i>Odoherty</i>.—The Links—oh! James, you are no Polyglott. +</p><p> +<i>Tickler</i>.—I don't wish to insinuate that I should like to be +eaten, either by lion or shepherd, but I confess that I consider that +the new drop would be a worse fate than either. +</p><p> +<i>North</i>.—Quite mistaken—the drop's a trifle. +</p><p> +<i>Moses Edrehi</i>.—Ja whöl, Milord. +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd</i>.—As to being hangit, why, that's a matter that happens +to mony a deacent man, and it's but a spurl or tway, and a gaspin +gurble, an' ae stour heave, and a's ower; ye're dead ere a body's weel +certified that the board's awa' from behind you—and the night-cap's a +great blessing, baith to you and the company. The gilliteen again, I'm +tauld its just perfectly ridiculous how soon that does it's turn. Up ye +come, and tway chiels ram your head into a shottle in a door like, and +your hands are clasped ahint ye, and swee gangs the door, and you upset +headforemost, and in below the axe, and hangie just taps you on the neck +to see that it's in the richt nick, and whirr, whirr, whirr, touch the +spring, and down comes the thundering edge, loaded with at least a +hunder weight o' lead—your head's aff like a sybo—Tuts, that's +naething—onybody +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page9" name="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span> + might mak up their mind to be justified on the +gilliteen. +</p><p> +<i>Odoherty</i>.—The old Dutch way—the broadsword—is, after all, the +best; by much the easiest and the genteelest. You are seated in a most +comfortable arm-chair with a silk handkerchief over your eyes—they read +a prayer if you are so inclined—you call for a glass of wine, or a cup +of coffee—an iced cream—a dram—any thing you please, in fact, and +your desires are instantly complied with—you put the cup to the lip, +and just at that moment swap comes the whistling sabre. +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd</i>.—Preserve us! keep your hand to yoursell, Captain. +</p><p> +<i>Odoherty</i>.—Sweep he comes—the basket is ready, they put a clean +towel over it—pack off the cold meat to the hospital—scrub the +scaffold—take it to pieces—all within five minutes. +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd</i>.—That's capital. In fact a' these are civilized +exits—but oh! man, man, to think of a lion on the Burntsfield +Links—what would your gowfers say to that, Mr. Tickler? +</p><p> +<i>Tickler</i>.—A rum customer certainly. +</p><p> +<i>Shepherd</i>.—Oh! the een, the red, fiery, fixit, unwinkin' een, I +think I see them—and the laigh, deep, dour growl, like the purring o' +ten hundred cats—and the muckle white sharp teeth girnin' and +grundin'—and the lang rough tongue, and the yirnest slaver running +outour the chaps o' the brute—and the cauld shiver—-minutes may +be—and than the loup like lightning, and your back-bane broken wi' a +thud, like a rotten rash—and then the creature begins to lick your face +wi' his tongue, and sniffle and snort over owre you, and now a snap at +your nose, and than a rive out o' your breast, and then a crunch at your +knee—and you're a' the time quite sensible, particularly sensible. +</p><p> +<i>Odoherty</i>.—Give him a dig in the muzzle, and he'll tip you the +<i>coup-de-grace</i>. +</p><p> +<i>North</i>.—What a vivid imagination the Shepherd has—well, +cowardice is an inspiring principle. +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +HEAD WAGER.</h3> + +<p> +The following is a story from a MS., copied by Gaillard, in his Life of +Francis I.:— +</p><p> +Duprat said in one of the conversations with the emperor's minister, +that he would consent to lose his head if his sovereign had aided Robert +de la Mark against Charles. The Spanish chancellor claimed du Prat's +head as forfeited, for, he said he had in his possession letters which +proved Francis's connivance with Robert de la Mark. "My head is my own +yet," replied Du Prat, "for I have the originals of the letters you +allude to, and they in no manner justify the scorn you would put upon +them." "If I had won your head," replied the imperial chancellor, "you +might keep it still. I protest I would rather have a pig's head, for +that would be more eatable." <i>Monthly Mag.</i> +</p> +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +The Novelist.</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +FAIR FANARIOTE.</h3> + +<p> +In consequence of the numerous revolutions that have accompanied the +fall of the Greek empire in Byzantium, most of the inhabitants of +Fanari, near Constantinople, boast of being descendants of the dethroned +imperial families; a circumstance which is probable enough, and which +nobody takes the trouble to dispute, any more than the alleged nobility +of the Castilian peasantry, or the absurd genealogies of certain great +families. +</p><p> +In a retired street in Pera, (one of the suburbs of Constantinople,) a +descendant of the Cantacuzenes followed the humble calling of a butcher; +but, in spite of industry and activity, he had great difficulty in +earning a sufficiency to pay his way, and maintain his wife and his only +daughter, Sophia. The latter had just entered her fourteenth year, and +her growing beauty was the admiration of the whole neighbourhood. +</p><p> +Fate, or, if you please so to call it, Providence, ordained that the +poor butcher should suffer repeated losses, which reduced him to a +condition bordering on beggary. His wife unfolded her distressed +circumstances to a Greek, one of her relations, who was Dragoman to the +French embassy, and who, in his turn, related the story to the Marquess +de Vauban, the ambassador. This nobleman became interested for the +unfortunate family, and especially for Sophia, whom the officious +Dragoman described as being likely to fall into the snares that were +laid for her, and to become an inmate of the haram of some Pasha, or +even of a Turk of inferior rank. Prompted by pity, curiosity, or perhaps +by some other motive, the ambassador paid a visit to the distressed +family. He saw Sophia, was charmed by her beauty and intelligence, and +he proposed that her parents should place her under his care, and allow +him to convey her to France. The misery to which the poor people +were reduced, may perhaps palliate the shame of acceding to this +extraordinary proposition; but, be this as it may, they consented +to surrender up their daughter +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page10" name="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> + for the sum of 1,500 piastres, and Sophia +was that same day conducted to the ambassador's palace. She found in the +Marquess de Vauban a kind and liberal benefactor. He engaged masters to +instruct her in every branch of education; and elegant accomplishments, +added to her natural charms, rendered her an object of irresistible +attraction. +</p><p> +In the course of a few months the ambassador was called home, and he set +out, accompanied by his Oriental treasure, to travel to France by land. +To diminish as far as possible the fatigue of the long journey, they +proceeded by short stages, and having passed through European Turkey, +they arrived at Kaminieck in Podolia, which is the first fortress +belonging to Russia. Here the Marquess determined to rest for a short +time, before undertaking the remainder of his tedious journey. +</p><p> +Count de Witt, a descendant of the Grand Pensionary of Holland, who was +governor of the place, received his noble visiter with every mark of +attention. The Count, however, no sooner beheld Sophia, than he became +deeply enamoured of her; and on learning the equivocal situation in +which she stood, being neither a slave nor a mistress, but, as it were, +a piece of merchandize purchased for 1,500 piastres, he wound up his +declaration of love by an offer of marriage. The Count was a handsome +man, scarcely thirty years of age, a lieutenant-general in the Russian +service, and enjoying the high favour of his sovereign Catherine II. +The fair Greek, as may well be imagined, did not reject this favour +of fortune, but accepted the offer of her suitor without hesitation. +</p><p> +It was easy to foresee that the Marquis de Vauban would not be very +willing to part with a prize which he regarded as lawfully acquired, +and to which he attached no small value. The Count therefore found it +advisable to resort to stratagem. Accordingly, his Excellency having one +day taken a ride beyond the ramparts, the draw-bridges were raised, +and the lovers repaired to church, where their hands were joined by a +<i>papa</i>. When the Marquess appeared at the gates of the fortress and +demanded admittance, a messenger was sent out to inform him of what had +happened; and, to complete the denouement of the comedy, the marriage +contract was exhibited to him in due form. +</p><p> +To save Sophia from the reproaches which her precipitancy, it may +perhaps be said her ingratitude, would have fully justified, the Count +directed the ambassador's suite to pack up their baggage, and join his +Excellency <i>extra muros</i>. The poor Marquess soon discovered that +it was quite useless to stay where he was, for the purpose of venting +threats and complaints; and he had no hope that the Court of France +would think it worth while to go to war, for the sake of avenging his +affront. He therefore prudently took a hint from one of the French +poets, who says:—</p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot,</p> +<p> L'honnête homme trompé, s'éloigne, et ne dit mot;"</p> +</div></div> +<p> +and he set off, doubtless with the secret determination never again to +traffic in merchandize which possesses no value when it can be either +bought or sold. +</p><p> +About two years after his marriage, the Count de Witt obtained leave of +absence, and, accompanied by his wife, he visited the different courts +of Europe. Sophia's beauty, which derived piquancy from a certain +Oriental languishment of manner, was every where the theme of +admiration. The Prince de Ligne, who saw her at the Court of France, +mentions her in his Memoirs, in terms of eulogy, which I cannot think +exaggerated; for when I knew her at Tulczin, though she was then upwards +of forty, her charms retained all their lustre, and she outshone the +young beauties of the court, amidst whom she appeared like Calypso +surrounded by her nymphs. +</p><p> +I now arrive at the second period of Sophia's life, which forms a sequel +perfectly in unison with the commencement. Count Felix Patocka, at the +commencement of the troubles in Poland, raised a considerable party by +the influence of his rank and vast fortune. During a temporary absence +from the Court of Poland, he made a tour through Italy, and on his +return, he met the Count and Countess de Witt at Hamburgh, when he fell +deeply in love with Sophia. Not to weary you with the details of the +romance, I will come to the <i>dénouement</i> at once. +</p><p> +Nothing is so easy as to obtain a divorce in Poland. The law extends +so far on this point, that I knew a gentleman, M. Wortrel, who had no +less than four wives, all living, and bearing his name. Count Patocka, +therefore, availing himself of this advantage, and having previously +made every necessary arrangement, one morning called on Count de Witt, +and, without further ceremony, said—"Count, I love your wife, and +cannot live without her. I know that I am not indifferent to her; and +I might immediately carry her off; but I wish to owe my happiness to +you, and to retain for ever a grateful sense of your generosity. +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page11" name="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> + Here +are two papers: one is an act of divorce, which only wants your +signature, for you see the Countess has already affixed hers to it;—the +other is a bond for two millions of florins, payable at my banker's, in +this city. We may, therefore, settle the business amicably or otherwise, +just as you please." The husband doubtless thought of his adventure at +the fortress of Kaminieck, and, like the French ambassador, he resigned +himself to his fate, and signed the paper. The fair Sophia became, the +same day, Countess Patocka; and to the charms of beauty and talent, were +now added the attractions of a fortune, the extent of which was at that +time unequalled in Europe.—<i>Court Journal</i>. +</p> +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +Retrospective Gleanings.</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +JOHN LOCKE.</h3> + +<p> +Lord King has just done the state of literature some service, by the +publication of the <i>Life of John Locke</i>: with Extracts from his +Journals, &c. In this task his lordship has drawn largely on some +valuable papers of Locke, preserved by their having gone into the +possession of Sir Peter King, the ancestor of Lord King, his near +relation and sole executor. Among these treasures are Locke's +correspondence, a journal of his travels in France and Holland, his +common-place book, and many miscellaneous papers; all of which have been +preserved in the same scrutoire in which they had been deposited by +their author, and which was probably removed to Oakham, (Lord King's +seat,) in 1710. From the latter portion of Lord King's valuable work, +we select a few notes, illustrative of Manners and Customs in +</p><center> +ENGLAND, 1679.</center> +<p> +The sports of England, which, perhaps, a curious stranger would be glad +to see, are horse-racing, hawking, and hunting; bowling,—at Marebone +and Putney he may see several persons of quality bowling, two or three +times a week all the summer; wrestling, in Lincoln's Inne Field every +evening all the summer; bear and bull-baiting, and sometimes prizes, +at the Bear-Garden; shooting in the long-bow and stob-ball, in Tothil +Fields; cudgel-playing, in several places in the country; and hurling, +in Cornwall. <i>London</i>.—See the East India House, and their +magazines; the Custom House; the Thames, by water, from London Bridge +to Deptford; and the King's Yard at Deptford; the sawing-windmill; +Tradescant's garden and closet; Sir James Morland's closet and +water-works; the iron mills at Wandsworth, four miles above London, upon +the Thames; or rather those in Sussex; Paradise by Hatton Garden; the +glass-house at the Savoy, and at Vauxhall. Eat fish in Fish Street, +especially lobsters, Colchester oysters, and a fresh cod's head. The +veal and beef are excellent good in London; the mutton better in several +counties in England. A venison pasty and a chine of beef are good +every where; and so are crammed capons and fat chickens. Railes and +heathpolts, ruffs, and reeves, are excellent meat wherever they can be +met with. Puddings of several sorts, and creams of several fashions, +both excellent; but they are seldom to be found, at least in their +perfection, at common eating-houses. Mango and saio are two sorts of +sauces brought from the East Indies. Bermuda oranges and potatoes, +both exceeding good in their kind. Chedder and Cheshire cheese. +Men excellent in their arts. Mr. Cox, in Long Acre, for all sorts +of dioptical glasses. Mr. Opheel, near the Savoy, for all sorts of +machines. Mr. ——, for a new invention he has, and teaches to copy all +sorts of pictures, plans, or to take prospects of places. The King's +gunsmith, at the Yard by Whitehall. Mr. Not, in the Pall Mall, for +binding of books. The Fire-eater. At an iron-monger's, near the +May-pole, in the Strand, is to be found a great variety of iron +instruments, and utensils of all kinds. At Bristol see the Hot-well; +St. George's Cave, where the Bristol diamonds are found; Ratcliff +Church; and at Kingwood, the coal-pits. Taste there Milford oysters, +marrow-puddings, cock-ale, metheglin, white and red-muggets, elvers, +sherry, sack (which, with sugar, is called Bristol milk,) and some +other wines, which, perhaps you will not drink so good at London. At +Gloucester observe the whispering place in the cathedral. At Oxford see +all the colleges, and their libraries; the schools and public library, +and the physic-garden. Buy there knives and gloves, especially white +kid-skin; and the cuts of all the colleges graved by Loggins. If you go +into the North, see the Peak in Derbyshire, described by Hobbes, in a +Latin poem, called "Mirabilia Pecci." Home-made drinks of England are +beer and ale, strong and small; those of most note, that are to be sold, +are Lambeth ale, Margaret ale, and Derby ale; Herefordshire cider, +perry, mede. There are also several sorts of compounded ales, as +cock-ale, wormwood-ale, lemon-ale, +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page12" name="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> + scurvygrass-ale, college-ale, &c. +These are to be had at Hercules Pillars, near the Temple; at the +Trumpet, and other houses in Sheer Lane, Bell Alley, and, as I remember, +at the English Tavern, near Charing Cross. Foreign drinks to be found in +England are all sorts of Spanish, Greek, Italian, Rhenish, and other +wines, which are to be got up and down at several taverns. Coffé, thé, +and chocolate, at coffeehouses. Mum at the mum houses and other places; +and molly, a drink of Barbadoes, by chance at some Barbadoes merchants'. +Punch, a compounded drink, on board some West India ships; and Turkish +sherbet amongst the merchants. Manufactures of cloth that will keep out +rain; flanel, knives, locks and keys; scabbards for swords; several +things wrought in steel, as little boxes, heads for canes, boots, +riding-whips, Rippon spurs, saddles, &c. At Nottingham dwells a man who +makes fans, hatbands, necklaces, and other things of glass, drawn out +into very small threads."</p> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +SPIRIT OF THE<br/> +Public Journals.</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +NEW MAGAZINE.</h3> + +<p> +Mr. Sharpe, the proprietor of the "Anniversary," has just published the +first number of "The Three Chapters," which is one of the most splendid +Magazines ever produced in this or any other country. It has a charming +print by H. Rolls, from Wilkie's Hymn of the Calabrian Shepherds to the +Virgin, which alone is worth the price charged for the number. Southey, +A. Cunningham, L.E.L. and Hook, shine in the poetry and romance, one of +the "Three Chapters," from which we have just room to give the +following:—</p> + +<h3> +EPITAPH IN BUTLEIGH CHURCH.</h3> +<h4> +BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> Divided far by death were they, whose names,</p> +<p> In honour here united, as in birth,</p> +<p> This monumental verse records. They drew</p> +<p> In Dorset's healthy vales their natal breath,</p> +<p> And from these shores beheld the ocean first,</p> +<p> Whereon, in early youth, with one accord</p> +<p> They chose their way of fortune; to that course</p> +<p> By Hood and Bridport's bright example drawn,</p> +<p> Their kinsmen, children of this place, and sons</p> +<p> Of one, who in his faithful ministry</p> +<p> Inculcated, within these hallowed walls,</p> +<p> The truths, in mercy to mankind revealed.</p> +<p> Worthy were these three brethren each to add</p> +<p> New honours to the already honour'd name;</p> +<p> But Arthur, in the morning of his day,</p> +<p> Perished amid the Caribbean sea,</p> +<p> When the Pomona, by a hurricane</p> +<p> Whirl'd, riven and overwhelmed, with all her crew</p> +<p> Into the deep went down. A longer date</p> +<p> To Alexander was assign'd, for hope</p> +<p> For fair ambition, and for fond regret,</p> +<p> Alas, how short! for duty, for desert,</p> +<p> Sufficing; and, while Time preserves the roll</p> +<p> Of Britain's naval feats, for good report.</p> +<p> A boy, with Cook he rounded the great globe;</p> +<p> A youth, in many a celebrated fight</p> +<p> With Rodney had his part; and having reach'd</p> +<p> Life's middle stage, engaging ship to ship,</p> +<p> When the French Hercules, a gallant foe,</p> +<p> Struck to the British Mars his three-striped flag,</p> +<p> He fell, in the moment of his victory.</p> +<p> Here his remains in sure and certain hope</p> +<p> Are laid, until the hour when earth and sea</p> +<p> Shall render up their dead. One brother yet</p> +<p> Survived, with Keppel and with Rodney train'd</p> +<p> In battles, with the Lord of Nile approved,</p> +<p> Ere in command he worthily upheld</p> +<p> Old England's high prerogative. In the east,</p> +<p> The west, the Baltic, and the midland seas,</p> +<p> Yea, wheresoever hostile fleets have plough'd</p> +<p> The ensanguined deep, his thunders have been heard,</p> +<p> His flag in brave defiance hath been seen,</p> +<p> And bravest enemies at Sir Samuel's name</p> +<p> Felt fatal presage in their inmost heart,</p> +<p> Of unavertable defeat foredoom'd.</p> +<p> Thus in the path of glory he rode on,</p> +<p> Victorious alway, adding praise to praise;</p> +<p> Till full of honours, not of years, beneath</p> +<p> The venom of the infected clime he sunk,</p> +<p> On Coromandel's coast, completing there</p> +<p> His service, only when his life was spent.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p> To the three brethren, Alexander's son</p> +<p> (Sole scion he in whom their line survived,)</p> +<p> With English feeling, and the deeper sense</p> +<p> Of filial duty, consecrates this tomb.</p> +</div></div> +<hr/> + +<h3> +LOVE.</h3> +<h4> +A BALLAD, BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> O, Love's a bitter thing to bide,</p> +<p class="i2"> The lad that drees it's to be pitied;</p> +<p> It blinds to a' the warld beside,</p> +<p class="i2"> And makes a body dilde and ditied;</p> +<p> It lies sae sair at my breast bane,</p> +<p class="i2"> My heart is melting saft an' safter;</p> +<p> To dee outright I wad be fain,</p> +<p class="i2"> Wer't no for fear what may be after.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p> I dinna ken what course to steer,</p> +<p class="i2"> I'm sae to dool an' daftness driven,</p> +<p> For are so lovely, sweet, and dear,</p> +<p class="i2"> Sure never breath'd the breeze o' heaven;</p> +<p> O there's a soul beams in her ee,</p> +<p class="i2"> Ae blink o't maks are's spirit gladder,</p> +<p> And ay the mair she geeks at me,</p> +<p class="i2"> It pits me aye in love the madder.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p> Love winna heal, it winna thole,</p> +<p class="i2"> You canna shun't even when you fear it;</p> +<p> An' O, this sickness o' the soul,</p> +<p class="i2"> 'Tis past the power of man to bear it!</p> +<p> And yet to mak o' her a wife,</p> +<p class="i2"> I couldna square it wi' my duty,</p> +<p> I'd like to see her a' her life</p> +<p class="i2"> Remain a virgin in her beauty;</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p> As pure as bonny as she's now,</p> +<p class="i2"> The walks of human life adorning;</p> +<p> As blithe as bird upon the bough,</p> +<p class="i2"> As sweet as breeze of summer morning.</p> +<p> Love paints the earth, it paints the sky,</p> +<p class="i2"> An' tints each lovely hue of Nature,</p> +<p> And makes to the enchanted eye</p> +<p class="i2"> An angel of a mortal creature.</p> +</div></div> +<p> +<i>Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +Spirit of Discovery.</h2> + +<hr/> +<center> +<i>Regent's Park</i>.</center> +<p> +It is much to be regretted that those who first designed the plantations +of the Regent's Park seem to have had little or +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page13" name="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span> + no taste for, or +knowledge of, hardy trees and shrubs; otherwise, this park might have +been the first arboretum in the world. Instead of the (about) 50 sorts +of trees and shrubs which it now exhibits, there might have been all the +3,000 sorts, now so admirably displaying their buds and leaves, and some +of them their flowers, in the arboretum of Messrs. Loddiges at Hackney. +A walk round that arboretum, at this season, is one of the greatest +treats which a botanist can enjoy, and a drive round the Regent's Park +might have been just as interesting. It is not yet too late to supply +this defect, and the expense to government would be a mere bagatelle. +The Zoological Society in the mean time, might receive contributions +of herbaceous plants, and be at the expense of planting and naming +them.—<i>London's Mag</i>. +</p><center> + +<i>Zoological Society</i>. +</center><p> +A catalogue of the members has been published, which includes 1,291 +names, besides corresponding members. The museum in Bruton Street has +received, and is daily receiving, valuable additions, as is the garden +in the Regent's Park. The extent of this garden has been, in consequence +of the various donations and purchases, considerably increased, and +several neat and appropriate structures are now erecting for the abode +of different specimens. It is a gratifying circumstance that these +specimens are, for the most part, clearly and distinctly named, with +the native country of the animal added. We could wish to see a greater +variety of trees, shrubs, and herbaceous plants introduced, and equally +clear names and geographical indications placed at them also. Why +should it not, as far as practicable, be a botanic garden as well +as a zoological garden?—<i>Ibid</i>. +</p> +<center> +<i>Galvanism</i>.</center> +<p> +Mr. Becquerel has discovered that the temperature of a conducting wire +communicating with the two poles of a pile, increases from each of its +extremities, and constantly reaches its maximum in the middle of the +wire.—<i>Brewster's Journal.</i></p> + +<center> +<i>Alloyed Iron Plate</i>.</center> +<p> +A manufacture of prepared iron has been practised, and the substance +produced used to a considerable degree in Paris. This has been to +prepare iron in large plates, and other forms, so that it will not rust. +This has been effected by coating it with an alloy of tin and much lead, +so as to form an imitation of tin plate. Trials have been made, and +proved favourable; it resists the action of certain fluids that would +rapidly corrode iron alone; it can be prepared of any size, and at a +low price. Its use in the manufacture of sugarpans and boilers, in the +construction of roofs and gutters, is expected to be very considerable. +—<i>Bull. d'Encouragement.</i> +</p> +<center> +<i>Saline Lake of Loonar in Berar.</i></center> +<p> +This curious lake is contained in a sort of cauldron of rocks amidst +a pleasing landscape, and is of course the object of superstition. The +taste of the water is uncommonly brackish. Mr. Alexander, who describes +it, found by a rough analysis that 100 parts contain</p> +<pre> + Muriate of Soda 20 parts, + Muriate of Lime 10 parts, + Muriate of Magnesia 6 parts, +</pre> +<p> +The principal purpose to which the sediment of the water is applied is +cleansing the shawls of Cachmere. It is also used as an ingredient in +the alkaline cake of the Musselmans.—<i>Trans. Lit. Soc. Madras.</i> +</p> +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +The Selector;<br/> +AND<br/> +LITERARY NOTICES OF<br/> +<i>NEW WORKS</i>.</h2> + +<hr/> + +<h3> +AN ILLUSTRIOUS SWINDLER.</h3> + +<p> +[Here is a whole-length of a fine, slashing French thief, from the third +volume of Vidocq, the policeman's Memoirs, of which more anon:—] +</p><p> +Winter was only twenty-six, a handsome brown fellow, with arched +eyebrows, long lashes, prominent nose, and rakish air. Winter had, +moreover, that good carriage, and peculiar look, which belongs to an +officer of light cavalry, and he, therefore, assumed a military costume, +which best displayed the graces of his person. One day he was an hussar, +the next a lancer, and then again in some fancy uniform. At will he was +chief of a squadron, commandant, aide-de-camp, colonel, &c.; and to +command more consideration, he did not fail to give himself a +respectable parentage; he was by turns the son of the valiant Lasalle, +of the gallant Winter, colonel of the grenadiers of the imperial +horse-guard; nephew of the general Comte de Lagrange, and cousin-german +to Rapp; in fact, there was no name which he did not borrow, no +illustrious family to which he did not belong. Born of parents in a +decent situation of life, Winter had received an education sufficiently +brilliant to enable him to aspire to all these metamorphoses; the +elegance of +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page14" name="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> + his manner, and a most gentlemanly appearance, completed +the illusion. +</p><p> +Few men had made a better début than Winter. Thrown early into the +career of arms, he obtained very rapid promotion; but when an officer he +soon lost the esteem of his superiors; who, to punish his misconduct, +sent him to the Isle of Ré, to one of the colonial battalions. There +he so conducted himself as to inspire a belief that he had entirely +reformed. But no sooner was he raised a step, than committing some fresh +peccadillo, he was compelled to desert in order to avoid punishment. +He came thence to Paris, where his exploits as swindler and pickpocket +procured him the unenviable distinction of being pointed out to the +police as one of the most skilful in his twofold profession. +</p><p> +Winter, who was what is termed a <i>downy one</i>, plucked a multitude +of <i>gulpins</i> even in the most elevated classes of society. He +visited princes, dukes, the sons of ancient senators, and it was on +them or the ladies of their circle that he made the experiments of his +misapplied talents. The females, particularly, however squeamish they +were, were never sufficiently so to prevent themselves from being +plundered by him. For several months the police were on the look out for +this seducing young man, who, changing his dress and abode incessantly, +escaped from their clutch at the moment when they thought they had him +securely, when I received orders to commence the chase after him, to +attempt his capture. +</p><p> +Winter was one of those Lovelaces who never deceive a woman without +robbing her. I thought that amongst his victims I could find at least +one, who, from a spirit of revenge, would be disposed to put me on the +scent of this monster. By dint of searching, I thought I had met with a +willing auxiliary, but as these Ariadnes, however ill used or forsaken +they may be, yet shrink from the immolation of their betrayer, I +determined to accost the damsel I met with cautiously. It was necessary, +before I ventured my bark, to take soundings, and I took care not to +manifest any hostility towards Winter, and not to alarm that residue of +tenderness, which, despite of ill usage, always remains in a sensitive +heart. I made my appearance in the character of almoner of the regiment +of which he was thought to command, and as such introduced to the +ci-devant mistress of the pretended colonel. The costume, the language, +the manner I assumed were in perfect unison with the character I was +about to play, and I obtained to my wish the confidence of the fair +forsaken one, who gave me unwittingly all the information I required. +She pointed out to me her favoured rival, who, already ill-treated by +Winter, had still the weakness to see him, and could not forbear making +fresh sacrifices for him. +</p><p> +I became acquainted with this charming lady, and to obtain favour in her +eyes, announced myself as a friend of her lover's family. The relatives +of the young giddy pate had empowered me to pay his debts; and if she +could contrive an interview with him for me, she might rely on being +satisfied with the result of the first. Madame ——— was not sorry to +have an opportunity of repairing the dilapidations made on her property, +and one morning sent me a note, stating that she was going to dine +with her lover the next day at the Boulevard du Temple, at La Galiote. +At four o'clock I went, disguised as a messenger, and stationed myself +at the door of the restaurant's; and after two hours' watch, I saw a +colonel of hussars approach. It was Winter, attended by two servants. +I went up to him, and offered to take care of the horses, which proffer +was accepted. Winter alighted, he could not escape me, but his eyes met +mine, and with one jump he flung himself on his horse, spurred him, and +disappeared. +</p><p> +I thought I had him, and my disappointment was great; but I did not +despair of catching my gentleman. Some time afterwards I learnt that +he was to be at the Café Hardi, in the Boulevard des Italiens. I went +thither with some of my agents, and when he arrived all was so well +arranged, that he had only to get into a hackney coach, of which I paid +the fare. Led before a commissary of police, he asserted that he was +not Winter; but, despite the insignia of the rank he had conferred on +himself, and the long string of orders hanging on his breast, he was +properly and officially identified as the individual mentioned in the +warrant which I had for his apprehension. +</p><p> +Winter was sentenced to eight years' imprisonment, and would now be at +liberty but for a forgery which he committed while at Bicêtre, which, +bringing on him a fresh sentence of eight years at the galleys, he was +conducted to the Bagne at the expiration of his original sentence, and +is there at present. +</p><p> +This adventurer does not want wit: he is, I am told, the author of a +vast many songs, much in fashion with the galley slaves, who consider +him us their Anacreon. +</p> +<hr/> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page15" name="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span></p> +<h3> +ANCIENT TYRE.</h3> + +<p> +The Tyrians, although not so early celebrated either in sacred or +profane history, had yet attained greater renown than their Sidonian +kinsmen. It is useless to conjecture at what period or under what +circumstances these eastern colonists had quitted the shores of the +Persian gulf, and fixed their seat on the narrow belt between the +mountains of Lebanon and the sea. Probably at first they were only +factories, established for connecting the trade between the eastern and +western world. If so, their origin must be sought among the natives +to the east of the Assyrians, as that race of industrious cultivators +possessed no shipping, and was hostile to commerce. The colonists +took root on this shore, became prosperous and wealthy, covered the +Mediterranean with their fleets, and its shores with their factories. +Tyre in the course of time became the dominant city, and under her +supremacy were founded the Phoenician colonies in Greece, Sicily, +Africa, and Spain. The wealth of her merchant princes had often tempted +the cupidity of the despots of Asia. Salmanassar, the Assyrian conqueror +of Israel, directed his attacks against Tyre, and continued them for +five years, but was finally compelled to raise the siege. Nabuchadonosor +was more persevering, and succeeded in capturing the city, after a siege +that lasted thirteen years. The old town, situated on the continent was +never rebuilt; but a new Tyre rose from its ruins. This occupied the +area of a small island, described by Pliny as two miles and a half in +circumference. On this confined space a large population existed, and +remedied the want of extent by raising story upon story, on the plan +followed by the ancient inhabitants of Edinburgh. It was separated from +the main land by an armlet of the sea, about half a mile in breadth +and about eighteen feet deep. The city was encircled by walls and +fortifications of great strength and height, and scarcely pregnable +even if accessible. +</p><p> +<i>Family Library, No. 3.</i> +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +SIR WILLIAM DEVEREUX,</h3> +<h4> +<i>A Portrait—by the Author of Pelham.</i></h4> + +<p> +My uncle did as his ancestors had done before him; and, cheap as the +dignity had grown, went up to court to be knighted by Charles II. He was +so delighted with what he saw of the metropolis, that he foreswore all +intention of leaving it, took to Sedley and champagne, flirted with Nell +Gwynne, lost double the value of his brother's portion at one sitting to +the chivalrous Grammont, wrote a comedy corrected by Etherege, and took +a wife recommended by Rochester. The wife brought him a child six months +after marriage, and the infant was born on the same day the comedy was +acted. Luckily for the honour of the house, my uncle shared the fate of +Plimneus, king of Sicyon, and all the offspring he ever had (that is to +say, the child and the play,) "died as soon as they were born." My uncle +was now only at a loss to know what to do with his wife, that remaining +treasure, whose readiness to oblige him had been so miraculously +evinced. She saved him the trouble of long cogitation,—an exercise +of intellect to which he was never too ardently inclined. There was +a gentleman of the court celebrated for his sedateness and solemnity; +my aunt was piqued into emulating Orpheus, and six weeks after her +confinement she put this rock into motion,—they eloped. Poor gentleman! +it must have been a severe trial of patience to a man never known before +to transgress the very slowest of all possible walks, to have had two +events of the most rapid nature happen to him in the same week. Scarcely +had he recovered the shock of being ran away with by my aunt, before, +terminating for ever his vagrancies, he was ran through by my uncle. +The wits made an epigram upon the event; and my uncle, who was as bold +as a lion at the point of a sword, was, to speak frankly, terribly +disconcerted by the point of a jest. He retired to the country in a +fit of disgust and gout. Here his own <i>bon naturel</i> rose from the +layers of art which had long oppressed it, and he solaced himself by +righteously governing domains worthy of a prince, for the mortifications +he had experienced in the dishonourable career of a courtier. Hitherto I +have spoken somewhat slightingly of my uncle; and in his dissipation he +deserved it, for he was both too honest and too simple to shine in that +galaxy of prostitute genius of which Charles II. was the centre. But in +retirement he was no longer the same person, and I do not think that +the elements of human nature could have furnished forth a more amiable +character than Sir William Devereux, presiding at Christmas over the +merriment of his great hall. Good old man! his very defects were what we +loved best in him; vanity was so mingled with good nature that it became +graceful, and we reverenced one the most, while we most smiled at the +other. One peculiarity had he, which the age he had lived in, and his +domestic history, +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page16" name="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> + rendered natural enough, viz. an exceeding distaste +to the matrimonial state: early marriages were misery; imprudent +marriages idiotism; and marriage at the best he was wont to say, with +a kindling eye and a heightened colour, marriage at the best—was the +devil. Yet it must not be supposed that Sir William Devereux was an +ungallant man. On the contrary, never did the <i>beau sexe</i> have a +humbler or more devoted servant. As nothing in his estimation was less +becoming to a wise man than matrimony, so nothing was more ornamental +than flirtation. He had the old man's weakness, garrulity, and he told +the wittiest stories in the world, without omitting any thing in them +but the point. This omission did not arise from the want either of +memory or of humour, but solely from a deficiency in the malice natural +to all jesters. He could not persuade his lips to repeat a sarcasm +hurting even the dead or the ungrateful; and when he came to the drop +of gall which should have given zest to the story, the milk of human +kindness broke its barrier despite himself, and washed it away. He was a +fine wreck, a little prematurely broken by dissipation, but not perhaps +the less interesting on that account; tall, and somewhat of the jovial +old English girth, with a face where good nature and good living mingled +their smiles and glow. He wore the garb of twenty years back, and was +curiously particular in the choice of his silk stockings. He was not a +little vain of his leg, and a compliment on that score was always sure +of a gracious reception.</p> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2> +The Gatherer.</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.</p> +</div></div> +<h4> +SHAKSPEARE.</h4> + +<hr/> +<p> +Lord Sundon was one of the commissioners of the treasury in the reign of +George II. The celebrated Bob Doddington was a colleague of the noble +lord, and was always complaining of his slowness of comprehension. +One day that lord Sundon laughed at something which Doddington had said, +Winnington, another member of the board, said to him, in a whisper, +"You are very ungrateful: you see lord Sundon takes your joke." "No, +no," replied Doddington, "he is laughing now at what I said last board +day."—<i>Monthly Mag</i>. +</p> +<hr/> + +<h3> +STINGING MISTAKE.</h3> + +<p> +A certain person, who shall be nameless, filled the situation of +Plumian Professor of Astronomy at Oxford. He was a great stickler for +decorum, and all due respect to his office. One day he received a letter +by the post, directed to himself, as the <i>Plumbian</i> Professor. +He shook with indignation. What an insult! <i>Plumbian</i> professor! +Leaden professor! Was it meant to insinuate that there was any thing +of a leaden quality in his lectures or writings! While thus irate, a +friend of the professor happened to drop in. He showed him the letter, +and expatiated upon the indignity of the superscription. His friend +*endeavoured to convince him that it must be merely a slip of the pen. +In vain. The professor would not be pacified. "Well," said his friend, +"at any rate, it is evident the <i>b</i> has stung you."—<i>Ibid</i>. +</p> +<hr/> +<p> +An Irish barrister had the failing of Goldsmith, in an eminent degree: +that of believing he could do every thing better than any other person. +This propensity exhibited itself ludicrously enough on one occasion, +when a violent influenza prevailed in Dublin. A friend who happened to +meet him, mentioned a particular acquaintance, and observed that he had +had the influenza very bad. "Bad!" exclaimed the other, "I don't know +how bad <i>he</i> has had it, but I am sure I have had it quite as bad +as he, or any one else."—"Not quite, I think," replied his friend, "for +poor Mr. Gillicuddy is dead."—"Well," rejoined our tenacious optimist, +"and what of that? <i>I</i> could have died too, if I had liked +it."—<i>Ibid</i>.</p> + +<hr/> +<h3> +THE LATE SIR HUMPHRY DAVY, BART.</h3> +<center> +THE SUPPLEMENT, containing Title, Preface, and Index to Vol. xiii. and +a fine Steel-plate</center> +<center> +PORTRAIT OF SIR HUMPHRY DAVY, BART. +</center><center> +With a copious Memoir of his interesting Life and Discoveries, Notices +of his Literary Works, &c. is now Publishing. +</center> +<hr/> +<p> +LIMBIRD'S EDITION OF THE<br/> +<i>Following Novels is already Published</i>: +</p> +<pre> + s. d. + Mackenzie's Man of Feeling 0 6 + Paul and Virginia 0 6 + The Castle of Otranto 0 6 + Almoran and Hamet 0 6 + Elizabeth, or the Exiles of Siberia 0 6 + The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne 0 6 + Rasselas 0 8 + The Old English Baron 0 8 + Nature and Art 0 8 + Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield 0 10 + Sicilian Romance 1 0 + The Man of the World 1 0 + A Simple Story 1 4 + Joseph Andrews 1 6 + Humphry Clinker 1 8 + The Romance of the Forest 1 8 + The Italian 2 0 + Zeluco, by Dr. Moore 2 6 + Edward, by Dr. Moore 2 6 + Roderick Random 2 6 + The Mysteries of Udolpho 3 6 + Peregrine Pickle 4 6 +</pre> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<blockquote class="footnote"> +<a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a> +<b>Footnote 1</b>: +<a href="#footnotetag1">(return)</a> + +<p>The following lines are inscribed on its pedestal, in Latin, + and in English:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p> Lest at the sculptor doubtfully you guess,</p> +<p> 'Tis Marc Agrati, not Praxiteles.</p> +</div></div> +<p> + This statue is reckoned worth its weight in gold. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="full" /> + + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11233 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/11233-h/images/379-1.png b/11233-h/images/379-1.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d707e4 --- /dev/null +++ b/11233-h/images/379-1.png |
