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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 www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, No. +288, Supplementary Number + +Author: Various + +Release Date: February 26, 2004 [eBook #11326] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: US-ASCII + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, +AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION, VOL. 10, NO. 288, SUPPLEMENTARY NUMBER*** + + +E-text prepared by Jonathan Ingram, Terry Gilliland, David Garcia, and the +Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustration. + See 11326-h.htm or 11326-h.zip: + (http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/1/1/3/2/11326/11326-h/11326-h.htm) + or + (http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/1/1/3/2/11326/11326-h.zip) + + + + +THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION. + +VOL. 10, No. 288.] SUPPLEMENTARY NUMBER. [PRICE 2d. + + + + * * * * * + + + + +The Return of a Victorious Armament to a Greek City. + + +[Illustration: The Return of a Victorious Armament to a Greek City.] + + +SPIRIT OF "THE ANNUALS" FOR 1828. + + +Our readers have annually anticipated a high treat from this splendid +intellectual banquet, served up by some of the master[1] spirits of +the age. + + [1] We hope this epithet will not be considered ungallant--for, to + say the truth, the _ladies_ have contributed the best poetical + portion of the feast. This display of female talent has + increased in brilliancy year after year: and the _Lords_ should + look to it. + +We doubt whether the comparison is refined enough for the fair +authoresses; but our fancy has led us to class their contributions to +the present feast as follow:-- + + +_Hock--Champagne_, (_Still and Sparkling_.) + +L.E.L. +Hood. + +_Bucellas._ + +Miss Mitford. +Bernard Barton. + +_Lacrymae Christi._ + +Mrs. Hemans. +Watts. +Delta. + +_Port._ + +Coleridge. +Southey. + +_Claret._ + +Montgomery, + + +with a due proportion of _vin ordinaire_. This comparison may be +pleasant enough as after-dinner chat, but we fear our readers will +think it like cooks circulating the Bills of Fare on the morning of +Lord Mayor's Day; and lest we should incur their displeasure, we +shall proceed with our select _course_: but we are mere disposers. + + * * * * * + + +THE LITERARY SOUVENIR. + + +In literary talent, as well as in graphic beauty, this elegant volume +stands first; and from it we have selected the subject of the above +engraving, accompanied by the following + + +ANCIENT SONG OF VICTORY. + +BY MRS. HEMANS. + + +Fill high the bowl, with Samian wine, +Our virgins dance beneath the shade. + +BYRON. + + + Lo! they come, they come! + Garlands for every shrine! + Strike lyres to greet them home; + Bring roses, pour ye wine! + + Swell, swell the Dorian flute + Thro' the blue, triumphal sky! + Let the Cittern's tone salute + The Sons of Victory! + + With the offering of bright blood, + They have ransomed earth and tomb, + Vineyard, and field, and flood;-- + Lo! they come, they come! + + Sing it where olives wave, + And by the glittering sea, + And o'er each hero's grave,-- + Sing, sing, the land is free! + + Mark ye the flashing oars, + And the spears that light the deep! + How the festal sunshine pours + Where the lords of battle sweep! + + Each hath brought back his shield,-- + Maid, greet thy lover home! + Mother, from that proud field, + Lo! thy son is come! + + Who murmured of the dead? + Hush, boding voice! we know + That many a shining head + Lies in its glory low. + + Breathe not those names to-day! + They shall have their praise ere long, + And a power all hearts to sway + In ever-burning song. + + But now shed flowers, pour wine, + To hail the conquerors home! + Bring wreaths for every shrine-- + Lo! they come, they come! + + +The original engraving is by Edward Goodall, from a painting by William +Linton, Esq. It is altogether a rich and glorious composition, at +this moment too, glowing with more than pictorial interest; and the +_carmen triumphale_ of the poetess is a worthy accompaniment. Among +the other engravings the frontispiece and opposite page of this work +are extremely rich and beautiful: _Psyche borne by the Zephyrs to the +Island of Pleasure_, is full of languishing beauty; _Medora_, painted +by Pickersgill and engraved by Rolls, is a delightfully placid +moonlight scene; the _Declaration_, easy and graceful: there are, +however, in our opinion, two decided failures in the volume, which, +for the credit of the artists, had better been omitted. Our present +notices of the _literary_ department must be confined to the following +selection: + + +THE CITY OF THE DEMONS. + +_By William Maginn, Esq._ + + +In days of yore, there lived in the flourishing city of Cairo, a Hebrew +Rabbi, by name Jochorian, who was the most learned of his nation. His +fame went over the East, and the most distant people sent their young +men to imbibe wisdom from his lips. He was deeply skilled in the +traditions of the fathers, and his word on a disputed point was decisive. +He was pious, just, temperate, and strict; but he had one vice--a love +of gold had seized upon his heart, and he opened not his hand to the +poor. Yet he was wealthy above most, his wisdom being to him the +source of riches. The Hebrews of the city were grieved at this blemish +on the wisest of their people; but though the elders of the tribes +continued to reverence him for his fame, the women and children of +Cairo called him by no other name than that of Rabbi Jochonan the miser. + +None knew, so well as he, the ceremonies necessary for initiation +into the religion of Moses; and, consequently, the exercise of those +solemn offices was to him another source of gain. One day, as he walked +in the fields about Cairo, conversing with a youth on the interpretation +of the law, it so happened, that the angel of death smote the young man +suddenly, and he fell dead before the feet of the Rabbi, even while he +was yet speaking. When the Rabbi found that the youth was dead, he rent +his garments, and glorified the Lord. But his heart was touched, and +the thoughts of death troubled him in the visions of the night. He +felt uneasy when he reflected on his hardness to the poor, and he +said, "Blessed be the name of the Lord! The first good thing that +I am asked to do in that holy name, will I perform."--But he sighed, +for he feared that some one might ask of him a portion of his gold. + +While yet he thought upon these things, there came a loud cry at his gate. + +"Awake, thou sleeper!" said the voice; "Awake! A child is in danger of +death, and the mother hath sent me for thee that thou may'st do thine +office." + +"The night is dark and gloomy," said the Rabbi, coming to his casement, +"and mine age is great; are there not younger men than I in Cairo?" + +"For thee only, Rabbi Jochonan, whom some call the wise, but whom others +call Rabbi Jochonan the miser, was I sent. Here is gold," said he, taking +out a purse of sequins--"I want not thy labour for nothing. I adjure thee +to come, in the name of the living God." + +So the Rabbi thought upon the vow he had just made, and he groaned in +spirit, for the purse sounded heavy. + +"As thou hast adjured me by that name, I go with thee," said he to the +man, "but I hope the distance is not far. Put up thy gold." + +"The place is at hand," said the stranger, who was a gallant youth, +in magnificent attire. "Be speedy, for time presses." + +Jochonan arose, dressed himself, and accompanied the stranger, after +having carefully locked up all the doors of his house, and deposited +his keys in a secret place--at which the stranger smiled. + +"I never remember," said the Rabbi, "so dark a night. Be thou to me as a +guide, for I can hardly see the way." + +"I know it well," replied the stranger with a sigh, "it is a way much +frequented, and travelled hourly by many; lean upon mine arm and fear +not." + +They journeyed on; and though the darkness was great, yet the Rabbi could +see, when it occasionally brightened, that he was in a place strange to +him. "I thought," said he, "I knew all the country for leagues about +Cairo, yet I know not where I am. I hope, young man," said he to his +companion, "that thou hast not missed the way;" and his heart misgave +him. + +"Fear not," returned the stranger. "Your journey is even now done," and, +as he spoke, the feet of the Rabbi slipped from under him, and he +rolled down a great height. When he recovered, he found that his +companion had fallen also, and stood by his side. + +"Nay, young man," said the Rabbi, "if thus thou sportest with the grey +hairs of age, thy days are numbered. Wo unto him who insults the hoary +head!" + +The stranger made an excuse, and they journeyed on some little further +in silence. The darkness grew less, and the astonished Rabbi, lifting +up his eyes, found that they had come to the gates of a city which he +had never before seen. Yet he knew all the cities of the land of Egypt, +and he had walked but half an hour from his dwelling in Cairo. So he +knew not what to think, but followed the man with trembling. + +They soon entered the gates of the city, which was lighted up as if +there were a festival in every house. The streets were full of +revellers, and nothing but a sound of joy could be heard. But when +Jochonan looked upon their faces--they were the faces of men pained +within; and he saw, by the marks they bore, that they were Mazikin +[demons]. He was terrified in his soul; and, by the light of the +torches, he looked also upon the face of his companion, and, behold! +he saw upon him too, the mark that shewed him to be a Demon. The Rabbi +feared excessively--almost to fainting; but he thought it better to be +silent; and sadly he followed his guide, who brought him to a splendid +house, in the most magnificent quarter of the city. + +"Enter here?" said the Demon to Jochonan, "for this house is mine. +The lady and the child are in the upper chamber;" and, accordingly, +the sorrowful Rabbi ascended the stair to find them. + +The lady, whose dazzling beauty was shrouded by melancholy beyond hope, +lay in bed; the child, in rich raiment, slumbered on the lap of the +nurse, by her side. + +"I have brought to thee, light of my eyes!" said the Demon, "Rebecca, +beloved of my soul! I have brought thee Rabbi Jochonan the wise, for +whom thou didst desire. Let him, then, speedily begin his office; I +shall fetch all things necessary, for he is in haste to depart." + +He smiled bitterly as he said these words, looking at the Rabbi; and left +the room, followed by the nurse. + +When Jochonan and the lady were alone, she turned in the bed towards him, +and said:-- + +"Unhappy man that thou art! knowest thou where thou hast been brought?" + +"I do," said he, with a heavy groan; I know that I am in a city of the +Mazikin." + +"Know, then, further," said she, and the tears gushed from eyes brighter +than the diamond, "know then, further, that no one is ever brought here, +unless he hath sinned before the Lord. What my sin hath been imports +not to thee--and I seek not to know thine. But here thou remainest +for ever--lost, even as I am lost." And she wept again. + +The Rabbi dashed his turban on the ground, and tearing his hair, +exclaimed, "Wo is me! Who art thou, woman! that speakest to me thus?" + +"I am a Hebrew woman," said she, "the daughter of a Doctor of the Laws +in the city of Bagdad; and being brought hither, it matters not how, +I am married to a prince among the Mazikin, even him who was sent for +thee. And that child, whom thou sawest, is our first-born, and I could +not bear the thought that the soul of our innocent babe should perish. +I therefore besought my husband to try to bring hither a priest, that +the law of Moses (blessed be his memory!) should be done; and thy fame, +which has spread to Bagdad, and lands further towards the rising of +the sun, made me think of thee. Now my husband, though great among +the Mazikin, is more just than the other Demons; and he loves me, +whom he hath ruined, with a love of despair. So he said, that the +name of Jochonan the wise was familiar unto him, and that he knew +thou wouldst not be able to refuse. What thou hast done, to give +him power over thee, is known to thyself." + +"I swear, before Heaven!" said the Rabbi, "that I have ever diligently +kept the law, and walked stedfastly according to the traditions of +our fathers, from the day of my youth upward. I have wronged no man +in word or deed, and I have daily worshipped the Lord; minutely +performing all the ceremonies thereto needful." + +"Nay," said the lady, "all this thou mightest have done, and more, +and yet be in the power of the Demons. But time passes, for I hear +the foot of my husband mounting the stair. There is one chance of thine +escape." + +"What is that? O lady of beauty?" said the agonized Rabbi. + +"Eat not, drink not, nor take fee or reward while here; and as long as +thou canst do thus, the Mazikin have no power over thee, dead or alive. +Have courage, and persevere." + +As she ceased from speaking, her husband entered the room, followed by the +nurse, who bore all things requisite for the ministration of the Rabbi. +With a heavy heart he performed his duty, and the child was numbered +among the faithful. But when, as usual, at the conclusion of the ceremony, +the wine was handed round to be tasted by the child, the mother, and the +Rabbi, he refused it when it came to him, saying:-- + +"Spare me, my lord, for I have made a vow that I fast this day; and I will +not eat, neither will I drink." + +"Be it as thou pleasest," said the Demon, "I will not that thou shouldst +break thy vow;" and he laughed aloud. + +So the poor Rabbi was taken into a chamber, looking into a garden, where +he passed the remainder of the night and the day weeping, and praying +to the Lord that he would deliver him from the city of Demons. But when +the twelfth hour came, and the sun was set, the Prince of the Mazikin +came again unto him, and said:-- + +"Eat now, I pray thee, for the day of thy vow is past;" and he set +meat before him. + +"Pardon again thy servant, my lord," said Jochonan, "in this thing. I have +another vow for this day also. I pray thee be not angry with thy servant." + +"I am not angry," said the Demon, "be it as thou pleasest; I respect thy +vow;" and he laughed louder than before. + +So the Rabbi sat another day in his chamber by the garden, weeping and +praying. And when the sun had gone behind the hills, the Prince of the +Mazikin again stood before him, and said:-- + +"Eat now, for thou must be an hungered. It was a sore vow of thine;" and +he offered him daintier meats. + +And Jochonan felt a strong desire to eat, but he prayed inwardly to the +Lord, and the temptation passed, and he answered:-- + +"Excuse thy servant yet a third time, my lord, that I eat not. I have +renewed my vow." + +"Be it so, then," said the other; "arise, and follow me." + +The Demon took a torch in his hand, and led the Rabbi through winding +passages of his palace, to the door of a lofty chamber, which he +opened with a key that he took from a niche in the wall. On entering +the room, Jochonan saw that it was of solid silver--floor, ceiling, +walls, even to the threshold and the door-posts. And the curiously +carved roof, and borders of the ceiling, shone, in the torch-light, +as if they were the fanciful work of frost. In the midst were heaps +of silver money, piled up in immense urns of the same metal, even over +the brim. + +"Thou hast done me a serviceable act, Rabbi," said the Demon--"take of +these what thou pleasest; ay, were it the whole." + +"I cannot, my lord," said Jochonan. "I was adjured by thee to come hither +in the name of God; and in that name I came, not for fee or for reward." + +"Follow me," said the prince of the Mazikin; and Jochonan did so, into an +inner chamber. + +It was of gold, as the other was of silver. Its golden roof was supported +by pillars and pilasters of gold, resting upon a golden floor. The +treasures of the kings of the earth would not purchase one of the +four-and-twenty vessels of golden coins, which were disposed in six +rows along the room. No wonder! for they were filled by the constant +labours of the Demons of the mine. The heart of Jochonan was moved +by avarice, when he saw them shining in yellow light, like the autumnal +sun, as they reflected the beams of the torch. But God enabled him to +persevere. + +"These are thine," said the Demon; "one of the vessels which thou +beholdest would make thee richest of the sons of men--and I give thee +them all." + +But Jochonan refused again; and the Prince of the Mazikin opened the +door of a third chamber, which was called the Hall of Diamonds. When +the Rabbi entered, he screamed aloud, and put his hands over his eyes; +for the lustre of the jewels dazzled him, as if he had looked upon the +noon-day sun. In vases of agate were heaped diamonds beyond enumeration, +the smallest of which was larger than a pigeon's egg. On alabaster +tables lay amethysts, topazes, rubies, beryls, and all other precious +stones, wrought by the hands of skilful artists, beyond power of +computation. The room was lighted by a carbuncle, which, from the end +of the hall, poured its ever-living light, brighter than the rays of +noontide, but cooler than the gentle radiance of the dewy moon. This +was a sore trial on the Rabbi; but he was strengthened from above, and +he refused again. + +"Thou knowest me then, I perceive, O Jochonan, son of Ben-David," said +the Prince of the Mazikin; "I am a Demon who would tempt thee to +destruction. As thou hast withstood so far, I tempt thee no more. Thou +hast done a service which, though I value it not, is acceptable in the +sight of her whose love is dearer to me than the light of life. Sad has +been that love to thee, my Rebecca! Why should I do that which would make +thy cureless grief more grievous? You have yet another chamber to see," +said he to Jochonan, who had closed his eyes, and was praying fervently +to the Lord, beating his breast. + +Far different from the other chambers, the one into which the Rabbi was +next introduced, was a mean and paltry apartment, without furniture. +On its filthy walls hung innumerable bunches of rusty keys, of all sizes, +disposed without order. Among them, to the astonishment of Jochonan, +hung the keys of his own house, those which he had put to hide when +he came on this miserable journey, and he gazed upon them intently. + +"What dost thou see," said the Demon, "that makes thee look so eagerly? +Can he who has refused silver, and gold, and diamonds, be moved by a +paltry bunch of rusty iron?" + +"They are mine own, my lord," said the Rabbi, "them will I take, if they +be offered me." + +"Take them, then," said the Demon, putting them into his hand;--"thou +may'st depart. But, Rabbi, open not thy house only, when thou returnest +to Cairo, but thy heart also. That thou didst not open it before, was +that which gave me power over thee. It was well that thou didst one +act of charity in coming with me without reward, for it has been thy +salvation. Be no more Rabbi Jochonan the miser." + +The Rabbi bowed to the ground, and blessed the Lord for his escape. "But +how," said he, "am I to return, for I know not the way?" + +"Close thine eyes," said the Demon. He did so, and in the space of a +moment, heard the voice of the Prince of Mazikin ordering him to open +them again. And, behold, when he opened them, he stood in the centre of +his own chamber, in his house at Cairo, with the keys in his hand. + +When he recovered from his surprise, and had offered thanksgivings to +God, he opened his house, and his heart also. He gave alms to the poor, +he cheered the heart of the widow, and lightened the destitution of +the orphan. His hospitable board was open to the stranger, and his +purse was at the service of all who needed to share it. His life was +a perpetual act of benevolence; and the blessings showered upon him +by all, were returned bountifully upon him by the hand of God. + +But people wondered, and said, "Is not this the man who was called Rabbi +Jochonan the miser? What hath made the change?" And it became a saying +in Cairo. When it came to the ears of the Rabbi, he called his friends +together, and he avowed his former love of gold, and the danger to which +it had exposed him; relating all which has been above told, in the +hall of the new palace that he built by the side of the river, on the +left hand, as thou goest down by the course of the great stream. And +wise men, who were scribes, wrote it down from his mouth, for the +memory of mankind, that they might profit thereby. And a venerable man, +with a beard of snow, who had read it in these books, and at whose feet +I sat, that I might learn the wisdom of the old time, told it to me. +And I write it in the tongue of England, the merry and the free, on +the tenth day of the month Nisan, in the year, according to the lesser +computation, five hundred ninety and seven, that thou may'st learn good +thereof. If not, the fault be upon thee. + + * * * * * + + +STANZAS + + +_Written on seeing Flags and other Ensigns of War, hanging in a Country +Church._ + +BY ALARIC A. WATTS. + + + Oh! why amid this hallowed scene. + Should signs of mortal feud be found; + Why seek with such vain gauds to wean + Our thoughts from holier relics 'round? + More fitting emblems here abound + Of glory's bright, unfading wreath;-- + Conquests, with purer triumphs crowned;-- + Proud victories over Sin and Death! + + Of these how many records rise + Before my chastened spirit now; + Memorials, pointing to the skies, + Of Christian battles fought below. + What need of yon stern things to shew + That darker deeds have oft been done?-- + Is't not enough for Man to know + He lives but through the blood of ONE! + + And thou, mild delegate of God, + Whose words of balm, and guiding light. + Would lead us, from earth's drear abode, + To worlds with bliss for ever bright,-- + What have the spoils of mortal fight + To do with themes 'tis thine to teach? + Faith's saving grace--each sacred rite + Thou know'st to practice as to preach! + + The blessings of the contrite heart, + Thy bloodless conquests best proclaim; + The tears from sinners' eyes that start, + Are meetest records of thy fame. + The glory that may grace thy name + From loftier triumphs sure must spring;-- + The grateful thoughts thy worth may claim, + Trophies like these can never bring! + + Then, wherefore on this sainted spot, + With peace and love, and hope imbued,-- + Some vision calm of bliss to blot, + And turn our thoughts on deeds of blood,-- + Should signs of battle-fields intrude:-- + Man wants no trophies here of strife; + His Oriflamme--Faith unsubdued;-- + His Panoply--a spotless life! + + * * * * * + + +THE BRITISH SAILOR'S SONG. + +BY ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. + + + Away with bayonet and with lance, + With corslet, casque and sword; + Our island king no war-horse needs, + For on the sea he's lord. + His throne's the war-ship's lofty deck, + His sceptre is the mast; + His kingdom is the rolling wave, + His servant is the blast. + His anchor's up, fair Freedom's flag + Proud to the mast he nails; + Tyrants and conquerors bow your heads, + For there your terror sails. + + I saw fierce Prussia's chargers stand, + Her children's sharp swords out;-- + Proud Austria's bright spurs streaming red, + When rose the closing shout. + But soon the steeds rushed masterless, + By tower and town and wood; + For lordly France her fiery youth + Poured o'er them like a flood. + Go, hew the gold spurs from your heels, + And let your steeds run free; + Then come to our unconquered decks, + And learn to reign at sea. + + Behold you black and battered hulk + That slumbers on the tide, + There is no sound from stem to stern, + For peace has plucked her pride. + The masts are down, the cannon mute, + She shews nor sheet nor sail; + Nor starts forth with the seaward breeze, + Nor answers shout nor hail. + Her merry men with all their mirth, + Have sought some other shore; + And she with all her glory on, + Shall rule the sea no more. + + So landsmen speak.--Lo! her top-masts + Are quivering in the sky + Her sails are spread, her anchor's raised, + There sweeps she gallant by. + A thousand warriors fill her decks; + Within her painted side + The thunder sleeps--man's might has nought + Can match or mar her pride. + In victor glory goes she forth, + Her stainless flag flies free, + Kings of the earth come and behold + How Britain reigns on sea! + + When on your necks the armed foot + Of fierce Napoleon trod; + And all was his save the wide sea, + Where we triumphant rode: + He launched his terror and his strength, + Our sea-born pride to tame; + They came--they got the Nelson-touch, + And vanished as they came. + Go, hang your bridles in your halls, + And set your war-steels free: + The world has one unconquer'd king, + And he reigns on the sea! + + +Mr. Watts, the editor, besides the stanzas we have quoted, has +contributed indeed less than other editors, in similar works, and much +less than we could wish, for we are sincere admirers of his plaintive +muse. His preface should be read with due attention, for it is +calculated to set the public right on the _fate and merit_ of numberless +works. + + * * * * * + + + + +THE FORGET ME NOT. + + +The _avant-courier_ of the "Annuals" is of equal literary merit with +its precursors; but not quite equal in its engravings--The _Sisters' +Dream_, by Davenport, from a drawing by Corbould, is, however, placidly +interesting; the _Bridal Morning_, by Finden, is also a pleasing +scene; and the _Seventh Plague of Egypt_, by Le Keux, from a design by +Martin, though in miniature, is terrific and sublime. In the literary +department we especially notice the _Sun-Dial_, a pensive tale, by Delta, +but too long for extract; and the _Sky-Lark_ by the Ettrick Shepherd, +soaring with all the freshness and fancy of that extraordinary genius. +The _Sword_, a beautiful picture of martial woe, by Miss Landon, is +subjoined:-- + + + 'Twas the battle field, and the cold pale moon + Look'd down on the dead and dying, + And the wind pass'd o'er with a dirge and a wail, + Where the young and the brave were lying. + + With his father's sword in his red right hand. + And the hostile dead around him, + Lay a youthful chief: but his bed was the ground, + And the grave's icy sleep had bound him. + + A reckless Rover, 'mid death and doom, + Pass'd a soldier, his plunder seeking: + Careless he stept where friend and foe + Lay alike in their life-blood reeking. + + Drawn by the shine of the warrior's sword, + The soldier paused beside it: + He wrench'd the hand with a giant's strength, + But the grasp of the dead defied it. + + He loosed his hold, and his English heart + Took part with the dead before him, + And he honour'd the brave who died sword in hand, + As with soften'd brow he leant o'er him. + + "A soldier's death thou hast boldly died, + A soldier's grave won by it: + Before I would take that sword from thine hand, + My own life's blood should dye it. + + "Thou shalt not be left for the carrion crow, + Or the wolf to batten o'er thee: + Or the coward insult the gallant dead, + Who in life had trembled before thee." + + Then dug he a grave in the crimson earth + Where his warrior foe was sleeping, + And he laid him there in honour and rest, + With his sword in his own brave keeping. + + + * * * * * + +As a relief, we quote the following characteristic sketch by Miss +Mitford:-- + + +A COUNTRY APOTHECARY. + + +One of the most important personages in a small country town is the +apothecary. He takes rank next after the rector and the attorney, and +before the curate; and could be much less easily dispensed with than +either of those worthies, not merely as holding "fate and physic" in his +hand, but as the general, and as it were official, associate, adviser, +comforter, and friend, of all ranks and all ages, of high and low, rich +and poor, sick and well. I am no despiser of dignities; but twenty +emperors shall be less intensely missed in their wide dominions, than +such a man as my friend John Hallett in his own small sphere. + +The spot which was favoured with the residence of this excellent person +was the small town of Hazelby, in Dorsetshire; a pretty little place, +where every thing seems at a stand-still. It was originally built in +the shape of the letter T; a long broad market-place (still so called, +although the market be gone) serving for the perpendicular stem, traversed +by a straight, narrow, horizontal street, to answer for the top line. +Not one addition has occurred to interrupt this architectural regularity, +since, fifty years ago, a rich London tradesman built, at the west end +of the horizontal street, a wide-fronted single house, with two low +wings, iron palisades before, and a fish-pond opposite, which still +goes by the name of New Place, and is balanced, at the east end of +the street, by an erection of nearly the same date, a large square +dingy mansion enclosed within high walls, inhabited by three maiden +sisters, and called, probably by way of nickname, the Nunnery. New Place +being on the left of the road, and the Nunnery on the right, the T has +now something of the air of the italic capital T, turned up at one end +and down at the other. The latest improvements are the bow-window in the +market-place, commanding the pavement both ways, which the late brewer, +Andrews, threw out in his snug parlour some twenty years back, and where +he used to sit smoking, with the sash up, in summer afternoons, enjoying +himself, good man; and the great room, at the Swan, originally built by +the speculative publican, Joseph Allwright, for an assembly-room. That +speculation did not answer. The assembly, in spite of canvassing and +patronage, and the active exertions of all the young ladies in the +neighbourhood, dwindled away, and died at the end of two winters: +then it became a club-room for the hunt; but the hunt quarrelled with +Joseph's cookery: then a market-room for the farmers; but the farmers +(it was in the high-price time) quarrelled with Joseph's wine: then it +was converted into the magistrate's room--the bench; but the bench and +the market went away together, and there was an end of justicing: then +Joseph tried the novel attraction (to borrow a theatrical phrase) of a +billiard-table; but, alas! that novelty succeeded as ill as if it had +been theatrical; there were not customers enough to pay the marker: at +last, it has merged finally in that unconscious receptacle of pleasure +and pain, a post-office; although Hazelby has so little to do with +traffic of any sort--even the traffic of correspondence--that a saucy +mail-coach will often carry on its small bag, and as often forget to +call for the London bag in return. + +In short, Hazelby is an insignificant place;--my readers will look +for it in vain in the map of Dorsetshire;--it is omitted, poor dear +town!--left out by the map-maker with as little remorse as a dropped +letter!--and it is also an old-fashioned place. It has not even a cheap +shop for female gear. Every thing in the one store which it boasts, +kept by Martha Deane, linen-draper and haberdasher, is dear and good, +as things were wont to be. You may actually get there thread made of +flax, from the gouty, uneven, clumsy, shiny fabric, ycleped whited-brown, +to the delicate commodity of Lisle, used for darning muslin. I think +I was never more astonished, from the mere force of habit, than when, +on asking for thread, I was presented, instead of the pretty lattice-wound +balls, or snowy reels of cotton, with which that demand is usually +answered, with a whole drawerful of skeins peeping from their blue papers +--such skeins as in my youth a thrifty maiden would draw into the +nicely-stitched compartments of that silken repository, a housewife, or +fold into a congeries of graduated thread-papers, "fine by degrees, and +beautifully less." The very literature of Hazelby is doled out at the +pastry cook's, in a little one-windowed shop kept by Matthew Wise. Tarts +occupy one end of the counter, and reviews the other; whilst the shelves +are parcelled out between books, and dolls, and ginger, bread. It is a +question, by which of his trades poor Matthew gains least; he is so +shabby, so threadbare, and so starved. + +Such a town would hardly have known what to do with a highly informed and +educated surgeon, such as one now generally sees in that most liberal +profession. My friend, John Hallett, suited it exactly. His predecessor, +Mr. Simon Saunders, had been a small, wrinkled, spare old gentleman, +with a short cough and a thin voice, who always seemed as if he needed +an apothecary himself. He wore generally a full suit of drab, a flaxen +wig of the sort called a Bob Jerom, and a very tight muslin stock; a +costume which he had adopted in his younger days in imitation of the +most eminent physician of the next city, and continued to the time of +his death. Perhaps the cough might have been originally an imitation +also, ingrafted on the system by habit. It had a most unsatisfactory +sound, and seemed more like a trick than a real effort of nature. His +talk was civil, prosy, and fidgetty: much addicted to small scandal, +and that kind of news which passes under the denomination of +tittle-tattle, he was sure to tell one half of the town where the +other drank tea, and recollected the blancmanges and jellies on a +supper-table, or described a new gown, with as much science and +unction as if he had been used to make jellies and wear gowns in +his own person. Certain professional peculiarities might have +favoured the supposition. His mode of practice was exactly that +popularly attributed to old women. He delighted in innocent +remedies--manna, magnesia, and camphor julep; never put on a +blister in his life; and would sooner, from pure complaisance, +let a patient die, than administer an unpalatable prescription. + +So qualified, to say nothing of his gifts in tea-drinking, cassino, +and quadrille (whist was too many for him), his popularity could not +be questioned. When he expired, all Hazelby mourned. The lamentation +was general. The women of every degree (to borrow a phrase from that +great phrase-monger, Horace Walpole) "cried quarts;" and the procession +to the churchyard--that very churchyard to which he had himself attended +so many of his patients--was now followed by all of them that remained +alive. + +It was felt that the successor of Mr. Simon Saunders would have many +difficulties to encounter. My friend, John Hallett, "came, and saw, and +overcame." John was what is usually called a rough diamond. Imagine a +short, clumsy, stout-built figure, almost as broad as it is long, +crowned by a bullet head, covered with shaggy brown hair, sticking out +in every direction; the face round and solid, with a complexion originally +fair, but dyed one red by exposure to all sorts of weather; open +good-humoured eyes, of a greenish cast, his admirers called them hazel; +a wide mouth, full of large white teeth; a cocked-up nose, and a double +chin; bearing altogether a strong resemblance to a print which I once +saw hanging up in an alehouse parlour, of "the celebrated divine (to use +the identical words of the legend) Dr. Martin Luther." + +The condition of a country apothecary being peculiarly liable to the +inclemency of the season, John's dress was generally such as might bid +defiance to wind, or rain, or snow, or hail. If any thing, he wrapt up +most in the summer, having a theory that people were never so apt to +take cold as in hot weather. He usually wore a bearskin great-coat, a +silk handkerchief over his cravat, top boots on those sturdy pillars his +legs, a huge pair of overalls, and a hat, which, from, the day in which +it first came into his possession to that in which it was thrown aside, +never knew the comfort of being freed from its oilskin--never was allowed +to display the glossy freshness of its sable youth. Poor dear hat! how its +vanity (if hats have vanity) must have suffered! For certain its owner +had none, unless a lurking pride in his own bluffness and bluntness +may be termed such. He piqued himself on being a plain downright +Englishman, and on a voice and address pretty much like his apparel, +rough, strong, and warm, fit for all weathers. A heartier person never +lived. + +In his profession he was eminently skilful, bold, confident, and +successful. The neighbouring physicians liked to come after Mr. Hallett; +they were sure to find nothing to undo. And blunt and abrupt as was +his general manner, he was kind and gentle in a sick-room; only nervous +disorders, the pet diseases of Mr. Simon Saunders, he could not abide. +He made short work with them; frightened them away as one does by +children when they have the hiccough; or if the malady were pertinacious +and would not go, he fairly turned off the patient. Once or twice, +indeed, on such occasions, the patient got the start, and turned him +off; Mrs. Emery, for instance, the lady's maid at New Place, most +delicate and mincing of waiting-gentlewomen, motioned him from her +presence; and Miss Deane, daughter of Martha Deane, haberdasher, +who, after completing her education at a boarding-school, kept a closet +full of millinery in a little den behind her mamma's shop, and was by +many degrees the finest lady in Hazelby, was so provoked at being told +by him that nothing ailed her, that, to prove her weakly condition, she +pushed him by main force out of doors. + +With these exceptions Mr. Hallett was the delight of the whole town, as +well as of all the farm-houses within six miles round. He just suited +the rich yeomanry, cured their diseases, and partook of their feasts; +was constant at christenings, and a man of prime importance at weddings. +A country merry-making was nothing without "the Doctor." He was "the +very prince of good fellows;" had a touch of epicurism, which, without +causing any distaste of his own homely fare, made dainties acceptable +when they fell in his way; was a most absolute carver; prided himself +upon a sauce of his own invention, for fish and game--"Hazelby sauce" +he called it; and was universally admitted to be the best compounder +of a bowl of punch in the county. + +Besides these rare convivial accomplishments, his gay and jovial temper +rendered him the life of the table. There was no resisting his droll +faces, his droll stories, his jokes, his tricks, or his laugh--the most +contagious cachination that ever was heard. Nothing in the shape of fun +came amiss to him. He would join in a catch or roar out a solo, which +might be heard a mile off; would play at hunt the slipper or blind man's +buff; was a great man in a country dance, and upon very extraordinary +occasions would treat the company to a certain remarkable hornpipe, +which put the walls in danger of tumbling about their ears, and belonged +to him as exclusively as the Hazelby sauce. It was a sort of parody on a +pas seul which he had once seen at the Opera-house, in which his face, +his figure, his costume, his rich humour, and his strange, awkward, +unexpected activity, told amazingly. "The force of _frolic_ could no +farther go" than "the Doctor's hornpipe," It was the climax of jollity. + + * * * * * + +In his shop and his household he had no need either of partner or of +wife: the one was excellently managed by an old rheumatic journeyman, +slow in speech, and of vinegar aspect, who had been a pedagogue in +his youth, and now used to limp about with his Livy in his pocket, +and growl as he compounded the medicines over the bad latinity of the +prescriptions; the other was equally well conducted by an equally +ancient housekeeper and a cherry-cheeked niece, the orphan-daughter of +his only sister, who kept every thing within doors in the bright and +shining order in which he delighted. John Hallett, notwithstanding the +roughness of his aspect, was rather knick-knacky in his tastes; a great +patron of small inventions, such as the _improved_ ne plus ultra +cork-screw, and the latest patent snuffers. He also trifled with +horticulture, dabbled in tulips, was a connoisseur in pinks, and had +gained a prize for polyanthuses. The garden was under the especial care +of his pretty niece, Miss Susan, a grateful warm-hearted girl, who +thought she never could do enough to please her good uncle, and prove +her sense of his kindness. He was indeed as fond of her as if he had +been her father, and as kind. + +Perhaps there was nothing very extraordinary in his goodness to the +gentle and cheerful little girl who kept his walks so trim and his +parlour so neat, who always met him with a smile, and who (last and +strongest tie to a generous mind) was wholly dependent on him--had no +friend on earth but himself. There was nothing very uncommon in that. +But John Hallett was kind to every one, even where the sturdy old English +prejudices, which he cherished as virtues, might seem most likely to +counteract his gentler feelings. + + * * * * * + + +"_The Evening Song of the Tyrolese Peasants_" by Mrs. Hemans, must close +our extracts from the present volume:-- + + + Come to the Sun-set Tree! + The day is past and gone; + The woodman's axe lies free, + And the reaper's work is done. + + The twilight-star to Heaven, + And the summer-dew to flowers, + And rest to us is given + By the cool soft evening hours. + + Sweet is the hour of rest! + Pleasant the wind's low sigh, + And the gleaming of the west, + And the turf whereon we lie. + + When the burden and the heat + Of labour's task are o'er, + And kindly voices greet + The tired one at his door. + + Come to the Sun-set Tree! + The day is past and gone; + The woodman's axe lies free, + And the reaper's work is done. + + Yes: tuneful is the sound + That dwells in whispering boughs: + Welcome the freshness round, + And the gale that fans our brows. + + But rest more sweet and still + Than ever night-fall gave, + Our longing hearts shall fill, + In the world beyond the grave. + + There shall no tempest blow, + No scorching noon-tide heat; + There shall be no more snow, + No weary wandering feet. + + And we lift our trusting eyes, + From the hills our fathers trod. + To the quiet of the skies, + To the sabbath of our God. + + Come to the Sun-set Tree! + The day is past and gone: + The woodman's axe lies free, + And the reaper's work is done. + + +We have only room to particularize the _Boroom Slave_, by Mrs. Bowditch; +the _Magician's Visiter_, by Neele; and _Scenes in the Life of a +Favourite_; all which possess very powerful interest. Mr. Hood, too, +has two oddities--_Death in the Kitchen_, after Sterne, and the +_Logicians_, accompanied by engravings. Indeed, the literary variety +of the present _Forget Me Not_ is highly creditable to the editor, Mr. +Shoberl. + + * * * * * + + + + +_Friendship's Offering_. + +To begin with the exterior, which is somewhat novel in taste, the +proprietors seem to have united the _utile cum dulci,_ by substituting +for the usual paper covering, an elegantly embossed leather binding. +This is altogether an improvement on the original plan, since the slight +coverings of silk or paper is scarcely safe out of the drawing-room or +boudoir, and some of the contributions to the "annuals" entitle them to +a higher stand. The presentation plate of the present _Offering_ is a +chaste and classical specimen of a kind of gold enamel engraving; +_The Sylph_, engraved by Humphreys, is a pleasing picture; _Virginia +Water_, from a picture by Daniell, is a delightful scene of rural +repose; a _Sculpture Group_, by Fry; a _View of Bombay_; and the +_Captive Slave_, by Finden; among the embellishments, are entitled +to our commendatory notice. + +The present editor is Mr. Charles Knight, who, according to his preface, +succeeded "at an advanced period of the year to the duties which had +previously been performed by a gentleman of acknowledged taste and +ability." This may account for the imperfect state of some of the +engravings; but the apology is not so requisite for the execution of the +literary portion of the present volume. Our extracts must be short, for +we have other claimants to our attention. The _Housekeepers_, a Shandean +extract, is from one of the best prose contributors:-- + +There were two heavy, middle-aged merchants; they were either Dutch or +German, I know not which, but their name was Vanderclump. Most decided +old bachelors they were, with large, leathern, hanging cheeks, sleepy +grey eyes, and round shoulders. They were men not given to much speech, +but great feeders; and, when waited upon, would point clumsily to what +they wanted, and make a sort of low growl, rather than be at the trouble +to speak. These Messrs. Vanderclump were served by two tall, smooth-faced +dawdles; I never could discover which held the superior station in +the _menage_. Each has been seen trotting home from market with a basket +on her arm; each might be observed to shake a duster out of the upper +windows; each would, occasionally, carry a huge bunch of keys, or wait at +table during dinner; and, in the summer evenings, when it was not post-day, +both of them would appear, dressed alike, sitting at work at the lower +counting-house window, with the blinds thrown wide open. Both, I suppose, + were housekeepers. + +It happened, one cold, foggy spring, that the younger brother, Mr. Peter +Vanderclump, left London to transact some business of importance with a +correspondent at Hamburgh, leaving his brother Anthony to the loneliness +of their gloomy house in St. Mary Axe. Week after week passed away, and +Mr. Peter was still detained at Hamburgh. Who would have supposed that +his society could have been missed? that the parlour could have seemed +more dismally dull by the absence of one of those from whom it chiefly +derived its character of dulness? Mr. Anthony took up his largest +meerchaum, and enveloped himself in its smoke by the hour; but the +volumes of smoke cleared away, and no Peter Vanderclump appeared emerging +from the mist. Mr. Anthony brought some of his heavy folios from below; +and, in their pages of interest, (no common, but often compound, interest,) +lost, for awhile, the dreary sense of loneliness. But, a question +was to be asked! Peter's solemn "yah" or "nien" was waited for in +vain. Forgetful, and almost impatient, Anthony looked up--the chair +was unoccupied which his brother had constantly filled. + +Mr. Anthony began to sigh--he got into a habit of sighing. Betty and +Molly (they were soft-hearted baggages) felt for their master--pitied +their poor master! Betty was placing the supper on the table one evening, +when her master sighed very heavily. Betty sighed also, and the corners +of her mouth fell--their eyes met--something like a blush crimsoned +Betty's sleek, shining cheek, when, on raising her eyes again, her master +was still staring at her. Betty simpered, and, in her very soft, very +demure voice ventured to say, "Was there any thing she could do?" Mr. +Vanderclump rose up from his chair. Betty, for the first time, felt +awed by his approach. "Batee!" he said, "my poor Batee! Hah! you are +a goot girl!" He chucked her under the chin with his large hand. Betty +looked meek, and blushed, and simpered again. There was a pause--Mr. +Vanderclump was the first to disturb it. "Hah! hah!" he exclaimed, +gruffly, as if suddenly recollecting himself; and, thrusting both hands +into his capacious breeches-pockets, he sat down to supper, and took no +further notice of Betty that night. + +The next morning, the sun seemed to have made a successful struggle with +the dense London atmosphere, and shone full in Mr. Vanderclump's face +while he was at breakfast, and set a piping bullfinch singing a tune, +which his master loved rather for the sake of old associations, than +from any delight in music. Then Lloyd's List was full of arrivals, +and the Price Current had that morning some unusual charm about it, +which I cannot even guess at. Mr. Vanderclump looked upon the bright +and blazing fire; his eye rested, with a calm and musing satisfaction, +on the light volumes of steam rising from the spout of the tea-kettle, +as it stood, rather murmuring drowsily, than hissing, upon the hob. There +was, he might have felt, a sympathy between them. They were both placidly +puffing out the warm and wreathing smoke. + +He laid down his pipe, and took half a well-buttered muffin into his +capacious mouth at a bite; he washed the mouthful down, with a large +dish of tea, and he felt in better spirits. That morning he entered the +counting-house rubbing his hands. + +Within an hour a crowd of huge, dusky clouds shut out the merry sunshine, +and the Hamburgh mail brought no tidings whatever of Mr. Peter. Mr. +Anthony worked himself up into a thorough ill-humour again, and swore +at his clerks, because they asked him questions. When he entered his +apartment that evening he felt more desolate than ever. Betty placed +a barrel of oysters on the table--he heeded her not;--a large German +sausage--his eyes were fixed on the ground;--a piece of Hamburgh beef +--Mr. Vanderclump looked up for an instant, and, Europa-like, his +thoughts crossed the sea, upon that beef, to Hamburgh. Gradually, +however, a genial warmth spread throughout the room, for Betty stirred +up the fire, and let down the curtains, and snuffed the dim candles; +while Molly loaded the table with bottles of divers shapes and sizes, +a basin of snow-white sugar, and a little basket of limes, of well-known +and exquisite flavour; placing, at the same time, a very small kettle of +boiling water on the fire.--"Why, Mollee! my goot girl!" said Mr. +Vanderclump, in a low and somewhat melancholy tone, (his eyes had +mechanically followed these latter proceedings,) "Mollee! that is ponch!" +--"La, sir! and why not?" replied the damsel, almost playfully. "Why +not be comfortable and cheery? I am sure"--and here she meant to look +encouraging, her usual simper spreading to a smile--"I am sure Betty and +I would do our best to make you so." + +"Goot girls, goot girls!" said Mr. Vanderclump, his eyes fixed all the +while upon the supper-table--he sat down to it. "My goot girls!" said +he, soon after, "you may go down; I do not want you; you need not wait." +The two timid, gentle creatures instantly obeyed. More than an hour +elapsed, and then Mr. Vanderclump's bell rang. The two matronly maidens +were very busily employed in making a new cap. Betty rose at once; but +suddenly recollecting that she had been trying on her new and unfinished +cap, and had then only a small brown cotton skull-cap on her head, she +raised both her hands to her head to be certain of this, and then said, +"Do, Molly, there's a dear! answer the bell; for such a figure as I am, +I could not go before master, no how. See, I have unpicked this old cap +for a little bit of French edging at the back." Molly looked a little +peevish; but _her_ cap was on her head, and up stairs she went. Mr. +Vanderclump was sitting before the fire, puffing lustily from his +eternal pipe. "Take away," he said abruptly, "and put the leetle table +here." He pointed and growled, and the sagacious Molly understood. She +placed the table beside him, and upon it the punch, which he had been +drinking. "Batee, my poor Batee!" said Mr. Vanderclump, who had not yet +noticed that Betty was absent. "It is not Betty, but Molly, sir!" +replied the latter damsel, in a voice of childlike simplicity. "Hah!" +said he, apparently considering for a moment, "Hah! Batee, Mollee, all +the same! Mollee, my poor Mollee, you are a goot girl! Get up to-morrow +morning, my poor Mollee, and put on your best gown, and I will marry +you!" Molly, was, as she afterwards declared, struck all of a heap. She +gaped, and gasped with astonishment; and then a power of words were +rushing and racing up her throat to her tongue's end: a glance at her +master stopped their explosion. His hands were in his pockets, his face +towards the fire, his pipe in his mouth. "Yes, sir," she replied, humbly +and distinctly. A few tears trickled down her cheeks, as she curtseyed +low at the door, and disappeared. She knew his ways, she thought within +herself, as she walked very slowly down the stairs, and she +congratulated herself that she had not risked another word in reply. +"And now, Betty," she said, as she entered the kitchen, "I'll put the +finishing stitch to my cap, and go to bed, for master will want nothing +more to-night." She sat down quietly to work, and conversed quietly with +Betty, not disclosing a word of her new prospects, Betty, however, +observed that she took off the trimming with which her new cap had been +already half-adorned. "Why, bless me, Molly!" she cried, "you are not +going to put on that handsome white satin bow, are you?"--"Why, yes! I +think I shall," replied Molly, "for now I look at your cap, with that +there yellow riband upon it, mine seems to me quite old-maidish." + +The next morning, Molly got up before her sister, and put on her best +gown and her new cap. The morning was dark and dull, and Betty was +sleepy, and Molly kept the window-curtain and the bed-curtains closely +drawn. Unsuspected, she slipped out of the chamber, her shawl and her +bonnet in her hand. + +As the clock struck eight, Molly was standing beside her master before the +rails of the marriage-altar; and, not long after, she burst upon the +astonished eyes of her sister, as Mrs. Vanderclump. + + * * * * * + +_La Villegiatura_ is a pleasant article; but we do not think there is +much of the "love of pastoral associations" left in the English character, +and we are sorry for it. The _Rustic Wreath_, by Miss Mitford, is very +sweet; the _Cacadore_, a story of the peninsular war, is a soul-stirring +narrative; there is much pleasantry in Mrs. Hofland's _Comforts of +Conceitedness; Virginia Water_, by the editor, could hardly be written +by his fireside--it has too much local inspiration in every line; +_Auguste de Valcour_, by the author of _Gilbert Earle_, is in his usual +felicitous vein of philosophic melancholy; Miss Roberts has a glittering +_Tale of Normandy_; the _Orphans_, by the editor, is simple and pathetic; +_Palinodia_ we subjoin:-- + + + There was a time when I could feel + All passion's hopes and fears, + And tell what tongues can ne'er reveal, + By smiles, and sighs, and tears. + The days are gone! no more, no more, + The cruel fates allow; + And, though I'm hardly twenty-four, + I'm not a lover now. + Lady, the mist is on my sight, + The chill is on my brow; + My day is night, my bloom is blight-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I never talk about the clouds, + I laugh at girls and boys, + I'm growing rather fond of crowds, + And very fond of noise; + I never wander forth alone + Upon the mountain's brow; + I weighed, last winter, sixteen stone,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I never wish to raise a veil, + I never raise a sigh; + I never tell a tender tale, + I never tell a lie; + I cannot kneel as once I did; + I've quite forgot my bow; + I never do as I am bid,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I make strange blunders every day, + If I would be gallant, + Take smiles for wrinkles, black for grey. + And nieces for their aunt; + I fly from folly, though it flows + From lips of loveliest glow; + I don't object to length of nose,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + The muse's steed is very fleet-- + I'd rather ride my mare; + The poet hunts a quaint conceit-- + I'd rather hunt a hare; + I've learnt to utter yours and you + Instead of thine and thou; + And oh! I can't endure a Blue!-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I find my Ovid dry, + My Petrarch quite a pill, + Cut Fancy for Philosophy, + Tom Moore for Mr. Mill; + And belles may read, and beaux may write, + I care not who or how; + I burnt my album Sunday night,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I don't encourage idle dreams + Of poison or of ropes, + I cannot dine on airy schemes, + I cannot sup on hopes: + New milk, I own is very fine, + Just foaming from the cow; + But yet I want my pint of wine,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + When Laura sings young hearts away, + I'm deafer than the deep; + When Leonora goes to play, + I sometimes go to sleep; + When Mary draws her white gloves out, + I never dance, I vow: + "Too hot to kick one's heels about!"-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I'm busy now with state affairs, + I prate of Pitt and Fox; + I ask the price of rail-road shares, + I watch the turns of stocks: + And this is life! no verdure blooms + Upon the withered bough. + I save a fortune in perfumes,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + I may be yet what others are, + A boudoir's babbling fool; + The flattered star of bench or har, + A party's chief or tool: + Come shower or sunshine, hope or fear, + The palace or the plough-- + My heart and lute are broken here,-- + I'm not a lover now! + Lady, the mist is on my sight, + The chill is on my brow; + My day is night, my bloom is blight,-- + I'm not a lover now! + + +_The First Ball_, by L.E.L. is rife and gay; which, with Mr. Croker's +_Three Advices_, are all we can spare room to point out to our readers. + + * * * * * + + + + +The Amulet. + + +Of this volume we have already availed ourselves. Some of the engravings +are in a vigorous and first-rate style of excellence; the binding, too, +is somewhat gay for so grave a title--being crimson silk. Our favourites +are a _Voyage Round the World_, by Montgomery, one of the best poems of +the year; _Faustus, with a Visit to Goethe; Angel Visits_, by Mrs. Hemans; +_The Departed_, by L.E.L.; and some pieces by the editor, Mr. Hall. Our +present extract is + + +THE LAST VOYAGE. A TRUE STORY. + +_By Mrs. Opie._ + + +We cannot fail to observe, as we advance in life, how vividly our earliest +recollections recur to us, and this consciousness is accompanied by a +melancholy pleasure, when we are deprived of those who are most tenderly +associated with such remembrances, because they bring the beloved dead +"before our mind's eye;" and beguile the loneliness of the _present_ hour, +by visions of the _past_. In such visions I now often love to indulge, +and in one of them, a journey to Y---- was recently brought before me, in +which my ever-indulgent father permitted me to accompany him, when I +was yet but a child. + +As we drove through C----r, a village within three miles of Y----, he +directed my attention to a remarkable _rising_, or _conical mound of +earth_, on the top of the tower of C----r church. He then kindly +explained the cause of this singular, and _distinguishing_ appearance, +and told me the traditionary anecdote connected with it; which now, in +my own words, I am going to communicate to my readers. + +It is generally supposed, that great grief makes the heart so selfishly +absorbed in its own sufferings, as to render it regardless of the +sufferings of others; but the conduct of her, who is the heroine of +the following tale, will prove to this general rule an honourable +exception. + +I know nothing of her birth, and parentage, nor am I acquainted even with +her name--but I shall call her Birtha--the story goes, that she lived at +C----r, a village three miles from Y---- in N----, and was betrothed to +the mate of a trading vessel, with the expectation of marrying him, when +he had gained money sufficient, by repeated voyages, to make their union +consistent with prudence. + +In the meanwhile, there is reason to believe that Birtha was not idle, +but contrived to earn money herself, in order to expedite the hour of +her marriage; and at length, her lover (whom I shall call William) thought +that there was no reason for him to continue his sea-faring life, but at +the end of one voyage more, he should be able to marry the woman of his +choice, and engage in some less dangerous employment, in his native +village. + +Accordingly, the next time that he bade farewell to Birtha, the sorrow of +their parting hour was soothed by William's declaring, that, as the next +voyage would be his last, he should expect, when he returned, to find +every thing ready for their marriage. + +This was a pleasant expectation, and Birtha eagerly prepared to fulfil it. + +By the time that Birtha was beginning to believe that William was on his +voyage home, her neighbours would often help her to count the days which +would probably elapse before the ship could arrive; but when they were +not in her presence, some of the experienced amongst the men used to +express a _hope_, the result of _fear_, that William would return time +enough to avoid _certain winds_, which made one part of the navigation +on that coast particularly dangerous. + +Birtha herself, had, no doubt, her _fears_, as well as her _hopes_; but +there are _some_ fears which the lip of affection dares not utter, and +this was one of them. + +Birtha dreaded to have her inquiries respecting that dangerous passage, +answered by "Yes, we know that it is a difficult navigation;" she also +dreaded to be told by some kind, but ill-judging friends, to "trust in +Providence;" as, by such advice, the reality of the danger would be still +more powerfully confirmed to her. This recommendation would to her have +been needless, as well as alarming; for she had, doubtless, always relied +on Him who is alone able to save, and she knew that the same "Almighty +arm was underneath" her lover still, which had hitherto preserved him +in the time of need. + +Well--time went on, and we will imagine the little garden before the door +of the house which Birtha had hired, new gravelled, fresh flowers sown +and planted there; the curtains ready to be put up; the shelves bright +with polished utensils; table linen, white as the driven snow, enclosed +in the newly-purchased chest of drawers; and the neat, well chosen +wedding-clothes, ready for the approaching occasion: we will also picture +to ourselves, the trembling joy of Birtha, when her eager and sympathizing +neighbours rushed into her cottage, disturbing her early breakfast, with +the glad tidings, that William's ship had been seen approaching the +dangerous passage with a fair wind, and that there was no doubt but +that he would get over it safe, and in day-light! How sweet is it to +be the messenger and the bearer of good news, but it is still sweeter +to know that one has friends who have pleasure in communicating pleasure +to us! + +But Birtha's joy was still mingled with anxiety, and she probably passed +that day in alternate restlessness and prayer. + +Towards night the wind rose high, blowing from a quarter unfavourable to +the safety of the ship, and it still continued to blow in this direction +when night and darkness had closed on all around. + +Darkness at that moment seemed to close also upon the prospects of Birtha! +for she knew that there was no beacon, no landmark to warn the vessel of +its danger, and inform the pilot what coast they were approaching, and +what perils they were to avoid; and, it is probable, that the almost +despairing girl was, with her anxious friends, that livelong night a +restless wanderer on the nearest shore. + +With the return of morning came the awful confirmation of their worst +fears! + +There was no remaining vestige of William's vessel, save the top of the +mast, which shewed where it had sunk beneath the waves, and proved that +the hearts which in the morning had throbbed high with tender hopes and +joyful expectations were then cold and still "beneath the mighty waters!" +How different now was the scene in Birtha's cottage, to that which it +exhibited during the preceding morning. + +That changed dwelling was not indeed deserted, for sympathizing neighbours +came to it as before; but though many may be admitted with readiness +when it is a time for congratulation, it is only the few who can be +welcome in a season of sorrow; and Birtha's sorrow, though _quiet_, was +_deep_--while neither her nearest relative, nor dearest friend, could +do any thing to assist her, save, by removing from her sight the new +furniture, or the new dresses, which had been prepared for those happy +hours that now could never be hers. + +At length, however, Birtha, who had always appeared calm and resigned, +seemed cheerful also! still she remained pale, as in the first moments +of her trial, save when a feverish flush occasionally increased the +brightness of her eyes; but she grew thinner and thinner, and her impeded +breath made her affectionate friends suspect that she was going into a +rapid decline. + +Medical aid was immediately called in, and Birtha's pleased conviction +that her end was near, was soon, though reluctantly confirmed to her, +at her own request. + +It is afflicting to see an invalid rejoice in knowing that the hour of +death is certainly approaching; because it proves the depth and poignancy +of the previous sufferings: but then the sight is comforting and edifying +also. It is _comforting_, because it proves that the dying person is +supported by the only "help that faileth not;" and it is edifying, because +it invites those who behold it to endeavour to _believe_, that they +also may live and _die_ like the departing Christian. + +But it was not alone the wish "to die and be with Christ," nor the sweet +expectation of being united in another world to him whom she had lost, +that was the cause of Birtha's increasing cheerfulness, as the hour of +her dissolution drew nigh. No-- + +Her generous heart was rejoicing in a project which she had conceived, and +which would, if realized, be the source of benefit to numbers yet unborn. +She knew from authority which she could not doubt, that had there been +a _proper landmark_ on the shore, her lover and his ship would not, in +all human probability, have perished. + +"Then," said Birtha, "henceforth there shall be a land-mark on this coast! +and I will furnish it! Here at least, no fond and faithful girl shall +again have to lament over her blighted prospects, and pine, and suffer +as I have done." + +She sent immediately for the clergyman of the parish, made her will, +and had a clause inserted to the following effect: "I desire that I +may be buried on the top of the tower of C----r church! and that my +grave may be made very high, and pointed, in order to render it a +perpetual land-mark to all ships approaching that dangerous navigation +where he whom I loved was wrecked. I am assured, that, had there been a +land-mark on the tower of C---- church, his ship might have escaped; and +I humbly trust, that my grave will always be kept up, according to my +will, to prevent affectionate hearts, in future, from being afflicted as +mine has been; and I leave a portion of my little property in the hands of +trustees, for ever, to pay for the preservation of the above-mentioned +grave, in all its usefulness!" + +Before she died, the judicious and benevolent sufferer had the +satisfaction of being assured, that her intentions would be carried into +effect. + +Her last moments were therefore cheered by the belief, that she would +be graciously permitted to be, even after death, a benefit to others, +and that her grave might be the means of preserving some of her +fellow-creatures from shipwreck and affliction. + +Nor was her belief a delusive one---The conical grave in question gives so +remarkable an appearance to the tower of C----r church, when it is seen at +sea, even at a distance, that if once observed it can never be forgotten, +even by those to whom the anecdote connected with it is unknown +--therefore, as soon as it appears in sight, pilots know that they are +approaching a dangerous coast, and take measures to avoid its perils. + +But if the navigation on that coast is no longer as perilous as it was, +when the heroine of this story was buried, and the tower of C----r church +is no longer a necessary land-mark, still her grave remains a pleasing +memorial of one, whose active benevolence rose superior to the selfishness +both of sorrow and of sickness; and enabled her, even on the bed of death, +to _contrive_ and _will_ for the benefit of posterity. + +It is strange, but true, that the name of this humble, but privileged +being, is not on record; but many whose names are forgotten on earth, +have been, I doubt not, received and rewarded in heaven. + + + * * * * * + + + + +The Bijou + + +Is a new adventurer in the "annual" field, and deserves a foremost rank +as a work of art. Thus, the _Child with Flowers_, by Humphreys, after +Sir Thomas Laurence, is really fit company for the president's beautiful +picture; the _Boy and Dog_, by the same painter and engraver, is also very +fine; but the selection of both of the pictures for one volume is hardly +judicious. With _Haddon Hall_ our readers are already familiar. _Sans +Souci_, after Stothard, is a delightful scene. In the literature, almost +the only very striking composition is Sir Walter Scott's illustration of +Wilkie's painting of the baronet's own family, which, having been copied +into every newspaper, we do not reprint. For our part, we do not admire +the painting; there is too much _rank and file_ for a family group. Mr. +Hood has a _Lament of Chivalry_, in his best style; and a few _Verses +for an Album_, by Charles Lamb, are to our taste. + + +A LAMENT FOR THE DECLINE OF CHIVALRY. + +BY THOMAS HOOD, ESQ. + + + Well hast thou cried, departed Burke, + All chivalrous romantic work, + Is ended now and past!-- + That iron age--which some have thought + Of metal rather overwrought-- + Is now all over-cast! + + Ay,--where are those heroic knights + Of old--those armadillo wights + Who wore the plated vest,-- + Great Charlemagne, and all his peers + Are cold--enjoying with their spears + An everlasting rest!-- + + The bold King Arthur sleepeth sound, + So sleep his knights who gave that Round + Old Table such eclat! + Oh Time has pluck'd the plumy brow! + And none engage at turneys now + But those who go to law! + + Grim John o' Gaunt is quite gone by, + And Guy is nothing but a Guy, + Orlando lies forlorn!-- + Bold Sidney, and his kidney--nay, + Those "early champions"--what are they + But _Knights_ without a morn! + + No Percy branch now perseveres + Like those of old in breaking spears-- + The name is now a lie!-- + Surgeons, alone, by any chance, + Are all that ever couch a lance + To couch a body's eye! + + Alas! for Lion-Hearted Dick, + That cut the Moslem to the quick, + His weapon lies in peace,-- + Oh, it would warm them in a trice, + If they could only have a spice + Of his old mace in Greece! + + The fam'd Rinaldo lies a-cold, + And Tancred too, and Godfrey bold, + That scal'd the holy wall! + No Saracen meets Paladin, + We hear of no great _Saladin_, + But only grow the small! + + Our Cressys too have dwindled since + To penny things--at our Black Prince + Historic pens would scoff-- + The only one we moderns had + Was nothing but a Sandwich lad, + And measles took him off:-- + + Where are those old and feudal clans, + Their pikes, and bills, and partizans! + Their hauberks--jerkins--buffs? + A battle was a battle then, + A breathing piece of work--but men + Fight now with powder puffs! + + The curtal-axe is out of date! + The good old cross-bow bends to Fate, + 'Tis gone--the archer's craft! + No tough arm bends the springing yew. + And jolly draymen ride, in lieu + Of Death, upon the shaft.-- + + The spear--the gallant tilter's pride + The rusty spear is laid aside, + Oh spits now domineer!-- + The coat of mail is left alone,-- + And where is all chain armour gone? + Go ask at Brighton Pier. + + We fight in ropes and not in lists, + Bestowing hand-cuffs with our fists, + A low and vulgar art!-- + No mounted man is overthrown-- + A tilt!--It is a thing unknown-- + Except upon a cart. + + Methinks I see the bounding barb, + Clad like his Chief in steely garb, + For warding steel's appliance!-- + Methinks I hear the trumpet stir! + 'Tis but the guard to Exeter, + That bugles the "Defiance!" + + In cavils when will cavaliers + Set ringing helmets by the ears, + And scatter plumes about? + Or blood--if they are in the vein? + That tap will never run again-- + Alas the _Casque_ is out! + + No iron-crackling now is scor'd + By dint of battle-axe or sword, + To find a vital place-- + Though certain Doctors still pretend + Awhile, before they kill a friend, + To labour through his case. + + Farewell, then, ancient men of might! + Crusader! errant squire, and knight! + Our coats and customs soften,-- + To rise would only make ye weep-- + Sleep on, in rusty iron sleep, + As in a safety-coffin! + + + * * * * * + + +VERSES FOR AN ALBUM. + + + Fresh clad from Heaven in robes of white + A young probationer of light. + Thou wert, my soul, an Album bright. + + A spotless leaf but thought, and care-- + And friends, and foes, in foul or fair, + Have "written strange defeature" there. + + And Time, with heaviest hand of all, + Like that fierce writing on the wall, + Hath stamp'd sad dates--he can't recall. + + And error gilding worst designs-- + Like speckled snake that strays and shines-- + Betrays his path by crooked lines. + + And vice hath left his ugly blot-- + And good resolves, a moment hot, + Fairly began--but finish'd not. + + And fruitless late remorse doth trace-- + Like Hebrew lore, a backward pace-- + Her irrecoverable race. + + Disjointed numbers--sense unknit-- + Huge reams of folly--shreds of wit-- + Compose the mingled mass of it. + + My scalded eyes no longer brook, + Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look, + Go--shut the leaves--and clasp the book!-- + + * * * * * + + + + +THE LITERARY POCKET-BOOK. + + +Is this year resumed, but we think it is not so successful as, were its +previous _fasciculi_. The "_literary_" is a good epithet for its sale +among would-be authors, like the "_Gentleman's_" Magazine among a certain +class of worthies. But of what use are such articles as the following +to literary men:--_The Seasons_, by a Man of _Taste_, (like the _carte_ +of a restaurateur;) _Sayings of a Man about Town; Remonstrance with J.F. +Newton; Lines on Crockford's &c._--all amusing enough in their way, but, +in a literary pocket-book, out of place, and not in good taste. The +"lists," too, the only useful portion of the volume, are, in many +instances, very incorrect. Apropos, how long has Morris Birbeck been dead? +Our Illinois friend might be alive when the editor published his last +pocket-book; but if he stands still, time does not. There is, too, an +affectation of fashion about the work which does not suit our sober taste; +but as a seasonable Christmas extract, we are induced to quote _Winter_ +from the _Seasons_:-- + +Now is the high season of beef; beef, which Prometheus killed for us at +first, ere he filched the fire from heaven, with which to constitute it a +beef-steak--that foundation of the most delightful of clubs, and origin +of the most delightful of all memoirs of them. Nor be the sirloin, boast +of Englishmen, forgot! nor its vaunted origin; which proves that the age +of chivalry, despite of Burke, is not yet gone! Stewed beef too, and ample +round, and _filet de boeuf saute dans sa glace_, and stewed rump-steaks, +and ox-tail soup. + +"Spirits of beef, where are ye? are ye all fled?" +_Henry the Eighth_. + +No--when beef flies the English shores, then you may, as the immortal bard +exquisitely expresses it, "make a silken purse out of a sow's ear." But +mutton, too, invites my Muse. It is calculated that fifteen hundred +thousand sheep are annually sacrificed in London to the carnivorous taste +of John Bull. "Of roast mutton (as Dr. Johnson says) what remains for me +to say? It will be found sometimes succous, and sometimes defective of +moisture; but what palate has ever failed to be pleased with a haunch +which has been duly suspended? what appetite has not been awakened by the +fermentation that glitters on its surface, when it has been reposing for +the requisite number of hours before a fire equal in its fervency?" + +We quite agree with Dr. Johnson; but a boiled leg of mutton, its whiteness +transparent through the verdant capers that decorate its candour, is not +to be despised; nor is a hash, whether celebrated as an Irish stew, or a +_hachis de mouton_, most relishing of _rifacciamenti_! Chops and garlic +_a la Francaise_ are exquisite; and the saddle, cut learnedly, is the +Elysium of a gourmand. + +Now also is the time of house-lamb and of doe-venison. Now is the time of +Christmas come, and the voice of the turkey is heard in our land! This is +the period of their annual massacre--a new slaughter of the innocents! +The Norwich coaches are now laden with mortals; that, while alive, shared +with their equally intelligent townsmen, _fruges consumere nati_, the +riches of their agricultural county. + +Let others talk as they will about the Greek and the Ottoman!--in cookery, +I abhor Greece, and love Turkey. And yet how inconsistent I am in my +politics! for I sometimes regard the partition of Turkey as a thing well +purchased by the sacrifice of every Ottoman in the world--would they +were all _under my feet_!--especially when I have the gout. I confess, +the dismemberment of Poland did not affect me much. A man who is much +accustomed to dismember fowls, will not care much about that of kingdoms. + +Nor be the cod (a blessing on his head--and shoulders!) forgotten. +Beautifully candid, his laminae separate readily before the tranchant +silver, and each flake, covered with a creamy curd, lies ready to +receive the affusion of molten (not oiled) butter, which, with its +floating oyster-islands, seems in impatient agitation for the moment +of overflowing the alluring "white creature," as a modern poet styles it. + + * * * * * + + + + +TIMES TELESCOPE. + + +Having _transported_ the public for the term of _fourteen years_, our +readers need not be told that the present is the fifteenth volume. We +should say more in its praise had it said less in our own. 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