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No. 353.]</b></td> +<td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, JANUARY 24, 1829.</b></td> +<td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>VILLAS IN THE REGENT'S PARK.</h2> +<div class="figure" style="width:60%;"><a href= +"images/353-1.png"><img width="80%" src="images/353-1.png" alt= +"Hanover Lodge." /></a></div> +<div class="figure" style="width:60%;"><a href= +"images/353-2.png"><img width="80%" src="images/353-2.png" alt= +"Grove House." /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page50" name="page50"></a>[pg +50]</span> +<p>The villas of this district are among the most pleasing of all +the architectural creations that serve to increase its picturesque +beauty. Their structure is light and elegant, and very different +from the brick and mortar monstrosities that line the southern +outlets of London.</p> +<p>The engravings on the annexed page represent two of a group seen +to advantage from Macclesfield Bridge, pictured in our 351st +Number. The first is</p> +<p>HANOVER LODGE,</p> +<p>the residence of Colonel Sir Robert Arbuthnot, K.C.B. The +architectural simplicity and beauty of this mansion can scarcely +fail to excite the admiration of the beholder. The entrance is by a +handsome portico; and the internal accommodations combine all the +luxuries of a well-proportioned dining-room, and a splendid suite +of drawing-rooms, extending above sixty feet in length, by eighteen +feet in breadth. The upper story comprises nine chambers, +bathing-room, dressing-rooms, &c.; and the domestic offices are +in the first style of completeness.</p> +<p>The grounds are unusually picturesque, for they have none of the +geometrical formalities of the exploded school of +landscape-gardening, or of Nature trimmed and tortured into +artificial embellishment. We have often wondered where the old +gardeners acquired their mathematical education; they must have +gone about with the square and compasses in their pockets—for +knowledge was then clasped up in ponderous folios.</p> +<p>The second engraving is</p> +<p>GROVE HOUSE,</p> +<p>the elegant residence of George Bellas Greenough, Esq., built +from the designs of Mr. Decimus Burton. This is a happy specimen of +the villa style of architecture. The garden front, represented in +the print, is divided into three portions. The centre is a +tetrastyle portico of the Ionic order, raised on a terrace. Between +the columns are three handsome windows. The two wings have +recesses, "the soffites of which are supported by three-quarter +columns of the Doric order. Between these columns are niches, each +of which contains a statue. The absence of other windows and doors +from the front," (observes Mr. Elmes,) "gives a remarkable and +pleasing <i>casino</i> or pleasure-house character to the +house."</p> +<p>The portico is purely Grecian, and the proportion of the +pediment very beautiful. The entrance front also consists of a +centre and two wings; but the former has no pediment. The door is +beneath a spacious semicircular portico of the true Doric order, +which alternates with the Ionic in the other parts of the building +with an effect truly harmonious.</p> +<p>Of the internal arrangements of Grove House we will vouch; but +our artist has endeavoured to convey some idea of the natural +beauties with which this little temple of art is environed; and the +engraver has added to the distinctness of the floral embellishments +in the foreground. Altogether, the effect breathes the freshness +and quiet of a rural retreat, although the wealth and fashion of a +metropolis herd in the same parish, and their gay equipages are +probably whirling along the adjacent road.</p> +<p>The exterior of the "COLOSSEUM" (of the interior of which +building our last Number contained a description) was intended for +the embellishment of the present Number. Our engraver +promised—but, as Tillotson quotes in one of his sermons, +"promises and pie-crusts," &c. The engraving is, however, +intended for our next MIRROR, with some additional particulars of +the interior, &c.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>SEVERE FROST.</h3> +<h4>(For the Mirror.)</h4> +<p>On the 25th of December, 1749, a most severe frost commenced; it +continued without intermission for several weeks, during which time +the people, especially the working classes, experienced dreadful +hardships. Many travellers were frozen to death in coaches, and +even foot passengers, in the streets of London, shared the same +fate. Numerous ships, barges, and boats, were sunk by the furious +driving of the ice in the Thames. Great were the distresses of the +poor, and even those who possessed all the comforts of life, +confined themselves within doors, for fear of being frozen if they +ventured abroad.</p> +<p>The watermen of the river received great assistance from +merchants, and other gentlemen of the Royal Exchange; but the +fishermen, gardeners, bricklayers, and others, were reduced to a +miserable extremity. These poor men, presenting a sad aspect, +assembled to the number of several hundreds, and marched through +the principal streets of the metropolis, begging for bread and +clothing. The fishermen carried a boat in mourning, and the +unfortunate mechanics exhibited their implements and utensils. The +citizens of London contributed largely to their relief, as did most +of the inhabitants of the main streets through which the melancholy +procession passed.</p> +<h4>G.W.N.</h4> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page51" name="page51"></a>[pg +51]</span> +<hr /> +<h3>OTWAY, THE POET.</h3> +<h4>(To the Editor of the Mirror.)</h4> +<p>Any anecdote relating to, or illustrative of, the works of this +great man is a public benefaction; and I, in common with all your +readers, (no doubt,) feel obliged to your correspondent for his +history of Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk; at least, so much of +it as, it would seem, was connected with the tragedy of the Orphan. +Charles Brandon was, as history informs us, a gay, young, rattling +fellow, a constant exhibitant at all tilts and tournaments at +Whitehall and elsewhere; courageous, "wittie and of goodlie +persone," in fact, a regular dandy of bygone days, a fine gallant, +and of course a great favourite of his royal master; but, +notwithstanding all this, it is not clear to me that Charles +Brandon and his brother were the romantic originals of Polydore and +Castalio. I rather think, if Otway did form his characters on any +real occurrence of the sort, the distressing event must be laid to +the noble family now proprietors of Woburn.</p> +<p>Perhaps the <i>old nobleman</i> misunderstood the +duchess-dowager when she explained the picture to him; or perhaps +her grace did not choose to be <i>quite</i> so communicate as she +could have been, and, therefore, fixed the sad event upon the gay +Charley Brandon, in whose constellation of gay doings it would, +indeed, be a romantic diamond of the first water.</p> +<p>Every body who knows the gallery at Woburn, must remember the +remarkable picture alluded to. There is in the same apartment a +very fine whole-length of Charles Brandon; but in no way can I see +is it connected with the work which has furnished this tragic +anecdote. At some distance from Brandon's portrait appears the +first Francis, <i>Earl of Bedford</i>, with a long white beard, and +furred robe, and George, pendant,—an illustrious personage of +this house, who discharged several great offices in the reigns of +Mary and Elizabeth. Such was his hospitality, that Elizabeth used +good-humouredly to say, "Go to, Frank, go to; it is you make all +the beggars." He died, aged 58, on the 28th of July, 1585, the day +after his third son, <i>Francis</i>, was slain, happily unapprized +of the misfortune.</p> +<p>Now comes the interesting picture in connexion with Otway and +his play. This youth, <i>Francis</i> and his elder brother, the +Lord Edward Russell, are represented in <i>small</i> full-lengths, +in two paintings; and so alike, as scarcely to be distinguished one +from the other; both dressed in white, close jackets, and black and +gold cloaks, and black bonnets. The date by Lord Edward is aet. 22, +1573. He is represented grasping in one hand some snakes with this +motto, <i>Fides homini, serpentibus fraus</i>; and in the back +ground he is placed standing in a labyrinth, above which is +inscribed, <i>Fata viam invenient</i>. This young nobleman died +before his father. His brother <i>Francis</i> has his +accompaniments not less singular. A lady, seemingly in distress, is +represented sitting in the back ground, surrounded with snakes, a +dragon, crocodile, and cock. At a distance are the sea and a ship +under full sail. He, by the attendants, was, perhaps, the Polydore +of the history. Edward seems by his motto, <i>Fides homini, +serpentibus fraus</i>, to have been the Castalio, conscious of his +own integrity, and indignant at his brother's perfidy. The ship +probably alludes to the desertion of the lady. If it conveyed +Francis to Scotland, it was to his punishment, for he fell on July +27, 1585, in a border affray, the day before his father's +death.</p> +<p>There, make what you like of this. This is how matters stand at +the Abbey; but I cannot see how this remarkable picture connects +itself with Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk. I pause for +elucidation.</p> +<h4>BEPPO.</h4> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>ON THE CONSTANCY OF WOMAN.</h2> +<h4>(For the Mirror.)</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>True love has no reserves—LANSDOWNE.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>There is not an accomplishment in the mind of a female more +enchanting, nor one which adds more dignity and grace to her +person, than constancy. Whatever share of beauty she may be +possessed of, whether she may have the tinge of Hebe on her cheeks, +vying in colour with the damask rose, and breath as +fragrant—and the graceful and elegant gait of an +Ariel—still, unless she is endowed with this characteristic +of a virtuous and ingenuous mind, all her personal charms will fade +away, through neglect, like decaying fruit in autumn. The whole +list of female virtues are in their kind essential to the felicity +of man; but there is such beauty and grandeur of sentiment +displayed in the exercise of constancy, that it has been justly +esteemed by the dramatic poets as the chief excellence of their +heroines. It nerves the arm of the warrior when absent from the +dear object of his devoted attachment, when he reflects, that his +confidence in her regard was never misplaced; but yet, amidst the +dangers of his profession, he sighs for his abode of domestic +happiness, where the breath of calumny never entered, and +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page52" name="page52"></a>[pg +52]</span> where the wily and lustful seducer, if he dared to put +his foot, shrunk back aghast with shame and confusion, like Satan +when he first beheld the primitive innocence and concord between +Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. It adds a zest to the toils of +the peasant, and his heart expands with joy and gratitude when he +returns in the evening to his ivy-mantled cottage, and finds his +wife assiduously engaged in the household duties of his family. And +it soothes the mind of the lunatic during the lucid intervals of +the aberration of his intellects, and tends more than anything else +to restore him to reason. In fact, there is no calamity that is +incident to man, but that female constancy will assuage. Whether in +sickness or health, in prosperity or poverty, in mirth or sadness, +(vicissitudes which form the common lot of mankind in their +pilgrimage through this life;) the loveliness of this inestimable +blessing will shine forth, like the sun on a misty morning, and +preserve the even temperature of the mind. To the youthful lover it +is the polar star that guides him from the shoals and quicksands of +vice, among which his wayward fancy and inexperience are too apt to +lead him. But in the matrimonial state, the pleasures arising from +the exercise of this virtue are manifold, as it sheds a galaxy of +splendour around the social hemisphere; for it is such a divine +perfection, that Solomon has wisely observed, that</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>A husband so blessed in marriage, might exclaim with the lover +in one of Terence's comedies, "I protest solemnly that I will never +forsake her; no, not if I was sure to contract the enmity of +mankind by this resolution. Her I made the object of my wishes, and +have obtained her; our dispositions suit; and I will shake hands +with them that would sow dissension betwixt us; for death, and only +death, shall take her from me."</p> +<p>The eulogies of the poets in regard to this amiable trait in the +female character, are sublime and beautiful; but none, I think, +have surpassed in vivid fancy and depth of feeling, that of Lord +Byron, in his elegant poem of the <i>Corsair</i>. The following +passage describing the grief of Medora on the departure of Conrad, +the pirate, is sketched with the pencil of a poet who was +transcendently gifted with a knowledge of the inmost recesses of +the human heart:—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"And is he gone,"—on sudden solitude</p> +<p>How oft that fearful question will intrude?</p> +<p>"'Twas but an instant past—and here he stood!</p> +<p>And now"—without the portal's porch she rush'd,</p> +<p>And then at length her tears in freedom gush'd;</p> +<p>Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell.</p> +<p>But still her lips refus'd to send—"Farewell!"</p> +<p>"He's gone!"—against her heart that hand is driven,</p> +<p>Convuls'd and quick—then gently rais'd to heav'n;</p> +<p>She look'd and saw the heaving of the main:</p> +<p>The white sail set—she dared not look again;</p> +<p>But turn'd with sickening soul within the gate—</p> +<p>"It is no dream—and I am desolate!"</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>CANTO I.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>The description of Conrad's return from his piratical cruise, +the agony of his mind when he finds that his lovely Medora had +fallen a sacrifice to her affectionate regard for him, and his +sudden departure in a boat, through despair, is equally grand and +powerful, and exhibits a fine specimen of the influence of female +constancy even on the mind of a man like Conrad, who, from the +nature of his pursuits, was inured to the infliction of wrongs on +his fellow-creatures.</p> +<p>The anecdote of the behaviour of Arria towards her husband, +Pætus, related by Pliny, is one of the greatest instances of +constancy and magnanimity of mind to be met with in history. +Pætus was imprisoned, and condemned to die, for joining in a +conspiracy against the Emperor, Claudius. Arria, having provided +herself with a dagger, one day observed a more than usual gloom on +the countenance of Pætus, when judging that death by the +executioner might be more terrible to him than the field of glory, +and perhaps, too, sensible that it was for her sake he wished to +live, she drew the dagger from her side, and stabbed herself before +his eyes. Then instantly plucking the weapon from her breast, she +presented it to her husband, saying, "My Pætus, it is not +painful!" Read this, ye votaries of voluptuousness. Reflect upon +the fine moral lesson of conjugal virtue that is conveyed in this +domestic tragedy, ye brutal contemners of female chastity, and of +every virtue that emits a ray of glory around the social circle of +matrimonial happiness! Take into your serious consideration this +direful but noble proof of constancy, ye giddy and thoughtless +worshippers at the shrine of beauty, and know, that a virtuous +disposition is the brightest ornament of the female sex.</p> +There is another instance of constancy of mind, under oppression, +in Otway's tragedy of <i>Venice Preserved</i>, in a dialogue +between Jaffier and Belvidera, where the former questions her with +great tenderness of feeling in regard to her future line of conduct +in the gloomy prospect of his adverse fortune. She replies to him +with great animation and pathos: <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page53" name="page53"></a>[pg 53]</span> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Oh, I will love thee, ev'n in madness love thee,</p> +<p>Tho' my distracted senses should forsake me!</p> +<p>Tho' the bare earth be all our resting place,</p> +<p>Its roots our food, some cliff our habitation,</p> +<p>I'll make this arm a pillow for thy head,</p> +<p>And as thou sighing ly'st, and swell'd with sorrow,</p> +<p>Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love</p> +<p>Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>This is a true and beautiful picture of constancy of mind, under +those rude blasts of adversity, which too frequently nip the growth +of affection. The only alternative against a decay of passion on +such occasions, is a sufficient portion of virtue, strong and +well-grounded love, and constancy of mind as firm as the rock. In +short, without constancy, there can be neither love, friendship, +nor virtue, in the world.</p> +<h4>J.P.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>CAVE AT BLACKHEATH.</h3> +<h4>(To the Editor of the Mirror.)</h4> +<p>Allow me to hand you an account of a very curious cavern at +Blackheath, fortuitously discovered in the year 1780, and which +will form, I have no doubt, a pleasing addition to the valued +communication of your correspondent <i>Halbert H</i>., in the 348th +Number of the MIRROR, and prove interesting to the greater portion +of your numerous readers. It is situated on the hill, (on the left +hand side from London,) and is a very spacious vaulted cavern, hewn +through a solid chalk-stone rock, one hundred feet below the +surface. The Saxons, on their entrance into Kent, upwards of 1,300 +years ago, excavated several of these retreats; and during the +discord, horrid murders, and sanguinary conflicts with the native +Britons, for nearly five hundred years, used these underground +recesses, not only as safe receptacles for their persons, but also +secure depositaries for their wealth and plunder. After these +times, history informs us the caves were frequently resorted to, +and occupied by the disloyal and unprincipled rebels, headed by +Jack Cade, in the reign of Henry VI., about A.D. 1400, who infested +Blackheath and its neighbourhood, (as also mentioned by your +correspondent;) since then by several banditti, called Levellers, +in the rebellious times of Oliver Cromwell. The cave consists of +three rooms, which are dry, and illuminated; in one of which, at +the end of the principal entrance, is a well of soft, pure, and +clear water, which, according to the opinion of several eminent +men, is seldom to be met with. The internal structure is similar to +the cave under the ruins of Reigate Castle, built by the Saxons; +where the barons of England, in the year 1212, with their +followers, (frequently amounting to five hundred persons,) held +their private meetings, and took up arms, previous to their +obtaining Magna Charta at Runny Mead, near Egham, in Surrey.</p> +<h4>C.J.T.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>STANGING.</h3> +<h4>(For the Mirror.)</h4> +<p>This odd custom is now <i>vice versâ</i>. The stang is of +Saxon origin, and is practised in Lancashire, Cumberland, and +Westmoreland, for the purpose of exposing a kind of gyneocracy, or, +the wife wearing the galligaskins. When it is known (which it +generally is) that a wife falls out with her spouse, and beats him +right well, the people of the town or village procure a ladder, and +instantly repair to his house, where one of the party is powdered +with flour—face blacked—cocked hat placed upon his +cranium—white sheet thrown over his shoulders—is seated +astride the ladder, with his back where his face should +be—they hoist him upon men's shoulders—and in his hands +he carries a long brush, tongs, and poker. A sort of mock +proclamation is then made in doggerel verse at the door of all the +alehouses in the parish, or wapentake, as follows:—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"It is neither for your sake nor my sake</p> +<p class="i2">That I ride stang;</p> +<p>But it is for Nancy Thomson,</p> +<p class="i2">Who did her husband hang.</p> +<p>But if I hear tell that she doth rebel,</p> +<p>Or him to complain, with fife and drum</p> +<p class="i2">Then we will come,</p> +<p>And ride the stang again.</p> +<p class="i2">With a ran tan tang,</p> +<p class="i2">And a ran tan tan tang," &c.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>The conclusion of this local custom is generally ended at the +market cross, (if any,) or in the middle of the hamlet; after +which, one of the posse goes round with a hat, begging the +contributions of those present; they then regale themselves at some +of the village ale-shops, out of the proceeds of the day's +merriment.— Brand and Strutt mention this custom; as does +Brigg, in his "Westmoreland as it was."</p> +<h4>J.W.</h4> +<p><i>Preston, Lancashire.</i></p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE SKETCH-BOOK.</h2> +<p>[The following characteristic sketch having been presented to me +by a friend as, to the best of his knowledge, an unpublished +<i>morceau</i> by the celebrated Ettrick Shepherd, I have by his +permission the pleasure of <span class="pagenum"><a id="page54" +name="page54"></a>[pg 54]</span> adding it, to the many interesting +<i>cabinet pictures</i>, already preserved in this department of +the MIRROR.—M.L.B.]</p> +<h3>ROVER.</h3> +<p>Rover is now about six years old. He was born half a year before +our eldest girl; and is accordingly looked upon as a kind of elder +brother by the children. He is a small, beautiful liver-coloured +spaniel, but not one of your goggle-eyed Blenheim breed. He is none +of your lap dogs. No, Rover has a soul above that. You may make him +your friend, but he scorns to be a pet. No one can see him without +admiring him, and no one can know him without loving him. He is as +regularly inquired after as any other member of the family; for who +that has ever known Rover can forget him? He has an instinctive +perception of his master's friends, to whom he metes out his +caresses in the proportion of their attachment to the chief object +of his affections. When I return from an absence, or when he meets +an old friend of mine, or of his own (which is the same thing to +him) his ecstacy is unbounded; he tears and curvets about the room +as if mad; and if out of doors, he makes the welkin ring with his +clear and joyous note. When he sees a young person in company he +immediately selects him for a play fellow. He fetches a stick, +coaxes him out of the house, drops it at his feet; then retiring +backwards, barking, plainly indicates his desire to have it thrown +for him. He is never tired of his work. Indeed, I fear poor fellow, +that his teeth, which already show signs of premature decay, have +suffered from the diversion. But though Rover has a soul for fun, +yet he is a game dog too. There is not a better cocker in England. +In fact he delights in sport of every kind, and if he cannot have +it with me, he will have it on his own account. He frequently +decoys the greyhounds out and finds hares for them. Indeed he has +done me some injury in this way, for if he can find a pointer +loose, he will, if possible, seduce him from his duty, and take him +off upon some lawless excursion; and it is not till after an hour's +whistling and hallooing that I see the truants sneaking round to +the back door, panting and smoking, with their tails knitted up +between their legs, and their long dripping tongues depending from +their watery mouths—<i>he</i> the most bare-faced caitiff of +the whole. In general, however, he will have nothing to say to the +canine species, for notwithstanding the classification of Buffon, +he considers he has a prescriptive right to associate with man. He +is, in fact, rather cross with other dogs; but with children he is +quite at home, doubtless reckoning himself about on a level with +them in the scale of rational beings. Every boy in the village +knows his name, and I often catch him in the street with a posse of +little, dirty urchins playing around him. But he is not quite +satisfied with this kind of company; for, if taking a walk with any +of the family, he will only just acknowledge his plebeian +play-fellow with a simple shake of the tail, equivalent to the +distant nod which a patrician school-boy bestows on the town-boy +school-fellow whom he chances to meet when in company with his +aristocratical relations. The only approach to bad feeling that I +ever discovered in Rover is a slight disposition to jealousy; but +this in him is more a virtue than a vice; for it springs entirely +from affection, and has nothing mean or malicious in it, one +instance will suffice to show how he expresses this feeling. One +day a little stray dog attached himself to me and followed me home; +I took him into the house and had him fed, intending to keep him +until I could discover the owner. For this act of kindness the dog +expressed thanks in the usual way. Rover, although used to play the +truant, from the moment the little stranger entered the premises, +never quitted us till he saw him fairly off. His manner towards us +became more ingratiating than usual, and he seemed desirous, by his +assiduities and attentions, to show us, that we stood in need of no +other favourite or companion. But at the same time he showed no +animosity whatever towards his supposed rival. Here was reason and +refinement too. Besides the friends whom he meets in my house, +Rover also forms attachments of his own, in which he shows a great +discrimination. It is not every one who offers him a bone that he +will trust as a friend. He has one or two intimate acquaintances in +the village whom he regularly visits, and where in case of any +remissness on the part of the cook, he is sure to find a plate of +meat. Rover is a most feeling, sweet dispositioned dog—one +instance of his affection and kindheartedness I cannot omit. He had +formed an attachment to a labourer, who worked about my garden, and +would frequently follow him to his home, where he was caressed by +the wife and children. It happened that the poor wife was taken ill +and died. The husband was seriously afflicted, and showed a feeling +above the common. At this time I observed that Rover had quite lost +his spirits, and appeared to pine. Seeing him in this state one +day, when in company with the widowed <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page55" name="page55"></a>[pg 55]</span> labourer, and thinking in +some measure to divert the poor fellow's thoughts from his own +sorrows, I remarked to him the state that Rover was in, and asked +him if he could guess the cause. "He is fretting after poor Peggy," +was his reply, giving vent at the same time to a flood of +tears.</p> +<h4>JAMES HOGG.</h4> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>NOTES OF A READER.</h2> +<h3>OLD DANCING.</h3> +<p>An "Old Subscriber," who loves a friend and a jest's prosperity, +has sent us a few leaves of "The Dancing Master," printed in 1728, +which form a curious contrast with Mr. Lindsay's elegant treatise, +printed at Mr. Clowes's <i>musical</i> office. What will some of +the quadrillers say to the following exquisite morsel of dancing, +entitled, "The Old Maid in Tears?"—"Longways for as many as +will".—(then the notes, and the following +instructions:)—"Note: Each strain is to be play'd twice +ov'er.—The first wo. holds her handkerchief on her face, and +goes on the outside, below the 3d wo. and comes up the middle to +her place; first man follows her (at the same time pointing and +smiling at her) up to his place. First man do the same, only he +beckons his wo. to him. First woman makes a motion of drying first +one eye, then the other, and claps her hands one after another on +her sides, (the first man looks surprizingly at her at the same +time,) and turn her partner. First cu. move with two slow steps +down the middle and back again. The first cu. sett and cast +off."</p> +<p>As we love to keep up the dance, if we are not leading the +reader a dance, we give <i>A Dance in Hoops</i>, as described in a +fashionable novel, just published:—</p> +<p>When the whole party was put in motion, but little trace of a +regular dance remained; all was a perfect maze, and the +<i>cutting</i> in and out (as the fraternity of the whip would +phrase it) of these cumbrous machines presented to the mind only +the figure of a most formidable affray.</p> +<p>The nearest assimilation to this strange exhibition of the dance +in full career, at all familiar to our minds, is the prancing of +the basket-horses in Mr. Peake's humorous farce of +<i>Quadrupeds</i>.</p> +<p>An entertaining variety of appearance arose also from the +conformity of the steps to the diversified measure of the tune. The +jig measure, which corresponds to the <i>canter</i> in a horse's +paces, produced a strong bounding up and down of the hoop—and +the gavotte measure, which corresponds to the short trot, produced +a tremulous and agitated motion. The numerous ornaments, also, with +which the hoops were bespread and decorated—the +festoons—the tassels—the rich embroidery—all of a +most <i>catching</i> and <i>taking</i> nature, every now and then +affectionately hitched together in unpremeditated and close +embrace. To the parties in action, it is not difficult to suppose +these combinations might prove something short of perfectly +agreeable, more especially, as on such occasions as these, some of +the fair daughters of our courtly belles were undergoing the awful +ordeal of a first ball-room appearance, on whom these contingencies +would inflict ten-fold embarrassment.—<i>The Ball, or a +Glance at Almack's in 1829.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>FRENCH PAINTINGS.</h3> +<p>General le Jeune has added a new picture to his collection of +battle paintings, exhibiting at the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly. It +represents one of the general's perilous adventures in the +Peninsular War, and is a vigorous addition to these admirable +productions of the French school. The whole series will be found +noticed at page 212 of our vol. xi.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>FLOWERS ON THE ALPS.</h3> +<p>The flowers of the mountains—they must not be forgotten. +It is worth a botanist's while to traverse all these high passes; +nay, it is worth the while of a painter, or any one who delights to +look upon graceful flowers, or lovely hues, to pay a visit to these +little wild nymphs of Flora, at their homes in the mountains of St. +Bernard. We are speaking now, generally, of what may be seen +throughout the whole of the route, from Moutier, by the Little St. +Bernard, to Aosta,—and thence again to Martigny. There is no +flower so small, so beautiful, so splendid in colour, but its equal +may be met with in these sequestered places. The tenaciousness of +flowers is not known; their hardihood is not sufficiently admired. +Wherever there is a handful of earth, there also is a patch of +wild-flowers. If there be a crevice in the rock, sufficient to +thrust in the edge of a knife, there will the winds carry a few +grains of dust, and there straight up springs a flower. In the +lower parts of the Alps, they cover the earth with beauty. +Thousands, and tens of thousands, blue, and yellow, and pink, and +violet, and white, of every shadow and every form, are to be seen, +vying with each other, and eclipsing every thing besides. Midway +they meet you again, sometimes fragrant, and always lovely; and in +the topmost places, where the larch, and the pine, and the +rhododendron (the last living shrub) are no longer to be seen, +where you are just about to tread upon the <span class= +"pagenum"><a id="page56" name="page56"></a>[pg 56]</span> limit of +perpetual snow, there still peep up and blossom the "Forget me +not," the Alpine ranunculus, and the white and blue gentian, the +last of which displays, even in this frore air, a blue of such +intense and splendid colour, as can scarcely be surpassed by the +heavens themselves. It is impossible not to be affected at thus +meeting with these little unsheltered things, at the edge of +eternal barrenness. They are the last gifts of beneficent, abundant +Nature. Thus far she has struggled and striven, vanquishing rocks +and opposing elements, and sowing here a forest of larches, and +there a wood of pines, a clump of rhododendrons, a patch of +withered herbage, and, lastly, a bright blue flower. Like some mild +conqueror, who carries gifts and civilization into a savage +country, but is compelled to stop somewhere at last, she seems +determined that her parting present shall also be the most +beautiful. This is the limit of her sway. Here, where she has cast +down these lovely landmarks, her empire ceases. Beyond, rule the +ice and the storm!—<i>New Monthly Magazine.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>THE COMPANION TO THE ALMANAC.</h3> +<p>This is the age of utility, and the little volume published +under the above title is altogether characteristic of the age. Its +contents are calculated to feed and foster the spirit of inquiry +which is abroad. People are beginning to find they are not so wise +as they had hitherto conceived themselves to be, or rather, that +their knowledge on every-day subjects is very scanty. We are +therefore pleased to see in the present "Companion" a popular paper +on Comets; a series of attractive Observations of a Naturalist; +papers on the Management of Children, Clothing, Economy in the Use +of Bread and Flour, and a concise account of Public Improvements +during the year. All these are matters of interest to every house +and family in the empire. There is, besides, an abundance of +Parliamentary papers, judiciously abridged, from which the reader +may obtain more information than by passing six months in "both +your Houses," or reading a session of debates. The Table of +Discoveries is likewise a valuable feature; and the Chronological +Table of European Monarchs is almost a counterpart of a "Regal +Tablet" sent to us, some weeks since, for the MIRROR, and promised +for insertion. There is, however, one feature missing, which we +noticed in the "Companion" of last year, and we cannot but think +that, to make room for its introduction, some of the parliamentary +matter in the present volume might have been spared. The editor +will be aware of our disinterestedness in making this suggestion, +and we hope will give us credit accordingly.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>FLUTE PLAYING.</h3> +<p>"Will you play upon this pipe?"</p> +<p>"My Lord, I cannot." So say we; but some novel instruction on +the subject may not be unacceptable to our piping friends. We +recommend to them "The Elements of Flute-playing, according to the +most approved principles of Fingering," by Thomas Lindsay, as +containing more practical and preceptive information than is +usually to be met with in such works. The advantage in the present +treatise arises out of one of the many recent improvements in the +art of printing, viz., the adoption of movable types for printing +music, instead of by engraved pewter plates; which method enables +the instructor to amplify his precepts, or didactic portion of his +work, and thus simplify them to the pupil. According, in Mr. +Lindsay's treatise, we have upwards of forty pages of elementary +instructions, definitions, and concise treatises, copiously +interspersed with musical illustrations; whereas the engraved +treatises are generally meagre in their instructions, from the +difficulty of punching text illustrations. The article on +<i>accentuation</i> is, we are told, the first successful attempt +in any elementary work on the Flute, to define this important +subject. It is written in a lucid and popular style, and is so +attractive, that did our room allow, we might be induced to insert +part of it. Appended to the treatise are thirty pages of Duettinos +and Exercises, and altogether the work, (of which the present is +Part I.,) is well worth the attention of such as study +Flute-playing, which, as Mr. L. observes, is "one of those elegant +and delightful recreations, which constitutes, at once, the grace +and the solace of domestic life."</p> +<hr /> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>The sweetest flowers their odours shed</p> +<p class="i2">In silence and alone;</p> +<p>And Wisdom's hidden fount is fed</p> +<p class="i2">By minds to fame unknown.</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>Bernard Barton.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>CHANGES OF INSECTS.</h3> +<p>Insects are strikingly distinguished from other animals, by a +succession of changes in their organization and forms, and by their +incapacity of propagating before their last metamorphosis, which, +in most of them, takes place shortly before their death. Each of +these transformations is designated by so many terms, that it may +not be useless to observe to the reader, who has not previously +paid attention to the subject, that <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page57" name="page57"></a>[pg 57]</span> <i>larva, caterpillar, +grub, maggot</i>, or <i>worm</i>, is the first state of the insect +on issuing from the egg; that <i>pupa, aurelia, chrysalis</i>, or +<i>nympha</i> are the names by which the second metamorphosis is +designated, and that the last stage, when the insect assumes the +appearance of a butterfly, is called the <i>perfect +state</i>.—<i>North American Review.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>"LITTLE SONGS FOR LITTLE SINGERS."</h3> +<p>The little folks will soon have a microcosm—a world of +their own. The other day we noticed the "Boy's <i>Own</i> Book," +and the girls are promised a match volume: children, too, have +their own <i>camerae obscurae</i>; there are the Cosmoramas at the +Bazaar, as great in their way as Mr. Hornor's Panorama at the +Colosseum; besides half a dozen Juvenile Annuals, in which all the +literary children of larger growth write. At our theatres, operas +are sung by children, and the pantomimes are full of juvenile fun. +In short, every thing can be had adapted to all ages; till we begin +to think it is once a world and twice a little world. But we have +omitted the pretty little productions named at the head of this +article. They consist of seven little songs for little people, set +to music on small-sized paper, so that the little singer may hold +the song after the orchestra fashion, without hiding her smiles. 1. +The Little Fish, harmonized from <i>Nursery Rhymes</i>; 2. The +Little Robin; 3. The Little Spider and his Wife, from <i>Original +Poems</i>; 4. The Little Star, from <i>Nursery Rhymes</i>; 5. A +Summer Evening, from the <i>Infant Minstrel</i>; 6. Come Away, Come +Away, to the air of the Swiss Boy, by Mr. Green, the publisher; +and, 7. The Little Lady Bird:—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,</p> +<p class="i2">The field-mouse is gone to her nest,</p> +<p>The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes,</p> +<p class="i2">And the bees and the birds are at rest.</p> +<p>Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,</p> +<p class="i2">The glow-worm is lighting his lamp,</p> +<p>The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings</p> +<p class="i2">Will be wet with the close-clinging damp.</p> +<p>Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away home,</p> +<p class="i2">The fairy bells tinkle afar;</p> +<p>Make haste, or they'll catch ye, and harness ye fast,</p> +<p class="i2">With a cobweb, to Oberon's car.</p> +<p>Lady Bird! Lady Bird! fly away now</p> +<p class="i2">To your home in the old willow-tree,</p> +<p>Where your children so dear have invited the ant,</p> +<p class="i2">And a few cosy neighbours to tea.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>There is some novelty and ingenuity in adapting the words and +music of songs for young singers. Love, war, and drinking songs are +very well for adults, but are out of time in the nursery or +schoolroom; for these predilections spring up quite early enough in +the bosoms of mankind. We should not forget the vignette +lithographs to the little songs, which are beautifully executed by +Hullmandel. All beginners will do well to see these songs, for we +know many of the "larger growth" who are <i>little</i> singers.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.</h2> +<h3>WITCHCRAFT, &C.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><b>MACB</b>. How now, you secret, black, and mid-night hags?</p> +<p>What is't you do?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><b>WITCHES</b>. A deed without a name.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><b>MACB</b>. I conjure you by that which you profess,</p> +<p>(Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me;</p> +<p>Though you untie the winds, and let them fight</p> +<p>Against the churches—though the yesty waves</p> +<p>Confound and swallow navigation up—</p> +<p>Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down—</p> +<p>Though castles topple on their warder's heads—</p> +<p>Though palaces and pyramids do slope</p> +<p>Their heads to their foundations—though the treasure</p> +<p>Of nature's germins tumble all together,</p> +<p>Even till destruction sicken, answer me</p> +<p>To what I ask you.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>SHAKSPEARE.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>In our two preceding papers,<a id="footnotetag01" name= +"footnotetag01"></a><a href="#footnote01"><sup>1</sup></a> we have +briefly brought before the attention of the reader, a few of the +most prominent and striking features connected with the history of +the first (as the honourable house hath it in 1602) "of those +detestable slaves of the devil, witches, sorcerers, enchanters and +conjurors." And now we proceed to offer a few concluding +illustrations of the subject.</p> +<p>In the early ages, to be possessed of a greater degree of +learning and science than the mass of mankind (at a time when even +kings could not read or write) was to be invested with a more than +earthly share of power; and the philosopher was in consequence +subjected in many cases to a suspicion at once dangerous and +dishonourable: to use the language of Coleridge, the real teachers +and discoverers of truth were exposed to the hazard of fire and +faggot; a dungeon being the best shrine that was vouchsafed to a +Roger Bacon or a Galileo!</p> +<p>A few years since, a place was pointed out to the writer, on the +borders of Scotland, which had been even within the "memory of the +oldest inhabitant," used for the "trial" of witches; and a pool of +water in an adjacent stream is still to be seen, where the poor old +creatures were dragged to sink or swim; and our informant added, +that a very great number had perished on that spot. Indeed, in +Scotland, a refinement of cruelty was practised in the persecution +of witches; the innocent relations of a suspected criminal were +tortured in her presence, in the <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page58" name="page58"></a>[pg 58]</span> hope of extorting +confession from her, in order to put an end to their sufferings, +after similar means had been used without effect on herself. Even +children of seven years of age were sometimes tortured in the +presence of their mothers for this design. In 1751, at Trigg, in +Hertfordshire, two harmless old people above seventy years of age, +being suspected of bewitching a publican, named Butterfield, a vast +concourse of people assembled for the purpose of ducking them, and +the poor wretches were seized, and "stripped naked by the mob, +their thumbs tied to their toes, and then dragged two miles and +thrown into a muddy stream;" the woman expired under the hands of +her persecutors, but her husband, though seriously injured, escaped +with his life. One of the ringleaders of this atrocious outrage, +was tried and hung for the offence.</p> +<p>The delusion respecting witches was greatly increased in the +first instance by a Bull issued by Pope Innocent III. in 1484, to +the inquisitors at Almaine, "exhorting them to discover, and +empowering them to destroy, all such as were guilty of witchcraft." +The fraternity of Witchfinders arose in consequence, and they seem +to have been imbued with the genuine spirit of inquisitors, +delighting in hunting out and dragging to the torture the innocent +and harmless. They had the most unlimited authority granted them, +and the whole thunders of the Vatican were directed to the +destruction of witches and wizards. The bloody scenes which +followed, exceed description. In 1435, Cumanus (an inquisitor) +burnt forty-one poor women for witches, in the country of Burlia, +in one year. One inquisitor in Piedmont burnt a hundred in a very +short time; and in 1524, a thousand were burnt in one year in the +diocese of Como, and a hundred annually for a considerable period; +on all of whom the greatest cruelties were practised. The +fraternity of witchfinders soon found their way to this country, +under the fostering protection of the government; and it was of +course their interest to keep up the delusion by every means in +their power. We have already alluded to the cruelties exercised in +Great Britain during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, and +add an account of one of the cruel ceremonies used to detect +witches:—— "Having taken the suspected witch," says +Gaule, "she is placed in the middle of a room upon a stool or +table, cross-legged, or in some other uneasy posture, to which if +she submits not, she is then bound with cords. There she is watched +and kept without meat or sleep for the space of four-and-twenty +hours; for (they say) that within that time they shall see her imp +come and suck. A little hole is likewise made in the door for the +imp to come in at; and lest it should come in some less discernible +shape, they that watch are taught to be ever and anon sweeping the +room, and if they see any spiders or flies, to kill them. And if +they cannot kill them, they may be sure they are her imps!" Towards +the conclusion of the seventeenth century, the delusion and +jugglery of witchcraft was in a great measure overthrown by the +firmness of the English judges; amongst the most prominent of whom +stands Chief Justice Holt. Indeed a statute was shortly after +passed, which made it <i>wilful murder</i>, should any of the +objects of persecution lose their lives. The popular belief, +however, in witchcraft still continued, and it was not till the +ninth year of George II., that the statutes against it were +repealed. We believe there is still an Irish statute unrepealed, +which inflicts capital punishment on witches.</p> +<p>All is now of the <i>past</i>. The "schoolmaster is abroad," and +not only is the belief in witches, but all the tribe of ghosts and +spirits is fast melting away. The latter have also added in no +inconsiderable degree to the sum of human suffering. The number of +the good was small compared to the evil, and though it was in their +power to come in what shape or guise they chose, "dilated or +condensed, bright or obscure," yet it must be confessed they +generally chose to assume "forms forbidden," and their visitations +were much oftener accompanied with "blasts from hell" than "airs +from heaven." It has been justly remarked that "they were potent +agents in the hands of the priest and the tyrant to delude and to +enslave; for this business they were most admirably fitted, and +most faithfully did they perform it." Those inevitable evils which +man is destined to endure in this present state, are enough without +the addition of the almost unmingled bitterness of the infusion, +which superstition would pour into his cup.</p> +<p><i>(To be continued.)</i></p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>LONDON LYRICS.—THE IMAGE BOY.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Whoe'er has trudged, on frequent feet,</p> +<p>From Charing Cross to Ludgate-street,</p> +<p class="i2">That haunt of noise and wrangle,</p> +<p>Has seen, on journeying through the Strand,</p> +<p>A foreign image-vender stand</p> +<p class="i2">Near Somerset's quadrangle.</p> +</div> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page59" name="page59"></a>[pg +59]</span> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>His coal-black eye, his balanced walk,</p> +<p>His sable apron, white with chalk,</p> +<p class="i2">His listless meditation,</p> +<p>His curly locks, his sallow cheeks,</p> +<p>His board of celebrated Greeks,</p> +<p class="i2">Proclaim his trade and nation.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Not on that board as erst, are seen</p> +<p>A tawdry troop; our gracious Queen</p> +<p class="i2">With tresses like a carrot,</p> +<p>A milk-maid with a pea-green pail,</p> +<p>A poodle with a golden tail,</p> +<p class="i2">John Wesley, and a parrot;—</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>No; far more classic is his stock;</p> +<p>With ducal Arthur, Milton, Locke,</p> +<p class="i2">He bears, unconscious roamer,</p> +<p>Alemena's Jove-begotten Son,</p> +<p>Cold Abelard's too tepid Nun,</p> +<p class="i2">And pass-supported Homer.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>See yonder bust adorned with curls;</p> +<p>'Tis her's, the Queen who melted pearls</p> +<p class="i2">Marc Antony to wheedle.</p> +<p>Her bark, her banquets, all are fled;</p> +<p>And Time, who cut her vital thread,</p> +<p class="i2">Has only spared her Needle.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Stern Neptune, with his triple prong,</p> +<p>Childe Harold, peer of peerless song,</p> +<p class="i2">So frolic Fortune wills it,</p> +<p>Stand next the Son of crazy Paul,</p> +<p>Who hugg'd the intrusive King of Gaul</p> +<p class="i2">Upon a raft at Tilsit.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Poor vagrant child of want and toll!</p> +<p>The sun that warms thy native soil</p> +<p class="i2">Has ripen'd not thy knowledge;</p> +<p>'Tis obvious, from that vacant air,</p> +<p>Though Padua gave thee birth, thou ne'er</p> +<p class="i2">Didst graduate in her College.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"'Tis true thou nam'st thy motley freight;</p> +<p>But from what source their birth they date,</p> +<p class="i2">Mythology or history.</p> +<p>Old records, or the dreams of youth,</p> +<p>Dark fable, or transparent truth,</p> +<p class="i2">Is all to thee a mystery.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Come tell me, Vagrant, in a breath,</p> +<p>Alcides' birth, his life, his death,</p> +<p class="i2">Recount his dozen labours:</p> +<p>Homer thou know'st—but of the woes</p> +<p>Of Troy, thou'rt ignorant as those</p> +<p class="i2">Dark Orange-boys, thy neighbours."</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>'Twas thus, erect, I deign'd to pour</p> +<p>My shower of lordly pity o'er</p> +<p class="i2">The poor Italian wittol,</p> +<p>As men are apt to do, to show</p> +<p>Their 'vantage-ground o'er those who know</p> +<p class="i2">Just less than their own little.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>When lo, methought Prometheus' flame</p> +<p>Waved o'er a bust of deathless fame,</p> +<p class="i2">And woke to life Childe Harold:</p> +<p>The Bard aroused me from my dream</p> +<p>Of pity, alias self-esteem,</p> +<p class="i2">And thus indignant caroll'd:—</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"O thou, who thus in numbers pert</p> +<p>And petulant, presum'st to flirt</p> +<p class="i2">With Memory's Nine Daughters:</p> +<p>Whose verse the next trade-winds that blow</p> +<p>Down narrow Paternoster-row</p> +<p class="i2">Shall 'whelm in Lethe's waters:</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Slight is the difference I see</p> +<p>Between yon Paduan youth and thee:</p> +<p class="i2">He moulds, of Pans plaster,</p> +<p>An urn by classic Chantrey's laws,—</p> +<p>And thou a literary vase</p> +<p class="i2">Of would-be alabaster.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Were I to arbitrate betwixt</p> +<p>His terra cotta, plain or mix'd,</p> +<p class="i2">And thy earth-gender'd sonnet;</p> +<p>Small cause has he th' award to dread:— Thy</p> +<p>Images are in the head,</p> +<p class="i2">And his, poor boy, are on it!"</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>New Monthly Magazine.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>PUNCH.</h3> +<p>Punch was first made by the English at Nemle, near Goa, where +they have the <i>Nepa die Goa</i>, commonly called arrack. This +fascinating liquor got the name of <i>punch</i>, from its being +composed of <i>five</i> articles—that word, in the +Hindostanee language, signifying five. The legitimate punch-makers, +however, consider it a compound of <i>four</i> articles only; and +some learned physicians have, therefore, named it <i>Diapente</i> +(from Diatesseron,) and have given it according to the following +prescription—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Rum, miscetur aqua—dulci miscetur acetum,</p> +<p class="i2">fiet et ex tali foedere—nobile Punch.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>and our worthy grand-fathers used to take a dose of it every +night in their lives, before going to bed, till doctor Cheyne +alarmed them by the information, that they were pouring liquid fire +down their throats. "Punch," said he, "is like opium, both in its +nature and manner of operation, and nearest arsenic in its +deleterious and poisonous qualities; and, so," added he, "I leave +it to them, who, knowing this, will yet drink on and die."</p> +<p>Who, that has drunk this agreeable accompaniment to calapash, at +the City of London Tavern, ever found themselves the worse for it? +They may have felt their genius inspired, or their nobler passions +animated—but <i>fire</i> and <i>inflammation</i> there was +none. The old song says—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>It is the very best of physic.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>and there have been very excellent physicians, who have +confirmed the opinion by their practice. What did the learned Dr. +Sherard, the grave Mr. Petiver, and the apothecary Mr. Tydall, +drink in their herborizing tour through Kent? Why—punch! and +so much were they delighted with it, at Winchelsea, that they made +a special note in their journal, in honour of the <i>Mayoress</i>, +who made it, that the punch was not only excellent, but that "each +succeeding bowl was better than the former!"—<i>Brande's +Journal</i>.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>CHOICE OF A RESIDENCE.—ADVICE TO BACHELORS.</h3> +<p>There is a sort of half-way between town and the country, which +some assert combines the advantages, others the defects, of each; +and this is a country-town. Here, indeed, a little money, a little +learning, and a little fashion, will go ten times as far as they +will in London. Here, a man who takes in the Quarterly or +Edinburgh, is a literary character; the lady who has one head-dress +in the year from a Bond-street milliner, becomes the oracle of +fashion, "the observed of all observers;" here <span class= +"pagenum"><a id="page60" name="page60"></a>[pg 60]</span> dinners +are talked of as excellent, at which neither French dishes nor +French wines were given, and a little raspberry ice would confer +wide celebrity on an evening party, and excite much animadversion +and surprise. Here, notwithstanding a pretty strong line of +demarcation between the different sets of society, every one +appears to know every body; the countenances and names of each are +familiar; we want no slave, who calls out the names; but are ready +with a proper supply of condescending nods, friendly greetings, and +kind inquiries, to dispense to each passenger according to his +claims. Indeed, in calculating the length of time requisite for +arriving at a certain point, the inhabitant of a country town +should make due allowance for the necessary gossip which must take +place on the road, and for the frequent interchange of bulletins of +health, which is sure to occur; and after a residence of any length +in these sociable places, a sensation of solitude and desertion is +felt in those crowded streets of our metropolis, where the full +tide of population may roll past us for hours without bringing with +it a single glance of recognition or kindness. Here round games and +Casino still find refuge and support amidst a steady band of +faithful partizans; here old maids escape ridicule from being +numerous, and old bachelors acquire importance from being scarce. +It is, indeed, to this latter description of persons that I would +especially recommend a residence in a country town; and, as Dr. +Johnson said, that "wherever he might dine, he would wish to +breakfast in Scotland;" so, wherever I may pass my youth, let my +days of old bachelorship, if to such I am doomed, be spent in a +country town. There the genteel male population forsake their +birthplace at an early age; and since war no longer exists to +supply their place with the irresistible military, the importance +of a single man, however small his attractions, however advanced +his age, is considerable; while a tolerably agreeable bachelor +under sixty is the object of universal attention, the cynosure of +every lady's eye. In the cathedral city, where I visited a friend +some years since, there were forty-five single women, from sixteen +to fifty, and only three marriageable men. Let any one imagine the +delight of receiving the most flattering attentions from fifteen +women at once, some of them extremely pretty and agreeable; or, I +should rather say, from forty-five, since the three bachelors, +politically avoiding all appearance of preference, were courted +equally by nearly the whole phalanx of the sisterhood. One of the +enviable men, being only just of age, was indeed too young to +excite hopes in the more elderly ladies, but another more +fortunate, if he knew his happiness, ("<i>sua si bona norit</i>"), +was exposed to the attacks, more or less open, of every unmarried +woman. Alas! he was insensible to his privileges; a steady man of +fifty-five, a dignitary of the church, devoted to study, and shy in +his habits, he seemed to shrink from the kind attentions he +received, and to wish for a less favoured, a less glorious state of +existence. His desires seemed limited to reading the Fathers, +writing sermons, and doing his duty as a divine; and he appeared of +opinion that no helpmate was required to fulfil them. But still the +indefatigable phalanx of forty-five, with three or four widows as +auxiliaries, continued their attacks, and his age, as I before +observed, was fatally encouraging to the hopes of each. The +youngest looked in their glasses and remembered the power of youth +and beauty; the middle-aged calculated on the good sense and +propriety of character of their object, and were "sure he would +never marry a girl;" and the most elderly exaggerated his gravity, +thought of his shovel hat, and seemed to suppose that every woman +under fifty must be too giddy for its wearer. Meanwhile, what a +life he led!—his opinions law; his wishes gospel; the +cathedral crowded when he preached; churches attended; schools +visited; waltzing calumniated; novels concealed; shoulders covered; +petticoats lengthened—all to gain his approving eye. The fact +is, his sphere of useful influence was much enlarged by his single +state; as a married man, he could only have reformed his wife; as a +bachelor, he exercised undisputed power over every spinster in his +neighbourhood. He was, indeed, unconscious of, or ungratified by +the deference and incense he received; but the generality of men +are less insensible, and half the homage he so carefully rejected +would have been sufficient to intoxicate with delight and +self-complacency the greater part of his fraternity. What object in +nature is more pitiable than a London old bachelor, of moderate +fortune and moderate parts? whose conversational powers do not +secure him invitations to dinners, when stiffness of limb and a +growing formality have obliged him to retreat from quadrilles. The +rich, we know, thrive everywhere, and at all seasons, safe from +neglect, secure from ridicule. I speak of those less strongly +fortified against the effects of time; those who, scarcely +considered good speculations in their best days, are now utterly +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page61" name="page61"></a>[pg +61]</span> insignificant, concealed and jostled by a crowd of +younger aspirants, overlooked by mammas, except when needed to +execute some troublesome commission; and without a chance of +receiving a single word or glance from their daughters unmarked by +that provoking ease and compassionate familiarity, which tell them, +better than words, that their day of influence has closed for ever. +Let such unhappy men fly from the scenes of former pleasure and +power, of former flirtation and gaiety, to the quieter and surer +triumphs of a country town. Here crowds of young women, as +certainly devoted to celibacy as the inmates of a nunnery, +accustomed from necessity to make beaux out of the most +unprecedented materials, and concoct flirtations in the most +discouraging circumstances, will welcome him with open arms, +underrate his age, overrate his merits, doubt if his hair is gray, +deny that he wears false teeth, accept his proffered arm with an +air of triumph, and even hint a wonder that he has given up +dancing. To their innocent cheeks his glance will have the +long-lost power of calling up a blush; eyes as bright as those +which beamed upon his youth will sparkle at his approach; and +tender hearts, excluded by fate from palpitations for a more +suitable object, must per force beat quicker at his address. Here +let him revel in the enjoyment of unbounded influence, preserve it +by careful management to the latest possible moment, and at length +gradually slide from the agreeable old beau into the interesting +invalid, and secure for his days of gout, infirmity, and sickness, +a host of attentive nurses, of that amiable sex which delights and +excels in offices of pity and kindness; who will read him news, +recount him gossip, play backgammon or cribbage, knit him +comfortables, make him jellies, and repay by affectionate +solicitude and unselfish attentions the unmeaning, heartless, +worthless admiration which he bestowed upon them in his better +days.—<i>New Monthly Magazine</i>.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE ANECDOTE GALLERY.</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>OTHELLO.</h3> +<p>On the crew of the Flora being treated to see <i>Othello</i> at +the Portsmouth Theatre, Cassio's silly speech proved an exquisite +relish to the audience, where he apostrophizes heaven, "Forgive us +our sins," and endeavours to persuade his companion that he is +sober. "Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk? this is my Ancient: +this is my right hand, and this is my left hand: I am not drunk +now." "No, not <i>you</i>," roared a Jack, who no doubt would have +been a willing witness in Cassio's defence, had he been brought to +the gangway for inebriety. "I can stand well enough," continued the +representative of Cassio. "Then, hang it! why don't you walk the +<i>plank</i> at once, and prove yourself sober?" vociferated a +long-tailed wag, determined not to slip this opportunity of having +a shot on the sly at his first lieutenant, who had only a night or +two before put his perpendicularity to a similar test.</p> +<p>At the last scene the shouts became alarming; volleys of +imprecations were hurled at his head—his limbs—his +life. "What!" said one of the rudest of the crew, "can the black +brute cut her lifelines? She's a reg'lar-built angel, and as like +my Bet as two peas."—"Ay," said a messmate, "it all comes of +being jealous, and that's all as one as mad; but you know, if he's +as good as his word, he's sure to be hanged,—that's one +comfort!" When the Moor seized her in bed by the throat, Desdemona +shrieking for permission to repeat but one short prayer, and he +rancorously exclaims, in attempting to strangle her, "It is too +late!" the house, as it is said a French audience had done ere now, +could endure no more; and the sailors rose in their places, giving +the most alarming indications of angry excitement, and of a +determination to mingle in the murderous scene below. "I'm +——, Dick, if I can stand it any longer," said the +spokesman of the gallery. "You're <i>no</i> man, if you can sit and +look on quietly; hands off, you blood-thirsty niggar," he +vociferated, and threw himself over the side of the gallery in a +twinkling; clambering down by a pillar into the boxes, and +scrambled across the pit, over every person in his way, till he +reached the noisy boatswain's mate. Him he "challenged to the +rescue," and exclaimed, "Now's your time, Ned,—Pipe the +boarders away—all hands,——! if you're a man as +<i>loves</i> a woman. <i>Now</i>, go it," said he, and dashed +furiously over all obstacles,—fiddles, flutes, and fiddlers. +Smash went the foot-lights—Caesar had passed the Rubicon. The +contagion of feeling became general; and his trusty legions, fired +with the ambition that inspired their leader, followed, sweeping +all before them, till the whole male population of the theatre +crowded the stage <i>en masse</i>, amid shouts of encouragement, or +shrieks of terror; outraging, by their mistaken humanity, all the +propriety of this touching drama; and, for once, rescuing the +gentle Desdemona from the deadly grasp of the murderous Moor, who +fled in full costume, dagger in hand, from the house, and through +the dark streets of Dock, until he <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page62" name="page62"></a>[pg 62]</span> reached his home in a +state of inconceivable affright. The scene of confusion which +followed, it would be fruitless to attempt to describe. All was +riot and uproar.—<i>Sailors and Saints.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>DEATH OF DAUBENTON.</h3> +<p>We have had countless instances of "the ruling passion strong in +death;" but perhaps we can adduce nothing more illustrative of that +feeling than the following fact, which may vie with the sublimity +of Rousseau's death, when he desired to look on the sun ere his +eyes were closed in the rayless tomb:—M. Daubenton, the +scientific colleague of Buffon, and the anatomical illustrator of +his "Histoire Naturelle," on being chosen a member of the +Conservative Senate, was seized with apoplexy the first time he +assisted at the sessions of that body, and fell senseless into the +arms of his astonished colleagues. The most prompt assistance could +only restore him to feeling for a few moments, during which he +showed himself, what he had always been—a tranquil observer +of nature. <i>He felt with his fingers, which still retained +sensation, the various parts of his body, and pointed out to the +assistants the progress of the disease!</i> He died on the 31st of +December, 1799. The <i>Edinburgh Philosophical Journal</i> states, +"it may be said of him, that he attained happiness the most +perfect, and the least mixed, that any man could hope to attain. +His life was marked by an undeviating pursuit of science; and to +him was Buffon indebted for instruction and example. Naturally of a +mild and conciliatory disposition, and gifted with cool and +dispassionate consideration, he was just such a preceptor as was +calculated to curb the imagination of Buffon, whose fiery and +ardent genius was apt to substitute theory for proof, and fancy for +fact; and often did the 'biting smile' of M. Daubenton check the +ardency of Buffon, and his well-weighed words arrest him in his +headlong progress." What more noble picture of scientific devotion +can we imagine than the feeble and aged Daubenton, shut up for +whole days in his cabinet of natural history, ardently exerting +himself in the complex and weary task of arranging the objects +according to their several relations? But Buffon, with the wayward +negligence which clings to genius, did wrong to his friend in +publishing an edition of his "Histoire Naturelle" without the +dissections. Yet such a step, discountenanced by all the liberal +body of science, was forgiven by the philosophic and gentle +Daubenton; and Buffon made atonement for his aberration, by +re-uniting himself to the companion of his childhood, the +participator in his studies, and the preceptor of his genius.</p> +<h4>H</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>STORY ON A MARCH.</h3> +<p>An officer in India, whose stock of table-linen had been +completely exhausted during the campaign,—either by wear or +tear or accident,—had a few friends to dine with him. The +dinner being announced to the party, seated in the <i>al fresco</i> +drawing-room of a camp, the table appeared spread with eatables, +but without the usual covering of a cloth. The master, who, +perhaps, gave himself but little trouble about these matters, or +who probably relied upon his servant's capacity in the art of +borrowing, or, at all events, on his ingenuity on framing an +excuse, inquired, with an angry voice, why there was no +table-cloth. The answer was, "Massa not got;" with which reply, +after apologizing to his guests, he was compelled, for the present, +to put up. The next morning he called his servant, and rated him +soundly, and perhaps beat him, (for I lament to say that this was +too much the practice with European masters in India,) for exposing +his poverty to the company; desiring him, another time, if +similarly circumstanced, to say that all the table-cloths were gone +to the wash. Another day, although the table appeared clothed in +the proper manner, the spoons, which had probably found their way +to the bazar, perhaps to provide the very articles of which the +feast was composed, were absent, whether with or without leave is +immaterial. "Where are all the spoons?" cried the apparently +enraged master. "Gone washerman, sar!" was the answer. Roars of +laughter succeeded, and a teacup did duty for the soup-ladle. The +probable consequence of this unlucky exposure of the domestic +economy of the host, namely, a sound drubbing to the poor maty-boy, +brings to my mind an anecdote which, being in a story-telling vein, +I cannot resist the temptation of introducing. It was related to +me, with great humour, by one of the principals in the transaction, +whose candour exceeded his fear of shame. He had been in the habit +of beating his servants, till one in particular complained that he +would have him before Sir Henry Gwillam, then chief justice at +Madras, who had done all in his power to suppress the disgraceful +practice. Having a considerable balance to settle with his maty-boy +on the score of punishment, but fearing the presence of witnesses, +the master called him one day into a bungalow at the bottom +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page63" name="page63"></a>[pg +63]</span> of his garden, at some distance from the house. "Now," +said he as he shut the door and put the key into his pocket, +"you'll complain to Sir Henry Gwillam, will you? There is nobody +near to bear witness to what you may say, and, with the blessing of +God, I'll give it you well."—"Massa sure nobody near?" asked +the Indian.—"Yes, yes, I've taken good care of +that."—"Then I give massa one good beating." And forthwith +the maty-boy proceeded to put his threat into execution, till the +master, being the weaker of the two, was compelled to cry mercy; +which being at length granted, and the door opened with at least as +much alacrity as it was closed, Maotoo decamped without beat of +drum, never to appear again.—<i>Twelve Years' Military +Adventures, &c.</i></p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE GATHERER.</h2> +<hr /> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>SHAKSPEARE.</p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>MEMENTO MORI.</h3> +<p><i>Inscribed on a Tombstone.</i></p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">When you look on my grave,</p> +<p class="i2">And behold how they wave,</p> +<p>The cypress, the yew, and the willow,</p> +<p class="i2">You think 'tis the breeze</p> +<p class="i2">That gives motion to these—</p> +<p>'Tis the laughter that's shaking my pillow.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">I must laugh when I see</p> +<p class="i2">A poor insect like thee</p> +<p>Dare to pity the fate thou must own;</p> +<p class="i2">Let a few moments slide,</p> +<p class="i2">We shall lie side by side,</p> +<p>And crumble to dust, bone for bone.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Go, weep thine own doom,</p> +<p class="i2">Thou wert born for the tomb—</p> +<p>Thou hast lived, like myself, but to die;</p> +<p class="i2">Whilst thou pity'st my lot,</p> +<p class="i2">Secure fool, thou'st forgot</p> +<p>Thou art no more immortal than I!</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>H.B.A.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>TEA-DRINKING.</h3> +<p>While the late Mr. Gifford was at Ashburton, he contracted an +acquaintance with a family of that place, consisting of females +somewhat advanced in age. On one occasion he ventured on the +perilous exploit of drinking tea with these elderly ladies. After +having swallowed his usual allowance of tea, he found, in spite of +his remonstrances to the contrary, that his hostess would by no +means suffer him to give up, but persisted in making him drink a +most incredible quantity. "At last," said Gifford in telling the +story, "being really overflooded with tea, I put down my fourteenth +cup, and exclaimed, with an air of resolution, 'I neither can nor +will drink any more.' The hostess then seeing she had forced more +down my throat than I liked, began to apologize, and added, 'but, +dear Mr. Gifford, as you didn't put your spoon across your cup, I +supposed your refusals were nothing but good manners.'"</p> +<hr /> +<h3>PRECEDENCE.</h3> +<p>An anecdote is told of a captain in the service, since dead, +that whilst carrying out a British ambassador to his station +abroad, a quarrel arose on the subject of precedency. High words +were exchanged between them on the quarter-deck, when, at length, +the ambassador, thinking to silence the captain, exclaimed, +"Recollect, sir, <i>I</i> am the representative of his majesty!" +"Then, sir," retorted the captain, "recollect that <i>here I</i> am +<i>more</i> than majesty itself. Can the king <i>seize a fellow up +and give him three dozen?</i>" Further argument was +useless—the diplomatist struck.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>MARCEL.</h3> +<p>A lady who had been a pupil of this distinguished professor of +dancing, and remained subsequently his steady and zealous friend, +succeeded in obtaining for him from the government a pension for +life. In her great joy at having such a boon to put into his +possession, she advanced to him—the certificate in her +hand—with a hurried and anxious step; when M. Marcel, shocked +at the style of presentation, struck the paper out of her hand, +demanding if she had forgotten his instructions? The lady +immediately picked it up, and presented it with due form and grace; +on which the accomplished Marcel, the enthusiastic professor of his +art, respectfully kissed her hand, and with a profound bow +exclaimed, "Now I know my own pupil!"</p> +<hr /> +<h3>ACROSTIC.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>C could angel's voice, or poet's lays,</p> +<p>A ttune my votice song to praise</p> +<p>R esistless then I'd touch the lyre,</p> +<p>O r chant her praise, whom all admire.</p> +<p>L et candour, dearest maid, excuse;</p> +<p>I claim no kindred to the muse,</p> +<p>N or can a lowly song or mine</p> +<p>E xpress the worth of Caroline.<span style= +"margin-left:3em">A.C.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>"JACK OF BOTH SIDES."</h3> +<p>This proverb is derived from the Greek, and applied to +Theramenes, who was at first a mighty stickler for the thirty +tyrants' authority: but when they began to abuse it by defending +such outrageous practices, no man more violently opposed it than +he; and this (says Potter) got him the nick-name of "<i>Jack of +both sides</i>," from <i>Cothurnus</i>, which was a kind of shoe +that fitted both feet. P.T.W.</p> +<hr /> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page64" name="page64"></a>[pg +64]</span> +<h3>PLAY OF "CAESAR IN EGYPT."</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>When the pack'd audience from their posts retir'd,</p> +<p>And Julius in a general hiss expir'd,</p> +<p>Sage Booth to Cibber cried, "Compute your gains;</p> +<p>These Egypt dogs, and their old dowdy queens,</p> +<p>But ill requite these habits and these scenes!</p> +<p>To rob Corneille for such a motley piece—</p> +<p>His geese were swans, but, zounds, thy swans are geese."</p> +<p>Rubbing his firm, invulnerable brow,</p> +<p>The bard replied, "The critics must allow,</p> +<p>"'Twas ne'er in Caesar's destiny to run."</p> +<p>Wils bow'd, and bless'd the gay, pacific pun.</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>Mist's Journal, 1724.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Friendship is like the cobbler's tye,</p> +<p>That binds two soles in unity;</p> +<p>But love is like the cobbler's awl,</p> +<p>That pierces through the <i>soul</i> and <i>all</i>.</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>W.J.</h4> +<hr /> +<p>Why is St. Giles's clock like a pelisse, and unlike a +cloak?—Because it shows the figure without confining the +hands.</p> +<h4>"STRICTOR."</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>CORPORATION LEARNING.</h3> +<p>The mayor of a country town, conceiving that the word +<i>clause</i> was in the plural number, would often talk of a +<i>claw</i> in an act of parliament.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>A HUNDRED POUND NOTE.</h3> +<p>The following pathetic soliloquy was found written on the back +of a hundred pound note of the National Bank, which passed through +our hands lately, and we are sorry we can now add our sympathies to +those of our poet on the transitory nature of those sublunary +enjoyments:—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"A little while ye hae been mine;</p> +<p class="i2">Nae langer can I keep ye;</p> +<p>I fear ye'll ne'er be mine again,</p> +<p class="i2">Nor any ither like ye."</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>Edinburgh Paper.</h4> +<hr /> +<h3>FRENCH.—- ENGLISH.</h3> +<h4>At Boulogne.</h4> +<p>"NOTICE to Informe the gentries: Find Dogs and some to be +sold."</p> +<h4>At Paris.</h4> +<p>"M. Boursier, mershant, has the honour to give account at the +English and strangers, gentlemen and livings from East Indies, that +he takes charge of all species of goods or ventures, and all +commissions. Like all kinds of spices and fine eating things: keep +likewise a general staple of French and strangers wines, the all in +confidence, and the most reasonable prices."</p> +<h4>At Boulogne.</h4> +<p>"Bed and table linen, plate, knives, and forks, also donkies to +let. Mangling done here."</p> +<h4>In the church al Calais.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Tronc pour les pauvres de L'hôpital."</p> +<p>"Trunk for the poor hospitable."</p> +</div> +</div> +<h4>At Dieppe.</h4> +<h4>French despair.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Quand on a tout perdu et qu'on a plus déspoir</p> +<p>On prend l'devant sa chemise pour sa farie un mouchoir."</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>The above are all copied verbatim and literatim. J.G.R.</p> +<hr /> +<p>When a Grand Vizier is favourably deposed, that is, without +banishing or putting him to death, it is signified to him by a +messenger from the Sultan, who goes to his table, and wipes the ink +out of his golden pen; this he understands as the sign of +dismissal. W.G.C.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>TIME.</h3> +<p>It is the remark of a sensible authoress, (Miss Hawkins,) that +every <i>day</i> resembles a <i>trunk</i> which has to be filled; +and when we fancy that we have packed it to the uttermost, we shall +still find that by good management it might, and would, have held +more.—Our quotation is from memory, but correct as to simile +and substance; and we consider the remark not less striking than +quaint. M.L.B.</p> +<hr /> +<p>On January 31 will be published, price 5<i>s</i>. with a +Frontispiece, and upwards of thirty other Engravings, the</p> +<p>ARCANA OF SCIENCE, AND ANNUAL REGISTER OF THE USEFUL ARTS, FOR +1829.</p> +<p>The MECHANICAL department contains ONE HUNDRED New Inventions +and Discoveries, with 14 <i>Engravings</i>.</p> +<p>CHEMICAL, SEVENTY articles, with 2 <i>Engravings</i>.</p> +<p>NATURAL HISTORY, 135 New Facts and Discoveries, with 7 +<i>Engravings</i>.</p> +<p>ASTRONOMICAL and METEOROLOGICAL PHENOMENA—35 +articles—6 <i>Engravings</i>.</p> +<p>AGRICULTURE, GARDENING, and RURAL ECONOMY, 30 <i>pages</i>.</p> +<p>DOMESTIC ECONOMY.</p> +<p>USEFUL ARTS.</p> +<p>FINE ARTS.</p> +<p>MISCELLANEOUS REGISTER, &c.</p> +<p>For Critical Opinions of the Volume for last year, see +Gardener's, New Monthly, and <i>London Magazines</i>, &c. +&c.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote01" name= +"footnote01"></a> <b>Footnote 1</b>: <a href= +"#footnotetag01">(return)</a> +<p>See vol xi. p. 391—vol. xii. p. 70.</p> +</blockquote> +<hr class="full" /> +<p><i>Printed and Published by J. 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