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No. 346.]</b></td> +<td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1828</b></td> +<td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>OLD COVENT GARDEN.</h2> +<div class="figure" style="width:60%;"><a href= +"images/346-1.png"><img width="100%" src="images/346-1.png" alt= +"Old Covent Garden" /></a></div> +<p>The notoriety of Covent Garden is of too multifarious a +description to render the above illustration uninteresting to +either of our readers. It is copied from one of Hollar's prints, +and represents the Garden about the time of Charles II., before its +area had been polluted with filth and vegetable odours.</p> +<p>The spot was originally the garden belonging to the abbot of +Westminster, which extended to St. Martin's church, was called the +<i>Convent Garden</i>, and may be distinctly traced in Ralph Agar's +View of London, bearing date about 1570. It was granted, after the +dissolution, by Edward VI. first to the protector Somerset, on +whose attainder, in 1582, it passed into the Bedford family. About +the year 1634, Francis, Earl of Bedford, began to clear away the +old buildings, and to form the present handsome square. Its +execution was confided to Inigo Jones, but unfortunately, only the +north, and part of the east side, was completed; for, had the +piazza been continued on the other this would have been one of the +noblest quadrangles in the metropolis. Previously to the erection +of the present mass of huts and sheds, the area was neatly +gravelled, had a handsome dial in the centre, and was railed in on +all sides, at the distance of sixty feet from the buildings. The +south side was bounded by the garden wall of Bedford-House, the +town house of the noble family of that name; and along this wall +only were the market booths. But the mansion has long given way to +Little Bedford-street.</p> +<p>The most striking object in the engraving is, however, the +original church of St. Paul, as built by Inigo Jones, connected +with which is the following anecdote:—When the Earl of +Bedford sent for Jones, in 1640, he told him he wanted a chapel for +the parishioners of Covent Garden; but added, he would not go to +any considerable expense. "In short," said he, "I would not have it +much better than a barn."—"Well, then," replied Jones, "you +shall have the handsomest barn in England." The ceiling was very +beautifully painted by Edward Pierce, <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page402" name="page402"></a>[pg 402]</span> sen. a pupil of +Vandyke. In 1795, the church was accidentally destroyed by fire, +but it was rebuilt by Mr. Hardwick, in imitation of the original +design.</p> +<p>In a note at page 236 of vol. x. of the MIRROR, we adverted to +the disgraceful state of Covent Garden Market, which of late years +has been little better than a public nuisance. The broom of reform +at length promises to cleanse this <i>Augean</i> area; and a new +market is in the course of erection. The design, it will be +recollected, was in this year's Exhibition at Somerset House, and +in an early Number we may probably give a view of the +Elevation.</p> +<p>The celebrity of Covent Garden as a depot for vegetable produce +is of considerable antiquity; and it is but reasonable that such an +improvement should be made, consistent with the increased and +increasing wants of this overgrown metropolis, and the augmented +supplies which are poured in from all quarters. When this +improvement is completed, it may lead to the finishing of the +quadrangle. The parish (in extent, not in feeling) is, perhaps, one +of the most compact in London; but when its proximity to the +theatres is considered, little surprise can reasonably be felt at +the immorality of the district. It may not be so easy a matter to +mend the public morals as to build new markets; but the links of +popular improvement are too closely connected to make the case +hopeless.</p> +<p>It would be amusing to compare this emporium of fruits and +vegetables in ancient and modern times. At the first enclosure of +Covent Garden, in 1635, the supply must have been very scanty. Upon +the authority of Hume, we learn that when Catherine, queen of Henry +VIII., was in want of any salads, carrots, or other edible roots, +&c. she was obliged to send a special messenger to Holland for +them. But the mention of water-cresses, kales, gooseberries, +currants, &c., by old writers, appears to invalidate the pursy +historian. The garden must, nevertheless, have presented a very +different appearance to that of our day. Only let the +<i>gourmand</i> take a walk through the avenues of the present +Covent Garden—from the imperial pine, to the emerald leaves +sprinkled with powdered diamonds—<i>vulgo</i>, savoys. Then +the luscious list of autumnal fruits, and the peppers, or +capsicums, and tomatas, to tickle the appetite of the veriest +epicure of east or western London—not to mention the exotic +fragrance of oranges, which come in just opportunely to fill up the +chasm in the supply of British fruits.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>Ancient Roman Festivals</h3> +<h3>DECEMBER.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p>The feasts of <i>Opalia</i> were celebrated in honour of the +goddess <i>Ops</i>; they were held on the 9th of December. Saturn +and Ops were husband and wife, and to them we owe the introduction +of corn and fruits; for which reason the feast was not held till +the harvest and fruit time were over. The vows offered to this +goddess were made sitting on the ground, to show that she was +Earth, the mother of all things.</p> +<p>The <i>Saturnalia</i> were festivals in honour of Saturn, +celebrated the 16th or 17th, or, according to others, the 18th of +December. They were instituted long before the foundation of Rome, +in commemoration of the freedom and equality which prevailed on +earth in the golden reign of Saturn. Some, however, suppose that +the Saturnalia were first observed at Rome in the reign of Tullus +Hostilius, after a victory obtained over the Sabines; while others +support, that Janus first instituted them in gratitude to Saturn, +from whom he had learnt agriculture; others suppose that they were +first celebrated in the year of Rome 257, after a victory obtained +over the Latins by the dictator, Posthumius. The Saturnalia were +originally celebrated only for one day, but afterwards the +solemnity continued for three, four, five, and at last for seven +days. The celebration was remarkable for the license which +universally prevailed. The slaves were permitted to ridicule their +masters, and to speak with freedom upon any subject. It was usual +for friends to make presents one to another; all animosity ceased; +no criminals were executed; schools were shut; war was never +declared, but all was mirth, riot, and debauchery. In the +sacrifices the priests made their offerings with their heads +uncovered,—a custom which was never observed at other +festivals.</p> +<p>The <i>Divalia</i> was a feast held on the 2lst of December, in +honour of the goddess <i>Angerona</i>, whence it is also called +Angeronalia. On the day of this festival the pontifices performed +sacrifices in the temple of Voluptia, or the goddess of joy and +pleasure, who, some say, was the same with <i>Angerona</i>, and +supposed to drive away all the sorrow and chagrin of life.</p> +<p>The feast of <i>Laurentinalia</i> was held on the 23rd of +December, but was ordered to be observed twice a year by Augustus; +by some supposed to be in honour of the <i>Lares</i>, a kind of +domestic genii, or divinities, worshipped in houses, and esteemed +the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page403" name="page403"></a>[pg +403]</span> guardians and protectors of families, supposed to +reside in chimney-corners. Others have attributed this feast in +honour of Acca Laurentia, the nurse of Romulus and Remus, and wife +of Faustulus.</p> +<p>P.T.W.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>CELTIC ETYMOLOGIES.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p><i>Hibernia</i>.—Ireland is called by the Latin writers, +<i>Hibernia, Ivernia—Ierne</i><a id="footnotetag1" name= +"footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a>—and +<i>Verna</i>—names differing but little in sound, and all, +merely Latinizations of the Irish words <i>Ibh Eirin</i>—that +is, the Land of Erié—for <i>Ibh</i>, in Irish, +signifies a land, or country, and <i>Eirin</i> is the genitive case +of <i>Eire</i>, the name of Ireland in the Irish tongue—from +<i>Ibh Eirin</i> the Romans formed Hibernia, &c. the +termination only being Latin—and from <i>Eire</i>, by adding +<i>land</i>, the Saxons formed <i>Eireland</i> or <i>Ireland</i>. +This Eire was a very ancient queen who gave her name to the +country, as in modern times <i>Virginia</i> was called after Queen +Elizabeth, <i>Maryland</i> after the queen of Charles I., +&c.</p> +<p><i>Tory</i>.—A robber, an outlaw, literally, <i>one +hunted</i>—a name originally given to the outlawed Irish +chiefs of Ulster, in the reign of James I., who after the seizure +of their lands, had a price set upon their heads, and were +<i>hunted</i> by the soldiery like wild beasts; hence the name of +<i>Tories</i>, meaning the <i>hunted</i> people, for +<i>Toriacht</i> in Irish signifies a pursuit or hunting, and +<i>Torihe</i>, hunted. In the reign of Charles II. it began to be +used to designate a party in the state favourable to absolute +monarchy; many of these "Tories" having followed the fortunes of +that prince in exile, returned with him, and being his most devoted +partisans when reseated on his throne.</p> +<p><i>Admiral</i>.—This word, which appears to have sadly +puzzled the etymologists, having been derived from the Phoenician, +the Coptic, and half a dozen languages besides, is pure Celtic, but +little altered too, in its transit from one language to another. +<i>Ard</i>, high or chief, <i>Muir</i>, the sea, and <i>Fear</i>, +(in composition pronounced <i>ar</i>) a man, so that +<i>Ardmurar</i>, or <i>Admiral</i>, signifies literally the +<i>Chief Seaman</i>. There is nothing of torture in this +derivation, as may be seen by referring to any Irish dictionary, +and it is a curious fact, that the Irish seamen in the navy very +generally call the Admiral "<i>the Ardmurar</i>." In Irish it is +frequently written in two words, thus—<i>Ard +muirfhear</i>.</p> +<p><i>Beltin day</i>.—The first of May is so called in many +places in the North of England. It was a custom in the days of +Druidism to light large fires on the tops of hills on the evening +of the first of May, in honour of <i>Bel</i> or the Sun, and hence +that day is still called in Irish, <i>La Bheltine</i>, or the day +of Bel's fire, from <i>La</i>, a day, <i>Bel</i>, the god Bel, and +<i>teine</i>, fire. The same ceremony was practised in Britain, +being a Druidical rite, and the name (<i>Beltin day</i>) remains, +although the custom from which it originated, has in England, at +least, been long forgotten.</p> +<p>Guthrie, in his "Geographical Grammar," tells us, that the +English language is a compound of the Saxon, the French, and the +<i>Celtic</i>. As far as this latter is concerned, the assertion +appears to me to have been made without due consideration; I do not +believe that there are twenty words of <i>genuine Celtic</i> in the +English language; there are, it is true, a very few Irish words, +which have become as it were, English denizens, and of these I have +sent you a specimen above; but I do not believe it possible to +increase their number to twenty, even in broad Scotch, in which +dialect of the Saxon (from the neighbourhood of the Highlanders who +use the Irish language) some Celtic words might be expected, but +very few occur;<a id="footnotetag2" name= +"footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a> there is, +however, one very curious exception to this rule, and for which, I +confess, I am unable to account, (though perhaps your +correspondent, <i>Rupert C.</i> in No. 342, might,) it is +this—that in Grose's <i>Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, or +Cant Language</i>, if the words which are evidently figurative be +thrown out, nearly the whole of what remain are pure Irish.</p> +<p>H.S.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>TURKISH CANNON.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p>The Turks use the largest cannon of any people in Europe. In our +ships, and I believe in our batteries, we seldom use a heavier gun +than a 32-pounder. No man-of-war carries a gun of a larger calibre; +but the Turks make use of 800-pounders. Mahommed II. is stated to +have used at the siege of Constantinople, in 1453, cannon of an +immense calibre, and stone shot. When Sir J. Duckworth passed the +Dardanelles to attack Constantinople, in 1807, his fleet was +dreadfully shattered by the immense shot thrown from the batteries. +The Royal George (of 110 guns) was nearly sunk by only one shot, +which carried away her cut-water, <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page404" name="page404"></a>[pg 404]</span> and another cut the +main-mast of the Windsor Castle nearly in two; a shot knocked two +ports of the Thunderer into one; the Repulse (74) had her wheel +shot away and twenty-four men killed and wounded by a single shot, +nor was the ship saved but by the most wonderful exertions. The +heaviest shot which struck our ships was of granite, and weighed +800 pounds, and was two feet two inches in diameter. One of these +huge shots, to the astonishment of our tars, stove in the whole +larboard bow of the Active; and having thus crushed this immense +mass of timber, the shot rolled ponderously aft, and brought up +abreast the main hatchway, the crew standing aghast at the singular +spectacle. One of these guns was cast in brass in the reign of +Amurath; it was composed of two parts, joined by a screw at the +chamber, its breach resting against massy stone work; the +difficulty of charging it would not allow of its being fired more +than once; but, as a Pacha said, "that single discharge would +destroy almost the whole fleet of an enemy." The Baron de Trott, to +the great terror of the Turks, resolved to fire this gun. The shot +weighed 1,100 pounds, and he loaded it with 330 pounds of powder: +he says, "I felt a shock like an earthquake, at the distance of +eight hundred fathoms. I saw the ball divide into three pieces, and +these fragments of a rock crossed the Strait, and rebounded on the +mountain."</p> +<p>W.G.C.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>AN ORIGINAL SCOTCH SONG FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF ST. ANDREW'S +DAY.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p>Air.—"<i>The kail brose o' awld Scotland</i>."</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Ye vintners a' your ingles<a id="footnotetag3" name= +"footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3"><sup>3</sup></a> mak +clear,</p> +<p>An brew us some punch our hearts a' to cheer,</p> +<p>On November the thritie let's meet ilkie year</p> +<p>To drink to the memory o' Andrew,</p> +<p>To Andrew the auld Scottish saint.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Peace was his word in the ha' or the fiel'<a id="footnotetag4" +name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4"><sup>4</sup></a></p> +<p>An his creed it was whalsome to those that were leal</p> +<p>To mak' the road straight O' he was the cheel,</p> +<p>Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew,</p> +<p>To Andrew the auld Scottish saint.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>In days o' langsyne as auld chronicles tell,</p> +<p>When clans wi' their dirks gaid to it pell mell,</p> +<p>O he was sad' that a' fewds cou'd expel,</p> +<p>Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew,</p> +<p>To Andrew the auld Scottish saint.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>For since at the Spey when M'Duff led the van,</p> +<p>He vow'd that the charrians<a id="footnotetag5" name= +"footnotetag5"></a><a href="#footnote5"><sup>5</sup></a> he'd slay +every one,</p> +<p>But by Andrew's doctren he slew na a man,</p> +<p>Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew,</p> +<p>To Andrew the auld Scottish saint,</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>When he to the Culdees the truth did explain</p> +<p>They a' rubb'd their beard, an' looket right fain</p> +<p>An' vow'd that his council they'd ever retain,</p> +<p>Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew,</p> +<p>To Andrew the auld Scottish saint.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Altho' at fam'd Patres<a id="footnotetag6" name= +"footnotetag6"></a><a href="#footnote6"><sup>6</sup></a> he closed +his e'e,</p> +<p>Yet Regulus, the monk, brought him far oure the sea,</p> +<p>In St. Andrew's he sleeps, an' there let him be.</p> +<p>Sae here's to the memory o' Andrew,</p> +<p>To Andrew the auld Scottish saint.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>C.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>ORIGIN OF THE WORD BANKRUPT.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p>This word is formed from the ancient Latin <i>bancus</i> a +<i>bench</i>, or <i>table</i>, and <i>ruptus, broken</i>. Bank +originally signified a bench, which the first bankers had in the +public places, in markets, fairs, &c. on which they told their +money, wrote their bills of exchange, &.c. Hence, when a banker +failed, they broke his bank, to advertise the public that the +person to whom the bank belonged was no longer in a condition to +continue his business. As this practice was very frequent in Italy, +it is said the term bankrupt is derived from the Italian +<i>banco</i> rotto, broken bench. Cowel (in his 4th Institute 227) +rather chooses to deduce the word from the French <i>banque, +table</i>, and <i>route, vestigium, trace</i>, by metaphor from the +sign left in the ground, of a table once fastened to it and now +gone. On this principle he traces the origin of bankrupts from the +ancient Roman <i>mensarii</i> or <i>argentarii</i>, who had their +<i>tabernae</i> or <i>mensae</i> in certain public places; and who, +when they fled, or made off with the money that had been entrusted +to them, left only the sign or shadow of their former station +behind them.</p> +<p>P.T.W.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>ORIGIN OF THE WORD <i>BROKER</i>, &c.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p>The origin of this word is contested; some derive it from the +French <i>broyer, "to grind</i>;" others from <i>brocader, to cavil +or riggle</i>; others deduce broker from a trader <i>broken</i>, +and that from the Saxon <i>broc</i>, "misfortune," which is often +the true reason of a man's breaking. In which view, a broker is a +broken trader, by misfortune; and it is said that none but such +were formerly admitted to that <span class="pagenum"><a id= +"page405" name="page405"></a>[pg 405]</span> employment. The Jews, +Armenians, and Banians are the chief brokers throughout most parts +of the Levant and the Indies. In Persia, all affairs are transacted +by a sort of brokers, whom they call "<i>delal</i>" i.e. "<i>great +talkers</i>." Their form of contract in buying and selling is +remarkable, being done in the profoundest silence, only by touching +each other's fingers:—The buyer, loosening his +<i>pamerin</i>, or girdle, spreads it on his knee; and both he and +the seller, having their hands underneath, by the intercourse of +the fingers, mark the price of pounds, shillings, &c., +demanded, offered, and at length agreed on. When the seller takes +the buyer's whole hand, it denotes a thousand, and as many times as +he squeezes it, as many thousand pagods or roupees, according to +the species in question demanded; when he only takes the five +fingers, it denotes five hundred; and when only one, one hundred; +taking only half a finger, to the second joint, denotes fifty; the +small end of the finger, to the first joint, stands for ten. This +<i>legerdemain</i>, or <i>squeezing system</i>, would not do for +the <i>latitude</i> of London.</p> +<p>P.T.W.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>SELECT BIOGRAPHY</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>DR. GALL.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<p>The loss which the scientific world has lately sustained by the +death of Dr. Gall, will be longer and more deeply felt than any +which it has experienced for some years. This celebrated +philosopher and physician was born in the year 1758, of respectable +parents, at a small village in the duchy of Baden, where he +received the early part of his education. He afterwards went to +Brucksal, and then to Strasburgh, in which city he commenced his +medical studies, and became a pupil of the celebrated Professor +Hermann. From Strasburgh he removed to Vienna, where he commenced +practice, having taken the degree of M.D. In this capital, however, +he was not permitted to develope his new system of the functions of +the brain; and from his lectures being interdicted, and the +illiberal opposition which he here met with, as well as in other +parts of Austria, he determined to visit the north of Germany. Here +he was well received in all the cities through which he passed, as +well as in Prussia, Sweden, and Denmark, and explained the +doctrines he had founded on his observations from <i>nature</i> +before several sovereigns, who honoured him with such marks of +approbation and respect as were due to his talents. In the course +of his travels he likewise visited England, and at length, in 1807, +settled in Paris, where his reputation had already preceded him, +and which, from its central situation, he considered as the fittest +place for disseminating his system. In this city, in 1810, he +published his elaborate work on the brain, the expenses of which +were guaranteed by one of his greatest friends and patrons, Prince +Metternich, at that time Austrian minister at the court of +France.</p> +<p>It was natural to expect that the system of Dr. Gall, which +differed so widely from the long confirmed habits of thinking, and +having to contend with so many prejudices, should encounter a large +host of adversaries; for if <i>phrenology</i> be true, all other +systems of the philosophy of the human mind must consequently be +false. The brain, which, from the earliest periods, has generally +been considered as the seat of our mental functions, Dr. Gall +regards as a congeries of organs, each organ having a separate +function of its own. This system, first promulgated by him, is now +rapidly advancing in the estimation of the world; and its +doctrines, which a few years since were thought too extravagant and +absurd for investigation, are now discussed in a more liberal and +candid manner. The <i>test</i> for the science of phrenology, and a +test by which its validity alone can be tried, consists in an +induction of facts and observations; and by this mode it is that +the disciples of Gall and Spurzheim challenge their +antagonists.</p> +<p>After a life of the most indefatigable industry and active +benevolence, Dr. Gall breathed his last at his country house at +Montrouge, a short distance from Paris, on August the 22nd, 1828, +at the age of seventy-one. The examination of his body took place +forty hours after death, in the presence of the following members +of the faculty:—Messrs. Fouquier, J. Cloquet, Dauncey, +Fossati, Cassimir-Broussais, Robouane, Sarlandière, +Fabre-Palaprat, Londe, Costello, Gaubert, Vimont, Jobert, and +Marotti. The exterior appearance of the body presented a +considerable falling away, particularly in the face. The skull was +sawed off with the greatest precaution; the substance of the brain +was consistent, and this organ was firm and perfectly regular.</p> +<p>The funeral of Dr. Gall, which was conducted with as much +privacy as possible, took place at Paris on the 27th of August. He +was interred in the burial-ground of Père la Chaise, between +the tombs of Molière and La Fontaine, being attended to the +grave by several members of the faculty. Three <i>eloges</i>, or +<i>oraisons funèbres</i>, were delivered at the place of +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page406" name="page406"></a>[pg +406]</span> interment by Professor Broussais, Dr. Fossati, and Dr. +Londe.</p> +<p>Broussais informs us, that Dr. Gall possessed most of the social +virtues, particularly beneficence and good-nature—qualities, +he observes, precious in all ranks of society, and which ought to +make amends for many defects; but for Gall, they had only to +palliate a certain roughness of character, which might wound the +susceptibility of delicate persons, although the sick and +unfortunate never had to complain; and, indeed, the doctor ought, +in strict justice, to have more merit in our ideas, from never +having once lost sight, in his writings, of either decency or +moderation, particularly when it is remembered how severely he was +attacked in propagating his favourite doctrine.</p> +<p>T.B.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>FROM CATULLUS.</h3> +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>My Lydia says, "believe me I speak true,</p> +<p>I ne'er will marry any one but you;</p> +<p>If Jove himself should mention love to me,</p> +<p>Not even Jove would be preferred to thee."</p> +<p>She says—but all that women tell</p> +<p>Their doting lovers—I, alas! too well</p> +<p>Know, should be written on the waves or wind,</p> +<p>So little do their words express their mind.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>T.C.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE NOVELIST</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>GERMAN TRADITIONS.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>I have a song of war for knight,</p> +<p>Lay of love for lady bright,</p> +<p>Faery tale to lull the heir,</p> +<p>Goblin grim the maids to scare!</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em">SIR WALTER SCOTT.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Germany! land of mystery and of mind! birth-place of Schiller +and Goëthe, with what emotions does not every lover of romance +sit down to peruse thy own peculiar, dreamy traditions! Thy very +name conjures up visions of demons, and imps, and elfs, and all the +creations of faery land, with their varied legends of +<i>diablerie</i>, almost incredible in number and singular in +detail—and romance, in his gloomy mood, seems here to have +reared his strong hold.</p> +<p>At a time when a taste for the beauties of German literature is +becoming general throughout this country, we conceive that a few +specimens of her traditions may not be unacceptable to the reader. +Few subjects are more interesting than the popular legends of a +country, which are the source from whence many of our later +novelists draw several of their writings: they offer a field for +reflection to the contemplative observer of man; and those of +Germany, although some are disfigured with a little too much +absurdity in their details, are confessedly a mine of wealth to the +lover of research in such matters. Here Schiller first drew the +sources of his inspiration; here Goëthe first electrified +mankind with his writings—works which will render both +immortal; it is, indeed, a mine which has been and will bear much +working.</p> +<p>We have chosen the following tradition, both on account of the +merit it possesses, and its being the unquestionable origin of +Washington Irving's inimitable <i>Rip Von Winkle</i>. Indeed, the +similarity of the story is strikingly obvious. We believe there are +several legends on this subject, which, with the present, probably +all refer to the Emperor Frederic Barbarossa, whose adventures form +the source of many a story among the Germans. The original tale is +nearly as follows:—It seems the emperor was once compelled to +conceal himself, with a party of his followers, amongst the +Kyffhaüsen mountains; there he still lives, but is under the +influence of magic. He sits with his adherents on a seat before a +stone table, leaning his head upon his hands, seeming to slumber; +but apparently his sleep is very restless, and his head nods, and +seems as if he were going to awake, and his red beard has grown +through the table down to his feet. He takes pretty long naps, not +more than a hundred years in length at a stretch: when his slumber +is interrupted, he is fabled to be very fond of music; and it is +said that there was a party of musicians, who once gave him a +regular serenade in his subterranean retreat, doubtless expecting +some wonderful token of his generosity in return; but they received +nothing for their pains but a number of green boughs, which so +disgusted them, that they all threw them away on their return to +earth, save one, who, however, had no suspicion of its worth, for +on showing it to his wife, to his great astonishment, each leaf +became a golden coin.</p> +<p>An author before us observes, that this tale of the emperor's +slumbers cannot, perhaps, be deemed original, and is probably a +popular version of the Seven Sleepers, "not a little disfigured by +the peculiar superstition of the country." The same writer remarks, +with justice, that it is surprising how few are the sources, and +how scanty the parent stock, from whence all the varieties of +European legend are derived. Indeed, the foundation of a great part +of these legendary stories seems to have been the heathen mythology +of the different countries, and the various tales of superstition +being handed down from one generation to another, have gradually +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page407" name="page407"></a>[pg +407]</span> assumed the shape they now bear; from whence may be +traced most of our popular superstitions.</p> +<p>THE LEGEND OF THE GOATHERD.</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>When I behold a football to and fro,</p> +<p class="i2">Urged by a throng of players equally,</p> +<p>Methinks I see, resembled in that show,</p> +<p class="i2">This round earth poised in the vacant sky.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>And all we learn whereas the game is o'er,</p> +<p>That life is but a dream, and nothing more.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em">AMADIS JANRYN.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Know'st thou me +not?"————————</p> +<p>"Oh, yes, (I cried,) thou art indeed the same."</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em">GOETHE.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<p>At the peaceful village of Sittendorf dwelt Peter Klaus, the +goatherd. He daily tended his flocks to pasture in the +Kyffhäusen mountains, and never failed, as evening approached, +to muster them in a little mead, surrounded by a stone wall, +preparatory to driving them home; for some time, however, he had +observed, that one of the finest of his herd regularly disappeared +soon after coming to this nook, and did not join her companions +till late. One night, watching her attentively, he remarked that +she slipped through a hole or opening in the wall, on which he +cautiously crept after the animal, and found she was in a cave, +busily engaged in gleaning the grains of corn that fell down singly +from the roof. Peter did not look long before the shower of corn +that now saluted him made him shake his ears, and inflamed his +curiosity the more to discover the cause of so singular an +occurrence in that out-of-the-way place. However, at last he heard +the neigh and stamping of horses, apparently proceed from above; +and it was doubtless from their mangers that the oats had +fallen.</p> +<p>While standing, still wrapped in amazement at the singularity of +the adventure, Peter's surprise was not diminished on observing a +boy, who, without saying a word, silently beckoned him to follow. +Peter mechanically obeyed the gestures of the lad, and ascended +some steps, which led over a walled court into a hollow place, +completely surrounded on all sides by lofty rocks, and crowned by +the rich foliage of shrubs, through which an imperfect twilight +displayed a smooth, well-trimmed lawn, that formed the ground he +stood upon. Here were twelve knights, who, without so much as +uttering a syllable, were very gravely playing at nine-pins; and as +silently was Peter inducted into the office of assistant, namely, +in setting up these nine-pins. Peter's courage was none of the +strongest during all this time, and his knees smote each other most +devoutly as he commenced his duties; while he occasionally ventured +to steal a glance at the venerable knights, whose long beards and +antique slashed doublets filled him with profound awe.</p> +<p>His fears, however, began to be on the wane, as he became more +accustomed to his new employment. Indeed, he went so far as to gaze +on one of the noble knights straight in the face—nay, even at +last ventured to sip out of a bowl of wine that stood near him, +which diffused a most delicious odour around. He found this sip so +invigorating, that he soon took a somewhat longer pull; and in a +short time Peter had quite forgotten that such things as +Sittendorf, Wife, or Goats had ever existed; and on finding himself +the least weary, he had only to apply to the never-failing goblet. +At last he fell fast asleep.</p> +<p>On waking, Peter found he was in the same little enclosure where +he was wont to count his flocks. He shook himself well, and rubbed +his eyes; but neither dog nor goats were to be seen; and he was +astonished in no slight degree to observe that he was nearly +surrounded with high grass, and trees, and shrubs, which he never +before remarked, growing about that spot. Lost in perplexity, he +followed his way to all the different haunts he had frequented with +his herds, but no traces of them were to be discovered; at last he +hastily bent his steps to Sittendorf, which lay beneath.</p> +<p>The persons whom he met on his way to the village were all +strangers to him; they were differently dressed, and did not +precisely speak the language of his acquaintance; and on inquiring +after his goats, all stared and touched their chins. At last he +mechanically did the same, but what was his surprise when he found +his beard lengthened at least a foot; on which he began to conclude +that he and those around him were all under the influence of magic +or enchantment. Yet the mountain he had descended was certainly the +Kyffhäusen—the cottages, too, with their gardens and +enclosures, were all quite familiar to him—and he heard some +boys reply to the passing questions of a traveller, that it was +Sittendorf.</p> +<p>His doubt and perplexity now increased every moment, and he +quickened his steps towards his own dwelling; he hardly knew it, it +was so much decayed; and before the door lay a strange goatherd's +boy, with a dog apparently at the last extreme of age, that snarled +when he spoke to him. He entered the house through an opening, +which had formerly been closed by a door. All was waste and void +within; he staggered out as if he had lost his senses, calling on +his wife and children by their names; but no one heard—none +answered. Before long, a crowd of women <span class= +"pagenum"><a id="page408" name="page408"></a>[pg 408]</span> and +children had collected around the strange old man, with the long +hoary beard, and all inquired what it was he was seeking after. +This was almost too much; to be thus questioned before his own door +was more than strange, and he felt ashamed to ask after his wife +and children, or even of himself; but to get rid of his querists he +mentioned the first name that occurred to him, "Kurt Steffen?" The +people looked around in silence, till at length an old woman said, +"He has been in the churchyard these twelve years past, and you'll +not go thither to-day."—"Velten Meier?"—"Heaven rest +his soul!" replied an ancient dame, leaning on a crutch. "Heaven +rest his soul! he has lain in the house he will never leave these +fifteen years!"</p> +<p>The goatherd shuddered to recognise in the last speaker his next +neighbour, who seemed all at once to have grown old; but he had +lost all desire to inquire further. Suddenly a smart young woman +pressed through the surrounding gapers, with an infant in her arms, +and leading a girl about fourteen years old—all three the +exact image of his wife. With greater surprise than ever he +inquired her name. "Maria!"—"And your father's +name?"—"Peter Klaus! Heaven rest his soul! It is now twenty +years since his goats returned without him, and we sought for him +in vain day and night in the Kyffhäusen mountains—I was +then hardly seven years old."</p> +<p>Our goatherd could no longer contain himself. "I am Peter +Klaus!" he roared, "I am Peter Klaus, and no one else!" and he +caught the child from his daughter's arms. Every one, for an +instant, stood as if petrified, till at length one voice, and +another, and then another, exclaimed, "Yes, this is, indeed, Peter +Klaus! welcome, neighbour! welcome, after twenty years!"</p> +<p>VYVYAN.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS.</h3> +<p>Since our last visit, many of the tenants have begun to +<i>hybernate</i>, and tasteful erections have been made for their +winter quarters in all parts of the gardens. Several others are in +progress, and a semi-circular aviary for British birds is already +built. The <i>season</i> is far advanced, and there have been but +few <i>arrivals</i> of late. The <i>emus'</i> grounds have been +enclosed with elegant iron-work, and several removals or +<i>changes</i> have taken place. Some of the animals are much +affected by the cold weather. Thus, the monkeys have left their +houses on poles, and retired to enclosed cages, where they nestle +in groups of threes and fours, and amuse themselves by teazing the +least of their company; for here, as elsewhere, the weakest goes to +the wall. Three fine wolves, previously shut up in a small den, now +enjoy a large cage, where they appear much invigorated by the +bracing season. Here and there a little animal lies curled up in +the corner of his cage, in a state of torpidity. Among the birds, +the macaws were holding an in-door council in their robes of state; +whilst one fine fellow, in blue coat and yellow waistcoat, perched +himself outside the aviary, and by his cries, proved that fine +colours were not weather-proof. The snowy plumage of the storks was +"tempered to the wind;" but they reminded us of their original +abode—the wilderness. The eagles and vultures in the circular +aviary sat on their perches, looking melancholy and disconsolate, +but well protected from cold. The kangaroos have removed into their +new house, and their park has been relaid, although they still look +unsettled. A very pretty beaver-house has been built of mimic +rocks.</p> +<p>Among the <i>introductions</i>, or new faces, we noticed a pair +of fine mastiffs from Cuba, and two Thibet watch-dogs. One of the +latter stood shivering in the cold, with bleared eyes, and crying +"like a lubberly postmaster's boy." The three bears exhibited as +much good-breeding as the visiters encouraged,—climbing to +the top of the pole when there was any thing to climb after, and an +Admiralty expedition could do no more.</p> +<p><i>Poisoning of Vegetables</i>.</p> +<p>Several very curious experiments on the poisoning of vegetables, +have recently been made by M. Marcet, of Geneva.—His +experiments on arsenic, which is well known to every one as a +deadly poison to animals, were thus conducted. A vessel containing +two or three bean plants, each of five or six leaves, was watered +with two ounces of water, containing twelve grains of oxide of +arsenic in solution. At the end of from twenty-four to thirty-six +hours, the plants had faded, the leaves drooped, and had even begun +to turn yellow; the roots remained fresh, and appeared to be +living. Attempts to restore the plants after twelve or eighteen +hours, by abundant watering, failed to recover them. The leaves and +stem of the dead plant gave, upon chemical examination, traces of +arsenic. A branch of a rose-tree, including a flower, was gathered +just as the rose began to blow; the stem was put into a vessel, +containing a solution of six grains of oxide of arsenic in an ounce +of water. The flower and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page409" +name="page409"></a>[pg 409]</span> leaves soon showed symptoms of +disease, and on the fifth day the whole branch was withered and +dead, though only one-fifth of a grain of arsenic had been +absorbed. Similar stems, placed in pure water, had, after five +days, the roses fully expanded, and the leaves fresh and green.</p> +<p>On June 1st, a slit of one inch and a half in length was made in +the stem of a lilac tree, the branch being about an inch in +diameter. The slit extended to the pith. Fifteen or twenty grains +of moistened arsenic were introduced, the cut was closed, and the +stem retained in its original position by osier ties. On the 8th, +the leaves began to roll up at the extremity; on the 28th, the +branches were dry, and, in the second week of July, the whole of +the stem was dry, and the tree itself dead. In about fifteen days +after the first, a tree, which joined the former a little above the +earth, shared the same fate, in consequence of its connexion with +that into which the poison had been introduced. Other trees +similarly cut, but without having been poisoned, suffered no kind +of injury.</p> +<p>M. Marcet's experiments upon vegetable poisons are no less +interesting, and still more wonderful, as indicating a degree of +irritability in plants somewhat similar to that which depends on +the nervous system in animals. After having ascertained that the +bean plants could exist in a healthy state for five or six days, if +immersed in the same quantity of spring water, he tried them with +five or six grains of opium dissolved in an ounce of water, the +consequence of which was, that in the evening the leaves had +dropped, and, by the middle of next day, they were dead beyond +recovery. Other vegetable poisons of the narcotic class produced a +similar effect. Hemlock was equally fatal, and six grains of dry +powdered foxglove, in an ounce of water, began to operate, by +wrinkling some of the leaves of the bean in a few moments, which it +completely killed in twenty-four hours. Oxalic acid or salt of +sorrel, though found in common and wood sorrel, and a great many +plants, proved a very fatal poison to others. The absorption of +one-tenth of a grain, killed a rose branch and flower in +forty—eight hours.—</p> +<p><i>Quar. Jour. of Agriculture.</i></p> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>NOTES OF A READER</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>KNOWING PEOPLE.</h3> +<p>How happily do these few lines characterize a certain set of +people who pick up news from "good authority," and settle the fate +of the nation over strong potations of brandy and water, or +Calvert's porter, forgetting that "people who drink beer, think +beer." Suppose a question of great public interest +afloat:—"Reports are abroad, precisely of the proper pitch of +absurdity, for the greedy swallowing of the great grey-goggle-eyed +public, who may be seen standing with her mouth wide open like a +crocodile, with her hands in her breeches-pockets, at the crosses +of cities on market-days, gluttonously devouring whatever rumour +flings into her maw—nor in the least aware that she is all +the time eating wind. People of smallish abilities begin to look +wiser and wiser every day—their nods seem more +significant—in the shaking of their heads there is more of +Burleigh—and in short sentences—that sound like +apophthegms—they are apt to impose themselves on their +credulous selves as so many Solomons."</p> +<hr /> +<h3>NEW CHURCHES.</h3> +<p>Among the numerous sermons lately preached in pursuance of the +King's letter for the enlargement and building of churches and +chapels, we notice one by the vicar of Dorking, in Surrey, from +which we extract the following:—"In many places of this +country it is lamentable to behold the ruinous state of churches. +If a man's dwelling-house be decayed, he will never cease till it +be restored; if his barn, where he bestows all his fruits and his +goods, be out of repair, what diligence doth he use to make it +perfect? If the stable for his horse, or the sty for his swine, be +not able to exclude the severity of weather, when the rains fall, +and the winds blow, how careful is he to incur the necessary cost? +Shall we then be so mindful of our common houses, deputed to such +low occupations, and be forgetful toward that house of God, in +which are expounded the words of our eternal salvation—in +which are administered the sacraments and mysteries of our +redemption?"—The persuasiveness of this argument is +admirable, and its amiable tone and temper are infinitely more +suitable than the florid appeal.</p> +<p>We also learn that Parliament has already voted a million and a +half of money to the sole use of building churches, and that in the +diocese in which Dorking is situated, thirty-two cases have been +aided by the sum of 6,230<i>l</i>.</p> +<p>But the <i>church of Dorking</i> is in a dilapidated state, and +is capable of containing only one-fifth of the inhabitants. It was +"probably erected about the commencement of the twelfth century; +and the crumbling walls may almost be said to totter under the +massive roof." This <span class="pagenum"><a id="page410" name= +"page410"></a>[pg 410]</span> calls forth the following pious +exhortation: "Our lot is cast in a pleasant place. Let us manifest +our thankfulness to the Giver of every good gift by a structure +dedicated to his service, corresponding with the magnificence of +private mansions, and the natural beauties of local scenery." We +can only wonder that, in a neighbourhood abounding with men of rank +and opulence, such an appeal is necessary.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>SHORT-HAND.</h3> +<p>"Sound is the gauge of short-hand, and connexion the master-key +for deciphering." Such is one of the axioms in Mr. Harding's eighth +edition of his very valuable little "System of +Short-Hand,"—to which, by way of pleasant illustration, he +appends, the "Dirge on Miss LN G," copied by us from the "New +Monthly Magazine;" but we give Mr. H. credit for the present +application. We could write a whole number of the MIRROR on the +advantages of short-hand to the community; but as that would not be +a practical illustration, we desist. Only think of the "Times" +newspaper being scores of miles from town before half London has +risen; and the Duke of Bedford, reading the previous night's +debates at his breakfast table at Woburn Abbey. What would all Mr. +Applegath's machinery do towards producing the newspaper without +the aid of short-hand, which makes its expedition second only to +thought. Half an hour's delay of "the paper" makes us fret and fume +and condemn the fair provider of our breakfast—for +over-roasted coffee and stale eggs—all because the paper is +not "come;" but when would it come without short-hand? why at +dinner-time, and that would make short work of a day—for +thousands cannot set to work till they have consulted it as a +mainspring of action. People who aim at the short cuts to knowledge +should study stenography, and for this purpose they will do well to +provide themselves with Mr. Harding's System, which will be as good +as "a cubit to a man's height."</p> +<hr /> +<h3>LOVE'S MASTERY.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>She was his own, his all:—the crowd may prove</p> +<p>A transient feeling, and misname it love:—</p> +<p>His was a higher impulse; 'twas a part</p> +<p>Of the warm blood that circled through his heart,</p> +<p>A fervid energy, a spell that bound</p> +<p>Thoughts, wishes, feelings, in one hallow'd round.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>The Winter's +Wreath.</i></span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.</h3> +<p>The second edition of a pamphlet, entitled the Voice of +Humanity, has just reached us. It contains details of the +disgusting cruelties of the metropolis—as bear and badger +baiting, dog-fighting, slaughtering-horses, &c.—and +reference to the <i>abattoirs</i>, or improved slaughter-houses for +cattle, which was illustrated in our 296th Number. In the appendix +are many interesting particulars of Smithfield Market and similar +nuisances. The pamphlet is dedicated to that enlightened friend of +humanity, Sir James Mackintosh, and it appears worthy of his +patronage.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>WOMANKIND.</h3> +<p>The womankind never looks sae bonnie as in wunter, accepp indeed +it may be in spring. You auld bachelors ken naething o' +womankind—and hoo should ye, when they treat you wi' but ae +feelin', that o' derision? Oh, sirs! but the dear creters do look +weel in muffs—whether they haud them, wi' their invisible +hauns clasped thegither in their beauty within the cozy silk +linin', close prest to their innicent waists, just aneath the glad +beatins o' their first love-touched hearts. Or haud them hingin' +frae their extended richt arms, leavin' a' the feegur visible, that +seems taller and slimmer as the removed muff reveals the clasps o' +the pelisse a' the way doon frae neck till feet! Then is there, in +a' the beautifu' and silent unfauldin's o' natur amang plants and +flowers, ony thing sae beautifu' as the white, smooth, saft chafts +o' a bit smilin' maiden o' saxteen, aughteen, or twunty, blossomin' +out, like some bonnie bud or snaw-white satin frae a coverin' o' +rough leaves,—blossomin' out, sirs, frae the edge o' the +fur-tippet, that haply a lover's happy haun had delicately hung +ower her gracefu' shoothers—oh, the dear, delightfu' little +Laplander!—<i>Noctes—Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>CAPTAIN ROCK.</h3> +<p>There are few of our readers who need to be informed that +Captain Rock's Letters to the King are certainly not written by Mr. +Moore, to whom, while the publication was suspended, they were so +positively ascribed.—<i>Q. Rev.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>THE LIBRARY AT HOLKHAM.</h3> +<p>The manuscripts of Lord Coke are in the possession of his +descendant, Mr. Coke, of Norfolk, his representative through the +female issue of Lord Leicester, the male heir of the chief justice. +At this gentleman's princely mansion of Holkham, is one of the +finest collections, or, indeed, libraries of manuscripts anywhere +preserved; certainly the finest in any private individual's +possession. It partly consists of the chief justice's papers; the +rest, and the bulk of it, was collected by that accomplished +nobleman who built the mansion, the last male heir of the great +lawyer. He had spent <span class="pagenum"><a id="page411" name= +"page411"></a>[pg 411]</span> many years abroad, where his taste +was improved and his general education perfected. He collected a +vast number of the most valuable manuscripts. Of these the +exquisitely illuminated missals, and other writings of a similar +description, which would from their perfect beauty and great rarity +bear the highest price in the market, are certainly by far the +least precious in the eyes of literary men. Many of the finest +<i>codices</i> of the Greek, Latin, and old Italian classics are to +be found in this superb collection. Among others are no less than +thirteen of Livy, a favourite author of Lord Leicester, whom he had +made some progress in editing, when he learnt that Drakenborchius, +the well known German critic, had proceeded further in the same +task, and generously handed over to him the treasures of his +library. The excellent edition of that commentator makes constant +reference to the Holkham manuscripts, under the name of <i>MSS. +Lovelliana</i>, from the title of Lovell; Lord Leicester not having +then been promoted to the earldom. Mr. Coke, with a becoming +respect for the valuable collection of his ancestors, was desirous +to have the manuscripts unfolded, bound, and arranged, both with a +view to their preservation and to the facility of consulting them. +They had lain for half a century neglected, and in part verging +towards decay, when he engaged his valued friend, William Roscoe, +to undertake the labour so congenial to his taste and habits, of +securing these treasures from the ravages of time. From the great +number of the manuscripts, the state in which many of them were, +and the distance of Mr. Roscoe's residence, this was necessarily a +work of time. After above ten years employed on it, the task is now +finished. Each work is beautifully and classically bound; and to +each Mr. Roscoe has prefixed, in his own fair hand writing, a short +account of the particular manuscript, with the bibliographical +learning appertaining to it.—<i>Library of Useful +Knowledge</i>.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>PHRENOLOGY.</h3> +<p>Mr. Crook, of the Phrenological Society, has just published a +"Compendium of Phrenology," which cannot fail to be acceptable to +the ingenious inquirers after that very ingenious science. It is a +lucid little arrangement of principles, and will materially assist +them; but, for our part, we confess we would sooner take the public +opinion of the contents of our cranium than that of a whole society +of phrenologists; and if our head be as full as our sheet, we shall +be content. But, joking apart, the little synopsis before us cannot +be too highly recommended; and by way of hint to some friends who +send us witty articles for "the Gatherer," we take the +following:—</p> +<p>"Wit. <i>Primitive Power.</i> Perception of the disjunction or +incongruity of ideas; the analytical faculty. <i>Uses</i>: +Separation of compound or general ideas into those that are +elementary or more simple; knowledge of characteristic differences +and discrepance. <i>Abuses</i>: A disposition to jest or ridicule; +irony, sarcasm, and satire, without respect to truth, or the +circumstances of person, place, or time. <i>Organ</i>, on the other +side of Causality.</p> +<p>"It is not the definition of Wit, but the function of a +particular portion of the brain at which I aim. Dr. Spurzheim, in +some of his works, calls the faculty connected with this organ, +'the feeling of the ludicrous;' in his later ones, 'Gayness,' and +'Mirthfulness.' But each of these is properly an effect, not a +primitive power. The ludicrous owes its origin to the contrariety +between the parts or means, as perceived by this faculty, and the +general whole, or purpose, perceived by Comparison, or the +necessary connexion perceived by Causality; and Gaiety, Mirth, and +Laughter, arise from the mutual influence and reaction of the +feelings. Some kinds of contrariety or incongruity excite one class +of feelings, other kinds altogether different feelings; and +consequently, according to the faculty or combination of faculties +affected, the kinds of mirth and laughter are varied from the +Sardonic grin of Destructiveness to the lover's smile. This view of +the origin of laughter enables us to give a satisfactory answer to +the hitherto perplexing question, 'Why is man the only laughing +animal?'"</p> +<hr /> +<h3>EPIGRAM</h3> +<h4><i>From the Greek Anthology, (Author unknown.)</i></h4> +<h4>BY THE REV. W. SHEPHERD.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>If at the bottom of the cask,</p> +<p>Be left of wine a little flask,</p> +<p>It soon grows acid:—so when man,</p> +<p>Living through Life's most lengthened span.</p> +<p>His joys all drain'd or turn'd to tears,</p> +<p>Sinks to the lees of fourscore years,</p> +<p>And sees approach Death's darksome hour—</p> +<p>No wonder if he's somewhat sour!</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>The Winter's +Wreath</i>.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>PORTRAIT PAINTING.</h3> +<p>The good portrait painter always flatters; for it is his +business, not, indeed, to alter and amend features, complexion, or +mien, but to select and fix (which it demands genius and sense to +do) the best appearance which these ever do wear. Happy the +creature of sense and passion who has always with him that self +which he could take pleasure in contemplating! Happy—to +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page412" name="page412"></a>[pg +412]</span> pass graver considerations—the fair one whose +countenance continues as youthful as her attire! When Queen +Elizabeth's wrinkles waxed deep and many, it is reported that an +unfortunate master of the mint incurred disgrace by a too faithful +shilling; the die was broken, and only one mutilated impression is +now in existence. Her maids of honour took the hint, and were +thenceforth careful that no fragment of looking-glass should remain +in any room of the palace. In fact, the lion-hearted lady had not +heart to look herself in the face for the last twenty years of her +life; but we nowhere learn that she quarrelled with Holbein's +portraitures of her youth, or those of her stately prime of +viraginity by De Heere and Zucchero.</p> +<p>He who has "neither done things worthy to be written, nor +written things worthy to be read," takes the trouble of +transmitting his portrait to posterity to very little purpose. If +the picture be a bad one, it will soon find its way to the garret; +if good, as a work of art, it will perpetuate the fame, probably +the name, indeed, of the artist alone. These are the <i>obscurorum +virorum imagines</i> which, as Walpole said, "are christened +commonly in galleries, like children at the Foundling Hospital, +<i>by chance</i>"—Q. Rev.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>LOSING A SHOE AND A DINNER.</h3> +<p>As Ozias Linley, Sheridan's brother-in-law, was one morning +setting out on horseback for his curacy, a few miles from Norwich, +his horse threw off one of his shoes. A lady, who observed the +accident, thought it might impede Mr. Linley's journey, and seeing +that he himself was unconscious of it, politely reminded him that +one of his horse's shoes had just come off. "Thank you, madam," +replied Linley; "will you then have the goodness to put it on for +me?"</p> +<p>Linley one day received a card to dine with the late archbishop +of Canterbury, who was then bishop of Norwich. Careless into what +hole or corner he threw his invitations, he soon lost sight of the +card, and forgot it altogether. A year revolved, when, on wiping +the dust from some papers he had stuck on the glass over the +chimney, the bishop's invitation for a certain day in the month (he +did not think of the year one instant,) stared him full in the +face, and taking it for granted that it was a recent one, he +dressed himself on the appointed day, and proceeded to the palace. +But his diocesan was not in London, a circumstance of which, though +a matter of some notoriety to the clergy of the diocese, he was +quite unconscious; and he returned dinnerless home.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>SENTIMENT AND APPETITE.</h3> +<p>We remember an amiable enthusiast, a worshiper of nature after +the manner of Rousseau, who, being melted into feelings of +universal philanthropy by the softness and serenity of a spring +morning, resolved, that for that day, at least, no injured animal +should pollute his board; and having recorded his vow, walked six +miles to gain a hamlet, famous for fish dinners, where, without an +idea of breaking his sentimental engagement, he regaled himself on +a small matter of crimped cod and oyster sauce—Q. Rev.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>FORTIFICATION.</h3> +<p>The walls of Tenchira, in Africa, form one of the most perfect +remaining specimens of ancient fortification. They are a mile and a +half in circuit, defended by 26 quadrangular towers, and admitting +no entrance but by two opposite gates.</p> +<hr /> +<p>MEDIOCRITY, in poetry, is intolerable to gods and to +booksellers, and to all intermediate beings.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>SONNET TO THE CAMELLA JAPONICA.</h3> +<h4>BY W. ROSCOE, ESQ.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Say, what impels me, pure and spotless flower,</p> +<p class="i2">To view thee with a secret sympathy?</p> +<p class="i2">—Is there some living spirit shrined in +thee?</p> +<p>That, as thou bloom'st within my humble bower,</p> +<p>Endows thee with some strange, mysterious</p> +<p class="i2">power,</p> +<p class="i2">Waking high thoughts?—As there perchance</p> +<p class="i4">might be</p> +<p class="i2">Some angel-form of truth and purity,</p> +<p>Whose hallowed presence shared my lonely hour?</p> +<p class="i2">—Yes, lovely flower, 'tis not thy virgin +glow,</p> +<p class="i2">Thy petals whiter than descending snow,</p> +<p>Nor all the charms thy velvet folds display;</p> +<p class="i2">'Tis the soft image of some beaming mind,</p> +<p class="i2">By grace adorn'd, by elegance refin'd,</p> +<p>That o'er my heart thus holds its silent sway.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>The Winter's +Wreath.</i></span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>PIGS.</h3> +<p>One day when Giotto, the painter, was taking his Sunday walk, in +his best attire, with a party of friends, at Florence, and was in +the midst of a long story, some pigs passed suddenly by, and one of +them, running between the painter's legs, threw him down. When he +got on his legs again, instead of swearing a terrible oath at the +pig on the Lord's day, as a graver man might have done, he +observed, laughing, "People say these beasts are stupid, but they +seem to me to have some sense of justice, for I have earned several +thousands of crowns with their bristles, but I never gave one of +them even a ladleful of soup in my life."—<i>Lanzi.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>TURKISH FIREMEN.</h3> +<p>The firemen of Constantinople are accused of sometimes +discharging oil from their engines instead of water.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page413" name="page413"></a>[pg +413]</span> +<h2>SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.</h2> +<hr /> +<h3>FLIES.</h3> +<p>Cruelty to animals is a subject which has deservedly attracted +parliamentary investigation. It is not beneath the dignity of a +Christian legislator to prevent the unnecessary sufferings of the +meanest of created things; and a law which is dictated by humanity +can surely be no disgrace to the statute-book. Who that has +witnessed the barbarous and unmanly sports of the cock-pit and the +stake—the fiendlike ingenuity displayed by the lord of the +creation in teaching his dependents to torture, mangle, and destroy +each other for his own amusement—the cruelties of the greedy +and savage task-master towards the dumb labourer whose strength has +decayed in his service—or the sufferings of the helpless +brute that drags with pain and difficulty its maimed carcass to +Smithfield—what reasonable being that has witnessed all or +any of this, will venture to affirm that interference is officious +and uncalled for? Yet it is certain that Mr. Martin acted properly +and wisely in excluding flies from the operation of his +act—well knowing, as he must have done, that the feeling of +the majority was decidedly averse from affording parliamentary +countenance and immunity to those descendants of the victims of +Domitian's just indignation; although it is understood that such a +provision would have been cordially supported by the advocates for +universal toleration. The simple question for consideration would +be, whether the conduct and principles of the insect species have +undergone such a material change as to entitle them to new and +extraordinary enactments in their favour? Have they entirely +divested themselves of their licentious and predatory habits, and +learnt now for the first time to distinguish between right and +wrong? Do they understand what it is to commit sacrilege? To +intrude into the sanctum sanctorum of the meat-safe? To rifle and +defile the half roseate, half lily-white charms of a virgin ham? To +touch with unhallowed proboscis the immaculate lip of beauty, the +unprotected scalp of old age, the savoury glories of the kitchen? +To invade with the most reckless indifference, and the most wanton +malice, the siesta of the alderman or the philosopher? To this we +answer in the eloquent and emphatic language of the late Mr. +Canning—<i>No</i>! Unamiable and unconciliating monsters! The +wildest and most ferocious inhabitants of the desert may be +reclaimed from their savage nature, and taught to become the +peaceful denizens of a menagerie—but ye are altogether +untractable and untameable. Gratitude and sense of shame, the +better parts of instinct, have never yet interposed their sacred +influence to prevent the commission of one treacherous or +unbecoming action of yours. The holy rites of hospitality are by +you abused and set at naught; and the very roof which shelters you +is desecrated with the marks of your irreverential contempt for all +things human and divine. Would that—(and the wish is +expressed more in sorrow than in anger)—would that your +entire species were condensed into one enormous bluebottle, that we +might crush you all at a single swoop!</p> +<p>Many, calling themselves philanthropists and Christians, have +omitted to squash a fly when they had an opportunity of so doing; +nay, some of these people have even been known to go the length of +writing verses on the occasion, in which they applaud themselves +for their own humane disposition, and congratulate the object of +their mistaken mercy on its narrow escape from impending fate. +There is nothing more wanting than to propose the establishment of +a Royal Humane Society for the resuscitation of flies apparently +drowned or suffocated. Can it possibly be imagined by the man who +has succeeded after infinite pains in rescuing a greedy and +intrusive insect from a gin-and-watery grave in his own vile +potations, that he has thereby consulted the happiness of his +fellow creatures, or promoted the cause of decency, cleanliness, +good order, and domestic comfort? Let him watch the career of the +mischievous little demon which he has thus been the means of +restoring to the world, when he might have arrested its progress +for ever. Observe the stout and respectable gentleman, loved, +honoured, and esteemed in all the various relations of father, +husband, friend, citizen, and Christian, who is on cushioned sofa +composing himself for his wonted nap, after a dinner in substance +and quantity of the most satisfactory description, and not +untempered by a modicum of old port. His amiable partner, with that +refined delicacy and sense of decorum peculiar to the female sex, +has already withdrawn with her infant progeny, leaving her good +man, as she fondly imagines, to enjoy the sweets of uninterrupted +repose. At one moment we behold him slumbering softly as an +infant—"so tranquil, helpless, stirless, and unmoved;" in the +next, we remark with surprise sundry violent twitches and +contortions of the limbs, as though the sleeper were under the +operation of galvanism, or suffering from the <span class= +"pagenum"><a id="page414" name="page414"></a>[pg 414]</span> pangs +of a guilty conscience. Of what hidden crime does the memory thus +agitate him—breaking in upon that rest which should steep the +senses in forgetfulness of the world and its cares? On a sudden he +starts from his couch with an appearance of frenzy!—his +nostrils dilated, his eyes gleaming with immoderate +excitation—an incipient curse quivering on his lips, and +every vein swelling—every muscle tense with fearful and +passionate energy of purpose. Is he possessed with a devil, or does +he meditate suicide, that his manner is so wild and hurried? With +impetuous velocity he rushes to the window, and beneath his +vehement but futile strokes, aimed at a scarcely visible, and +certainly impalpable object, the fragile glass flies into +fragments, the source of future colds and curtain lectures without +number. The immediate author of so much mischief, it is true, is +the diminutive vampire which is now making its escape with +cold-blooded indifference through a very considerable fracture in +one of the panes; but surely the person who saved from destruction, +and may thus be considered to have given existence to the cause of +all this loss of temper and of property, cannot conscientiously +affirm that <i>his</i> withers are unwrung! Mercy and forbearance +are very great virtues when exercised with proper discretion; but +man owes a paramount duty to society, with which none of the +weaknesses, however amiable, of his nature should be allowed to +interfere. It is no mercy to pardon and let loose upon the +community one who, having already been convicted of manifold +delinquencies, only waits a convenient season for adding to the +catalogue of his crimes; and what is larceny, or felony, or even +treason, compared with the perpetration of the outrages above +attempted to be described?—We pause for a reply.</p> +<p>Summer is a most delectable—a most glorious season. We, +who are fond of basking as a lizard, and whose inward spirit dances +and exults like a very mote in the sun-beam, always hail its +approach with rapture; but our anticipations of bright and serene +days—of blue, cloudless, and transparent skies—of +shadows the deeper from intensity of surrounding light—of +yellow corn-fields, listless rambles, and lassitude rejoicing in +green and sunny banks—are allayed by this one consideration, +that</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Waked by the summer ray, the reptile young</p> +<p>Come winged abroad. From every chink</p> +<p>And secret corner, where they slept away</p> +<p>The wintry storms; by myriads forth at once,</p> +<p>Swarming they pour.</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>Go where you will, it is not possible to escape these "winged +reptiles." They abound exceedingly in all sunny spots; nor in the +shady lane do they not haunt every bush, and lie perdu under every +leaf, thence sallying forth on the luckless wight who presumes to +molest their "solitary reign;" they hang with deliberate +importunity over the path of the sauntering pedestrian, and fly +with the flying horseman, like the black cares (that is to say, +blue devils) described by the Roman lyrist. Within doors they +infest, harpy-like, the dinner-table—</p> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Diripiuntque dapes, contactuque omnia foedant</p> +<p>Immundo—</p> +</div> +</div> +<p>and hover in impending clouds over the sugar basin at tea; in +the pantry it is buz; in the dairy it is buz; in the kitchen it is +buz; one loud, long-continued, and monotonous buz! Having little +other occupation than that of propagating their species, the +natural consequence, as we may learn from Mr. Malthus, is that +their numbers increase in a frightfully progressive ratio from year +to year; and it has at length become absolutely necessary that some +decisive measures should be adopted to counteract the growing +evil.</p> +<p>Upon the whole, he would not, perhaps, be considered to speak +rashly or unadvisedly, who should affirm, that no earthly creature, +of the same insignificant character and pretensions, is the agent +of nearly so much mischief as the fly.—What a blessed order +of things would immediately ensue, if every one of them was to be +entirely swept away from the face of the earth! This most +wished-for event, we fear, it will never be our lot to witness; but +it may be permitted to a sincere patriot, in his benevolent and +enthusiastic zeal for the well-being of his country, to indulge in +aspirations that are tinged with a shade of extravagance. With +respect, however, to the above mentioned vermin, the idea of their +total annihilation may not be altogether chimerical. We know that +the extirpation of wolves from England was accomplished by the +commutation of an annual tribute for a certain number of their +heads; and it is well worth the consideration of the legislature, +whether, by adopting a somewhat similar principle, they may not rid +the British dominions of an equally great and crying nuisance. The +noble Duke, now at the head of his Majesty's Government, has it in +his power to add another ray to his illustrious name, to secure the +approbation and gratitude of all classes of the community, and to +render his ministry for ever memorable, by the accomplishment of so +desirable an object. In the mean time, let the Society of Arts +offer their next large gold medal to the person <span class= +"pagenum"><a id="page415" name="page415"></a>[pg 415]</span> who +shall invent the most ingenious and destructive fly-trap. A certain +quantity of quassia might be distributed gratis at Apothecaries' +Hall, as vaccinatory matter is at the Cow-pox Hospital, with very +considerable effect; and an act of parliament should be passed +without delay, declaring the wilful destruction of a spider to be +felony.—<i>Blackwood's Magazine.</i></p> +<hr /> +<h3>THE CORONATION OF INEZ DE CASTRO.<a id="footnotetag7" +name="footnotetag7"></a><a href="#footnote7"><sup>7</sup></a> +</h3> +<h4>BY MRS. HEMANS.</h4> +<blockquote> +<p>"Tableau, aú l'Amour fait alliance avec la Tombe; union +redoubtable de la mort et de la vie." MADAME DE STAEL.</p> +</blockquote> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>There was music on the midnight;</p> +<p class="i2">From a royal fane it roll'd,</p> +<p>And a mighty bell, each pause between,</p> +<p class="i2">Sternly and slowly toll'd.</p> +<p>Strange was their mingling in the sky,</p> +<p class="i2">It hush'd the listener's breath;</p> +<p>For the music spoke of triumph high,</p> +<p class="i2">The lonely bell, of death.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>There was hurrying through the midnight:—</p> +<p class="i2">A sound of many feet;</p> +<p>But they fell with a muffled fearfulness,</p> +<p class="i2">Along the shadowy street;</p> +<p>And softer, fainter, grew their tread,</p> +<p class="i2">As it near'd the Minster-gate,</p> +<p>Whence broad and solemn light was shed</p> +<p class="i2">From a scene of royal state.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Full glow'd the strong red radiance</p> +<p class="i2">In the centre of the nave,</p> +<p>Where the folds of a purple canopy</p> +<p class="i2">Sweep down in many a wave;</p> +<p>Loading the marble pavement old</p> +<p class="i2">With a weight of gorgeous gloom;</p> +<p>For something lay 'midst their fretted gold,</p> +<p class="i2">Like a shadow of the tomb.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>And within that rich pavilion</p> +<p class="i2">High on a glittering throne,</p> +<p>A woman's form sat silently,</p> +<p class="i2">Midst the glare of light alone.</p> +<p>Her Jewell'd robes fell strangely still—</p> +<p class="i2">The drapery on her breast</p> +<p>Seem'd with no pulse beneath to thrill,</p> +<p class="i2">So stone-like was its rest.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>But a peal of lordly music</p> +<p class="i2">Shook e'en the dust below,</p> +<p>When the burning gold of the diadem</p> +<p class="i2">Was set on her pallid brow!</p> +<p>Then died away that haughty sound,</p> +<p class="i2">And from th' encircling band,</p> +<p>Stept Prince and Chief, 'midst the hush profound,</p> +<p class="i2">With homage to her hand.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Why pass'd a faint cold shuddering</p> +<p class="i2">Over each martial frame,</p> +<p>As one by one, to touch that hand,</p> +<p class="i2">Noble and leader came?</p> +<p>Was not the settled aspect fair?</p> +<p class="i2">Did not a queenly grace,</p> +<p>Under the parted ebon hair.</p> +<p class="i2">Sit on the pale still face?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Death, Death! canst <i>thou</i> be lovely</p> +<p class="i2">Unto the eye of Life?</p> +<p>Is not each pulse of the quick high breast</p> +<p class="i2">With thy cold mien at strife?</p> +<p>—It was a strange and fearful sight,</p> +<p class="i2">The crown upon that head,</p> +<p>The glorious robes and the blaze of light,</p> +<p class="i2">All gather'd round the Dead!</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>And beside her stood in silence</p> +<p class="i2">One with a brow as pale,</p> +<p>And white lips rigidly compress'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Lest the strong heart should fail;</p> +<p>King Pedro with a jealous eye</p> +<p class="i2">Watching the homage done</p> +<p>By the land's flower and chivalry</p> +<p class="i2">To her, his martyr'd one.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>But on the face he look'd not</p> +<p class="i2">Which once his star had been:</p> +<p>To every form his glance was turn'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Save of the breathless queen;</p> +<p>Though something, won from the grare's embrace,</p> +<p class="i2">Of her beauty still was there,</p> +<p>Its hues were all of that shadowy place,</p> +<p class="i2">'Twas not for <i>him</i> to bear.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Alas! the crown, the sceptre,</p> +<p class="i2">The treasures of the earth,</p> +<p>And the priceless love that pour'd those gifts,</p> +<p class="i2">Alike of wasted worth!</p> +<p>The rites are closed—bear back the Dead</p> +<p class="i2">Unto the chamber deep,</p> +<p>Lay down again the royal head,</p> +<p class="i2">Dust with the dust to sleep.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>There is music on the midnight—</p> +<p class="i2">A requiem sad and slow.</p> +<p>As the mourners through the sounding aisle</p> +<p class="i2">In dark procession go,</p> +<p>And the ring of state, and the starry crown,</p> +<p class="i2">And all the rich array,</p> +<p>Are borne to the house of silence down,</p> +<p class="i2">With her, that queen of clay.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>And tearlessly and firmly,</p> +<p class="i2">King Pedro led the train—</p> +<p>But his face was wrapt in his folding robe,</p> +<p class="i2">When they lower'd the dust again.</p> +<p>—'Tis hush'd at last, the tomb above,</p> +<p class="i2">Hymns die, and steps depart:</p> +<p>Who call'd thee strong as Death, O Love?</p> +<p class="i2"><i>Mightier</i> thou wert and art!</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>New Monthly +Magazine.</i></span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>ART THOU THE MAID?</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Art thou the maid from whose blue eye</p> +<p class="i2">Mine drank such deep delight?</p> +<p>Was thine that voice of melody</p> +<p>Which charm'd the silent night?</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>I fain would think thou art not she</p> +<p class="i2">Who hung upon mine arm,</p> +<p>When love was yet a mystery,</p> +<p class="i2">A sweet, resistless charm.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>It seemed to me as though the spell</p> +<p class="i2">On both alike were cast;</p> +<p>I prayed but in thy sight to dwell,</p> +<p class="i2">For thee, to breathe my last.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Mine inmost secret soul was thine,</p> +<p class="i2">Thou wert enthroned therein,</p> +<p>Like sculptured saint in holy shrine,</p> +<p class="i2">All free from guile and sin.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>And, heaven forgive! I did adore</p> +<p class="i2">With more than pilgrim's zeal;</p> +<p>And then thy smile——But oh! no more!</p> +<p class="i2">No more may I reveal.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Enough—we're parted——Both must own</p> +<p class="i2">The accursed power of gold.</p> +<p>I wander through the world <i>alone</i>;</p> +<p class="i2"><i>Thou</i> hast been bought and sold.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>Blackwood's +Magazine.</i></span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<p>It would be a very pleasant thing, if literary productions could +be submitted to something like chemical analysis,—if we could +separate the merit of a book, as we can the magnesia of Epsom +salts, by a simple practical application of the doctrine of +affinities.</p> +<hr class="full" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a id="page416" name="page416"></a>[pg +416]</span> +<h2>The Gatherer</h2> +<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>A GOOD FELLOW.</h3> +<p>The secretary of a literary society being requested to draw up +"<i>a definition of a good fellow</i>," applied to the members of +the club, individually, for such hints as they could furnish, when, +he received the following:—</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Golightly</i>.—A good fellow is one who rides blood +horses, drives four-in-hand, speaks when he's spoken to, sings when +he's asked, always turns his back on a dun, and never on a +friend.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Le Blanc</i>.—A good fellow is one who studies +deep, reads trigonometry, and burns love songs; has a most cordial +aversion for dancing and D'Egville, and would rather encounter a +cannon than a fancy ball.</p> +<p>Hon. <i>G. Montgomery</i>.—A good fellow is one who abhors +moralists and mathematics, and adores the classics and Caroline +Mowbray.</p> +<p>Sir <i>T. Wentworth</i>.—A good fellow is one who attends +the Fox-dinners, who goes to the Indies to purchase independence, +and would rather encounter a buffalo than a boroughmonger.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>M. Sterling</i>.—A good fellow is a good neighbour, +a good citizen, a good relation; in short, a good man.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>M. Farlane</i>.—A good fellow is a bonnie braw John +Hielandman.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>O'Connor</i>.—A good fellow is one who talks loud +and swears louder; cares little about learning, and less about his +neckcloth; loves whiskey, patronizes bargemen, and wears nails in +his shoes.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Musgrave</i>.—A good fellow is +prime—flash—and bang-up.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Burton</i>.—A good fellow is one who knows "what's +what," keeps accounts, and studies Cocker.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Rowley</i>.—A good fellow likes turtle and cold +punch, drinks Port when he can't get Champagne, and dines on mutton +with Sir Robert, when he can't get venison at my lord's.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Lozell</i>.—A good fellow is something compounded +of the preceding.</p> +<p>Mr. <i>Oakley</i>.—A good fellow is something perfectly +different from the preceding,—or Mr. Oakley is an ass.</p> +<hr /> +<h3>MERCHANT TAILORS' SCHOOL.</h3> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>At Merchant Tailors' School, what time</p> +<p class="i2">Old Bishop held the rod,</p> +<p>The boys rehearsed the old man's rhyme</p> +<p class="i2">Whilst he would smile and nod.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Apart I view'd a little child</p> +<p class="i2">Who join'd not in the game:</p> +<p>His face was what mammas call mild</p> +<p class="i2">And fathers dull and tame.</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>Pitying the boy, I thus address'd</p> +<p class="i2">The pedagogue of verse—</p> +<p>"Why doth he not, Sir, like the rest,</p> +<p class="i2">Your epigrams rehearse?"</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Sir!" answered thus the aged man,</p> +<p class="i2">"He's not in Nature's debt;</p> +<p>His ears so tight are seal'd, he can-</p> +<p class="i2">Not learn his alphabet."</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p>"Why not?" I cried:—whereat to me</p> +<p class="i2">He spoke in minor clef—</p> +<p>"He cannot learn his A, B, C,</p> +<p class="i2">Because he's D, E, F."</p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>New Monthly +Magazine.</i></span></p> +</div> +</div> +<hr /> +<h3>ROYAL LEARNING.</h3> +<p>The king of Persia made many inquiries of Sir Harford Jones +respecting America, saying, "What sort of a place is it? How do you +get at it? Is it underground, or how?"</p> +<hr /> +<h3>COMPLIMENT MAL—APROPOS.</h3> +<p>Napoleon was once present at the performance of one of +Pasiello's operas, in which was introduced an air by Cimarosa. +Pasiello was in the box with the emperor, and received many +compliments during the evening. At length, when the air by Cimarosa +was played, the emperor turned round, and taking Pasiello by the +hand, exclaimed, "By my faith, my friend, the man who has composed +that air, may proclaim himself the greatest composer in Europe." +"It is Cimarosa's," feebly articulated Pasiello. "I am sorry for +it; but I cannot recall what I have said."</p> +<hr /> +<p>A gentleman taking an apartment, said to the landlady, "I assure +you, madam, I never left a lodging but my landlady shed tears." She +answered, "I hope it was not, Sir, because you went away without +paying."</p> +<hr /> +<p>LOMBIRD'S EDITION OF THE <i>Following Novels are already +Published:</i></p> +<pre> + <i>s</i> <i>d</i> +Mackenzie's Man of Feeling . . . . . . 0 6 +Paul and Virginia. . . . . . . . . . . 0 6 +The Castle of Otranto. . . . . . . . . 0 6 +Almoran and Hamet. . . . . . . . . . . 0 6 +Elizabeth, or the Exiles of Siberia. . 0 6 +The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne . . 0 6 +Rasselas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 0 8 +The Old English Baron. . . . . . . . . 0 8 +Nature and Art . . . . . . . . . . . . 0 8 +Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefield . . . . 0 10 +Sicilian Romance . . . . . . . . . . . 1 0 +The Man of the World . . . . . . . . . 1 0 +A Simple Story . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 4 +Joseph Andrews . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 6 +Humphry Clinker. . . . . . . . . . . . 1 8 +The Romance of the Forest. . . . . . . 1 8 +The Italian. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 0 +Zeluce, by Dr. Moore . . . . . . . . . 2 6 +Edward, by Dr. Moore . . . . . . . . . 2 0 +Roderick Random. . . . . . . . . . . . 2 6 +The Mysteries of Udo'pho . . . . . . . 3 6 +</pre> +<hr class="full" /> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote1" name= +"footnote1"></a> <b>Footnote 1</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag1">(return)</a> +<p>Scotorum cumulos flevit glacialis <i>Ierne</i>. CLAUDIAN.</p> +</blockquote> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote2" name= +"footnote2"></a> <b>Footnote 2</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag2">(return)</a> +<p>As <i>Oe</i> a grandson—Irish <i>O</i> or <i>Ux byre</i>, +a cowhouse—Irish boyach (boi-theach.)</p> +</blockquote> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote3" name= +"footnote3"></a> <b>Footnote 3</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag3">(return)</a> +<p>Fires.</p> +</blockquote> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote4" name= +"footnote4"></a> <b>Footnote 4</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag4">(return)</a> +<p>Field.</p> +</blockquote> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote5" name= +"footnote5"></a> <b>Footnote 5</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag5">(return)</a> +<p>See Buchanan's History of Scotland, book p. 186.</p> +</blockquote> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote6" name= +"footnote6"></a> <b>Footnote 6</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag6">(return)</a> +<p>See Cook's Geography, book ii. p. 302.</p> +</blockquote> +<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote7" name= +"footnote7"></a> <b>Footnote 7</b>:<a href= +"#footnotetag7">(return)</a> +<p>Don Pedro of Portugal, after his accession to the kingdom, had +the body of the murdered Inez taken from the grave, solemnly +enthroned and crowned.</p> +</blockquote> +<hr class="full" /> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11408 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/11408-h/images/346-1.png b/11408-h/images/346-1.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c739a5a --- /dev/null +++ b/11408-h/images/346-1.png |
