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Keckrich, David Garcia,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team</b></center> +<br /> +<br /> + <hr class="full" /> + <span class="pagenum"><a id="page369" name="page369"></a>[pg + 369]</span> + + <h1>THE MIRROR<br /> + OF<br /> + LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.</h1> + <hr class="full" /> + + <table width="100%" summary="Banner"> + <tr> + <td align="left"><b>VOL. XIV, NO. 402.]</b></td> + + <td align="center"><b>SUPPLEMENTARY NUMBER.</b></td> + + <td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>The Leaning Towers of Bologna.</h2> + + <div class="figure" style="width: 100%;"> + <a href="images/402-1.png"><img width="100%" src= + "images/402-1.png" alt="The Leaning Towers of Bologna." /></a> + </div> + + <p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page370" name="page370"></a>[pg + 370]</span></p> + + <h3>The Landscape Annual.</h3> + + <center> + LONDON AND PARIS, 1830. + </center> + <hr /> + + <p>MAGNIFIQUE! SUPERBE! will be the exclamation of the Parisians + on beholding the Plates of this Work, at the Publishers, in the + Gallerie Vivienne, and equally enthusiastic will be the + admiration of all Londoners whilst inspecting them in Cheapside. + The <i>second</i> title, "The Tourist in Italy and Switzerland," + implies the contents of the volume far better than the first. + There are twenty-five Plates, each nearly as large as one of our + pages, by various engravers, and all from drawings, by Mr. Prout. + The subjects are as follow:—Geneva, Lausanne, Chillon, + Bridge of St. Maurice, Lavey, Martigny, Sion, Visp, Domo + d'Ossola, Castle of Anghiera, Milan Cathedral, Lake of Como, + Como, Verona, Vicenza, Padua, Petrarch's House at Arqua, the + Rialto at Venice, Ducal Palace at ditto, Palace of the Two + Foscari, ditto; Bridge of Sighs, ditto; Old Ducal Palace at + Ferrara, Bologna, Ponte Sisto, Rome, Fish Market, Ruins, ditto, + and a Vignette of Constantine's Arch.</p> + + <p>The Descriptions are from the elegant pen of Thomas Roscoe, + Esq. By permission, of the proprietor we have selected one of the + plates, and a portion of its accompanying description.</p> + + <center> + BOLOGNA, + </center> + + <p>"Celebrated alike in arts and in letters, Bologna, 'the mother + of studies,' presents numerous objects of interest to the amateur + and to the scholar. The halls which were trod by Lanfranc and + Irnerius, and the ceilings which glow with the colours of Guido + and the Carracci, can never be neglected by any to whom learning + and taste are dear.</p> + + <p>"The external appearance of Bologna is singular and striking. + The principal streets display lofty arcades, and the churches, + which are very numerous, confer upon the city a highly + architectural character. But the most remarkable edifices in + Bologna are the watch-towers, represented in the engraving. + During the twelfth century, when the cities of Italy, 'tutte + piene di tirranni,' were rivals in arms as afterwards in arts, + watch-towers of considerable elevation were frequently erected. + In Venice, in Pisa, in Cremona, in Modena, and in Florence these + singular structures yet remain; but none are more remarkable than + the towers of the Asinelli and Garisenda in Bologna. The former, + according to one chronicler, was built in 1109, while other + authorities assign it to the year 1119. The Garisenda tower, + constructed a few years later, has been immortalized in the verse + of Dante.</p> + + <p>"When the poet and his guide are snatched up by the huge + Antaeus, the bard compares the stooping stature of the giant to + the tower of the Garisenda, which, as the spectator stands at its + base while the clouds are sailing from the quarter to which it + inclines, appears to be falling upon his head,</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i8">"'As appears</p> + + <p>The tower of Cariaenda from beneath</p> + + <p>Where it doth lean, if chance a passing cloud</p> + + <p>So sail across that opposite it hangs;</p> + + <p>Such then Antaeus seem'd, as at mine ease</p> + + <p>I mark'd him stooping.'</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>"The tower of the Asinelli rises the height of about 350 feet, + and is said to be three feet and a half out of the perpendicular. + The adventurous traveller may ascend to the top by a laborious + staircase of 500 steps. Those steps were trod by the late amiable + and excellent Sir James Edward Smith, who has described the view + presented at the summit. 'The day was unfavourable for a view; + but we could well distinguish Imola, Ferrara and Modena, as well + as the hills about Verona, Mount Baldus, &c., seeming to rise + abruptly from the dead flat which extends on three sides of + Bologna. On the south are some very pleasant hills stuck with + villas.' The Garisenda tower, erected probably by the family of + the Garidendi, is about 130 feet in height, and inclines as much + as eight feet from the perpendicular. It has been conjectured + that these towers were originally constructed as they now appear; + but it is difficult to give credit to such a supposition.</p> + + <p>"According to Montfaucon, the celebrated antiquary, the + leaning of these towers has been occasioned by the sinking of the + earth. 'We several times observed the tower called Asinelli, and + the other near it, named Garisenda. The latter of them stoops so + much that a perpendicular, let fall from the top, will be seven + feet from the bottom of it; and, as appears upon examination, + when this tower bowed, a great part of it went to ruin, because + the ground that side that inclined stood on was not so firm as + the other, which may be said of all other towers that lean so; + for besides these two here mentioned, the tower for the bells of + St. Mary Zobenica, at Venice, leans considerably to one side. So + also at Ravenna, I took notice of another stooping tower + occasioned by the ground on that side giving way a little. In the + way from Ferrara to Venice, where the soil is marshy, + <span class="pagenum"><a id="page371" name="page371"></a>[pg + 371]</span> we see a structure of great antiquity leaning to one + side. We might easily produce other instances of this nature. + When the whole structure of the Garisenda stooped, much of it + fell, as appears by the top of it.</p> + + <p>"Bologna, like most of the cities of Italy, has been the seat + of many tragical incidents, affording such rich materials for her + novelists. Amongst others, is one which we give in the words of + the excellent critic by whom it is related. 'The family Geremie + of Bologna were at the head of the Guelphs, and that of the + Lambertazzi of the Ghibbelines, who formed an opposition by no + means despicable to the domineering party. Bonifazio Geremei and + Imelda Lambertazzi, forgetting the feuds of their families, fell + passionately in love with each other, and Imelda received her + lover into her house. This coming to her brothers' knowledge, + they rushed into the room where the two lovers were, and Imelda + could scarcely escape, whilst one of the brothers plunged a + dagger, poisoned after the Saracen fashion, into Bonifazio's + breast, whose body was thrown into some concealed part of the + house and covered with rubbish. Imelda hastened to him, following + the tracks of his blood, as soon as the brothers were gone; found + him, and supposing him not quite dead, generously, as our own + Queen Eleanor had done about the same time, sucked the poison + from the bleeding wound, the only remedy which could possibly + save his life; but it was too late: Imelda's attendants found her + a corpse, embracing that of her beloved Bonifazio.'"</p> + + <p>The success of the Landscape Annual is very far from + problematical. All our <i>travelled</i> nobility and people of + fortune will buy it to refresh their acquaintance with the + beautiful scenes it includes; and it is hardly possible to + imagine a more agreeable book-companion on the journey + itself.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>LITERARY SOUVENIR.</h2> + + <p>(<i>Concluded from Supplement, page 336</i>.)</p> + + <p>The <i>poetry</i> of the <i>Souvenir</i> is, as usual, for the + most part excellent. Among the best pieces are The Dying Mother + to her Infant, by Caroline Bowles; Bring back the chain, by the + authoress of the "Sorrows of Rosalie;" and The Birth-day, by N.P. + Willis, a popular American writer. There are likewise some very + graceful and touching pieces by Mr. Watts, the editor, one of + which will be found in our next number. There are too some + pleasant attempts at humorous relief; but "Vanity Fair" is a very + poor attempt at jingling rhyme. We quote one of these light + pieces for the sake of adding variety to our sheet:</p> + + <h3>WHERE IS MISS MYRTLE?</h3> + + <center> + AIR—<i>Sweet Kitty Clover.</i> + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Where is Miss Myrtle? can any one tell?</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>She flirts with another, I know very well;</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + + <p>She flies to the window when Arundel rings:</p> + + <p>She's all over smiles when Lord Archibald sings;</p> + + <p>It's plain that her Cupid has two pair of wings;</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>Her love and my love are different things:</p> + + <p>And I—am left all alone!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>She told me such horrors were never worn now:</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + + <p>But I saw her at night with a rose in her hair,</p> + + <p>And I guess who it came from,—of course I don't + care!</p> + + <p>We all know that girls are as false us they're fair;</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>I'm sure the lieutenant's a horrible bear;</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Whenever we go on the Downs for a ride,</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>She looks for another to trot by her side:</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + + <p>And whenever I take her down stairs from a ball,</p> + + <p>She nods to some puppy to put on her shawl:</p> + + <p>I'm a peaceable man, and I don't like a brawl:</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>But I would give a trifle to horsewhip them all:</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>She tells me her mother belongs to the sect,</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>Which holds that all waltzing is quite incorrect:</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + + <p>But a fire's in my heart and a fire's in my brain,</p> + + <p>When she waltzes away with Sir Phelim O'Shane;</p> + + <p>I don't think I ever <i>can</i> ask her again:</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>And, lord! since the summer she's grown very plain,</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>She said that she liked me a twelvemonth ago!</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>And how should I guess that she'd torture me so!</p> + + <p class="i2">And I—am left all alone!</p> + + <p>Some day she'll find out it was not very wise</p> + + <p>To laugh at the breath of a true lover's sighs:</p> + + <p>After all, Fanny Myrtle is not such a prize;</p> + + <p class="i2">Where is she gone, where is she gone?</p> + + <p>Louisa Dalrymple has exquisite eyes:</p> + + <p class="i2">And I'll be—no longer alone!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Mr. Praed has an exquisite poem, "Memory;" and we had nearly + passed by a song by Mr. T. Moore.</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Alone beneath the moon I roved,</p> + + <p class="i2">And thought how oft in hours gone by,</p> + + <p>I heard my Mary say she loved</p> + + <p class="i2">To look upon a moonlight sky!</p> + + <p>The day had been one lengthened shower,</p> + + <p class="i2">Till moonlight came, with lustre meek,</p> + + <p>To light up every weeping flower,</p> + + <p class="i2">Like smiles upon a mourner's cheek.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I called to mind from Eastern books</p> + + <p class="i2">A thought that could not leave me + soon:—</p> + + <p>"The moon on many a night-flower looks,</p> + + <p class="i2">The night-flower sees no other moon."</p> + + <p>And thus I thought our fortune's run,</p> + + <p class="i2">For many a lover sighs to thee;</p> + + <p>While oh! I feel there is but <i>one</i>,</p> + + <p class="i2"><i>One</i> Mary in the world for me!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page372" name="page372"></a>[pg + 372]</span> The illustrations are almost unexceptionably good; + the <i>gems</i> in this way being Mrs. Siddons, as Lady Macbeth, + by C. Rolls, after Harlowe: the face is perhaps the most + intellectual piece of engraving ever seen; the sublime effect in + so small a space is truly surprising. A Portrait, by W. Danforth, + after Leslie, ranks next; and the beauty and variety of the + remainder of the prints are so great as to prevent our + <i>individualizing</i> them to the reader. Taken altogether, they + form one of the finest Annual Galleries or Collections.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE KEEPSAKE.</h2> + <hr /> + + <p>Without going into a dreamy discussion on the + <i>literature</i> of this work, we venture to say it has rather + retrograded from, than improved upon the volume of last year. + Great and titled names only furnish the <i>gilt:</i> and this + fact is now so generally understood, that readers are no longer + deceived by them, in the quality of the gingerbread. Mr. Watts is + so convinced of this fact, that he has given the cut direct to + many titled authors; and, for aught we know, he has produced as + good a volume this year as on any former occasion. The proprietor + of the <i>Keepsake</i> appears to think otherwise; and his editor + has accordingly produced a book of very meagre interest, though + of mightier pretensions than his rivals. Months ago we were told + by announcement, paragraph and advertisement, of a tragedy, + <i>The House of Aspen</i>, by Sir Walter Scott, which now turns + out to be as dull an affair as any known in these days of + dramatic poverty and theatrical ups and downs. Sir Walter, in an + advertisement of great modesty, dated April 1, says, that "being + of too small a size of consequence for a separate publication, + the piece is sent as a contribution to the <i>Keepsake</i>, where + its demerits may be hidden amid the beauties of more valuable + articles." The piece has been adapted to a minor stage with some + effect, but nothing higher than a melodrama. We have neither room + nor inclination to extract a scene, but one of the metrical + pieces has tempted us:—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Sweet shone the sun on the fair Lake of Toro,</p> + + <p class="i2">Weak were the whispers that waved the dark + wood,</p> + + <p>As a fair maiden bewilder'd in sorrow,</p> + + <p class="i2">Sigh'd to the breezes and wept to the + flood.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Saints from the mansion of bliss lowly bending,</p> + + <p class="i2">Virgin, that hear'st the poor suppliant's + cry,</p> + + <p>Grant my petition, in anguish ascending.</p> + + <p class="i2">My Frederick restore, or let Eleanor die."</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Distant and faint were the sounds of the battle,</p> + + <p class="i2">With the breezes they rise, with the breezes + they fail,</p> + + <p>Till the shout, and the groan, and the conflict's dread + rattle,</p> + + <p class="i2">And the chase's wild clamour came loading the + gale.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Breathless she gaz'd through the woodland so dreary,</p> + + <p class="i2">Slowly approaching, a warrior was seen;</p> + + <p>Life's ebbing tide mark'd his footstep so weary,</p> + + <p class="i2">Cleft was his helmet, and woe was his mien.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Save thee, fair maid, for our armies are flying;</p> + + <p class="i2">Save thee, fair maid, for thy guardian is + low;</p> + + <p>Cold on yon heath thy bold Frederick is lying,</p> + + <p class="i2">Fast through the woodland approaches the + foe."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Two of the best stories are The Bride, by Theodore Hook, and + the Shooting Star, an Irish tale, by Lord Nugent; and a Dialogue + for the year 2310, by the author of Granby, has considerable + smartness. The scene is in London, where one of the speakers has + just arrived "from out of Scotland; breakfasted this morning at + Edinburgh, and have not been in town above a couple of hours. The + roads are dreadfully heavy now: conceive my having been seven + hours and a half coming from Edinburgh to London." Killing + between four and five thousand head of game in one day is + shooting ill; and one of the party has a gun which would give + twenty-seven discharges in a minute, and mine would give only + twenty-five. I really must change my maker. Have you seen the + last new invention, the hydro-potassian lock?" Hunting machines, + that would fly like balloons over a ten-foot wall—A + candidate for the Circumnavigation Club, who has been four times + round the world in his own, yacht—A point of bad taste to + make a morning call by daylight—Dining at twelve + P.M.—A spring-door with a self-acting knocker, which gives + a treble knock, and is opened by a steam porter in livery—A + chair mounting from the hall, through the ceiling, into the + drawing room—Talking to a lady two miles off through a + telescope, till one's fingers ache—A callisthenic academy + for the children of pauper operatives—An automaton + note-writer—A lady professing ignorance of Almack's, "a + club where Swift and Johnson used to meet, but I don't profess to + be an antiquarian"—"Love and Algebra," one of the common + scientific novels thumbed by coal-heavers and orange-women, very + well for the common people—Every thing is taught them now + by means of scientific novels: such as "Geological Atoms, or the + Adventures of a Dustman"—Doubted very much whether English + wheat is fit for any thing but the brute <span class= + "pagenum"><a id="page373" name="page373"></a>[pg 373]</span> + creation—Dark times of the 19th century—Six-hourly + and half-daily newspapers—"<i>apropos</i>, as the + hackney-coachmen say"—Turkey, one of the southern provinces + of Russia—His Majesty Jonathan III. of Washington—The + Emperor of India—The Burmese Republic—English the + language of three-fourths of Asia, nine-tenths of North America, + half Africa, and all the insular states in the South + Seas—and England, that little kingdom, with a population of + not more than forty millions, has had the honour of colonizing + half the globe; but "these countries are our colonies no longer." + Such are a few of the wonders of 2130! In the Dialogue is an + admirable joke with a scientific street-sweeper and a learned + beggar, who pleads <i>necessitas non habet legem</i>, and + "embraces the profession of an operative mendicant." But here is + a <i>morceau</i>:</p> + + <p><i>Lady D.</i>—Ah! Lord A.! Mr. C.! most unexpected + persons both! I heard only yesterday that one of you was in + Greenland, and the other in Africa. What false reports they + circulate!</p> + + <p><i>Lord A.</i>—The reports were true not long ago, and I + believe we returned about the same time. You, Lady D., have been + also travelling, I believe.</p> + + <p><i>Lady D.</i>—Yes, we were out of England in the + winter. Our physician commanded a warmer climate for Lord D. so + we took a villa on the Niger, and afterwards spent a short time + at Sackatoo.</p> + + <p><i>Mr. C.</i>—I suppose you found it full of + English?</p> + + <p><i>Lady D.</i>—Oh, quite full—and such a set! We + knew hardly any of them. In fact, we did not go there for + society. We met a few pleasant people, Australians; the + Abershaws, the Hardy Vauxes, and Sir William and Lady Soames.</p> + + <p><i>Mr. C.</i>—Did you go by the new Tangier and + Timbuctoo road?</p> + + <p><i>Lady D.</i>—Yes, we did, and we found it excellent. + By the bye, Lord A., to digress to a different latitude, how did + you succeed in your last excursion to the North Pole?</p> + + <p><i>Lord A.</i>—To tell you the truth, extremely ill; we + had most improvidently taken with us scarcely enough of the + <i>solvent</i> to work our way through the ice, and our + concentrated essence of caloric was found to be of a very + inferior quality. I shall try again next summer.</p> + + <p><i>Lady D.</i>—I believe we shall go to Spitzbergen + ourselves.</p> + + <p><i>Lord A.</i>—I am happy to think that, in that case, I + may perhaps have the pleasure of meeting you there on my return. + I must go to the Pole, by the way of North Georgia: I am engaged + to visit an Eskimaux friend.</p> + + <p>Still more ludicrous are the following historical + blunders:—One of the party asks how Napoleon is introduced + in an historical novel of 1830? The reply is—"He and the + Emperor Alexander of Russia are introduced dining with the King + at Brighton. Napoleon quarrels with the two sovereigns, and + challenges them to a personal encounter. Each claims the right of + fighting by deputy. The King of England appoints his prime + minister, the Duke of Wellington; the Emperor Alexander appoints + Prince Kutusoff. The Duke of Wellington is to go out first, and + is to meet Napoleon at Battersea Fields. There were open fields + at Battersea: <i>then</i>: only think! open fields! I don't know + how the duel ends—I am just in the midst of it—it is + so interesting."</p> + + <p>The author of <i>Anastasius</i> (Mr. Thos. Hope) has + contributed five or six pages on Self-love, Sympathy, and + Selfishness—which are deep enough for any Lady D. of this + or the next century. We expected a powerful and picturesque tale + of the East, and not such sententious matter as + this:—"Every sentient entity, from the lowest of brutes to + the highest of human beings, desires self-gratification:" we may + add, a principle as well understood in Covent-garden as in + Portland-place. Mr. Banim has written The Hall of the Castle, an + interesting Irish story; and Lord Normanby, The Prophet of St. + Paul's, of the date of 1514—which concludes the volume.</p> + + <p>Among the Poetry are some pretty verses by Lord Porchester; + but it is well that metrical pieces do not predominate, for some + of the writers are sadly unmusical sonneteers.</p> + + <p>The "Letters from Lord Byron to several Friends" are not of + interest enough for the space they occupy.</p> + + <p>The <i>Plates</i> are beyond praise. The Frontispiece Portrait + of Lady Georgiana Agar Ellis, by Charles Heath, is one of the + most exquisite ever engraved; and two plates illustrating Sir + Walter Scott's <i>House of Aspen</i> have the effect of beautiful + pictures on a blank wall. <i>Two</i> views of Virginia Water are, + perhaps, questionable in the same volume; but they are admirably + engraved. Wilkie's "beautiful, though," as Lord Normanby says, + "somewhat slight cabinet picture of the Princess Doria and the + Pilgrims<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href= + "#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a>" <span class="pagenum"><a id= + "page374" name="page374"></a>[pg 374]</span> has been finely + executed by Heath; and a View of Venice, from a drawing by Prout, + is a masterpiece of Freebairne. Equal to either of these is The + Faithful Servant, engraved by Goodyear, after Cooper, and + Dorothea, the title-page plate. Of The Bride, engraved by Charles + Heath, from a picture by Leslie, it is impossible to speak in + terms of sufficient praise, as it is, without exception, one of + the loveliest prints ever beheld. We have had our laugh at The + Portrait, a scene from Foote, painted by Smirke, and engraved by + Portbury. Its whim and humour is describable only by the British + Aristophanes. We can only add, that it is Lady Pentweazle sitting + to Carmine for her portrait—the look that he despairs of + imitating, as we do Foote's account of her family:—</p> + + <p>"All my family, by the mother's side, are famous for their + eyes. I have a great aunt amongst the beauties at Windsor; she + has a sister at Hampton Court, a perdegeous fine woman! she had + but one eye, but that was a piercer: that one eye got her three + husbands."</p> + + <p>The painter appears to us to be a portrait of Foote. We ought + not to forget to mention, at least, Francis I. and his Sister, + splendidly engraved by C. Heath, from a picture by Bonington.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE COMIC ANNUAL.</h2> + + <p><i>By Thomas Hood, Esq.</i></p> + + <p>We intend to let the facetious author have his own <i>say</i> + on the comical contents of this very comical little work, by + merely running over a few of the head and tail pieces of the + several pages. We think with Mr. Hood, that "In the Christmas + Holidays, or rather, Holly Days, according to one of the emblems + of the season, we naturally look for mirth. Christmas is strictly + a Comic Annual, and its specific gaiety is even implied in the + specific gravity of its oxen." So much for the design, which is + far more congenial to our feelings than the thousand and one + sonnets, pointless epigrams, laments, and monodies, which are + usually showered from crimson and gold envelopes at this dull + season of the year. There are thirty-seven pieces—all in + humorous and "righte merrie conceite." We shall give a few random + extracts, or specimens, and then run over the cuts. Our first + is—(and what should it be?)</p> + + <h3>NUMBER ONE.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"It's very hard! and so it is,</p> + + <p class="i2">To live in such a row,</p> + + <p>And witness this, that every Miss</p> + + <p class="i2">But me has got a beau.</p> + + <p>For Love goes calling up and down,</p> + + <p class="i2">But here he seems to shun.</p> + + <p>I'm sure he has been asked enough</p> + + <p class="i2">To call at Number One!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"I'm sick of all the double knocks</p> + + <p class="i2">That come to Number Four!</p> + + <p>At Number Three I often see</p> + + <p class="i2">A lover at the door;</p> + + <p>And one in blue, at Number Two,</p> + + <p class="i2">Calls daily like a dun,—</p> + + <p>It's very hard they come so near</p> + + <p class="i2">And not at Number One.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Miss Bell, I hear, has got a dear</p> + + <p class="i2">Exactly to her mind,</p> + + <p>By sitting at the window pane</p> + + <p class="i2">Without a bit of blind;</p> + + <p>But I go in the balcony,</p> + + <p class="i2">Which she has never done,</p> + + <p>Yet arts that thrive at Number Five</p> + + <p class="i2">Don't take at Number One.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'Tis hard with plenty in the street,</p> + + <p class="i2">And plenty passing by,—</p> + + <p>There's nice young men at Number Ten,</p> + + <p class="i2">But only rather shy;</p> + + <p>And Mrs. Smith across the way</p> + + <p class="i2">Has got a grown-up son.</p> + + <p>But la! he hardly seems to know</p> + + <p class="i2">There is a Number One!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"There's Mr. Wick at Number Nine,</p> + + <p class="i2">But he's intent on pelf,</p> + + <p>And though he's pious, will not love</p> + + <p class="i2">His neighbour as himself.</p> + + <p>At Number Seven there was a sale—</p> + + <p class="i2">The goods had quite a run!</p> + + <p>And here I've got my single lot</p> + + <p class="i2">On hand at Number One!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"My mother often sits at work</p> + + <p class="i2">And talks of props and stays,</p> + + <p>And what a comfort I shall be</p> + + <p class="i2">In her declining days!</p> + + <p>The very maids about the house</p> + + <p class="i2">Have set me down a nun,</p> + + <p>The sweethearts all belong to them</p> + + <p class="i2">That call at Number One!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Once only, when the flue took fire,</p> + + <p class="i2">One Friday afternoon,</p> + + <p>Young Mr. Long came kindly in,</p> + + <p class="i2">And told me not to swoon.</p> + + <p>Why can't he come again without</p> + + <p class="i2">The Phoenix and the Sun?</p> + + <p>We cannot always have a flue</p> + + <p class="i2">On fire at Number One!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"I am not old, I am not plain,</p> + + <p class="i2">Nor awkward in my gait—</p> + + <p>I am not crooked like the bride</p> + + <p class="i2">That went from Number Eight;</p> + + <p>I'm sure white satin made her look</p> + + <p class="i2">As brown as any bun—</p> + + <p>But even beauty has no chance</p> + + <p class="i2">I think at Number One.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"At Number Six they say Miss Rose</p> + + <p class="i2">Has slain a score of hearts,</p> + + <p>And Cupid, for her sake, has been</p> + + <p class="i2">Quite prodigal of darts.</p> + + <p>The imp they show with bended bow—</p> + + <p class="i2">I wish he had a gun;</p> + + <p>But if he had, he'd never deign</p> + + <p class="i2">To shoot with Number One.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"It's very hard, and so it is,</p> + + <p class="i2">To live in such a row;</p> + + <p>And here's a ballad-singer come</p> + + <p class="i2">To aggravate my woe;</p> + + <p>O take away your foolish song</p> + + <p class="i2">And tones enough to stun—</p> + + <p>There is 'nae luck about the house,'</p> + + <p class="i2">I know at Number One."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Next is a prose sketch:</p> + + <h3>THE FURLOUGH.—AN IRISH ANECDOTE.</h3> + + <p>"In the autumn of 1825, some private affairs called me into + the sister kingdom; <span class="pagenum"><a id="page375" name= + "page375"></a>[pg 375]</span> and as I did not travel, like + Polyphemus, with my eye out, I gathered a few samples of Irish + character, amongst which was the following incident:—</p> + + <p>"I was standing one morning at the window of 'mine Inn,' when + my attention was attracted by a scene that took place beneath. + The Belfast coach was standing at the door, and on the roof, in + front, sat a solitary outside passenger, a fine young fellow, in + the uniform of the Connaught Rangers. Below, by the front wheel, + stood an old woman, seemingly his mother, a young man, and a + younger woman, sister or sweetheart; and they were all earnestly + entreating the young soldier to descend from his seat on the + coach.</p> + + <p>"'Come down wid ye, Thady'—the speaker was the old + woman—'come down now to your ould mother; sure it's flog ye + they will, and strip the flesh off the bones I giv ye. Come down, + Thady, darlin!'</p> + + <p>"'It's honour, mother,' was the short reply of the soldier; + and with clenched hands and set teeth, he took a stiffer posture + on the coach.</p> + + <p>"'Thady, come down—come down, ye fool of the + world—come along down wid ye!' The tone of the present + appeal was more impatient and peremptory than the last; and the + answer was more promptly and sternly pronounced: 'It's honour, + brother!' and the body of the speaker rose more rigidly erect + than ever on the roof.</p> + + <p>"'O Thady, come down! sure it's me, your own Kathleen, that + bids ye! Come down, or ye'll break the heart of me, Thady, jewel; + come down then!' The poor girl wrung her hands as she said it, + and cast a look upward that had a visible effect on the muscles + of the soldier's countenance. There was more tenderness in his + tone, but it conveyed the same resolution as before.</p> + + <p>"'It's honour, honour bright, Kathleen!' and, as if to defend + himself from another glance, he fixed his look steadfastly in + front, while the renewed entreaties burst from all three in + chorus, with the same answer.</p> + + <p>"'Come down, Thady, honey!—Thady, ye fool, come + down!—O Thady, come down to me!'</p> + + <p>"'It's honour, mother!—It's honour, + brother!—Honour bright, my own Kathleen!'</p> + + <p>"Although the poor fellow was a private, this appeal was so + public, that I did not hesitate to go down and inquire into the + particulars of the distress. It appeared that he had been home, + on furlough, to visit his family,—and having exceeded, as + he thought, the term of his leave, he was going to rejoin his + regiment, and to undergo the penalty of his neglect. I asked him + when the furlough expired?</p> + + <p>"'The first of March, your honour—bad luck to it of all + the black days in the world—and here it is, come sudden on + me, like a shot!'</p> + + <p>"'The first of March!—why, my good fellow, you have a + day to spare then—the first of March will not be here till + to-morrow. It is Leap Year, and February has twenty-nine + days.'</p> + + <p>"The soldier was thunder-struck.—'Twenty-nine days is + it?—you're sartin of that same! Oh, mother, + mother!—the devil fly away wid yere ould almanack—a + base cratur of a book, to be deceaven one, afther living so long + in the family of us!'</p> + + <p>"His first impulse was to cut a caper on the roof of the + coach, and throw up his cap with a loud hurrah! His second was to + throw himself into the arms of his Kathleen; and the third was to + wring my hand off in acknowledgment.</p> + + <p>"'It's a happy man I am, your honour, for my word's saved, and + all by your honour's manes. Long life to your honour for the + same! May ye live a long hundred—and lape-years every one + of them.'"</p> + + <p>What will Mr. Gurney's helpers say to the following</p> + + <h3>SONNET ON STEAM.</h3> + + <center> + BY AN UNDER-OSTLER. + </center> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I wish I livd a Thowsen year Ago</p> + + <p>Wurking for Sober six and Seven milers</p> + + <p>And dubble Stages runnen safe and slo!</p> + + <p>The Orsis cum in Them days to the Bilers</p> + + <p>But Now by meens of Powers of Steem forces</p> + + <p>A-turning Coches into Smoakey Kettels</p> + + <p>The Bilers seam a Cumming to the Orses</p> + + <p>And Helps and naggs Will sune be out of Vittels</p> + + <p>Poor Bruits I wander How we bee to Liv</p> + + <p>When sutch a change of Orses is our Faits</p> + + <p>No nothink need Be sifted in a Siv</p> + + <p>May them Blowd ingins all Blow up their Grates</p> + + <p>And Theaves of Oslers crib the Coles and Giv</p> + + <p>Their blackgard Hannimuls a Feed of Slaits!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Space we have not for the whole of "A Letter from a Market + Gardener to the Secretary of the Horticultural Society," but here + is the concluding paragraph:—</p> + + <p>"My Wif had a Tomb Cat that dyd. Being a torture Shell and a + Grate faverit, we had Him berrid in the Guardian, and for the + sake of inrichment of the Mould, I had the carks deposeted under + the roots of a Gosberry Bush. The Frute being up till then of a + smooth kind. But the nex Seson's Frute after the Cat was berrid, + the Gosberris was al hairy—and more Remarkable, the + Capilers <span class="pagenum"><a id="page376" name= + "page376"></a>[pg 376]</span> of the same bush was All of the + same hairy description.</p> + + <p>"I am, Sir, your humble servant,</p> + + <p>"THOMAS FROST."</p> + + <p>We have lately paid much attention to the subject of + Emigration, but quite in a different vein to the following, which + will introduce one of the cuts:—</p> + + <p>"Squampash Flatts, 9th Nov. 1827.</p> + + <p>"Dear Brother—Here we are, thank Providence, safe and + well, and in the finest country you ever saw. At this moment I + have before me the sublime expanse of Squampash Flatts—the + majestic Mudiboo winding through the midst—with the + magnificent range of the Squab mountains in the distance. But the + prospect is impossible to describe in a letter! I might as well + attempt a panorama in a pill-box! We have fixed our settlement on + the left bank of the river. In crossing the rapids we lost most + of our heavy baggage, and all our iron work; but, by great good + fortune, we saved Mrs. Paisley's grand piano, and the children's + toys. Our infant city consists of three log-huts and one of clay, + which, however, on the second day, fell in to the ground + landlords. We have now built it up again, and, all things + considered, are as comfortable as we could expect: and have + christened our settlement New London, in compliment to the old + metropolis. We have one of the log-houses to ourselves—or + at least shall have, when we have built a new hog-sty. We burnt + down the first one in making a bonfire to keep off the wild + beasts, and, for the present, the pigs are in the parlour. As yet + our rooms are rather usefully than elegantly furnished. We have + gutted the Grand Upright, and it makes a convenient cupboard; the + chairs were obliged to blaze at our bivouacs—but thank + Heaven, we have never leisure to sit down, and so do not miss + them. My boys are contented, and will be well when they have got + over some awkward accidents in lopping and felling. Mrs. P. + grumbles a little, but it is her custom to lament most when she + is in the midst of comforts: she complains of solitude, and says + she could enjoy the very stiffest of stiff visits. The first time + we lighted a fire in our new abode, a large serpent came down the + chimney, which I looked upon as a good omen. However, as Mrs. P. + is not partial to snakes, and the heat is supposed to attract + those reptiles, we have dispensed with fires ever since. As for + wild beasts, we hear them howling and roaring round the fence + every night from dusk till daylight; but we have only been + inconvenienced by one lion. The first time he came, in order to + get rid of the brute peaceably, we turned out an old ewe, with + which he was well satisfied, but ever since he comes to us as + regular as clock-work for his mutton; and if we do not soon + contrive to cut his acquaintance, we shall hardly have a sheep in + the flock. It would have been easy to shoot him, being well + provided with muskets; but Barnaby mistook our remnant of + gunpowder for onion seed, and sowed it all in the kitchen garden. + We did try to trap him into a pit-fall; but after twice catching + Mrs. P. and every one of the children in turn, it was given up. + They are now, however, perfectly at ease about the animal, for + they never stir out of doors at all; and, to make them quite + comfortable, I have blocked up all the windows, and barricaded + the door. We have lost only one of our number since we + came—namely, Diggory, the market-gardener, from Glasgow, + who went out one morning to botanize, and never came back. I am + much surprised at his absconding, as he had nothing but a spade + to go off with. Chippendale, the carpenter, was sent after him, + but did not return; and Gregory, the smith, has been out after + them these two days. I have just dispatched Mudge, the herdsman, + to look for all three, and hope he will soon give a good account + of them, as they are the most useful men in the whole settlement, + and, in fact, indispensable to its existence. The river Mudiboo + is deep and rapid, and said to swarm with alligators, though I + have heard but of three being seen at one time, and none of those + above eighteen feet long: this, however, is immaterial, as we do + not use the river fluid, which is thick and dirty, but draw all + our water from natural wells and tanks. Poisonous springs are + rather common, but are easily distinguished by containing no fish + or living animal. Those, however, which swarm with frogs, toads, + newts, efts, &c., are harmless, and may be safely used for + culinary purposes. In short, I know of no drawback but one, + which, I am sanguine, may be got over hereafter, and do earnestly + hope and advise, if things are no better in England than when I + left, you, and as many as you can persuade, will sell off all, + and come over to this African Paradise. The drawback I speak of + is this:—Although I have never seen any one of the + creatures, it is too certain that the mountains are inhabited by + a race of monkeys, whose cunning and mischievous talents exceed + even the most incredible stories of their tribe. <span class= + "pagenum"><a id="page377" name="page377"></a>[pg 377]</span> No + human art or vigilance seems of avail: we have planned + ambuscades, and watched night after night, but no attempt has + been made; yet the moment the guard was relaxed, we were stripped + without mercy. I am convinced they must have had spies night and + day on our motions—yet so secretly and cautiously, that no + glimpse of one has yet been seen by any of our people. Our last + crop was cut and carried off with the precision of an English + harvesting. Our spirit stores—(you will be amazed to hear + that these creatures pick locks with the dexterity of London + burglars)—have been broken open and ransacked, though half + the establishment were on the watch; and the brutes have been off + to their mountains, five miles distant, without even the dogs + giving an alarm. I could almost persuade myseif at times, such + are their supernatural knowledge, swiftness, and invisibility, + that we have to contend with evil spirits. I long for your + advice, to refer to on this subject; and am, dear Philip,</p> + + <p>"Your loving brother,<br /> + "AMBROSE MAWE.</p> + + <p>"P.S. Since writing the above, you will be concerned to hear + the body of poor Diggory has been found, horribly mangled by wild + beasts. The fate of Chippendale, Gregory, and Mudge is no longer + doubtful. The old lion has brought the lioness, and, the sheep + being all gone, they have made a joint attack upon the + bullock-house. The Mudiboo has overflowed, and Squampash Flatts + are a swamp. I have just discovered that the monkeys are my own + rascals, that I brought out from England. We are coming back as + fast as we can."</p> + + <h3>EMIGRATION:</h3> + + <div class="figure" style="width: 50%; float: left;"> + <a href="images/402-2.png"><img width="100%" src= + "images/402-2.png" alt= + "<I>Meeting a Settler.</I>" /></a> + + <center> + <i>Meeting a Settler.</i> + </center> + </div> + + <h3>THE CUTS.</h3> + + <p><i>A clear stage, and no favour:</i> a coach and horses on + their sides, with all the passengers' heels uppermost, in a + horse-pond.—<i>The air adapted to a Violin:</i> a fellow + flying a kite-fiddle in a field.—<i>"Those Evening + Bells:"</i> a postman and muffin-man.—<i>Shrimp Sauce to a + Lobster:</i> a little urchin putting out his tongue at a Foot + Guard.—<i>"Toe-ho:"</i> a sportsman caught in a + spring-trap.—<i>Boarded, Lodged, and Done for:</i> a wight + in the pillory, and a shower of brick-bats, dead cats, + &c.—<i>"A Constable's Miscellany:"</i> a crowd of + offenders, preceded by the man in office, + staff-in-hand.—<i>Unlicensed Victuallers:</i> a couple of + greyhounds seizing a dinner. <i>"She walks in beauty, like the + night:"</i> a black girl, shaded by a broad leaf.—<i>Boxer + and Pincher:</i> a pair of dogs taking snuff together.—<i>A + Round Robin:</i> a red-breast in the shape of a ball.— + <i>Hook and Eye:</i> a parrot on a perch.—<i>A Leading + Article:</i> a jockey a-head in a race.—<i>A + Sweepstakes—"Every jockey has a jenny:"</i> sweeps on + donkeys.—<i>Soap-orifics and Sud-orifics:</i> two busy + washerwomen.—<i>A Court Day:</i> a crowd sheltered from the + rain, beneath "Poppin's Court." These are but a few of the + eighty-seven drolleries of the cuts and plates, which have more + fun and humour than all the pantomime tricks and changes of our + time; they are worth all the fine conceits of all the great + painters of any age, and the pun and patter which accompany them + are excellent. We give one of the tail-pieces:</p> + + <div class="figure" style="width: 50%; float: right;"> + <a href="images/402-3.png"><img width="100%" src= + "images/402-3.png" alt= + "<i>Breaking up--No Holiday.</i>" /></a> + + <center> + <i>Breaking up—no Holiday.</i> + </center> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>EMMANUEL.</h3> + + <p>This little work is "decidedly of a religious character," and, + to quote the preface, "its contents are in unison with the + sanctity of its title." The editor is the Rev. W. Shepherd, the + author of <i>Clouds and Sunshine;</i> and we quote an extract + from one of his contributions: its gravities will blend with the + gaieties of our sheet. The passage occurs in "Holy + Associations:"—</p> + + <p>"But there are other feelings besides those of mortality which + are closely connected with a churchyard. Whilst from the ashes of + the dead comes forth a voice which solemnly proclaims, 'The end + of all things is at hand,' there arises also to the + well-regulated mind a scene of <span class="pagenum"><a id= + "page378" name="page378"></a>[pg 378]</span> still greater + interest—one more in unison with the soul. There is a kind + of indescribable sympathy, which, like the sentiment of the + prophet of Judah, prompts us to wish that our bones may lie by + the side of our brethren in the sepulchre. This feeling is part + of our nature, and belongs to that universal link which connects + and binds man to man, and continues the chain till lost in the + essence of divinity....</p> + + <p>"What, indeed! can mark a greater alienation of the soul from + its original nature, than the infidelity which chooses for the + bed of the grave spots unhallowed by religious associations. They + who deny their God, and cavil at his Word, can have no reverence + for places which, like his houses of prayer and the consecrated + receptacles of the dead, derive all their sanctity and influence + from a belief in his mercies, and a sense of our + demerits—hence, having banished themselves from their + Father's house, they are content to 'lie down in the grave like + the beasts that perish.' Whilst, on the contrary, the simply + virtuous, the sincerely religious, the soberly pious, without + attaching any value as to the future destination of the soul, to + the spot in which its earthly sister may crumble to its kindred + dust, cherish the pleasing hope that their mortal bodies may + repose in those places alone which religion hallows. They long + not for pleasure grottos or druidical coppices, in which to be + gathered to their fathers, but dwelling with chastened hope on + the glories of the resurrection, they desire their mortal + particles may be found when the Lord cometh to complete his + victory over the grave, in the spot, and contiguous to the house + 'in which he has chosen to place his name there.'</p> + + <p>"From the same fountain of ethereal purity, deduced through + this genuine principle of amiability, is derived that love of + country which makes his Alps and Avalanches dear to the Swiss, + and suggested that beautiful image to the Mantuan muse, of the + Grecian soldier remembering in the last struggles of death his + pleasant Argos. It is this which makes us revert, with ever + verdant freshness, to our homes and native places, and binds us + to the land of our birth with adamantine links. From the burning + desarts of sunny Africa—from the wild tornados of the gusty + West—from the mountains of ice piled by a thousand ages, + like impassable barriers round each frozen pole—from the + fertile plains and trackless forests of Australia, frequently + rises, like a breeze of sweetest incense, the fond remembrance of + our <i>native land</i>; which, even in bosoms scathed by storm + and pilgrimage, causes to spring up, like a sudden fountain in a + barren waste, the gushing images of the scenes of home, and all + their prime deliciousness."</p> + + <p>There are seventy-five pieces in prose and verse, narrative + and descriptive.—The price and pretensions would not allow + costly engravings; and, with the exception of a beautiful + architectural frontispiece, by Mr. Britton, F.S.A. the + embellishments are but meagre. This plate is accompanied by a + brief paper on Christian Architecture, at the close of which Mr. + Britton says, "The frontispiece has been composed from the + architectural members of the west front of <i>York Minster</i>; + and it shows that the monastic artist who designed that + magnificent facade, gave to it a decided, unequivocal Christian + character."</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE BIJOU</h2> + + <p>Is very properly entitled "An Annual of Literature and <i>the + Arts</i>," since considerably more attention seems to have been + paid to the Illustrations than to their accompaniments. Few of + the prose or verse pieces present much novelty of matter or + manner; but the following will, perhaps, be esteemed a + curiosity:—</p> + + <h3>PORTRAIT OF UGO FOSCOLO.</h3> + + <p>(<i>From the Italian</i>,) <i>by Himself</i>.</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>A furrow'd brow, intent and deep sunk eyes,</p> + + <p>Fair hair, lean cheeks, are mine, and aspect bold;</p> + + <p>The proud quick lip, where seldom smiles arise,</p> + + <p>Bent head and fine form'd neck, breast rough and cold,</p> + + <p>Limbs well compos'd; simple in dress, yet choice:</p> + + <p>Swift or to move, act, think, or thoughts unfold;</p> + + <p>Temperate, firm, kind, unus'd to flattering lies,</p> + + <p>Adverse to th' world, adverse to me of old.</p> + + <p>Oftimes alone and mournful. Evermore</p> + + <p>Most pensive—all unmov'd by hope or fear:</p> + + <p>By shame made timid, and by anger brave—</p> + + <p class="i2">My subtle reason speaks; but, ah! I rave,</p> + + <p>'Twixt vice and virtue, hardly know to steer</p> + + <p>Death may for me have FAME and rest in store.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>There is an abundance of Sonnets and short pieces which would + dovetail in our columns, were we tempted by their merit to + extract them; but, in place of enumerating them, we notice the + Engravings, some of which are excellent specimens of art. Among + these is a Portrait of THE KING, by Ensom, from a painting by Sir + Thomas Lawrence, in the collection of Sir William Knighton, Bart. + Next is Ada, a Portrait of a Young Lady, delicately engraved by + T.A. Dean, after Sir Thomas Lawrence. The print is about the size + of a crown-piece, a perfect <i>gem—a <span class= + "pagenum"><a id="page379" name="page379"></a>[pg 379]</span> + bijou</i> in itself. The African Daughter, by Sangster, from a + picture by Bonington, abounds with vigorous and effective + touches; some of the lights are extremely brilliant. Next is the + Portrait of Mrs. Arbuthnot, by W. Ensom, from the President's + picture, full of grace and life, and richly meriting the term + exquisite: nothing can be finer than the dark luxuriant hair + contrasted with the alabaster delicacy and elegance of the + features; the eyes too beam with benignant expressiveness. + Wilkie's Bag-Piper has been powerfully engraved by Aug. Fox; and + a Portrait of Lady Jane Grey, after De Heere, is an interesting + variety. Milton composing Paradise Lost, from a drawing by + Stothard, is far from our taste; but the Blue Bell, by Fox, from + a picture by W.A. Hastings, somewhat atones for the previous + failure: its prettiness is of the first class.</p> + + <p>Our notice has extended to all the Engravings except + one—Rosalind and Celia—about which, the less said the + better. There are, perhaps, too many portraits in the collection, + but taken apart, they are among the first-rate productions of + their class.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE FORGET-ME-NOT.</h2> + + <p>Eighty-three pieces in verse and prose are the <i>modicum</i> + of entertainment in this delightful little work. Of course we + cannot enumerate a quarter of their titles, but only mention a + few of the most striking. Among the prose is "A Quarter of an + Hour too soon," by the author of "The Hour too many," in the last + Forget-Me-Not. Our favourite story is <i>The Red Man</i>, by the + Modern Pythagorean of Blackwood, which we quote almost + entire:—</p> + + <p>"It was at the hour of nine, in an August evening, that a + solitary horseman arrived at the Black Swan, a country inn, about + nine miles from the town of Leicester. He was mounted on a large, + fiery charger, as black as jet, and had behind him a portmanteau + attached to the croup of his saddle. A black travelling cloak, + which not only covered his own person, but the greater part of + his steed, was thrown around him. On his head he wore a + broad-brimmed hat, with an uncommonly low crown. His legs were + cased in top-boots, to which were attached spurs of an + extraordinary length; and in his hands he carried a whip, with a + thong three yards long, and a handle which might have levelled + Goliath himself. On arriving at the inn, he calmly dismounted, + and called upon the ostler by name. 'Frank!' said he, 'take my + horse to the stable; rub him down thoroughly; and, when he is + well cooled, step in and let me know.' And, taking hold of his + portmanteau, he entered the kitchen, followed by the obsequious + landlord, who had come out a minute before, on hearing of his + arrival. There were several persons present, engaged in nearly + the same occupation. At one side of the fire sat the village + schoolmaster—a thin, pale, peak-nosed little man, with a + powdered periwig, terminating behind in a long queue, and an + expression of self-conceit strongly depicted upon his + countenance. He was amusing himself with a pipe, from which he + threw forth volumes of smoke with an air of great satisfaction. + Opposite to him sat the parson of the parish—a fat, + bald-headed personage, dressed in a rusty suit of black, and + having his shoes adorned with immense silver buckles. Between + these two characters sat the exciseman, with a pipe in one hand, + and a tankard in the other. To complete the group, nothing is + wanting but to mention the landlady, a plump, rosy dame of + thirty-five, who was seated by the schoolmaster's side, + apparently listening to some sage remarks which that little + gentleman was throwing out for her edification. But to return to + the stranger. No sooner had he entered the kitchen, followed by + the landlord, than the eyes of the company were directed upon + him. His hat was so broad in the brim, his spurs were so long, + his stature so great, and his face so totally hid by the collar + of his immense black cloak, that he instantly attracted the + attention of every person present. His voice, when he desired the + master of the house to help him off with his mantle, was likewise + so harsh, that they all heard it with sudden curiosity. Nor did + this abate when the cloak was removed, and his hat laid aside. A + tall, athletic, red-haired man, of the middle age, was then made + manifest. He had on a red frock coat, a red vest, and a red + neckcloth; nay, his gloves were red! What was more extraordinary, + when the overalls which covered his thighs were unbuttoned, it + was discovered that his small-clothes were red likewise. 'All + red!' ejaculated the parson almost involuntarily. 'As you say, + the gentleman is all red!' added the schoolmaster, with his + characteristic flippancy. He was checked by a look from the + landlady. His remark, however, caught the stranger's ear, and he + turned round upon him with a penetrating glance. The schoolmaster + tried to smoke it off bravely. It would not do: <span class= + "pagenum"><a id="page380" name="page380"></a>[pg 380]</span> he + felt the power of that look, and was reduced to almost immediate + silence.</p> + + <p>"'Now, bring me your boot-jack,' said the horseman. The + boot-jack was brought, and the boots pulled off. To the + astonishment of the company, a pair of red stockings were brought + into view. The landlord shrugged his shoulders, the exciseman did + the same, the landlady shook her head, the parson exclaimed, 'All + red!' as before, and the schoolmaster would have repeated it, but + he had not yet recovered from the rebuke. 'Faith, this is odd!' + observed the host. 'Rather odd,' said the stranger, seating + himself between the parson and the exciseman. The landlord was + confounded, and did not know what to think of the matter. After + sitting for a few moments, the new-comer requested the host to + hand him a night-cap, which he would find in his hat. He did so: + it was a red worsted one; and he put it upon his head. Here the + exciseman broke silence, by ejaculating, 'Red again!' The + landlady gave him an admonitory knock on the elbow: it was too + late. The stranger heard his remark, and regarded him with one of + those piercing glances for which his fiery eye seemed so + remarkable. 'All red!' murmured the parson once more. 'Yes, + Doctor Poundtext, the gentleman, as you say, is all red,' + re-echoed the schoolmaster, who by this time had recovered his + self-possession. He would have gone on, but the landlady gave him + a fresh admonition, by trampling upon his toes; and her husband + winked in token of silence.</p> + + <p>"As in the case of the exciseman, the warnings were too late. + 'Now, landlord,' said the stranger, after he had been seated a + minute, 'may I trouble you to get me a pipe and a can of your + best Burton? But, first of all, open my portmanteau, and give me + out my slippers.' The host did as he was desired, and produced a + pair of red morocco slippers. Here an involuntary exclamation + broke out from the company. It began with the parson, and was + taken up by the schoolmaster, the exciseman, the landlady, and + the landlord, in succession. 'More red!' proceeded from every + lip, with different degrees of loudness. The landlord's was the + least loud, the schoolmaster's the loudest of all. 'I suppose, + gentlemen,' said the stranger, 'you were remarking upon my + slippers.'—'Eh—yes! we were just saying that they + were red,' replied the schoolmaster. 'And pray,' demanded the + other, as he raised the pipe to his mouth, 'did you never before + see a pair of red slippers?' This question staggered the + respondent; he said nothing, but looked to the parson for + assistance. 'But you are all red,' observed the latter, taking a + full draught from a foaming tankard which he held in his hand. + 'And you are all black,' said the other, as he withdrew the pipe + from his mouth, and emitted a copious puff of tobacco smoke. 'The + hat that covers your numskull is black, your beard is black, your + coat is black, your vest is black, your small-clothes, your + stockings, your shoes, all are black. In a word, Doctor + Poundtext, you are——' 'What am I, sir?' said the + parson, bursting with rage. 'Ay, what is he, sir?' rejoined the + schoolmaster. 'He is a black coat,' said the stranger, with a + contemptuous sneer, 'and you are a pedagogue.' This sentence was + followed by a profound calm."</p> + + <p>The stranger goes to the stable, and returns.</p> + + <p>"The appearance of the Red Man again acted like a spell on the + voices of the company. The parson was silent, and by a natural + consequence his echo, the schoolmaster, was silent also; none of + the others felt disposed to say any thing. The meeting was like + an assemblage of quakers. ...</p> + + <p>"'Who can this man be?' 'What does he want here?' 'Where is he + from, and whither is he bound?' Such were the inquiries which + occupied every mind. Had the object of their curiosity been a + brown man, a black man, or even a green man, there would have + been nothing extraordinary; and he might have entered the inn and + departed from it as unquestioned as before he came. But to be a + Red Man! There was in this something so startling that the + lookers-on were beside themselves with amazement. The first to + break this strange silence was the parson. 'Sir,' said he, 'we + have been thinking that you are——' 'That I am a + conjurer, a French spy, a travelling packman, or something of the + sort,' observed the stranger. Doctor Poundtext started back on + his chair, and well he might; for these words, which the Man in + Red had spoken, were the very ones he himself was about to utter. + 'Who are you, sir?' resumed he, in manifest perturbation; 'what + is your name?' 'My name,' replied the other, 'is Reid.' 'And + where, in heaven's name, were you born?' demanded the astonished + parson. 'I was born on the borders of the Red Sea.'</p> + + <p>"Doctor Poundtext had not another word to say. The + schoolmaster was <span class="pagenum"><a id="page381" name= + "page381"></a>[pg 381]</span> equally astounded, and withdrew the + pipe from his mouth; that of the exciseman dropped to the ground: + the landlord groaned aloud, and his spouse held up her hands in + mingled astonishment and awe. After giving them this last piece + of information, the strange man arose from his seat, broke his + pipe in pieces, and pitched the fragments into the fire; then, + throwing his long cloak carelessly over his shoulders, putting + his hat upon his head, and loading himself with his boots, his + whip, and his portmanteau, he desired the landlord to show him to + his bed, and left the kitchen, after smiling sarcastically to its + inmates, and giving them a familiar and unceremonious nod.</p> + + <p>"His disappearance was the signal for fresh alarm in the minds + of those left behind. Not a word was said till the return of the + innkeeper, who in a short time descended from the bedroom + overhead, to which he had conducted his guest. On re-entering the + kitchen, he was encountered by a volley of interrogations. The + parson, the schoolmaster, the exciseman, and his own wife, + questioned him over and over again. 'Who was the Man in + Red?—he must have seen him before—he must have heard + of him—in a word, he must know something about him.' The + host protested 'that he never beheld the stranger till that hour: + it was the first time he had made his appearance at the Black + Swan, and so help him God, it should be the last!' 'Why don't you + turn him out?' exclaimed the exciseman. 'If you think you are + able to do it, you are heartily welcome,' replied the landlord; + 'for my part, I have no notion of coming to close quarters with + the shank of his whip, or his great, red, sledge hammer + fist.'</p> + + <p>"This was an irresistible argument, and the proposer of + forcible ejectment said no more upon the subject. At this time + the party could hear the noise of heavy footsteps above them. + They were those of the Red Man, and sounded with slow and + measured tread. They listened for a quarter of an hour longer, in + expectation that they would cease. There was no pause: the steps + continued, and seemed to indicate that the person was amusing + himself by walking up and down the room. It would be impossible + to describe the multiplicity of feelings which agitated the minds + of the company. Fear, surprise, anger, and curiosity, ruled them + by turns and kept them incessantly upon the rack. There was + something mysterious in the visiter who had just left + them—something which they could not fathom—something + unaccountable. 'Who could he be?' This was the question that each + put to the other, but no one could give any thing like a rational + answer. Meanwhile the evening wore on apace, and though the bell + of the parish church hard by sounded the tenth hour, no one + seemed inclined to take the hint to depart. Even the parson heard + it without regard, to such a pitch was his curiosity excited. + About this time also the sky, which had hitherto been tolerably + clear, began to be overclouded. Distant peals of thunder were + heard; and thick sultry drops of rain pattered at intervals + against the casement of the inn: every thing seemed to indicate a + tempestuous evening. But the storm which threatened to rage + without was unnoticed.—Though the drops fell heavily; + though gleams of lightning flashed by, followed by the report of + distant thunder, and the winds began to hiss and whistle among + the trees of the neighbouring cemetery, yet all these external + signs of elementary tumult were as nothing to the deep, solemn + footsteps of the Red Man. There seemed to be no end to his + walking. An hour had he paced up and down the chamber without the + least interval of repose, and he was still engaged in this + occupation as at first. In this there was something incredibly + mysterious; and the party below, notwithstanding their numbers, + felt a vague and indescribable dread beginning to creep over + them. The more they reflected upon the character of the stranger, + the more unnatural did it appear. The redness of his hair and + complexion, and, still more the fiery hue of his garment, struck + them with astonishment. But this was little to the freezing and + benumbing glance of his eye, the strange tones of his voice, and + his miraculous birth on the borders of the Red Sea.</p> + + <p>"There was now no longer any smoking in the kitchen. The + subjects which occupied their minds were of too engrossing a + nature to be treated with levity; and they drew their chairs + closer, with a sort of irresistible and instinctive attraction. + While these things were going on, the bandy-legged ostler + entered, in manifest alarm. He came to inform his master that the + stranger's horse had gone mad, and was kicking and tearing at + every thing around, as if he would break his manger in pieces. + Here a loud neighing and rushing were heard in the stable. 'Ay, + there he goes,' continued he, 'I believe the devil is in the + beast, if he is not the old enemy himself. Ods, master, if you + saw his eyes! they are like—' 'What are they <span class= + "pagenum"><a id="page382" name="page382"></a>[pg 382]</span> + like?' demanded the landlord. 'Ay, what are they like?' exclaimed + the rest with equal impatience. 'Ods, if they a'n't like burning + coals!' ejaculated the ostler, trembling from head to foot, and + sqeezing himself in among the others, on a chair which stood hard + by. His information threw fresh alarm over the company, and they + were more agitated and confused than ever.</p> + + <p>"During the whole of this time the sound of walking over-head + never ceased for one moment. The heavy tread was unabated: there + was not the least interval of repose, nor could a pendulum have + been more regular in its motions. Had there been any relaxation, + any pause, any increase or any diminution of rapidity in the + footsteps, they would have been endurable; but there was no such + thing; the same deadening monotonous, stupifying sound continued, + like clock-work, to operate incessantly above their heads. Nor + was there any abatement of the storm without; the wind blowing + among the trees of the cemetery in a sepulchral moan; the rain + beating against the panes of glass with the impetuous loudness of + hail; and lightning and thunder flashing and pealing at brief + intervals through the murky firmament. The noise of the elements + was indeed frightful; and it was heightened by the voice of the + sable steed, like that of a spirit of darkness; but the whole, as + we have just hinted, was as nothing to the deep, solemn, + mysterious treading of the Red Man."</p> + + <p>The party argue themselves into the belief that he is indeed + the enemy of mankind.</p> + + <p>"'If more proof is wanting,' resumed the parson, after a + pause, 'only look to his dress. What Christian would think of + travelling about the country in red? It is a type of the + hell-fire from which he is sprung.' 'Did you observe his hair + hanging down his back like a bunch of carrots?' asked the + exciseman. 'Such a diabolical glance in his eye!' said the + schoolmaster. 'Such a voice!' added the landlord: 'it is like the + sound of a cracked clarionet.' 'His feet are not cloven,' + observed the landlady. 'No matter,' exclaimed the landlord, 'the + devil, when he chooses, can have as good legs as his neighbours.' + 'Better than some of them,' quoth the lady, looking peevishly at + the lower limbs of her husband. Meanwhile the incessant treading + continued unabated, although two long hours had passed since its + commencement. There was not the slightest cessation to the sound, + while out of doors the storm raged with violence, and in the + midst of it the hideous neighing and stamping of the black horse + were heard with pre-eminent loudness. At this time the fire of + the kitchen began to burn low; the sparkling blaze was gone, and + in its stead nothing but a dead red lustre emanated from the + grate. One candle had just expired, having burned down to the + socket; of the one which remained, the unsnuffed wick was nearly + three inches in length, black and crooked at the point, and + standing like a ruined tower amid an envelopement of sickly + yellow flame; while around the fire's equally decaying lustre sat + the frightened <i>coterie</i>, narrowing their circle as its + brilliancy faded away, and eyeing each other like apparitions + amidst the increasing gloom.</p> + + <p>"At this time the clock of the steeple struck the hour of + midnight, and the tread of the stranger suddenly ceased. There + was a pause for some minutes—afterwards a + rustling—then a noise as of something drawn along the floor + of his room. In a moment thereafter his door opened; then it shut + with violence, and heavy footsteps were heard trampling down the + stair. The inmates of the kitchen shook with alarm as the tread + came nearer. They expected every moment to behold the Red Man + enter, and stand before them in his native character. The + landlady fainted outright: the exciseman followed her example: + the landlord gasped in an agony of terror: and the schoolmaster + uttered a pious ejaculation for the behoof of his soul. Dr. + Poundtext was the only one who preserved any degree of composure. + He managed, in a trembling voice, to call out 'Avaunt, Satan! I + exorcise thee from hence to the bottom of the Red Sea!' 'I am + going, as fast as I can,' said the stranger, as he passed the + kitchen-door on his way to the open air. His voice aroused the + whole conclave from their stupor. They started up, and by a + simultaneous effort rushed to the window. There they beheld the + tall figure of a man, enveloped in a black cloak, walking across + the yard on his way to the stable. He had on a broad-brimmed, + low-crowned hat, top-boots, with enormous spurs, and carried a + gigantic whip in one hand, and a portmanteau in the other. He + entered the stable, remained there about three minutes, and came + out leading forth his fiery steed thoroughly accoutred. In the + twinkling of an eye he got upon his back, waved his hand to the + company, who were surveying him through the window, and clapping + spurs to his charger, galloped off furiously, with a <span class= + "pagenum"><a id="page383" name="page383"></a>[pg 383]</span> + hideous and unnatural laugh, through the midst of the storm.</p> + + <p>"On going up stairs to the room which the devil had honoured + with his presence, the landlord found that his infernal majesty + had helped himself to every thing he could lay his hands upon, + having broken into his desk and carried off twenty-five guineas + of king's money, a ten pound Bank of England note, and sundry + articles, such as seals, snuff-boxes, &c. Since that time he + has not been seen in these quarters, and if he should, he will do + well to beware of Doctor Poundtext, who is a civil magistrate as + well as a minister, and who, instead of exorcising him to the + bottom of the Red Sea, may perhaps exorcise him to the interior + of Leicester gaol, to await his trial before the judges of the + midland circuit."</p> + + <p>Next is the Omen, by Mr. Galt, a powerful sketch. Affixed to + St. Feinah's Tree, a Legend of Loch Neagh, we notice the + signature of an esteemed correspondent, (M.L.B.) whose taste and + ingenuity entitle her to high rank among the contributors to the + present work. Kemp, the Bandit, by Delta, is an interesting tale; + Life and Shade, a Portuguese Sketch, by Mrs. M. Baillie, is in + her best narrative style; and Seeking the Houdy, by the Ettrick + Shepherd, is in his happiest familiar vein. The curiosity of the + volume, and indeed, the only poetical contribution we have room + to notice, is the following lines of Lord Byron, written in his + boyhood, to "Mary," (Mrs. Musters,) about a year before her + marriage:—</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Adieu to sweet Mary for ever;</p> + + <p class="i2">From her I must quickly depart;</p> + + <p>Though the Fates us from each other sever,</p> + + <p class="i2">Still her image will dwell in my heart.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The flame that within my heart burns,</p> + + <p class="i2">Is unlike what in lovers hearts glows;</p> + + <p>The love which for Mary I feel,</p> + + <p class="i2">Is far purer than Cupid bestows.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I wish not your peace to disturb,</p> + + <p class="i2">I wish not your joys to molest,</p> + + <p>Mistake not my passion for Love,</p> + + <p class="i2">'Tis your friendship alone I request.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Not ten thousand lovers could feel</p> + + <p class="i2">The friendship my bosom contains;</p> + + <p>It will ever within my heart dwell,</p> + + <p class="i2">While the warm blood flows through my + veins.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>May the ruler of heaven look down,</p> + + <p class="i2">And my Mary from evil defend;</p> + + <p>Mny she ne'er know adversity's frown,</p> + + <p class="i2">May her happiness ne'er have an end.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Once more, my sweet Mary, adieu;</p> + + <p class="i2">Farewell; I with anguish repeat,</p> + + <p>For ever I'll think upon you,</p> + + <p class="i2">While this heart in my bosom shall beat.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>The Editor has subjoined a note, explaining his reason for + printing these "schoolboy rhymes," which, of course, is not for + their literary merit; still, in comparison with many of Lord + Byron's after productions, what the present want of head, others + lack of heart, and this is a home truth which his warmest + admirers must acknowledge.</p> + + <p>The Illustrations are varied and interesting. One of + them—the Death of the Dove, engraved by W. Finden, from a + picture by T. Stewardson, is remarkably expressive. The Ghaut, by + E. Finden, after W. Daniell, is an exquisite Oriental scene. The + Frontispiece, Wilkie's Spanish Princess, is finely engraved by R. + Greaves; and Mr. H. Le Keux has done ample justice to the + Plâce de Jeanne d'Arc, Rouen, from a picturesque drawing, + by S. Prout: the lights and shadows being very effectively + managed. But we must be chary of our room, as we have other + claimants at hand.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE JUVENILE FORGET-ME-NOT.</h2> + + <p>This little work is a sort of <i>protegé</i> of <i>The + Forget-Me-Not</i>, and is by the same editor. It contains fifty + pieces in verse and prose, and eight pleasing plates and a + vignette—all which will please the little folks more than + our description of them would their elders. Nearly all of them + contain several figures, but one—The Riding + School—about twenty boys <i>playing at Soldiers</i>, horse + and foot, very pleasantly illustrates an observation in a recent + number of the Edinburgh Review, on the dramatic character of the + amusements of children. The scene is a large, ancient, + dilapidated building, and the little people personate the Duke of + Wellington, the Marquess of Anglesea, &c., with all the + precision of military tactics—but no one has a taste for + being a private. So it is through life.</p> + + <p>Our extract is almost a literary curiosity:</p> + + <h3>"THE INVALID'S PIPE.<a id="footnotetag2" name= + "footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a></h3> + + <p>"It was not far from the Castle of Fürstenstein, near the + spot where the gallant Blucher, with the brave army of Silesia, + won such glory, that the Baron of Fürstenstein met a maimed + soldier, who was endeavouring to reach Berlin to claim his + pension, and whose age denoted that his wounds had long been his + honourable though painful companions. The Baron, observing a very + richly mounted pipe in the old man's possession, accosted him + with, 'God bless you, old soldier! does your pipe comfort you + this morning?' The pipe which the old soldier was smoking was + <span class="pagenum"><a id="page384" name="page384"></a>[pg + 384]</span> made of a curious sort of porcelain, and mounted with + gold. The Baron wondered to see so costly a pipe in the old + soldier's possession, and wishing to purchase it from him, said, + 'My friend! what shall I give you for your pipe?'</p> + + <p>"'Oh, sir!' replied the soldier, shaking his head, 'this pipe + I can never part with; it was the gift of the bravest of men, who + took it from a Turkish Bashaw at the battle of Belgrade. There, + sir, thanks to Prince Eugene, we obtained noble + spoils—there, where our troops so bravely destroyed the + Turkish squadrons.'</p> + + <p>"'Talk another time of your exploits, my friend,' said the + nobleman; 'here take this double ducat, and give me your pipe; I + feel an insurmountable wish to possess it.'</p> + + <p>"'I am a poor man, sir, and have nothing to live upon but my + pension; yet I would not part with this pipe for all the gold + that you possess. Listen, sir, and I will relate to you the story + of this pipe, which is remarkable, or my poverty would long ere + now have induced me to sell it:—As we Hussars were charging + over the enemy, a shot from the ranks of the Janissaries pierced + our noble captain through the breast; I caught him in my arms, + placed him on my horse, and carried him out of the confusion of + the battle. It was an irresistible sensation of gratitude that + prompted me to do so, for he had once rescued me when I was + wounded and taken prisoner. I watched over him to the latest + moment; and a few moments before his death, he gave me his purse + and this pipe, then pressed my hand and breathed his last sigh. + Heroic spirit! never shall I forget him!'</p> + + <p>"As he thus spoke, the tears fell fast from the old man's + eyes; but he soon recovered himself, and proceeded—'The + money I gave to the worthy landlord under whose roof he died, and + who had been thrice plundered by the enemy; the pipe I kept as a + sacred remembrance of the brave. In every situation, and through + all the vicissitudes of my life, I have taken care to preserve it + as a sacred relic, whether pursuing or retreating from the enemy; + and when it was not in use, I placed it for safety withing my + boot. At the battle of Prague, a cannon-ball unfortunately + carried my right leg and pipe away together. My first thought was + to secure the safety of my pipe, for at the moment I felt but + little pain, and then———'</p> + + <p>"'Stop, soldier; your story is too affecting! O tell me, I + entreat you, who was the brave man, that I may also honour and + respect his memory?'</p> + + <p>"'His name was Walter von Fürstenstein; and I have heard + that his family was of Silesia, and that his estates lay in that + province.'</p> + + <p>"'Gracious God!' ejaculated the nobleman, 'he was my father! + and the estates you mention, good old man, are now mine. Come, + friend, forget all your sorrows, and live with me under that same + Walter's roof whom you so faithfully served; and come and eat of + Walter's bread, and partake of that comfort which your age + demands, and which my gratitude for your services to the best of + fathers is ready to bestow. I am too deeply affected to say more + at present; enter this mansion, where you shall repose in peace + for the remainder of your life!'</p> + + <p>"'Thanks, noble sir, I accept your generous charity; the son + of Walter von Fürstenstein is worthy of such a father. Here, + sir, take this relic (presenting the pipe)—it is a memorial + of that Providence which has so miraculously conducted me from + the father to the son.'</p> + + <p>"The pipe still remains hung up among the family trophies in + the Castle of Fürstenstein."</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE IRIS.</h2> + <hr /> + + <p>The reader may perhaps require to be told that this work is "a + Literary and Religious Offering," or Annual. It has been + tastefully and judiciously edited by the Rev. F. Dale, M.A., and + its <i>characterestics</i>, if we may use the term, are several + productions of his highly imaginative and powerful pen. These + accompany, or rather are accompanied by a series of Engravings + from pictures, by old masters, on the subject of the Life of our + Saviour. The other pieces, upwards of forty in number, blend the + grave with the gayer or lighter subjects.</p> + + <p>Among the embellishments are the Madonna and Child, from + Murillo; half-figure of the Saviour, and St. John, and St. + Magdalen, all from Carlo Dolci; The flight into Egypt, from + Claude; Christ expounding the Law, from Leonardo da Vinci; the + Incredulity of St. Thomas, from L. Caracci; Hagar and Ishmael, + from Barocci. The idea of transferring the pictures of the old + masters to the present work in place of original designs, is + excellent, and the style in which this arduous task has been + executed, is creditable to the talents of the respective + artists.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <blockquote class="footnote"> + <a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a> <b>Footnote 1</b>: + <a href="#footnotetag1">(return)</a> + + <p>Some nice calculators have estimated that the various sums + received by Mr. Wilkie for the supplies he has furnished to the + Illustrations of the Annuals of the coming season amount to + upwards of £1,000.—<i>Athenaeum</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <blockquote class="footnote"> + <a id="footnote2" name="footnote2"></a> <b>Footnote 2</b>: + <a href="#footnotetag2">(return)</a> + + <p>This story has been transmitted to the Editor as the genuine + production of the son of a British military officer, only nine + years of age, and composed from a circumstance which actually + occurred in a noble German family.</p> + </blockquote> + <hr class="full" /> + + <p><i>Printed and Published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, (near + Somerset House,) London; sold by ERNEST FLEISCHER, 626, New + Market, Leipsic; and by all Newsmen and Booksellers</i>.</p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11457 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/11457-h/images/402-1.png b/11457-h/images/402-1.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3baef35 --- /dev/null +++ b/11457-h/images/402-1.png diff --git a/11457-h/images/402-2.png b/11457-h/images/402-2.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b94d0b --- /dev/null +++ b/11457-h/images/402-2.png diff --git a/11457-h/images/402-3.png b/11457-h/images/402-3.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d051cc2 --- /dev/null +++ b/11457-h/images/402-3.png |
