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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11519 ***</div>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page65" name="page65"></a>[pg
+65]</span>
+<h1>THE MIRROR<br />
+OF<br />
+LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.</h1>
+<hr class="full" />
+<table width="100%" summary="Volume, Number, and Date">
+<tr>
+<td align="left"><b>Vol. XIV. No. 383.</b></td>
+<td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, AUGUST 1, 1829.</b></td>
+<td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>TUNBRIDGE WELLS.</h2>
+<div class="figure" style="width:100%;"><a href=
+"images/383-001.png"><img width="100%" src="images/383-001.png"
+alt="TUNBRIDGE WELLS IN 1748." /></a></div>
+<p>With sketches of Dr. Johnson, Cibber, Garrick, Lyttleton,
+Richardson, &amp;c. &amp;c. <i>For Explanation, see the annexed
+page.</i></p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page66" name="page66"></a>[pg
+66]</span>
+<p><i>References to the Characters in the Engraving.</i></p>
+<p>1. Dr. Johnson.&mdash;2. Bishop of Salisbury (Dr.
+Gilbert.)&mdash;3. Lord Harcourt.&mdash;4. Cotley Cibber.&mdash;5.
+Mr. Garrick.&mdash;6. Mrs. Frasi, the singer.&mdash;7. Mr.
+Nash.&mdash;8. Miss Chudleigh (Duchess of Kingston.)&mdash;9. Mr.
+Pitt (Earl of Chatham.)&mdash;10. A. Onslow, Esq. (the
+Speaker.)&mdash;11. Lord Powis.&mdash;12. Duchess of
+Norfolk.&mdash;13. Miss Peggy Banks&mdash;14. Lady
+Lincoln&mdash;15. Mr. (afterwards Lord) Lyttleton.&mdash;16. The
+Baron (a German gamester.)&mdash;17. Samuel Richardson.&mdash;18.
+Mrs. Onslow.&mdash;20. Mrs. Johnson (the Doctor's wife.)&mdash;21.
+Mr. Whiston&mdash;22. Loggan, the artist.&mdash;23. Woman of the
+Wells.</p>
+<p>Tunbridge, or as old folks still call it, "the Wells," was a
+gay, anecdotical resort of the last century, and about as different
+from the fashionable haunts of the present, as St. James's is to
+Russel Square, or an old English mansion to the egg-shell
+architecture of yesterday. In its best days, it was second only to
+Bath, and little did its belles and beaux dream of the fishified
+village of Brighthelmstone, in the adjoining county, spreading to a
+city, and being docked of its syllabic proportions to the
+<i>Brighton</i> of ears polite.</p>
+<p>The annexed Engraving represents Tunbridge Wells about 80 years
+ago, or in the year 1748. It is copied from a drawing which
+belonged to Samuel Richardson, the novelist, and was found among
+his papers at his death in 1761. The original is in the possession
+of Sir Richard Phillips, who published Richardson's
+<i>Correspondence</i>, in 1804; it contains portrait figures of all
+the celebrated characters who were at Tunbridge Wells, in August,
+1748, at which time Richardson was likewise there, and beneath the
+drawing is the above key, or the names of the characters, in the
+hand-writing of the novelist.</p>
+<p>But the pleasantest illustration that we can supply is the
+following extract from one of Richardson's Letters to Miss
+Westcomb, which represents the gaiety and flirtation of the place
+in very attractive colours. At this time Richardson was at
+Tunbridge Wells for the benefit of his health; but he says, "I had
+rather be in a desert, than in a place so public and so giddy, if I
+may call the place so from its frequenters. But these waters were
+almost the only thing in medicine that I had not tried; and, as my
+disorder seemed to increase, I was willing to try them. Hitherto, I
+must own, without effect is the trial. But people here, who slide
+in upon me, as I traverse the outermost edges of the walks, that I
+may stand in nobody's way, nor have my dizziness increased by the
+swimming triflers, tell me I shall not give them fair play under a
+month or six weeks; and that I ought neither to read nor write; yet
+I have all my town concerns upon me here, sent me every post and
+coach, and cannot help it. Here are great numbers of people got
+together. A very full season, and more coming every day&mdash;Great
+comfort to me."</p>
+<p>"What if I could inform you, that among scores of belles,
+flatterers, triflers, who swim along these walks, self-satisfied
+and pleased, and looking defiances to men (and to modesty, I had
+like to have said; for bashfulness seems to be considered as want
+of breeding in all I see here); a pretty woman is as rare as a
+black swan; and when one such starts up, she is nicknamed a Beauty,
+and old fellows and young fellows are set a-spinning after
+her."</p>
+<p>"<i>Miss Banks</i> (Miss Peggy Banks) was the belle when I came
+first down&mdash;yet she had been so many seasons here, that she
+obtained but a faint and languid attention; so that the smarts
+began to put her down in their list of had-beens. New faces, my
+dear, are more sought after than fine faces. A piece of instruction
+lies here&mdash;that women should not make even their faces
+cheap."</p>
+<p>"<i>Miss Chudleigh</i> next was the triumphant toast: a lively,
+sweet-tempered, gay, self-admired, and not altogether without
+reason, generally-admired lady&mdash;she moved not without crowds
+after her. She smiled at every one. Every one smiled before they
+saw her, when they heard she was on the walk. She played, she lost,
+she won&mdash;all with equal good-humour. But, alas, she went off,
+before she was wished to go off. And then the fellows' hearts were
+almost broken for a new beauty."</p>
+<p>"Behold! seasonably, the very day that she went away entered
+upon the walks Miss L., of Hackney!&mdash;Miss Chudleigh was
+forgotten (who would wish for so transient a dominion in the land
+of fickledom!)&mdash;And have you seen the new beauty?&mdash;And
+have you seen Miss L.? was all the inquiry from smart to smartless.
+But she had not traversed the walks two days, before she was found
+to want spirit and life. Miss Chudleigh was remembered by those who
+wished for the brilliant mistress, and scorned the wifelike quality
+of sedateness&mdash;and Miss L. is now seen with a very silly
+fellow or two, walking backwards and forwards
+unmolested&mdash;dwindled down from the new beauty to a very quotes
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page67" name="page67"></a>[pg
+67]</span> pretty girl; and perhaps glad to come off so. For, upon
+my word, my dear, there are very few pretty girls here."</p>
+<p>"But here, to change the scene, to see Mr. W&mdash;&mdash;sh at
+eighty (Mr. Cibber calls him papa), and Mr. Cibber at
+seventy-seven, hunting after new faces; and thinking themselves
+happy if they can obtain the notice and familiarity of a fine
+woman!&mdash;How ridiculous!&mdash;If you have not been at
+Tunbridge, you may nevertheless have heard that here are a parcel
+of fellows, mean traders, whom they call touters, and their
+business, touting&mdash;riding out miles to meet coaches and
+company coming hither, to beg their custom while here."</p>
+<p>"Mr. Cibber was over head and ears in love with Miss Chudleigh.
+Her admirers (such was his happiness!) were not jealous of him;
+but, pleased with that wit in him which they had not, were always
+for calling him to her. She said pretty things&mdash;for she was
+Miss Chudleigh. He said pretty things&mdash;for he was Mr. Cibber;
+and all the company, men and women, seemed to think they had an
+interest in what was said, and were half as well pleased as if they
+had said the sprightly things themselves; and mighty well contented
+were they to be secondhand repeaters of the pretty things. But once
+I faced the laureate squatted upon one of the benches, with a face
+more wrinkled than ordinary with disappointment 'I thought,' said
+I, 'you were of the party at the tea-treats&mdash;Miss Chudleigh
+has gone into the tea-room.'&mdash;'Pshaw!' said he, 'there is no
+coming at her, she is so surrounded by the toupets.'&mdash;And I
+left him upon the fret&mdash;But he was called to soon after; and
+in he flew, and his face shone again, and looked smooth."</p>
+<hr />
+<p>"Another extraordinary old man we have had here, but of a very
+different turn; the noted <i>Mr. Whiston</i>, showing eclipses, and
+explaining other phaenomena of the stars, and preaching the
+millennium, and anabaptism (for he is now, it seems, of that
+persuasion) to gay people, who, if they have white teeth, hear him
+with open mouths, though perhaps shut hearts; and after his lecture
+is over, not a bit the wiser, run from him, the more eagerly to
+C&mdash;&mdash;r and W&mdash;&mdash;sh, and to flutter among the
+loud-laughing young fellows upon the walks, like boys and girls at
+a breaking-up."</p>
+<hr />
+<p>"Your affectionate and paternal friend and servant, S.
+RICHARDSON."</p>
+<p>Richardson has mentioned only a few of the characters introduced
+in the Engraving. Johnson was at that time but in his fortieth
+year, and much less portly than afterwards. Cibber is the very
+picture of an old beau, with laced hat and flowing wig;
+half-a-dozen of his pleasantries were worth all that is heard from
+all the playwrights and actors of our day&mdash;on or off the
+stage: Garrick too, probably did not keep all his fine conceits
+within the theatre. Nos. 7, 8, and 9, in the Engraving, are a
+pretty group: Miss Chudleigh (afterwards Duchess of Kingston,)
+between Beau Nash and Mr. Pitt (Earl of Chatham,) both of whom are
+striving for a side-long glance at the sweet tempered, and as
+Richardson calls her, "generally-admired" lady. No. 17, Richardson
+himself is moping along like an invalid beneath the trees, and
+avoiding the triflers. Mrs. Johnson is widely separated from the
+Doctor, but is as well dressed as he could wish her; and No. 21,
+Mr. Whiston is as unexpected among this gay crowd as snow in
+harvest. What a <i>coterie</i> of wits must Tunbridge have
+possessed at this time: what assemblies and whistparties among
+scores of spinsters, and ogling, dangling old bachelors; with
+high-heeled shoes, silken hose, court hoops, embroidery, and point
+ruffles&mdash;only compare the Tunbridge parade of 1748 with that
+of 1829.</p>
+<p>We have room but for a brief sketch of Tunbridge Wells. The
+Springs, or the place itself, is a short distance from the town of
+Tunbridge. The discovery of the waters was in the reign of James I.
+Henrietta Maria, Queen of Charles I. staid here six weeks after the
+birth of the prince, afterwards Charles II.; but, as no house was
+near, suitable for so great a personage, she and her suite remained
+under tents pitched in the neighbourhood. The Wells, hitherto
+called Frant, were changed to Queen's Mary's Wells: both have given
+place to Tunbridge Wells; though the springs rise in the parish of
+Speldhurst.</p>
+<p>Waller, in his Lines to Saccharissa, <a id="footnotetag1" name=
+"footnotetag1"></a> <a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a>
+celebrates the Tunbridge Waters; and Dr. Rowzee <a id=
+"footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a> <a href=
+"#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a> wrote a treatise on their virtues.
+During the civil wars, the Wells were neglected, but on the
+Restoration they became more fashionable than ever. <a id=
+"footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a> <a href=
+"#footnote3"><sup>3</sup></a> Hence may be dated assembly
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page68" name="page68"></a>[pg
+68]</span> rooms, coffee houses, bowling greens, &amp;c.; about
+which time, to suit the caprice of their owners, many of the houses
+were wheeled upon sledges: a chapel <a id="footnotetag4" name=
+"footnotetag4"></a> <a href="#footnote4"><sup>4</sup></a> and a
+school were likewise erected. The accommodations have been
+progressively augmented; and the population has greatly increased.
+The trade of the place consists chiefly in the manufacture of the
+articles known as Tunbridge-ware. The Wells have always been
+patronized by the royal family; and are still visited by some of
+their branches.</p>
+<p>Our Engraving represents the Upper, or principal walk, where are
+one of the assembly rooms, the post-office, Tunbridge-ware,
+milliners, and other shops, with a row of spreading elms on the
+opposite side. It is not uninteresting to notice the humble style
+of the shops, and the wooden portico and tiled roofs, in the
+Engraving, and to contrast them with the ornamental
+shop-architecture of our days: yet our forefathers, good old souls,
+thought such accommodations worthy of their patronage, and there
+was then as much gaiety at Tunbridge Wells as at Brighton in its
+best days.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>LOVE.</h3>
+<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Sing ye love? ye sing it not,</p>
+<p>It was never sung, I wot.</p>
+<p>None can speak the power of love,</p>
+<p>Tho' 'tis felt by all that move.</p>
+<p>It is known&mdash;but not reveal'd,</p>
+<p>'Tis a knowledge ever seal'd!</p>
+<p>Dwells it in the tearful eye</p>
+<p>Of congenial sympathy?</p>
+<p>'Tis a radiance of the mind,</p>
+<p>'Tis a feeling undefin'd,</p>
+<p>'Tis a wonder-working spell,</p>
+<p>'Tis a magic none can tell,</p>
+<p>'Tis a charm unutterable.</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p><span style="margin-left:3em">LEAR.</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<hr />
+<h3>GRAYSTEIL.<a id="footnotetag5" name="footnotetag5"></a>
+<a href="#footnote5"><sup>5</sup></a></h3>
+<h4>AN HISTORICAL BALLAD.</h4>
+<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Beneath the Douglas plaid, he wore a grinding shirt of mail;</p>
+<p>Yet, spite of pain and weariness, press'd on that gallant
+Gael:</p>
+<p>On, on, beside his regal foe, with eyes which more express'd</p>
+<p>Than <i>words</i>, expecting favour still, from him who
+<i>once</i> caress'd!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"<i>'Tis</i>," quoth the prince, "my poor Graysteil!" and
+spurr'd his steed amain,</p>
+<p>Striving, ere toiling Kilspindie, the fortalice to gain;</p>
+<p>But Douglas, (and his wither'd heart, with hope and dread, beat
+high)</p>
+<p>Stood at proud Stirling's castle-gate, as soon as royalty!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Stood, on his ingrate <i>friend</i> to gaze; no answ'ring
+love-look came;</p>
+<p>Then, mortal grief his spirit shook, and bow'd his war-worn
+frame;</p>
+<p>Faith, <i>innocence</i>, avail'd not <i>him!</i> he suffer'd for
+his line,</p>
+<p>And fainting by the gate he sunk, but feebly call'd for
+<i>wine!</i></p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>The menials came, "<i>wine?</i> up! begone! <i>we</i> marvel who
+thou art!</p>
+<p>Our <i>monarch</i> bids to France, Graysteil, his trusty
+<i>friend</i> depart!"</p>
+<p>Blood to the Douglas' cheek uprush'd: proud blood! away he
+hied,</p>
+<p>And soon afar, the "poor Graysteil," the <i>broken hearted</i>,
+DIED!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p><span style="margin-left:3em">M.L.B.</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p><i>Note</i>&mdash;Graysteil (so called after the champion of a
+romance then popular) had returned from banishment in the hope, as
+he was perfectly innocuous, of renewing his ancient friendship with
+the Scottish king; and James declared that he would again have
+received him into his service, but for his oath, never more to
+countenance a Douglas. He blamed his servants for refusing
+refreshment to the veteran, but did not escape censure from our own
+Henry VIII. for his cruel conduct towards his "poor Graysteil,"
+upon this occasion.</p>
+<hr />
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page69" name="page69"></a>[pg
+69]</span>
+<h3>TO THE MEMORY OF SIR HUMPHRY DAVY, BART.</h3>
+<h4><i>(For the Mirror.)</i></h4>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>To this low orb is lost a shining light.</p>
+<p>Useful, resplendent, and tho' transient, bright!</p>
+<p>For scarce has soaring genius reach'd the blaze</p>
+<p class="i2">Of fleeting life's meridian hour,</p>
+<p>Than Death around the naming meteor plays,</p>
+<p class="i2">And spreads its cypress o'er the short liv'd
+flower.</p>
+<p>The great projector of that grand design,<a id="footnotetag6"
+name="footnotetag6"></a><a href="#footnote6"><sup>6</sup></a></p>
+<p>In time's remotest annals, long will shine;</p>
+<p>While sons of toil aloud proclaim his name,</p>
+<p>And <i>life preserv'd</i> perpetuate his <i>fame</i>.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<hr />
+<h3>SODA WATER.</h3>
+<h4><i>(To the Editor of the Mirror.)</i></h4>
+<p>The following extract from a medical periodical on <i>Soda
+Water</i>, will not perhaps be deemed <i>mal-apropos</i> at the
+present period of the year, and by being inserted in your widely
+circulated work may be of some service to those who are not aware
+of the evil effects produced by a <i>too free</i> use of that
+beverage.</p>
+<p>M.M.M.</p>
+<p>On this fashionable article, the editor remarks, Dr. Paris makes
+the following observations:&mdash;"The modern custom of drinking
+this inviting beverage during, or immediately after dinner, has
+been a pregnant source of indigestion. By inflating the stomach at
+such a period, we inevitably counteract those <i>muscular</i>
+contractions of its coats which are essential to chymification,
+whilst the quantity of soda thus introduced scarcely deserves
+notice; with the exception of the carbonic acid gas, it may be
+regarded as water; more mischievous only in consequence of the
+<i>exhilarating</i> quality, inducing us to take it at a period at
+which we would not require the more simple fluid."</p>
+<p>In all the waters we have obtained from fountains in London and
+other places, under the names of "Soda Water" and "<i>double</i>
+Soda Water," we have not been able to discover any soda. It is
+common water mechanically super-saturated with fixed air, which on
+being disengaged and rarified in the stomach, may, as Dr. Paris
+observes, so over distend the organ as to interrupt digestion, or
+diminish the powers of the digestive organs. When acid prevails in
+the stomach, which is generally the case the day after too free an
+indulgence in wine, true soda water, taken two or three hours
+before dinner, or an hour before breakfast, not only neutralizes
+the acid, but the fixed air, which is disengaged, allays the
+irritation, and even by distending the organ, invigorates the
+muscular coat and nerves. As the quantity of soda, in the true soda
+water, is much too small to neutralize the acid, it is a good
+practice to add fifteen or twenty grains of the carbonate of soda,
+finely powdered, to each bottle, which may be done by pouring the
+contents of a bottle on it in a large glass.</p>
+<p>Of all the soda water we have examined, we have found that made
+by Mr. Johnson, to contain the greatest quantity of soda. For the
+purpose of cooling the body during warm weather, and quieting the
+stomach, which is generally in a state of increased irritation when
+the temperature of the air is equal or within a few degrees of that
+of the body, it is preferable to any of the vegetable or mineral
+acids.</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>THE COSMOPOLITE.</h2>
+<hr />
+<h3>SISTERS OF CHARITY.<a id="footnotetag7" name=
+"footnotetag7"></a><a href="#footnote7"><sup>7</sup></a></h3>
+<p>All the world, that is, one out of the two millions of people in
+this great town, know, that the above is the title of a somewhat
+romantic drama, in which Miss Kelly is fast monopolizing the tears
+and sympathies of the public by her impersonation of a <i>Sister of
+Charity</i>. To witness it will do every heart good; and this is
+the highest aim of a dramatic representation. The performance has
+had the effect of drawing our attention to the original of the
+character, which is intensely interesting, though at the same time
+overtinged with romance.</p>
+<p>Every six weeks' tourist has seen or heard of the <i>Sisters of
+Charity</i> on the Continent. They are nurses in the hospitals
+there, but on a system very different from the hireling attendants
+in similar institutions in England. Indeed, they may be said to
+have quitted the world to devote themselves to the relief of those
+unfortunate persons, who people the abodes of misery and distress.
+They form, it appears, a numerous body, consisting of several
+thousand members, who are said to perform <span class=
+"pagenum"><a id="page70" name="page70"></a>[pg 70]</span> or
+superintend the administration of 300 hospitals in France. They are
+united under several denominations, as nuns of those monastic
+communities which escaped the storms of the revolution. Many of
+them are in the prime of life, and though not bound by absolute
+vows, devote the whole of their time, and even die in the act of
+doing good. In spiritual matters, they are under the jurisdiction
+of the bishop of the district in which the hospital is situated; in
+temporal concerns they are subject to the authority of the heads of
+the establishment to which they belong; but they are chiefly under
+the guidance of the superior of their order. They are fed and
+lodged at the expense of the hospital, and receive in addition, a
+certain stipend for the purchase of clothes. In the hospital at
+Lyons, (which forty or fifty years ago, was the only hospital in
+France which was not in a barbarous state), there are about 150 of
+these <i>Sisters</i>, wearing a uniform dress of dark worsted, and
+remarkably clean. They receive the trifling sum of forty francs a
+year for pocket-money, and sit up one night in each week; the
+following is a day of relaxation, and the only one they have.
+During the siege of Lyons, when cannon-balls passed through the
+windows, and struck the walls every moment, not one abandoned her
+post near the sick.</p>
+<p>Every one will rejoice at the existence of such offices as
+<i>the Sisters of Charity</i>&mdash;benign, nay almost divine; and
+until this moment, we thought that such had been their real
+character. Our belief has, however, been somewhat staggered by an
+article in the last number of <i>the London Review</i>; in which
+the services of the <i>Sisters</i> are represented in a much less
+amiable light than we have been accustomed to view them. This
+notice occurs in a paper on a work by Dr. David Johnston, of
+Edinburgh, on the Public Charities of France. The Doctor, whose
+book abounds with evidence of considerable research, thus speaks of
+the <i>Sisters of Charity</i>:&mdash;</p>
+<p>"The inmate of an hospital is alone qualified to speak with
+justice of the blessings which such attendance affords. Possessed
+of superior education, and from their religious profession placed
+above many of the worldly considerations which affect nurses in
+general, the Sisters of Charity act at once as temporal and
+spiritual comforters, watch over the sick bed, soothe the prisoner
+in his confinement, and penetrate into the worst abodes of misery,
+to comfort the distress, and instruct the ignorant."</p>
+<p>Such we also thought had been their portraiture, although we
+could not so far speak from personal evidence. But the reviewer
+gainsays all this, and even does more. After drawing a comparison,
+and not altogether a just one, between the "Sisters of Charity in
+France," and ladies of fortune who unostentatiously visit the sick
+poor in England, he says&mdash;</p>
+<p>"It is matter of fact, generally observable in the instances of
+the <i>soeurs de charit&eacute;</i>, that in the performance of
+their duties towards the sick, during the first three or four
+months, they display all that tender solicitude and devotedness,
+which romance ascribes to them as constant and habitual. After the
+first feelings have subsided, the <i>soeurs</i> are found to
+consult, in all their actions, first, their own interests, in ease
+and comfort; next, those of their order, and of the servants on the
+establishment personally connected with them; and, last of all,
+those of the patients. On an unprejudiced examination it will be
+found, that a body so constituted as the <i>soeurs</i>, are
+extremely unfit for the performance of such functions as are
+entrusted to them in these establishments. It is essential to the
+good performance of the duties of a nurse, that she should be
+responsible to the medical officer for their omission. The
+<i>soeurs</i> are entirely independent of any such control, and
+their usual answer to any complaint is, '<i>Je reponds a mon
+crucifix</i>.'"</p>
+<p>"It is a great mistake to suppose that these nuns are
+enlightened, or well born, or well educated. In general they are
+ignorant women, too poor and too deficient in personal qualities to
+find husbands. They are proud, arrogant, and bigoted; and, with a
+few interesting exceptions, it may be said of them, that they
+become nuns for want of better occupations; that they are
+characterized by the ill temper of disappointment, at the world
+having neglected or rejected them, rather than by any sublime
+elevation of feeling, which could have led them to reject the
+world. It is a delusion to suppose that all the more important
+duties, on the due performance of which the success of medical
+treatment mainly depends, devolve upon the <i>soeurs</i>. The fact
+is, that it is one of the most serious defects of the French
+hospitals, that proper persons are not procured to perform these
+services: such as waiting upon the patients, changing their linen,
+moving them, and administering to their little wants, in a proper
+manner. In Paris there is a class of men, the refuse of the working
+classes, who, when all <span class="pagenum"><a id="page71" name=
+"page71"></a>[pg 71]</span> means of support fail, apply to the
+hospitals, and become <i>infirmi&egrave;res</i>. It will scarcely
+be believed, that to these men are entrusted the important duties
+to which we have adverted, and which the Doctor seems to suppose
+are chiefly performed by the <i>soeurs</i>. These
+<i>infirmi&egrave;res</i> receive for their services only
+six-and-eightpence per month, besides their board and lodging in
+the house; and, as they can earn more at any other occupation, they
+seldom remain long in their situations. The
+<i>infirmi&egrave;res</i>, or female servants, are much of the same
+description: badly appointed, badly paid, negligent and rapacious,
+often pilfering a portion of the allowance of provisions and wine
+prescribed to the patient for his recovery. The general
+interference of the <i>soeurs</i> is prejudicial. Frequently, on
+the strength of their own medical opinions, they will neglect the
+prescriptions; frequently they harass a patient about his
+confession, when a calm state of mind is indispensable for his
+recovery. They also often exercise their united influence against a
+medical man, to protect favourite servants. They encumber all
+exertions for improvement, so that, whenever any change is
+discussed, one of the first subjects for consideration is, whether
+the <i>soeurs</i> are likely to interfere. Of late, however, their
+power has been somewhat checked. Under good regulations they might,
+no doubt, be rendered serviceable; but every alteration of their
+condition, with regard to the hospitals, to be an improvement, must
+bring them nearer to the superior condition of responsible nurses,
+chosen for their aptitude, and remunerated according to their
+merits."</p>
+<p>"We have been compelled to state thus much of these orders. The
+associations connected with persons of their sex and supposed rank,
+who have taken the veil; their apparent devotedness to such amiable
+and pre-eminently serviceable duties; their solemnity of exterior,
+and other incidents&mdash;are so calculated to strike the eye and
+possess the imagination of the beholder, that we are not surprised
+to perceive that they have misled the judgment of the Doctor, since
+they constantly impose on others, who have better opportunities for
+observation. The <i>soeur de charit&eacute;</i> is too fine an
+object for the effusion of sentiment and romance, not to be made
+the most of in these worldly and unpoetic times; and were it not
+that the illusions thrown around this object might lead to
+practical errors, we should have refrained from disturbing
+them."</p>
+<p>Feelings similar to those professed by the reviewer, have
+induced us to present the reader with his new light, which we hope
+is a just one. Of the little system of plunder carried on in some
+institutions at home, we can speak of one instance with
+certainty:&mdash;A relative near and dear to us as life's blood,
+had by money and comforts, (which but for this incident would have
+been kept secret), for many months relieved an inmate of a London
+hospital. The patient was a poor, old female, in the last stage of
+decrepitude, and fast sinking beneath the sorrows of life. She had
+seen happier days, and the only relic which she possessed of better
+fortune, was a pair of silver framed spectacles; which, on her
+death-bed, she bequeathed to her benefactress. The poor old woman's
+relations were dead, and this guardian-spirit who soothed her path
+to the grave, was her only friend. Such an act of gratitude was,
+therefore, extremely affecting, and her benefactress was anxious to
+possess the legacy&mdash;heaven knows, not for its intrinsic
+value&mdash;but as a testimony of rare and unaffected gratitude;
+yet, will it be believed, that the tempting bit of silver had not
+escaped the clutches of the nurses of the ward, and the spectacles
+were not to be found! Our informant related the circumstance with
+tears of indignation; we threatened to investigate the matter, yet
+her meek and mild spirit implored us to withhold: she too passed
+from us a short time after, and is, we hope, gone where her good
+deeds will not be forgotten.</p>
+<p>PHILO.</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>NOTES OF A READER.</h2>
+<hr />
+<h3>MONT BLANC.</h3>
+<p>The most interesting night of the late season of the Royal
+Institution, was the lecture or narrative, given by Dr. Clarke of
+his ascent of Mont Blanc in 1825. Dr. Clarke led his audience from
+Geneva to the summit, detailing the enterprise, which, however, he
+considers not by any means so dangerous as has been represented. At
+9,000 feet above the level of the Mediterranean the air becomes
+extremely rarified, and the sky exhibits a blue-black appearance.
+He does not consider it at all safe for persons to attempt the
+ascent, having a tendency to apoplexy, for at the height of 15,000
+feet above the level of the sea, the extremely rarified state of
+the air, as well as the almost unbearable oppression of the sun's
+rays, though surrounded with snow, would increase that tendency to
+an alarming extent. So oppressive is <span class="pagenum"><a id=
+"page72" name="page72"></a> [pg 72]</span> the sun, that on sitting
+down in the shade he was asleep instantly. The passage, just above
+the Grande Plateau (a surface of ice and snow, many acres in
+extent, 10,000 feet above the level of the sea) is a point of great
+difficulty. This chink is about seven feet wide and of immeasurable
+depth. To get over it the guides first proceed to render the
+passage more easy. He cautions travellers to pay implicit attention
+to guides, as the accident in 1822, when three persons sunk into
+the caverns of snow, was occasioned by this want of caution. It is
+appalling, said Dr. Clarke, to be carried over an abyss of unknown
+depth, slung upon cords and drawn over. On arriving at the summit
+of Mont Blanc the toils are amply repaid. Language cannot depict
+the scene before the traveller. The eye wanders over immeasurable
+space. The sky appears to recede, and the vision possesses double
+power. The Alpine scenery here is awfully grand, and the alternate
+thaw and freezing (for when the sun is down it freezes rapidly)
+produces the most grotesque figures. The only living creature found
+on the summit of Mont Blanc is a small white butterfly (the
+<i>ansonia</i>,) which flits over the snow. The chamois is found
+10,000 feet above the level of the sea; Mont Blanc is 15,500 feet
+above the Mediterranean. Specimens were exhibited of the
+compositions of all the mountains round Mont Blanc. Periodically an
+immense quantity of snow falls down from the summit of the Mont,
+enough, as the guide said, to crush all Europe like flies. "On
+throwing stones down the precipices, thousands of feet deep, the
+traveller feels an almost irresistible desire to throw himself
+after them!"&mdash;<i>Monthly Magazine</i>.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>FURIOUS DRIVING.</h3>
+<p>In going upon the road, in the United States, it is looked upon
+as a sort of slur on one, if another pass him, going in the same
+direction; and this folly prevails to as great a degree as amongst
+our break-neck coachmen; and you will see an old Quaker, whom, to
+look at, as he sits perched in his wagon, you would think had been
+cut out of stone a couple of hundred years ago; or hewed out of a
+log of wood, with the axe of some of the first settlers&mdash;if he
+hear a rattle behind him, you will see him gently turn his head; if
+he be passing a tavern at the time he pays little attention, and
+refrains from laying the whip upon the "creatures," seeing that he
+is morally certain that the rattler will stop to take "a grog" at
+the tavern; but if no such invitation present itself, and
+especially if there be a tavern two or three miles a-head, he
+begins immediately to make provision against the consequences of
+the impatience of his rival, who, he is aware, will push him hard,
+and on they go as fast as they can scamper, the successful driver
+talking of the "<i>glorious achievement</i>" for a
+week.&mdash;<i>Cobbett</i>.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>VILLAGE BELLS.</h3>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;'To the heart the solemn sweetness
+steals,</p>
+<p>Like the heart's voice, unfelt by none who feels</p>
+<p>That God is love, that man is living dust;</p>
+<p>Unfelt by none, whom ties of brotherhood</p>
+<p>Link to his kind; by none who puts his trust</p>
+<p>In naught of earth that hath surviv'd the flood,</p>
+<p>Save those mute charities, by which the good</p>
+<p>Strengthen poor worms, and serve their Maker best.</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>Village
+Patriarch</i>.</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<hr />
+<h3>CURIOUS CONTRIVANCE.</h3>
+<p>In the Pampas, when the natives want a granary, they sew the
+legs of a whole skin up, and fill it full of corn; it is then tied
+up to four stakes, with the legs hanging downwards, so that it has
+the appearance of an elephant hanging up; the top is again covered
+with hides, which prevent the rats getting in. In stretching a skin
+to dry, wood is so scarce in many parts of the Pampas, that the rib
+bones are carefully preserved to supply its place, and used as pegs
+to fix it in the ground. When a new-born infant is to be cradled, a
+square sheepskin is laced to a small rude frame of wood, and
+suspended like a scale to a beam or rail.&mdash;<i>Brand's
+Peru</i>.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>SOUTH AMERICAN DINNER.</h3>
+<p>A recent traveller thus describes a dinner party at
+Mendoza:&mdash;The day of days arrived; the carriage was flying
+about the town with a couple of mules, to bring all the ladies to
+dinner, in order to meet the foreign gentlemen. We were all seated
+higgledy-piggledy at table, dish after dish came in; every one
+helped themselves, no carving was required, being all made dishes.
+The master of the house was walking round the room with his coat
+off, very comfortably smoking his cigar, and between every fresh
+dish, of which there were some thirty or forty, the ladies amused
+themselves with eating olives soaked in oil, and the colonel, (one
+of the military pedlars), to prove that he understood foreign
+manners and customs, got the ladies one after another to ask the
+foreign gentlemen to drink wine with them, which was no small
+ordeal for us <span class="pagenum"><a id="page73" name=
+"page73"></a>[pg 73]</span> to run through. After these half
+hundred dishes, came the sweets; then the gentlemen's flints and
+steels were going, the room soon filled with smoke, and the ladies
+retired to dress for the ball.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>EARLY HOURS.</h3>
+<p>We learn that Mr. Cobbett dines at twelve o'clock on suppawn and
+butcher's meat, that he sups on bread and milk at six, that he goes
+to bed at nine, that he rises every morning of his life at four;
+that before ten o'clock he has finished his writing for the day,
+and, that though no man has written more than he has, that he never
+knew any one who enjoyed more leisure than he does, and has done.
+"Now is there a man on earth who sits at a table, on an average, so
+many hours in the day as I do? I do not believe that there is: and
+I say it, not with pride, but with gratitude, that I do not believe
+that the whole world contains a man who is more constantly blessed
+with health than I am. In winter I go to bed at nine, and I rise,
+if I do not oversleep myself, at four, or between four and five. I
+have always a clear head; I am ready to take the pen, or begin
+dictating, the moment I have lighted the fire, or it has been
+lighted for me, and, generally speaking, I am seldom more than five
+minutes in bed before I am asleep."</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>AN IRISH VILLAGE INN.</h3>
+<p>The form and plan in all parts of the country are pretty nearly
+the same, though the furniture varies; the hospitable door (inns
+are proverbially hospitable) stands always open, but the guests are
+sheltered from the thorough air by a screen, composed like the rest
+of the mansion, of mud; the partition walls which separate it from
+the adjoining rooms reach no higher than the spring of the roof, so
+that warmth and air, not to mention the grunting of pigs, and other
+domestic sounds, are equally diffused through all parts of the
+tenement; from the rafters, well blackened and polished with smoke,
+depend sundry flitches of bacon, dried salmon, and so forth, and
+above them, if you know the ways of the house "may be you couldn't
+find (maybe you <i>couldn't</i> means, maybe you <i>could</i>) a
+horn of malt or a <i>cag</i> of poteen, where the gauger couldn't
+smell it." If you are very ignorant, you must be told, that poteen
+is the far famed liquor which the Irish, on the faith of the
+proverb, "stolen bread is sweetest," prefer, in spite of law,
+and&mdash;no&mdash;not of lawgivers, they drink it themselves, to
+its unsuccessful rival, parliament whisky. Beneath the ample
+chimney, and on each side of the fire-place, run low stone benches,
+the fire of turf or bog is made on the ground, and the pot for
+boiling the "mate, or potaties" as the chance may be, suspended
+over it by an iron chain; so that sitting on the aforesaid stone
+benches, you may inhale, like the gods, the savour of your dinner,
+while your frostbitten shins are soothed at the same time by the
+fire which dresses it.&mdash;<i>Monthly Magazine</i>.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>THE TRUE GENTLEMAN.</h3>
+<p>By a gentleman, we mean not to draw a line that would be
+invidious between high and low, rank and subordination, riches and
+poverty. The distinction is in the mind. Whoever is open, loyal,
+and true; whoever is of humane and affable demeanour; whoever is
+honourable in himself, and in his judgment of others, and requires
+no law but his word to make him fulfil an engagement&mdash;such a
+man is a gentleman: and such a man may be found among the tillers
+of the earth. But high birth and distinction, for the most part,
+insure the high sentiment which is denied to poverty and the lower
+professions. It is hence, and hence only, that the great claim
+their superiority; and hence, what has been so beautifully said of
+honour, the law of kings, is no more than true:&mdash;</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>It aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her,</p>
+<p>And imitates her actions where she is not.</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p><span style="margin-left:3em"><i>De Vere</i>.</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<hr />
+<h3>ROYAL PLANTERS.</h3>
+<p>Among the earliest and most successful planters was Count
+Maurice, of Nassau, who flourished in the seventeenth century. This
+prince had the advantage of operating in the genial clime, and with
+the fruitful soil of Brazil, of which in the year 1636, he was
+governor. He was a man of taste and elegance, and adorned his
+palaces and gardens in that country with a magnificence worthy of
+the satraps of the east. His residence was upon an island formed by
+the confluence of two rivers, a place which before he commenced his
+improvements presented no very promising subject, being a dreary,
+waste, and uncultivated plain, equally worthless and unattractive.
+On this spot, however, he erected a splendid palace, laid out
+gardens around it of extraordinary extent and magnificence;
+salubrity, seclusion, horticultural ornament were all studiously
+and tastefully combined in the arrangement of the buildings; the
+choicest fruits of a tropical climate, the orange, <span class=
+"pagenum"><a id="page74" name="page74"></a>[pg 74]</span> the
+citron, the ananas, with many others unknown to us, solicited at
+once the sight, the smell, and the taste; artificial fountains of
+water preserved the coolness of the air, and maintained the verdure
+of the earth; thirteen bastions and turrets flanked and defended
+the gardens; and seven hundred trees of various sizes, of which
+some rose to thirty, some to forty, and some to fifty feet high to
+the lowermost branches, were removed to the spot, and arranged by
+the designer's skill in such a manner as to produce the most
+striking and splendid effect. Some of these trees were of seventy
+and others of eighty years growth. Being skilfully taken up they
+were placed carefully in carriages, conveyed over a space of from
+three to four miles in extent, transported on rafts across both the
+rivers, and on being replanted in the island, so favourable were
+both soil and vegetation in that genial climate, that they
+immediately struck root, and even bore fruit during the first year
+after their removal.</p>
+<p>Louis XIV. who, by the good efforts of the learned Jesuits, had
+been taught that the practice of transplanting was well known to
+the Greeks and Romans, resolved to rival, and if possible, to
+eclipse whatever had been achieved in this art by these
+distinguished nations. Accordingly, among the stupendous changes
+made on the face of nature at Versailles and other royal
+residences, immense trees were taken up by the roots, erected on
+carriages, and removed at the royal will and pleasure. Almost the
+whole Bois de Boulogne was in this way said to be transported from
+Versailles to its present site, a distance of about two leagues and
+a half. To order the march of an army was the effort of common men,
+and every day commanders; to order the removal of a forest seemed
+to suit the magnificent conception of a prince, who, in all his
+enterprises, affected to act upon a scale immeasurably greater than
+that of his contemporaries. In the Bois de Boulogne, in spite of
+military devastation, the curious eye may still distinguish, in the
+rectilinear disposition of the trees, the traces of this
+extraordinary achievement.</p>
+<p>At Potsdam, Frederick II., and at Warsaw, the last king of
+Poland transferred some thousands of large trees, in order to
+embellish the royal gardens at those places; and at Lazenki, in the
+suburbs of Warsaw, the far famed and unfortunate Stanislaus laid
+out the palace and grounds in a style of luxuriance and
+magnificence which has, perhaps, never been surpassed since the
+days of the Roman emperors. To add to the charm of this favourite
+spot, he removed some thousands of trees and bushes with which the
+gardens and the park were adorned; both were frequently thrown open
+to the public, and on these occasions, entertainments of unexampled
+splendour and gaiety were given to the court and to the principal
+inhabitants of the capital, which are still recollected with
+feelings of delight.&mdash;<i>Stuart's Planter's
+Guide</i>.&mdash;<i>Westminster Review</i> .</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>THE SKETCH-BOOK</h2>
+<hr />
+<h3>MY FIRST INTERVIEW WITH SIR WALTER SCOTT.</h3>
+<h4><i>By the Ettrick Shepherd</i>.</h4>
+<p>One fine day in the summer of 1801, as I was busily engaged
+working in the field at Ettrick House, Wat Shiel came over to me
+and said, that "I boud gang away down to the Ramseycleuch as fast
+as my feet could carry me, for there war some gentlemen there wha
+wantit to speak to me."</p>
+<p>"Wha can be at the Ramseycleuch that wants me, Wat?"</p>
+<p>"I couldna say, for it wasna me that they spak to i' the
+byganging. But I'm thinking it's the Shirra an' some o' his
+gang."</p>
+<p>I was rejoiced to hear this, for I had seen the first volumes of
+"The Minstrelsy of the Border," and had copied a number of old
+things from my mother's recital, and sent them to the editor
+preparatory for a third volume. I accordingly went towards home to
+put on my Sunday clothes, but before reaching it I met with THE
+SHIRRA and Mr. William Laidlaw coming to visit me. They alighted
+and remained in our cottage for a space better than an hour, and my
+mother chanted the ballad of Old Maitlan' to them, with which Mr.
+Scott was highly delighted. I had sent him a copy, (not a very
+perfect one, as I found afterwards, from the singing of another
+Laidlaw,) but I thought Mr. Scott had some dread of a part being
+forged, that had been the cause of his journey into the wilds of
+Ettrick. When he heard my mother sing it he was quite satisfied,
+and I remember he asked her if she thought it had ever been
+printed, and her answer was, "Oo, na, na, sir, it was never printed
+i' the world, for my brothers an' me learned it frae auld Andrew
+Moor, an' he learned it, an' mony mae, frae are auld Baby Mettlin,
+that was housekeeper to the first laird o' Tushilaw."</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page75" name="page75"></a>[pg
+75]</span>
+<p>"Then that must be a very auld story, indeed, Margaret," said
+he.</p>
+<p>"Ay, it is that! It is an auld story! But mair nor that, except
+George Warton and James Steward, there was never ane o' my sangs
+prentit till ye prentit them yoursell, an' ye hae spoilt them
+a'thegither. They war made for singing, an' no for reading; and
+they're neither right spelled nor right setten down."</p>
+<p>"Heh&mdash;heh&mdash;heh! Take ye that, Mr. Scott," said
+Laidlaw.</p>
+<p>Mr. Scott answered by a hearty laugh, and the recital of a
+verse, but I have forgot what it was, and my mother gave him a rap
+on the knee with her open hand, and said, "It was true enough, for
+a' that."</p>
+<p>We were all to dine at Ramseycleuch with the Messrs. Brydon, but
+Mr. Scott and Mr. Laidlaw went away to look at something before
+dinner, and I was to follow. On going into the stable-yard at
+Ramseycleuch I met with Mr. Scott's liveryman, a far greater
+original than his master, whom I asked if the Shirra was come?</p>
+<p>"O, ay, lad, the Shirra's come," said he. "Are ye the chiel that
+mak the auld ballads and sing them?"</p>
+<p>"I said I fancied I was he that he meant, though I had never
+made ony very <i>auld</i> ballads."</p>
+<p>"Ay, then, lad, gae your ways in an' speir for the Shirra.
+They'll let ye see where he is. He'll be very glad to see you."</p>
+<p>During the sociality of the evening, the discourse ran very much
+on the different breeds of sheep, that curse of the community of
+Ettrick Forest. The original black-faced Forest breed being always
+called <i>the short sheep</i>, and the Cheviot breed <i>the long
+sheep</i>, the disputes at that period ran very high about the
+practicable profits of each. Mr. Scott, who had come into that
+remote district to preserve what fragments remained of its
+legendary lore, was rather bored with the everlasting question of
+the long and the short sheep. So at length, putting on his most
+serious calculating face, he turned to Mr. Walter Brydon and said,
+"I'm rather at a loss regarding the merits of this <i>very</i>
+important question. How long must a sheep actually measure to come
+under the denomination of <i>a long sheep</i>?"</p>
+<p>Mr. Brydon, who, in the simplicity of his heart, neither
+perceived the quiz nor the reproof, fell to answer with great
+sincerity,&mdash;"It's the woo, sir&mdash;it's the woo that makes
+the difference. The lang sheep hae the short woo, and the short
+sheep hae the lang thing; and these are just kind o' names we gie
+them like." Mr. Scott could not preserve his grave face of strict
+calculation; it went gradually away, and a hearty guffaw followed.
+When I saw the very same words repeated near the beginning of the
+<i>Black Dwarf</i>, how could I be mistaken of the author? It is
+true, Johnnie Ballantyne persuaded me into a nominal belief of the
+contrary, for several years following, but I could never get the
+better of that and several similar coincidences.</p>
+<p>The next day we went off, five in number, to visit the wilds of
+Rankleburn, to see if on the farms of Buccleuch there were any
+relics of the Castles of Buccleuch or Mount-Comyn, the ancient and
+original possession of the Scotts. We found no remains of either
+tower or fortalice, save an old chapel and churchyard, and a mill
+and mill-lead, where corn never grew, but where, as old Satchells
+very appropriately says,</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Had heather-bells been corn of the best,</p>
+<p>The Buccleuch mill would have had a noble grist.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>It must have been used for grinding the chief's blackmails,
+which it is known, were all paid to him in kind. Many of these
+still continue to be paid in the same way; and if report says true,
+he would be the better of a mill and kiln on some part of his land
+at this day, as well as a sterling conscientious miller to receive
+and render.</p>
+<p>Besides having been mentioned by Satchells, there was a
+remaining tradition in the country, that there was a font stone of
+blue marble, in which the ancient heirs of Buccleuch were baptized,
+covered up among the ruins of the old church. Mr. Scott was curious
+to see if we could discover it; but on going among the ruins we
+found the rubbish at the spot, where the altar was known to have
+been, digged out to the foundation,&mdash;we knew not by whom, but
+no font had been found. As there appeared to have been a kind of
+recess in the eastern gable, we fell a turning over some loose
+stones, to see if the font was not concealed there, when we came
+upon one half of a small pot, encrusted thick with rust. Mr.
+Scott's eyes brightened, and he swore it was an ancient consecrated
+helmet. Laidlaw, however, scratching it minutely out, found it
+covered with a layer of pitch inside, and then said, "Ay, the truth
+is, sir, it is neither mair nor less than a piece of a tar pat that
+some o' the farmers hae been buisting their sheep out o', i' the
+auld kirk langsyne." Sir Walter's <span class="pagenum"><a id=
+"page76" name="page76"></a>[pg 76]</span> shaggy eyebrows dipped
+deep over his eyes, and suppressing a smile, he turned and strode
+away as fast as he could, saying, that "We had just rode all the
+way to see that there was nothing to <i>be</i> seen."</p>
+<p>I remember his riding upon a terribly high spirited horse, who
+had the perilous fancy of leaping every drain, rivulet, and ditch
+that came in our way; the consequence was, that he was
+everlastingly bogging himself, while sometimes his rider kept his
+seat despite of his plunging, and at other times he was obliged to
+extricate himself the best way he could. In coming through a place
+called the Milsey Bog, I said to him, "Mr. Scott, that's the
+maddest deil of a beast I ever saw. Can ye no gar him tak a wee
+mair time? He's just out o' ae lair intil another wi' ye."</p>
+<p>"Ay," said he, "we have been very oft, these two days past, like
+the Pechs; we could stand straight up and tie our shoes." I did not
+understand the joke, nor do I yet, but I think these were his
+words.</p>
+<p>We visited the old castles of Thirlestane and Tushilaw, and
+dined and spent the afternoon, and the night, with Mr. Brydon, of
+Crosslee. Sir Walter was all the while in the highest good-humour,
+and seemed to enjoy the range of mountain solitude, which we
+traversed, exceedingly. Indeed I never saw him otherwise. In the
+fields&mdash;on the rugged mountains&mdash;or even toiling in Tweed
+to the waist, I have seen his glee not only surpass himself, but
+that of all other men. I remember of leaving Altrive Lake once with
+him, accompanied by the same Mr. Laidlaw, and Sir Adam Fergusson,
+to visit the tremendous solitudes of The Grey Mare's Tail, and Loch
+Skene. I conducted them through that wild region by a path, which,
+if not rode by Clavers, was, I daresay, never rode by another
+gentleman. Sir Adam rode inadvertently into a gulf, and got a sad
+fright, but Sir Walter, in the very worst paths, never dismounted,
+save at Loch Skene to take some dinner. We went to Moffat that
+night, where we met with some of his family, and such a day and
+night of glee I never witnessed. Our very perils were matter to him
+of infinite merriment; and then there was a short-tempered boot-boy
+at the inn, who wanted to pick a quarrel with him, at which he
+laughed till the water ran over his cheeks.</p>
+<p>I was disappointed in never seeing some incident in his
+subsequent works laid in a scene resembling the rugged solitude
+around Loch Skene, for I never saw him survey any with so much
+attention. A single serious look at a scene generally filled his
+mind with it, and he seldom took another; but here he took the
+names of all the hills, their altitudes, and relative situations
+with regard to one another, and made me repeat them several times.
+It may occur in some of his works which I have not seen, and I
+think it will, for he has rarely ever been known to interest
+himself, either in a scene or a character, which did not appear
+afterwards in all its most striking peculiarities.</p>
+<p>There are not above five people in the world who, I think, know
+Sir Walter better, or understand his character better, than I do;
+and if I outlive him, which is likely, as I am five months and ten
+days younger, I will draw a mental portrait of him, the likeness of
+which to the original shall not be disputed. In the meantime, this
+is only a reminiscence, in my own line, of an illustrious friend
+among the mountains.</p>
+<p>The enthusiasm with which he recited, and spoke of our ancient
+ballads, during that first tour of his through the forest, inspired
+me with a determination immediately to begin and imitate them,
+which I did, and soon grew tolerably good at it. Of course I
+dedicated The Mountain Bard to him:</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>Blest be his generous heart for aye;</p>
+<p>He told me where the relic lay,</p>
+<p>Pointed my way with ready will,</p>
+<p>Afar on Ettrick's wildest hill,</p>
+<p>Watched my first notes with curious eye,</p>
+<p>And wonder'd at my minstrelsy:</p>
+<p>He little ween'd a parent's tongue</p>
+<p>Such strains had o'er my cradle sung.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<i>Edinburgh Literary Journal.</i>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS.</h2>
+<hr />
+<h3>NOTES OF A BOOKWORM.</h3>
+<h4>(<i>For the Mirror.</i>)</h4>
+<p>Robberies and iniquities of all kinds were so uncommon in the
+reign of Alfred, that it is said, he hung up golden bracelets near
+the highways, and no man dared to touch them.</p>
+<p>Earl Godwin, in order to appease Hardicanute, (whose brother he
+had been instrumental in murdering,) made him a magnificent present
+of a galley with a gilt stern, rowed by fourscore men, who wore
+each of them a golden bracelet on his arm, weighing sixteen ounces,
+and were clothed and armed in the most sumptuous manner.
+Hardicanute pleased with the splendour of the spectacle, quickly
+forgot his brother's murder, and on Godwin's swearing that he was
+innocent of the crime, allowed him to be acquitted.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page77" name="page77"></a>[pg
+77]</span>
+<p>The cities of England appear by <i>Domesday Book</i>, to have
+been at the conquest little better than villages; York itself,
+though it was always the second, at least the third city in
+England, contained only 1,418 families; Norwich contained 738
+houses; Exeter, 315; Ipswich, 538; Northampton, 60; Hertford, 146;
+Bath, 64; Canterbury, 262; Southampton, 84; and Warwick, 225.</p>
+<p>As the extreme ignorance of the age made deeds or writings very
+rare, the county or hundred courts were the places where the most
+remarkable civil transactions were finished. Here testaments were
+promulgated, slaves manumitted, bargains of sale concluded; and
+sometimes for greater security, the most remarkable of these deeds
+were inserted in the blank leaves of the parish Bible, which thus
+became a register too sacred to be falsified. It was not unusual to
+add to the deed an imprecation on all such as should be guilty of
+that crime.</p>
+<p>The laws of Alfred enjoin, that if any one know that his enemy
+or agressor, after doing him an injury, resolves to keep within his
+own house and his own lands, he shall not fight him till he require
+compensation for the injury. If he be strong enough, he may besiege
+him in his house for seven days without attacking him, and if the
+agressor be willing, during that time to surrender himself and his
+arms, his adversary may detain him thirty days; but is compelled
+afterwards to restore him safe to his friends, and <i>be content
+with the compensation</i>.</p>
+<p>The price of the King's head or his weregild, as it was then
+called, was by law, 30,000 thrismas, near &pound;1,300. of our
+present money. The price of the prince's head was 15,000 thrismas;
+a bishop's or <i>alderman's</i> HEAD (quere, ought not the STOMACH
+to have been the part thus valued?) was valued at 8,000; a
+sheriff's, 4,000; a thane's, or clergy-man's, 2,000; a ceorles, or
+husband-man's, 266. It must be understood that when a person was
+unwilling, or unable to pay the fine, he was outlawed, and the
+kindred of the deceased might punish him as they thought
+proper.</p>
+<p>Gervase, of Tilbury, says, that in Henry the First's time, bread
+sufficient for 100 men, for a day, was rated at THREE SHILLINGS, or
+a shilling of that age.</p>
+<p>By the laws of Ethelbert, any one who committed adultery with
+his neighbour's wife, was obliged to pay him a fine, AND BUY HIM
+ANOTHER WIFE.</p>
+<p>The tenants in the King's demesne lands, in the reign of Henry
+II., were compelled to supply, GRATIS, the court with provisions
+and carriages, when the King went into any of the counties. These
+exactions were so grievous, and levied in so licentious a manner,
+that at the approach of the court, the farmers often deserted their
+houses, and sheltered themselves and families in the woods, from
+the insults of the King's retinue.</p>
+<p>John Baldwin held the manor of Oterasfree, in Aylesbury, of the
+King, in soccage, by this service of finding litter for the King's
+bed, viz. in summer, <i>grass or herbs</i>, and two grey geese; and
+in winter, <i>straw</i>, and three eels, throughout the year, if
+the King should come thrice in the year to Aylesbury.</p>
+<p>Prince Henry, son of William I. disgusted at the little
+attention his brothers, Robert and William, paid to him in an
+accommodation respecting the succession to the throne, retired to
+St. Michael's Mount, in Normandy, and infested the neighbourhood
+with his forces. Robert and William, with their joint forces,
+besieged him in this place, and had nearly reduced him by the
+scarcity of water; when the elder hearing of his distress,
+permitted him to supply himself, and also sent him some pipes of
+wine for his own table. Being reproved by William for his ill-timed
+generosity, he replied, "<i>What, shall I suffer my brother to die
+of thirst? Where shall we find another when he is gone</i>?"</p>
+<p>CLARENCE.</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.</h2>
+<hr />
+<h3>COBBETT'S CORN.</h3>
+<p>The most interesting article in the last Number of the
+<i>Westminster Review</i>, is a paper on Cobbett's Corn, headed
+with the title of Mr. Cobbett's Treatise on the cultivation of the
+plant. The reviewer has there interwoven some choice extracts from
+Mr. Cobbett's book, which together with the connecting
+observations, we have abridged to suit our columns:&mdash;</p>
+<p>The value of Indian Corn has never been disputed: it could not,
+by men who had ever seen the corn of America, or the maize of the
+more southern districts of France. Its introduction into England
+has not been speculated upon; for it was supposed there was an
+<i>in limine</i> objection, that in our climate it would not ripen.
+In the more northern part of France, for the same reason, its
+cultivation is not known, and in the map prefixed to Arthur Young's
+Travels in <span class="pagenum"><a id="page78" name=
+"page78"></a>[pg 78]</span> France and other countries, may be seen
+a line drawn across the country, which line he considered was the
+limit of the maize country. Neither has this experiment till now
+been tried, for Cobbett's corn is a different variety of Indian or
+American, from that cultivated either in the new or old world. It
+appears that it is a dwarfish species, and one which will not only
+ripen in this country, but produce results of fertility beyond that
+calculated upon in the United States in the most prosperous
+seasons. It was an accident which threw it into Mr. Cobbett's
+hands: his son brought some seeds from plants growing in a
+gentleman's garden in the French province of Artois, and it was
+only at his son's repeated entreaty that he was prevailed upon to
+try its effects. And even this entreaty from a son might not have
+prevailed, had not the influence of a sleepless night from the heat
+of summer, led to a conversation to be followed by results so
+important.</p>
+<p>"In the month of June, 1827," says Mr. Cobbett, "my son and I
+slept one night in the same room in the garden-house at Barn-elm.
+The night was very hot, and neither his bed nor mine was cool
+enough to permit us to get to sleep, in a case like which, people
+generally get to talking; and I, in a mood, half between
+restlessness and laziness, asked him, whether Mr. Walker had
+planted his corn. He said he had; and that led him off into a train
+of arguing, the object of which was, to maintain his former opinion
+relative to the great benefits that would attend the cultivation of
+this crop. He entered into a calculation of the distances, the
+space of ground required by each plant, the number of plants upon
+an acre, the number of ears upon a plant, the quantity of seed upon
+an ear, ending in a statement of the amount of the crop per acre.
+He then dwelt upon the quantity and value of the fodder, upon the
+facility of cultivation, upon the small quantity of seed required
+for an acre; and, finally, upon the preparation which the growing
+of the crop would make for a succeeding crop of wheat.</p>
+<p>"I do confess, that I was very hard to be convinced; I became
+interested to be sure, and I resolved to give the thing a trial
+immediately, if possible, or rather to set about it immediately;
+but, I confess, that if the thing had been urged upon me by almost
+any other person, I should not have done it. 'Well, then,' said I,
+'William, we will give your little corn a trial, for it is not too
+late yet.' But now a difficulty that appeared to be insuperable
+arose; namely, that the seed was all gone! The seed was all planted
+in Sussex. As soon as I reflected on this, I became really eager to
+make the experiment; so true it is, that we seldom know the full
+value of what we have had, till we have lost it. I recollected,
+however, that I had rather recently seen an ear or two of this corn
+in some seed-drawers that I had in the garden-house, not being
+quite sure, however, that they were of the true sort; and now I,
+who had so long turned from the subject rather with indifference,
+could not go to sleep for my doubts, my hopes, and fears, about
+these two bits of ears of corn. We had no light, or I should have
+got up to go and hunt the boxes, which I did as soon as day-light
+appeared, and there, to my great joy, I found two bits of ears of
+corn, which from the size and shape of the cobb, I knew to be of
+the true sort. This was upon the 8th of June in the morning."</p>
+<p>Indian corn is a kind of corn tree, so that it would be exempt
+from the sneer of the Tartars who despise the men that live on "the
+top of a weed." The top of Indian Corn supplies the place of hay or
+of straw for fodder: it is the flower of the plant, and bears the
+farina like the wheat-ear, but the grains are deposited in the ears
+which come out of the stalk lower down. These ears are enveloped in
+their leaves which are called the husk. The number of ears varies
+in different plants, three is the common number. Seven are a
+curiosity. One stalk in Mr. Cobbett's field bore seven ears, and
+Mr. Cobbett, jun. sent it as a present to the king's gardener at
+Kew, comparing it to that "one stalk mentioned in Pharaoh's dream
+of the seven years of plenty." For it must not be forgotten that
+Mr. Cobbett maintains that Indian corn is the true corn of
+scripture, and defends this opinion by many plausible arguments. We
+have no room to discuss them, and shall only observe in
+contravention, that Indian corn is not now known in Palestine or
+Syria, and that it is dangerous to raise a verbal discussion
+founded upon a translation. His argument is, however, well worth
+the attention of all our biblical readers. In America the Indian
+corn alone monopolizes the name of corn: all other corn is called
+grain: so important is the cultivation of it there, that it puzzles
+the Yankees exceedingly to know how the old country can get on
+without corn; and so identified is the great roll of grain, with
+the name of an ear of corn, that when Mr. Cobbett once read an
+account to an American farmer, of a young English <span class=
+"pagenum"><a id="page79" name="page79"></a>[pg 79]</span> lord
+lying dangerously ill from having swallowed an ear of corn; the man
+started up and exclaimed, a whole ear of corn! no wonder that poor
+John Bull is in such a miserable state, when his lords have got
+swallows like that.</p>
+<p>The Indian corn being a large plant requires both air and space:
+it is consequently raised in hills far apart, after the manner of
+our hop plants; and reckons upon a deep ploughing between the hills
+after it is partly grown up for a supply of health and vigour. This
+great distance between the hills, sometimes placed four feet apart
+one way, and five feet apart another way, and the height of the
+plant with its lofty top and its lateral ears form a far different
+picture than that presented by an English corn field. Cobbett's or
+the dwarf corn is, however, only four feet high: he planted his in
+rows three feet apart, which distance he is inclined to think is
+too small. "Three feet do not give room for good, true, and
+tolerably deep ploughing: and that is the main thing in the
+cultivation of corn, which indeed will not thrive well, if the
+ground be not deeply moved, and very near to the plants to which
+they are growing. You will see in America a field of corn late in
+June, perhaps, which has not been ploughed, looking to-day sickly
+and sallow. Look at it only in four days' time, if ploughed the day
+after you saw it, and its colour is totally changed. Five feet are
+accordingly recommended as the distance between the rows, and six
+inches only between the plants."</p>
+<p>A great advantage of Indian or Cobbett's corn is, that it
+occupies the ground for little more than half the year: it is
+planted in May or June, and ripens in November. Unlike common corn
+or grain, where there is generally a superabundance of blades,
+every plant of Indian corn is of importance: it cannot be spared;
+and as the sweetness of the early growth renders it a tempting prey
+to birds, insects, and rabbits, it becomes necessary to guard
+against their encroachments with the most lively care.</p>
+<p>Weeds are to be instantly put down on their first appearance, or
+corn is not to be expected; "the poor corn-plant, if left to
+itself, will soon be like Gulliver when bound down by the
+Lilliputians." The hoe is the instrument to be used on this
+occasion, and then the plough; the latter operation is repeated
+twice; two double ploughings are the death of weeds, and the life
+of the plants; the first takes place when the corn is from six to
+eight inches high, and the second, about the middle of July, or
+earlier, when the plants are about a foot and a half high, or from
+that to two feet. "Let no one," says Cobbett, "be afraid of their
+tearing about the roots of the plants, when they are at this
+advanced age and height;" and in encouraging them to pursue the
+work resolutely and fearlessly, he tells them of the way in which
+the Yankee farmer manages the matter, and digresses, as he loves to
+digress, into a picture of manners, or an old recollection.</p>
+<p>"Ninety-nine of my readers out of a hundred, and I dare say,
+nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand, will shudder at the
+thought of tearing about in this manner; thinking that
+breaking-off, tearing-off, cutting-off the roots of such large
+plants, just as they are coming into bloom, must be a sort of work
+of destruction. Let them read the book of Mr. Tull; or let them go
+and see my friends the Yankees, who generally drive the thing off
+to the last moment, especially if they be young enough to have a
+'frolic' stand between them and the ploughing of the corn; or if
+the wife want the horses to go ten or twenty miles to have a gossip
+with a neighbour over a comfortable cup of tea; but they, to do
+them justice, do not forget the beef steaks, or the barbecued
+fowls, on these occasions; that is to say, a fowl caught up in the
+yard, scalded in a minute, cleaned the next, and splitted down the
+back, and clapped upon the <i>gridiron</i> (favourite implement of
+mine,) and then upon the table, along with the hot cakes, the
+preserved peaches, and the comfortable cup of tea. If a wife want
+the horses for this purpose, or for any other, and should continue
+too long a time in a visiting or frolicing humour, the poor corn
+gives signs of the consequence, by becoming yellow, and
+sharp-pointed at the blade. By and by, however, the Yankee comes
+with his plough; and it would frighten an English farmer out of his
+senses to see how he goes on, swearing at the horses, and tearing
+about the ground, and tumbling it up against the plants; but, at
+any rate, moving it all pretty deeply, somehow or other. I have
+seen them do this when the tassel was nearly at its full height,
+and when the silk was appearing from the ears. One rule is
+invariable; that is, that if the corn be not ploughed at all there
+will be no crop; there will be tassel, and the semblance of ears;
+but (upon ordinary land, at least,) there will be no crop at
+all."</p>
+<p>(<i>To be concluded in our next.</i>)</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page80" name="page80"></a>[pg
+80]</span>
+<hr class="full" />
+<h2>THE GATHERER.</h2>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p class="i10">"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."</p>
+<p class="i14">SHAKSPEARE.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<hr />
+<h3>ONE WAY TO DIE FOR LOVE.</h3>
+<p>A lady, nearly related to the writer, having a great partiality
+(though married) for the feline race, particularly lavished favours
+upon a young and beautiful cat, whom she constantly fed, taught to
+perform several pleasing tricks, and in short made of the animal
+such a companion, that she never liked it to be out of her sight.
+She had also in her service a cook, who boasted not of partialities
+for any living creature, save a village youth, for whom she
+cherished a flame that rivalled the bright and ardent fire of her
+own kitchen; to him she generously assigned as a hiding place and
+rendezvous, the corner of an out-house, to which she frequently
+stole in order to enjoy a <i>t&eacute;te &agrave; t&eacute;te</i>
+with her admirer. Thither also stole puss, either in gratitude for
+past savoury benefactions, or in anticipation of future. But the
+lady of the house, frequently missing her favourite, and tracing
+her one day into the place of rendezvous, thus unluckily effected
+the discovery of cook and her swain. The damsel apprehending that
+such interruptions to their interviews might, from the
+gourmandizing propensities of the favourite, be frequent,
+determined to prevent them for ever; the very next time that puss,
+as usual, followed her, seizing with savage exultation the harmless
+creature, she severed with a huge carving knife, its head from its
+body! An exploit truly worthy of the <i>tender</i> passion, and the
+<i>gentle</i> sex!</p>
+<p>M.L.B.</p>
+<hr />
+<p>George I. was remarkably fond of seeing the play of <i>Henry
+VIII</i>. which had something in it that seemed to hit the taste of
+that monarch. One night being very attentive to that part of the
+play where Henry VIII. commands his minister, Wolsey, to write
+circular letters of indemnity to every county where the payment of
+certain heavy taxes had been disputed, and remarking the manner in
+which the minister artfully communicated these commands to his
+secretary, Cromwell, whispering thus:&mdash;</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>"A word with you:</p>
+<p>Let there be letters writ to every shire</p>
+<p>Of the King's grace and pardon; the griev'd commons</p>
+<p>Hardly conceive of me&mdash;Let it be nois'd</p>
+<p>That thro' <i>our intercession</i> this revokement</p>
+<p>And pardon comes."&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>&mdash;The king could not help smiling at the craft of the
+minister, in filching from his master the merit of the action,
+though he himself had been the author of the evil complained of;
+and turning to the Prince of Wales, said, "You see, George, what
+you have one day to expect; an English minister will be an English
+minister in every age and in every reign."</p>
+<p>W.C.R.R.</p>
+<hr />
+<h3>AN "INDWELLING" JOKE.</h3>
+<p>A certain would-be bibliopole, desirous of emulating the
+Constables, Boyds, and Colburns of this century, lately opened a
+couple of windows at Johnston, and exhibited the beautiful
+wood-cuts on the title page of the Shorter Catechism to the
+wondering amateurs of the fine arts there with so much success, as
+to induce him to become printer and publisher. Forthwith he set to
+throwing off an impression of a thousand copies&mdash;he was fond
+of round numbers&mdash;of a work "<i>on Indwelling Sin</i>." It
+threatened to be an indwelling sore in his shop; and he set off to
+Campbelton to sell a few in that pious place. A tobacco-seller and
+grocer gave him a cask of whisky for the lot&mdash;which, on his
+return, he disposed of to a popular publican; and now, when the
+wags of the place seek to wet their whistle, they gravely call for
+"a gill of indwelling sin!"&mdash;<i>Edinburgh Literary
+Journal</i>.</p>
+<hr />
+<p>Learning is like mercury, one of most powerful and excellent
+things in the world in skilful hands; in unskilful, the most
+mischievous.&mdash;<i>Pope</i>.</p>
+<hr />
+LIMBIRD'S EDITION OF THE<br />
+<i>Following Novels is already Published</i>:
+<pre>
+ s. d.
+ Mackenzie's Man of Feeling 0 6
+ Paul and Virginia 0 6
+ The Castle of Otranto 0 6
+ Almoran and Hamet 0 6
+ Elizabeth, or the Exiles of Siberia 0 6
+ The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne 0 6
+ Rasselas 0 8
+ The Old English Baron 0 8
+ Nature and Art 0 8
+ Goldsmith's Vicar of Wakefieid 0 10
+ Sicilian Romance 1 0
+ The Man of the World 1 0
+ A Simple Story 1 4
+ Joseph Andrews 1 6
+ Humphry Clinker 1 8
+ The Romance of the Forest 1 8
+ The Italian 2 0
+ Zeluco, by Dr. Moore 2 6
+ Edward, by Dr. Moore 2 6
+ Roderick Random 2 6
+ The Mysteries of Udolpho 3 6
+ Peregrine Pickle 4 6
+</pre>
+<hr class="full" />
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote1" name=
+"footnote1"></a><b>Footnote 1</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag1">(return)</a> Saccharissa, or the Lady Dorothy
+Sydney, resided at Penshurst, near Tunbridge.</blockquote>
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote2" name=
+"footnote2"></a><b>Footnote 2</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag2">(return)</a> He prescribed eighteen pints of the
+water for a morning's dose.</blockquote>
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote3" name=
+"footnote3"></a><b>Footnote 3</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag3">(return)</a> Grammont, in his fascinating
+"Memoirs," thus describes the Wells at his period, 1664, when
+Catherine, Queen of Charles II. was here for two months, with all
+the beauties of the court:
+<p>"Tunbridge is the same distance from London that Fontainebleau
+is from Paris, and is, at the season, the general rendezvous of all
+the gay and handsome of both sexes. The company, though always
+numerous, is always select; since those who repair thither for
+diversion, even exceed the number of those who go thither for
+health. Every thing here breathes mirth and pleasure; constraint is
+banished; familiarity is established upon the first acquaintance;
+and joy and pleasure are the sole sovereigns of the place. The
+company are accommodated with lodgings in little clean and
+convenient habitations, that lie straggling and separated from each
+other, a mile and a half round the Wells, where the company meet in
+the morning. The place consists of a long walk, shaded by pleasant
+trees, under which they walk while they are drinking the waters. On
+one side of this walk is a long row of shops, plentifully stocked
+with all manner of toys, lace, gloves, stockings, and where there
+is raffling, as at Paris, in the Foire de Saint Germain. On the
+other side of the Walk is the Market and as it is the custom here
+for every person to buy their own provisions, care is taken that
+nothing offensive appears upon the stalls. Here young, fair,
+fresh-coloured country girls, with clean linen, small straw hats,
+and neat shoes and stockings, sell game, vegetables, flowers, and
+fruit. Here one may live as one pleases. Here is likewise deep
+play, and no want of amorous intrigues. As soon as the evening
+comes, every one quits his little palace to assemble on the
+bowling-green, where, in the open air, those who choose, dance upon
+a turf more soft and smooth than the finest carpet in the
+world."</p>
+</blockquote>
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote4" name=
+"footnote4"></a><b>Footnote 4</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag4">(return)</a> "This chapel," says Hasted, "stands
+remarkably in three parishes&mdash;the pulpit in Speldhurst, the
+altar in Tunbridge, and the vestry in Frant. The stream also, which
+parted the counties of Kent and Sussex, formerly ran underneath it,
+but is now turned to a greater distance."&mdash;<i>Hist. Kent</i>,
+vol. iii.</blockquote>
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote5" name=
+"footnote5"></a><b>Footnote 5</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag5">(return)</a> Archibald, of Kilspindie, a noble
+Douglas, and until the disgrace of his clan, a personal friend and
+favourite of James V. of Scotland. For the incidents of this
+ballad, vide <i>Tales of a Grandfather</i>, 1st Series, vol.
+3.</blockquote>
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote6" name=
+"footnote6"></a><b>Footnote 6</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag6">(return)</a> The Safety Lamp</blockquote>
+<blockquote class="footnote"><a id="footnote7" name=
+"footnote7"></a><b>Footnote 7</b>: <a href=
+"#footnotetag7">(return)</a> We give this paper as an illustration
+of the office of the <i>Sisters of Charity</i>. The incidents upon
+which the Drama is founded, are those of the Two Sisters of Ancona,
+a pretty little tale in the Juvenile Keepsake, by Mrs. Godwin. One
+sister in an attempt to carry provisions and intelligence to her
+lover, is taken prisoner by the French, and condemned to die; the
+other is a nun, who effects her escape by changing dresses, and
+remains, and actually perishes in her stead. On the stage, the
+sister is made the daughter of the Sister of Charity, and the fruit
+of a secret and unhappy connexion with a French officer, who proves
+to be the commander of the detachment&mdash;hence both their lives
+are saved.</blockquote>
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11519 ***</div>
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