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PRICE 2d."> + <tr> + <td align="left" width="28%"><b>VOL 14. No. 388.]</b></td> + <td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 1829.</b></td> + <td align="right" width="28%"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td> + </tr> +</table> +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2>ST. DUNSTAN'S, FLEET STREET.</h2> + +<div class="figure" style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/388-1.png"><img width="100%" src="images/388-1.png" alt= + "A line drawing of St. Dunstan's, Fleet Street." /></a> +</div> +<p>No church in London is perhaps better known than the above, which is +distinctively called Saint Dunstan's in the West. External elegance has +little to do with this celebrity, which has been acquired by the two wooden +figures placed on a pediment in front, representing savages, who indicate +the hours and quarters by striking a bell with their clubs: this has caused +a wag to describe them as the most striking wonders of the metropolis. +Another, who is equally disposed to sport with their notoriety, says, "as +they are visible in the street, they are more admired by many of the +populace on Sundays, than the most elegant preacher from the pulpit +within." We are, however, induced to hope better; especially as Dr. Donne, +the celebrated Richard Baxter, and the pious Romaine were preachers at St. +Dunstan's.</p> + +<p>There is no evidence when this church was erected; but Stow records burials +in it so early as the year 1421. The date of the above view is 1739, and +from a foot-note to the Engraving, we learn that the church was dedicated +to St. Dunstan, archbishop of Canterbury, who died A.D. 990. "It was +anciently a Rectory, in the patronage of the Convent of Westminster. +Richard de Barking, the abbot, in 1237, granted the advowson to King Henry +III., which continued in the crown till 1362; it was afterwards in the gift +of the bishop of London, till 1386; when Robert de Braybrooke, the bishop, +granted it to the abbot and Convent of Premonastratenses of Alnwick in +Northumberland, where the patronage remained till their suppression. King +Edward VI. granted it to the Lord Dudley, but both the Rectory and Advowson +of the Vicarage were afterwards granted to Sir Richard Sackville, till +alienated to George Rivers, in 1625; it is now in the gift of Joseph +Taylor, Esq." (to whom the Plate is dedicated).</p> + +<p>St. Dunstan's luckily escaped the fire of London in 1666, which stopped within + three houses of it, as did also another fire, in 1730. The clock and figures + were put up in 1761, and an accurate description of them (quoted from Smith's + <i>London</i> by our esteemed correspondent, P. T. W.) will be found at page + 148, vol. xi. of the <span class="scaps">Mirror</span>. The church was thoroughly repaired, and the roof + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page146" id="page146"></a>[pg 146]</span>considerably + raised in 1701. The last repairs, which were considerable, were executed in + the year 1820; but it is expected that the whole building will be shortly taken + down, and a new church erected, so as to widen the public thoroughfare.</p> + +<p>Our Engraving is an interesting view of the church nearly a century since, +when a range of shops (since removed) extended beneath the whole of this +side of the structure; and the respective signs must have been unholy +appendages to what appeared like part and parcel of a house of prayer. The +clock is accurately represented, the bracket being a carved figure of Time +with expanded wings, as mention by Smith. The clockmaker proposed to the +parish "to do one thing, which London shall not show the like," and we hope +our Engraving may be the means of rescuing his eccentric ingenuity from +oblivion.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h3>A DESULTORY CHAPTER ON LOCALITIES.</h3> + +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4> + +<p class="quote">Rotterdam and Erasmus.—Holyrood and Mary Queen of Scots.—Scotland.—Switzerland + and Rousseau.—Pope's Grotto.—Chiswick, &c.</p> +<p>There is perhaps no sentiment more generally felt, or more delightful, than +that indescribable interest with which we are led to contemplate places and +scenes, immortalized in historical renown, or hallowed by genius.</p> + +<p>The propensity for moving from place to place, so observable in mankind, +derives, no doubt, its chief zest from the anxiety we feel to visit +countries of which in the course of our historical researches, we have +heard and read so much to awaken our interest, and excite our admiration.</p> + +<p>Without the early reverence which we as boys imbibe for the departed splendour + of Greece and Rome, we should not as men be found wandering among the ruins + of the Pyræus, or the deserted streets of Pompeii. We find it impossible + to behold unmoved the sad, the astonishing changes which time, the arch-destroyer + has effected with his giant arm. Our exuberant fancies carry us back to those + remote periods when all was glory and magnificence, where now ruin and desolation + have established their melancholy empire. Abandoning ourselves to the potent + influence of classical contemplations of the past, we revel in the full indulgence + of antiquarian enthusiasm. Imagination, however, needs not in general so wide + a field for the exercise of her magic powers. We desire perhaps more of pleasurable + excitement from the recollections attached to spots identified in our minds + with events of individual or ideal interest, than from the loftier train of + thoughts produced by a pilgrimage to countries which have become famous in ancient + or modern story. Thus we experience more delight in visiting places, remarkable + as having once been the resort or habitations of distinguished men, than in + viewing the ruins of an ancient citadel, or the site of a celebrated battle. + The events achieved on the latter may indeed, in their time, have turned the + scale of empires; but the association of ideas in the former instances, speak + a thousand times more feeling to our individual sympathies. I remember when + passing a couple of days in the opulent city of Rotterdam, that after walking + all the morning along its crowded streets, and paying the accustomed stranger's + tribute of admiration to its quays, its port, and its commercial magnificence, + I at length halted before the statue of Erasmus. It stands on a pedestal in + the middle of a large market, and represents the celebrated scholar, clothed + in his professor's gown, and seemingly gazing with dignified unconcern at the + busy multitude around. I remained looking at the effigy before me, with a reverential + feeling akin to that of the devotee at the shrine of a patron saint. Imagination + transported me back to the eventful times in which Erasmus flourished, opening + to my mind's eye a long vista of historical recollections, till my absorbed + demeanour attracted observation. I found myself exposed to that vacant stare + with which people are so apt to disconcert your composure, if they observe you + contemplating with curiosity and interest, objects which they have seen every + day of their lives, and for that very reason always pass unnoticed. Leaving + then my position, yet anxious to follow up the train of ideas it had inspired, + I sought, and by dint of inquiry, discovered the habitation of Erasmus. It is + in a dirty street, and consists of one moderately sized, low roofed apartment, + on the first floor of an old fashioned, ill-built house, which the vicissitudes + of time have converted into an <i>Estaminet</i>.<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1"><sup>1</sup></a> + I was conducted up a dark, narrow staircase into the close, dingy room, by an + ugly, ignorant frau, who seemed to wonder what earthly inducement I had to visit + her dwelling-<span class="pagenum"><a name="page147" id="page147"></a>[pg 147]</span>house. + Lumber and moth-eaten furniture were carelessly scattered around. A solitary + window, partly blocked up by an old mattress, barely admitted light sufficient + to make objects visible. All was neglect and desolation. It seemed almost impossible + that so obscure and dismal a lodging could have been occupied by so illustrious + a tenant. I fancied I beheld the most learned man of his age, the counsellor + and companion of princes, and the contemporary and rival of Sir Thomas More, + indulging his classical reveries in this comfortless chamber, regardless of + its forlorn and squalid aspect. The charm was omnipotent. Seated in an ancient + leathern-bottomed chair, my hostess, and the dust and darkness of the place + were overlooked or forgotten. The spirit of the mighty dead seemed to hover + around, as a sort of <i>genius loci</i>, rescuing the wretched tenement from + otherwise deserved oblivion, and making its very dinginess venerable!</p> + + + <p>On another occasion I recollect experiencing very strikingly, the force of + local impressions. It was when visiting the apartments of Mary Queen of Scots, + in the palace of Holyrood. Recalling to mind, with the enthusiasm of one of + her warmest admirers, every circumstance connected with the eventful history + of that unfortunate princess, it was impossible for me not to feel penetrated + with the deepest interest. I traversed the very rooms in which she had sat, + and conversed, and passed her hours of peaceful privacy. My fancy pictured + that privacy rudely and brutally invaded by Darnley and his ruffian associates, + when bent on the murder of the ill-fated Rizzio. I mentally compared the circumstances + of that deed of blood, as related by historians, with the facilities for committing + it, afforded by the distribution of apartments. They tallied exactly. There + was the little room in which sat the queen with her ladies and the devoted + secretary. Close to the door appeared the dark, narrow, turret staircase, + which Darnley ascended before he rushed into Mary's presence. The struggle + must have been desperate, for the murder was not effected in that chamber, + Rizzio being either dragged, or escaped into an adjoining and very obscure + anteroom in which the crime was perpetrated. They pretend to show you marks + of his blood yet visible on the floor. Although all such horrible vestiges + have been most probably long since obliterated, it is yet just possible that + some may remain. To believe so, at the moment, was a lawful indulgence of + my previous illusion. I could have followed the train of associations thus + created much further, had not the person appointed to act as Cicerone hurried + me through the apartments. Their doors closed against me, and the spell was + broken.</p> + + +<p>Edinburgh is full of interesting localities; particularly the old town. In +its ancient "wynds and closes," now tenanted by the veriest of the plebeian +race, in former days resided men of the most distinguished rank and +celebrity. Before the stupendous improvements of later times had justly +entitled the Scottish metropolis to the appellation of the modern Athens, +the princes and nobles of the land, its judges and senators, were obliged +to dwell in those dirty streets and alleys, from which "Auld Reekie" +derived its then appropriate appellation. When in progress of time they +removed to more splendid and suitable abodes, their abandoned tenements +became habitations of wretchedness. Much however remained in them to remind +posterity of their former proprietors; and whoever is not afraid of +encountering the spectacle of a swarming population in a state of abject +and squalid poverty, will find an abundant field for his antiquarian +researches in the old town of Edinburgh. Like Switzerland, and other +mountainous countries, Scotland is by nature formed to be a land of +romantic associations; but how wonderfully have her historians, poets, and +novelists contributed to create and preserve them! The author of Waverley +has thrown a classic halo around the wild beauties of his native land, and +communicated to stranger minds a national enthusiasm which <i>his</i> soul alone +could have felt, <i>his</i> pen alone inspired! In Scotland, almost every step +we take is on hallowed ground, and the lover of historical recollections +may enjoy to its full extent the delight of visiting places immortalized by +the achievements of her heroes, or the pen of her poets.</p> + +<p>To a man fond of localities, travelling either on the continent or in England, + will furnish numerous opportunities of indulging the reveries to which they + give birth. It would be hardly possible to name a town, or a village, utterly + destitute of local interest. In almost every instance, some memento would be + discovered to hallow its site, and to engage the observation of an intelligent + traveller. With a mind predisposed to enjoy mental associations, they will crowd + on us wherever we go, and be suggested by the veriest trifles. <span class="pagenum"><a name="page148" id="page148"></a>[pg + 148]</span>Rousseau could not contain his ecstacy at beholding a little flower + (<i>la parvenche</i>) in bloom, which thirty years before, Madame de Warens + had first pointed out to his notice. That simple incident summoned up a train + of exquisite reminiscences. No one, indeed, ever yielded so entirely to the + influence of local enthusiasm as the author of the <i>Nouvelle Heloise</i>. + No one has so successfully attempted to invest scenes, in themselves beautiful, + with the additional and powerful interest of ideal recollections. Picturesque + as are the shores of Leman, Meillerie, and Vevai, yet to Rousseau's sublime + conceptions and eloquent descriptions, they are chiefly indebted for the celebrity + which they enjoy. Nature made Switzerland a land of rugged magnificence. To + complete the charm, nothing was wanted, but that its mountains should be peopled + by the creations of Rousseau.</p> + +<p>It were needless, however, to travel to foreign countries in search of +interesting localities. Our own island teems with them. In the metropolis +and its environs, a diligent inquirer will find them at every step. How +many coffeehouses and taverns are there in London which at one time or +another have been frequented by celebrated characters, and how many houses +in which others equally celebrated have resided; such as that of Milton, in +Westminster; and of Johnson, in Bolt Court. How many old gable-ended +tenements do we see in the eastern parts of the town that were standing +before the fire, and which, if explored, might be found to contain the most +interesting relics of antiquity. What a number of streets, courts, and +alleys, bearing names at once indicative of their ancient origin, and of +scenes, and persons, and local circumstances long since forgotten!</p> + +<p>Then, if we extend our perambulations to the vicinity of London, how many +hallowed places shall we meet with? Where can we find a palace like Windsor +Castle, to which attach the historical recollections of many centuries, +adding, if possible, yet more solemnity to Gothic grandeur? Again, can +there be conceived a spot more entirely consecrated to classical +associations than the grotto, at Twickenham; that retreat in which gazing +on "Thames translucent stream," Pope passed so many hours of undisturbed +privacy—that spot</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Where British sighs from dying Wyndham stole,</p> +<p>And the bright flame was shot thro' Marchmont's soul."</p> +</div></div> + +<p>I have visited it in summer, when the warmth of a mid-day sun has rendered +the "<i>frigus amabile</i>" of the interior doubly inviting, and on such +occasions, have quite revelled in local enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>I remember, some years since, visiting the Duke of Devonshire's beautiful +villa, at Chiswick, in company with a friend, whose sentiments on the +subject of local impressions are similar to my own. While I was admiring +books and paintings in the library, my companion was contemplating in mute +emotion, the bed upon which Charles Fox breathed his last. That one object +engrossed all the powers of his soul; every other was forgotten!</p> + +<p class="source">C. J.</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>THE HUMBLE SPARROW'S ADDRESS TO T. S. A.</h3> + +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>My dearest Sir, how great a change</p> +<p>Has pass'd upon the groves I range,</p> +<p class="i6">Nay, all the face of nature!</p> +<p>A few weeks back, each pendent bough,</p> +<p>The fields, the groves, the mountain's brow,</p> +<p>Were bare and leafless all, but now</p> +<p class="i6">How verdant ev'ry feature!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Each little songster strives to raise</p> +<p>Its highest warbling notes of praise,</p> +<p class="i6">For all these blessings given:—</p> +<p>Ere Sol emerges from behind</p> +<p>The eastern hills, the lark we find</p> +<p>Soars, as it were on wings of wind,</p> +<p class="i6">With grateful notes to heaven.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A thousand others catch the strains,</p> +<p>Each bush and tree a tongue contains,</p> +<p class="i6">That offers up its praises.</p> +<p>From morn till the meridian day,</p> +<p>From noon till Sol has sunk away,</p> +<p>One ceaseless song, one grateful lay,</p> +<p class="i6">Each feather'd songster raises.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And when Night's grim and sable band,</p> +<p>Spreads her dim curtains o'er the land,</p> +<p class="i6">And all our prospect closes;</p> +<p>Then Philomela, queen of song,</p> +<p>The sweetest of the feather'd throng,</p> +<p>Takes up the theme the whole night long,</p> +<p class="i6">While nature all reposes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then surely I, the humblest bird,</p> +<p>That e'er among the groves was heard,</p> +<p class="i6">Should aid the thankful chorus;</p> +<p>With <i>chirping note</i> I'll join the sound,</p> +<p>For not <i>a Sparrow</i>, 'twill be found,</p> +<p>Without <span class="scaps">his</span> will falls to the ground,</p> +<p class="i6">Who high above reigns o'er us.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But what avail my feeble powers,</p> +<p>When softer notes descend in showers,</p> +<p class="i6">Mine are not worth regarding;</p> +<p>No honour'd title gilds my name,</p> +<p>No dulcet notes I e'er could claim;</p> +<p>So worthless I, you may obtain</p> +<p class="i6"><i>Two Sparrows</i> for a farthing.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Besides, I ne'er was form'd to <i>sing</i>,</p> +<p>And so must soar on humbler wing,</p> +<p class="i6">Since nature saw it fitter;</p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page149" id="page149"></a>[pg 149]</span> + <p>But yet my feeble powers I'll try,</p> +<p>And sound my <i>chatt'ring</i> notes on high,</p> +<p>For I am sure you'll not deny</p> +<p class="i6">To hear my simple <i>twitter</i>.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My gratitude is doubly due,</p> + <p>For all the hedges<a name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2"><sup>2</sup></a> + in my view,</p> +<p class="i6">Afford a verdant cover;</p> +<p>I now can build my nest once more,</p> +<p>From childhood's prying glance secure,</p> +<p>And from the hawk's keen eye, tho' o'er</p> +<p class="i6">The sacred bush he hover.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh! had I Philomela's tongue,</p> +<p>The thrush's note, or warbling song</p> +<p class="i6">Of blackbird, lark, or linnet;</p> +<p>I'd then more gratitude display,</p> +<p>Striving to raise a sweeter lay,</p> +<p>I'd sing the fleeting hours away,</p> +<p class="i6">Nor silent be a minute.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But I must quit the trembling spray,</p> +<p>And to my duty fly away,</p> +<p class="i6">To pick a straw or feather;</p> +<p>My mate is somewhere on the wing,</p> +<p>I think she's gone some moss to bring,</p> +<p>For we must work while it is spring,</p> +<p class="i6">And build our nest together.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So now adieu—I've chirp'd too long,</p> +<p>Must leave the finish of my song</p> +<p class="i6">To some more learned bird's son;</p> +<p>Whose mellow notes can charm the ear</p> +<p>With no discordant chatter near;</p> +<p>So now, dear Sir, I'm your sincere</p> + <p class="i6">And humble Sparrow.</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="source"><span class="scaps">Herdson</span>.</p> + +<hr /> + + +<h3>TO A DESTRUCTIVE INSECT ON A ROSEBUD.</h3> + +<h4>IN MANNER OF BURNS.</h4> + +<h4>(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>Ye imp o' death, how durst ye dwell</p> +<p>Within this pure and hallow'd cell,</p> +<p>Thy purposes I ken fu' well</p> +<p class="i14">Are to destroy,</p> +<p>And wi' a mortal breathing spell,</p> +<p class="i14">To blast each joy!</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Yet why upo' so sma' a flower,</p> +<p>Dost thou exert thy deadly pow'r,</p> +<p>And nip fair beauty's natal hour,</p> +<p class="i14">Wi' thy vile breath,</p> +<p>It is when wint'ry storms do low'r,</p> +<p class="i14">We look for death.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But thou, thou evil one, hast come,</p> +<p>To bring this wee rose to its doom,</p> +<p>Not i' time of woe and gloom,</p> +<p class="i14">But i' the spring,</p> +<p>When flowerets just begin to bloom.</p> +<p class="i14">And birds to sing.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>O fie, begone fra out my sight,</p> +<p>Nor dare attempt such joy to blight,</p> +<p>Thou evil wicked-doing doit,</p> +<p class="i14">Then hie away,</p> +<p>Seek not the <i>morning</i>, but the <i>night</i></p> +<p class="i14">To crush thy prey!</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="source">J. F. C.</p> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + +<h2>THE CONTEMPORARY TRAVELLER.</h2> + +<hr /> +<h3>JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF THE RED INDIANS OF NEWFOUNDLAND.</h3> + +<h4>(<i>Concluded from page</i> <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/1/1/5/1/11518/11518-h/11518-h.htm#page136">136</a>.)</h4> + +<p>"We spent several melancholy days wandering on the borders of the east end +of the lake, surveying the various remains of what we now contemplated to +have been an unoffending and cruelly extirpated people. At several places, +by the margin of the lake, are small clusters of winter and summer wigwams +in ruins. One difference, among others, between the Boeothick wigwams and +those of the other Indians, is, that in most of the former there are small +hollows, like nests, dug in the earth around the fireplace, one for each +person to sit in. These hollows are generally so close together, and also +so close to the fireplace, and to the sides of the wigwam, that I think it +probable these people have been accustomed to sleep in a sitting position. +There was one wooden building constructed for drying and smoking venison +in, still perfect; also a small log-house, in a dilapidated condition, +which we took to have been once a storehouse. The wreck of a large, +handsome, birch-rind canoe, about twenty-two feet in length, comparatively +new, and certainly very little used, lay thrown up among the bushes at the +beach. We supposed that the violence of a storm had rent it in the way it +was found, and that the people who were in it had perished; for the iron +nails, of which there was no want, all remained in it. Had there been any +survivors, nails being much prized by these people, they never having held +intercourse with Europeans, such an article would most likely have been +taken out for use again. All the birch trees in the vicinity of the lake +had been rinded, and many of them, and of the spruce fir, or var, had the +bark taken off, to use the inner part of it for food, as noticed before."</p> + +<p>"Their wooden repositories for the dead are what are in the most perfect + state of preservation. These are of different constructions, it would appear, + according to the character or rank of the persons entombed. In one of them, + which resembled a hut ten feet by eight or nine, and four or five feet high + in the centre, floored with squared poles, the roof covered with rinds of trees, + and in every way well secured against the weather inside, and the intrusion + of wild beasts, there were two grown persons laid out at full length, on the + floor, <span class="pagenum"><a name="page150" id="page150"></a>[pg 150]</span>the + bodies wrapped round with deerskins. One of these bodies appeared to have been + placed here not longer ago than five or six years. We thought there were children + laid in here also. On first opening this building, by removing the posts which + formed the ends, our curiosity was raised to the highest pitch; but what added + to our surprise, was the discovery of a white deal coffin, containing a skeleton + neatly shrouded in white muslin. After a long pause of conjecture how such a + thing existed here, the idea of <i>Mary March</i> occurred to one of the party, + and the whole mystery was at once explained.<a name="footnotetag3" id="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3"><sup>3</sup></a>"</p> + +<p>"In this cemetery were deposited a variety of articles, in some instances +the property, in others the representations of the property and utensils, +and of the achievements, of the deceased. There were two small wooden +images of a man and woman, no doubt meant to represent husband and wife and +a small doll which we supposed to represent a child (for <i>Mary March</i> had +to leave her only child here, which died two days after she was taken); +several small models of their canoes; two small models of boats; an iron +axe; a bow and quiver of arrows were placed by the side of <i>Mary March's</i> +husband; and two fire-stones (radiated iron pyrites, from which they +produce fire, by striking them together) lay at his head; there were also +various kinds of culinary utensils, neatly made, of birch rind and +ornamented; and many other things, of some of which we did not know the use +or meaning."</p> + +<p>"Another mode of sepulture which we saw here was, where the body of the +deceased had been wrapped in birch rind, and with his property, placed on a +sort of scaffold about four feet and a half from the ground. The scaffold +was formed of four posts, about seven feet high, fixed perpendicularly in +the ground, to sustain a kind of crib, five feet and a half in length, by +four in breadth, with a floor made of small squared beams, laid close +together horizontally, and on which the body and property rested."</p> + +<p>"A third mode was, when the body, bent together, and wrapped in birch rind, +was enclosed in a kind of box, on the ground. The box was made of small +squared posts, laid on each other horizontally, and notched at the corners, +to make them meet close; it was about four feet by three, and two and a +half feet deep, and well lined with birch rind, to exclude the weather from +the inside. The body lay on its right side."</p> + +<p>"A fourth and the most common mode of burying among these people, has + been, to wrap the body in birch rind, and cover it over with a heap of stones, + on the surface of the earth, in some retired spot; sometimes the body, thus + wrapped up, is put a foot or two under <span class="pagenum"><a name="page151" id="page151"></a>[pg + 151]</span>the surface, and the spot covered with stones; in one place, where + the ground was sandy and soft, they appeared to have been buried deeper, and + no stones placed over the graves."</p> + +<p>"These people appear to have always shewn great respect for their dead; and +the most remarkable remains of them commonly observed by Europeans at the +sea-coast, are their burying-places. These are at particular chosen spots; +and it is well known that they have been in the habit of bringing their +dead from a distance to them. With their women they bury only their +clothes."</p> + +<p>"On the north-side of the lake, opposite the River Exploits, are the +extremities of two deer fences, about half a mile apart, where they lead to +the water. It is understood that they diverge many miles in north-westerly +directions. The Red Indian makes these fences to lead and scare the deer to +the lake, during the periodical migration of these animals; the Indians +being stationed looking out, when the deer get into the water to swim +across, the lake being narrow at this end, they attack and kill the animals +with spears out of their canoes. In this way they secure their winter +provisions before the severity of that season sets in."</p> + +<p>"There were other old remains of different kinds peculiar to these people +met with about the lake."</p> + +<p>"One night we encamped on the foundation of an old Red Indian wigwam, on +the extremity of a point of land which juts out into the lake, and exposed +to the view of the whole country around. A large fire at night is the life +and soul of such a party as ours, and when it blazed up at times, I could +not help observing that two of my Indians evinced uneasiness and want of +confidence in things around, as if they thought themselves usurpers on the +Red Indian territory. From time immemorial none of the Indians of the other +tribes had ever encamped near this lake fearlessly, and, as we had now +done, in the very centre of such a country; the lake and territory adjacent +having been always considered to belong exclusively to the Red Indians, and +to have been occupied by them. It had been our invariable practice +hitherto, to encamp near the hills, and be on their summits by the dawn of +day, to try to discover the morning smoke ascending from the Red Indians' +camps; and to prevent the discovery of ourselves, we extinguished our own +fire always some length of time before daylight."</p> + +<p>"Our only and frail hope now left of seeing the Red Indians, lay on the +banks of the River Exploits, on our return to the sea-coast."</p> + +<p>"The Red Indians' Lake discharges itself about three or four miles from its +north-east end, and its waters form the River Exploits. From the lake to +the sea-coast is considered about seventy miles; and down this noble river +the steady perseverance and intrepidity of my Indians carried me on rafts +in four days, to accomplish which otherwise, would have required, probably, +two weeks. We landed at various places on both banks of the river on our +way down, but found no traces of the Red Indians so recent as those seen at +the portage at Badger Bay-Great Lake, towards the beginning of our +excursion. During our descent, we had to construct new rafts at the +different waterfalls. Sometimes we were carried down the rapids at the rate +of ten miles an hour, or more, with considerable risk of destruction to the +whole party, for we were always together on one raft."</p> + +<p>"What arrests the attention most, while gliding down the stream, is the +extent of the Indian fences to entrap the deer. They extend from the lake +downwards, continuous, on the banks of the river, at least thirty miles. +There are openings left here and there in them, for the animals to go +through and swim across the river, and at these places the Indians are +stationed, and kill them in the water with spears, out of their canoes, as +at the lake. Here, then, connecting these fences with those on the +north-west side of the lake, is at least forty miles of country, easterly +and westerly, prepared to intercept all the deer that pass that way in +their periodical migrations. It was melancholy to contemplate the gigantic, +yet feeble, efforts of a whole primitive nation, in their anxiety to +provide subsistence, forsaken and going to decay."</p> + +<p>"There must have been hundreds of the Red Indians, and that not many years +ago, to have kept up these fences and pounds. As their numbers were +lessened so was their ability to keep them up for the purposes intended; +and now the deer pass the whole line unmolested."</p> + +<p>"We infer, that the few of these people who yet survive have taken refuge +in some sequestered spot, still in the northern part of the island, and +where they can procure deer to subsist on."</p> + +<p>"On the 29th of November we had again returned to the mouth of the River + Exploits, in thirty days after our departure from thence, after having made + a <span class="pagenum"><a name="page152" id="page152"></a>[pg 152]</span>complete + circuit of about 200 miles in the Red Indian territory."</p> + +<p>"In conclusion, I congratulate the institution on the acquisition of +several ingenious articles, the manufacture of the <i>Boeothicks</i>, or Red +Indians, some of which we had the good fortune to discover on our recent +excursion;—models of their canoes, bows and arrows, spears of different +kinds, &c.; and also a complete dress worn by that people. Their mode of +kindling fire is not only original, but, as far as we at present know, is +peculiar to the tribe. These articles, together with a short vocabulary of +their language, consisting of 200 or 300 words, which I have been enabled +to collect, prove the Boeothicks to be a distinct tribe from any hitherto +discovered in North America. One remarkable characteristic of their +language, and in which it resembles those of Europe more than any other +Indian languages do, with which we have had an opportunity of comparing +it,—is its abounding in diphthongs."</p> + +<p>Mr. Cormack thinks that after the unfortunate circumstances attending past +encounters between the Europeans and the Red Indians, it is best now to +employ Indians belonging to the other tribes to be the medium of the +intercourse in view; and he has chosen three intelligent men from +Newfoundland to follow up the search.</p> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>NOTES OF A READER.</h2> + +<hr /> +<h3>DERWENTWATER.</h3> + +<p>The following touching episodal extract is from Dr. Southey's <i>Colloquies +on the Progress and Prospects of Society:</i>—The best general view of +Derwentwater is from the terrace, between Applethwaite and Milbeck, a +little beyond the former hamlet. The old roofs and chimneys of that hamlet +come finely in the foreground, and the trees upon the Ornathwaite estate +give there a richness to the middle ground, which is wanting in other parts +of the vale. From that spot I once saw three artists sketching it at the +same time—William Westall (who has engraved it among his admirable views +of Keswick,) Glover, and Edward Nash, my dear, kind-hearted friend and +fellow-traveller, whose death has darkened some of the blithest +recollections of my latter life. I know not from which of the surrounding +heights it is seen to most advantage; any one will amply repay the labour +of the ascent; and often as I have ascended them all, it has never been +without a fresh delight. The best near view is from a field adjoining +Friar's Craig. There it is that, if I had Aladdin's lamp, or Fortunatus's +purse (with leave of Greenwich Hospital be it spoken,) I would build myself +a house.</p> + +<p>Thither I had strolled, on one of those first genial days of spring which +seem to affect the animal not less than the vegetable creation. At such +times even I, sedentary as I am, feel a craving for the open air and +sunshine, and creep out as instinctively as snails after a shower. Such +seasons, which have an exhilarating effect upon youth, produce a soothing +one when we are advanced in life. The root of an ash tree, on the bank +which bends round the little bay, had been half bared by the waters during +one of the winter floods, and afforded a commodious resting-place, whereon +I took my seat, at once basking in the sun and bathing, as it were, in the +vernal breeze. But delightful as all about me was to eye, and ear, and +feeling, it brought with it a natural reflection, that the scene which I +now beheld was the same which it had been and would continue to be, while +so many of those with whom I had formerly enjoyed it, were past away. Our +day-dreams become retrospective as we advance in years; and the heart +feeds as naturally upon remembrance in age as upon hope in youth.</p> + +<p class="quote">"Where are they gone, the old familiar faces?"</p> +<p>I thought of her, whom I had so often seen plying her little skiff upon +that glassy water, the lady of the lake. It was like a poet's dream, or a +vision of romance, to behold her—and like a vision or a dream she had +departed!</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>"O gentle Emma, o'er a lovelier form</p> +<p>Than thine, earth never closed; nor e'er did heaven</p> +<p>Receive a purer spirit from the world!"</p> +</div></div> + +<p>I thought of D., the most familiar of my friends during those years when we + lived near enough to each other for familiar intercourse—my friend, and + the friend of all who were dearest to me; a man, of whom all who knew him will + concur with me in saying, that they never knew, nor could conceive of one more + strictly dutiful, more actively benevolent, more truly kind, more thoroughly + good; the pleasantest companion, the sincerest counsellor, the most considerate + friend, the kindest host, the welcomest guest. After our separation, he had + visited me here three summers; with him it was that I had first explored this + land of lakes in all directions; and again and again should we have retraced + our steps in the wildest recesses of these vales and mountains, and lived over + the <span class="pagenum"><a name="page153" id="page153"></a>[pg 153]</span>past + again, if he had not, too early for all who loved him,</p> + +<p class="quote">"Began the travel of eternity."</p> +<p>I called to mind my hopeful H——, too, so often the sweet companion of my +morning walks to this very spot; in whom I had fondly thought my better +part should have survived me, and</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>"With whom it seemed my very life</p> +<p class="i14">Went half away!</p> +<p>But we shall meet—but we shall meet</p> +<p>Where parting tears shall never flow;</p> +<p>And when I think thereon, almost</p> +<p class="i14">I long to go!"</p> +</div></div> + +<p>"Thy dead shall live, O Lord; together with my dead body shall they arise. +Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust! for Thy dew is as the dew of herbs; +and the earth shall cast out her dead!"</p> + +<p>Surely, to the sincere believer death would be an object of desire instead +of dread, were it not for those ties—those heartstrings—by which we are +attached to life. Nor, indeed, do I believe that it is natural to fear +death, however generally it may be thought so. From my own feelings I have +little right to judge; for, although habitually mindful that the hour +cometh, and even now may be, it has never appeared actually near enough to +make me duly apprehend its effect upon myself. But from what I have +observed, and what I have heard those persons say whose professions lead +them to the dying, I am induced to infer that the fear of death is not +common, and that where it exists it proceeds rather from a diseased and +enfeebled mind, than from any principle in our nature. Certain it is, that +among the poor the approach of dissolution is usually regarded with a quiet +and natural composure, which it is consolatory to contemplate, and which is +as far removed from the dead palsy of unbelief as it is from the delirious +raptures of fanaticism. Theirs is a true, unhesitating faith; and they are +willing to lay down the burden of a weary life, in the sure and certain +hope of a blessed immortality. Who, indeed, is there, that would not gladly +make the exchange, if he lived only for himself, and were to leave none who +stood in need of him—no eyes to weep at his departure, no hearts to ache +for his loss? The day of death, says the preacher, is better than the day +of one's birth; a sentence to which whoever has lived long, and may humbly +hope that he has not lived ill, must heartily assent.</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>MASANIELLO.</h3> +<p>The last No. (8,) of the <i>Foreign Quarley Review</i>, just published, contains +an attractive article on the Revolutions of Naples, in 1647 and 1648, in +which Masaniello played so conspicuous a part. The paper is in the easy +historical style of Sir Walter Scott; but as little could be selected for +our pages, except the Adventures of the Rebel Fisherman, and as we have +given the leading events of his life in an early volume of the <span class="scaps">Mirror</span>, we +content ourselves with the following passage. After a tolerably fair +estimate of the character of Masaniello, in which Sir Walter considers his +extraordinary rise as a work of fortune and contingency rather than of his +own device in the conception, or his own exertions in the execution—the +writer says—</p> + +<p>"It would be doing Masaniello injustice, however, if we did not add, that + having no distinct prospect of rendering essential service to his country, he + was at the same time totally free from any sinister views of personal aggrandizement. + He appears to have been sincere in his wishes, that when he had set Naples free,—by + which he understood the abolition of imposts,—the government of it should + be committed to a popular management. The Memoirs of 1828 record a singular + circumstance with regard to this point, on the authority of De Santis. While, + on Friday, July 12th, the sixth day of the insurrection, he was sitting in his + judgment-seat, a female masked, or man in woman's habit, approached and whispered, + 'Masaniello, we have reached the goal, a crown is prepared, and it is for thy + brows.'—'For mine?' he replied, 'I desire none but the green wreath with + which we honour Our Lady's festival in September. When I have delivered my country + I shall resume my nets.'—'You find them no more. Rebellion should not + be undertaken, or it should be carried on to the end.'—'I will resume + my nets,' said Masaniello steadily. 'You will not find them,' said the intrusive + monitor. 'What, then, shall I find?'—'Death!' answered the masked figure, + and withdrew into the crowd. An evidence of the purity of his intentions, though + combined with gross ignorance, was afforded by the rigour with which he insisted + on the destruction of the treasure and rich movables found in the houses which + were destroyed during the first days of the tumult. Latterly, indeed, he yielded + to the suggestions of Genuino and d'Arpaya, that these things should be preserved + for the good of the state, and for the purpose of presenting them as a donative + to Philip <span class="pagenum"><a name="page154" id="page154"></a>[pg 154]</span>IV. + in place of the abolished gabelles. But whatever was the case with regard to + less scrupulous insurgents, he participated in no plunder, until vanity produced + madness, or madness vanity. On the whole we may conclude, that he was a man + whose principal characteristic was the boldness with which he pursued an object + ardently desired, but who was alike incapable, from want of knowledge and talents, + to avail himself of the success which so wonderfully crowned his enterprise. + How far his cruelty was the effect of natural disposition, or a consequence + of his malady, is a question that must be left to <span class="scaps">Him</span> to whom alone it can be + known."</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>LONDON.</h3> + +<h4><i>Literally translated from a Chinese Poem, by a Chinese who visited England + in 1813</i>.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>The towering edifices rise story above story,</p> +<p>In all the stateliness of splendid mansions:</p> +<p>Railings of iron thickly stud the sides of every entrance;</p> +<p>And streams from the river circulate through the walls;</p> +<p>The sides of each apartment are variegated with devices;</p> +<p>Through the windows of glass appear the scarlet hangings.</p> +<p>And in the street itself is presented a beautiful scene;</p> +<p>The congregated buildings have all the aspect of a picture.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In London, about the period of the ninth moon,</p> +<p>The inhabitants delight in travelling to a distance;</p> +<p>They change their abodes and betake themselves to the country,</p> +<p>Visiting their friends in their rural retreats.</p> +<p>The prolonged sound of carriages and steeds is heard through the day;</p> +<p>Then in autumn the prices of provisions fall,</p> +<p>And the greater number of dwellings being untenanted,</p> +<p>Such as require it are repaired and adorned.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The spacious streets are exceedingly smooth and level,</p> +<p>Each being crossed by others at intervals;</p> +<p>On either side perambulate men and females,</p> +<p>In the centre, career along the carriages and horses;</p> +<p>The mingled sound of voices is heard in the shops at evening.</p> +<p>During midwinter the accumulated snows adhere to the pathway,</p> +<p>Lamps are displayed at night along the street sides,</p> +<p>Their radiance twinkling like the stars of the sky.</p> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<p>Mozart was <i>rather vain</i> of the proportion of his hands and feet—but not +of having written the Requiem or the Don Juan.</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>BURMESE DIGNITY.</h3> +<p>Mr. Crawfurd, in his account of the <i>Embassy to Ava</i>, relates the +following specimen of the dignity of a Burmese minister. While sitting +under an awning on the poop of the steam vessel, a heavy squall, with rain, +came on.—"I suggested to his excellency the convenience of going below, +which he long resisted, under the apprehension of committing his dignity by +placing himself in a situation where persons might tread over his head, for +this singular antipathy is common both to the Burmese and Siamese. The +prejudice is more especially directed against the fair sex; a pretty +conclusive proof of the estimation in which they are held. His excellency +seriously demanded to know whether any woman had ever trod upon the poop; +and being assured in the negative, he consented at length to enter the +cabin."</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>STEAM.</h3> +<p>A quotation from Agathias clearly establishes a knowledge of the +applicability of steam to mechanical purposes so early as the reign of the +emperor Justinian, when the philosopher Anthemius most unphilosophically +employed its powerful agency at Constantinople to shake the house of a +litigious neighbour. It is also recorded, that Pope Sylvester II. +constructed an organ, that was worked by steam. As compared with recent +ingenuity, however, these applications may fairly bring to mind the +Frenchman's boast of his countryman's invention of the frill and the +ruffle; while his English opponent claimed for his native land the honour +of suggesting the addition of the shirt.</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>MEDICAL MUSIC.</h3> +<p>Sharp, the surgeon, Sir Charles Blicke's master, was a great amateur of +music, but he never used it as a means of curing patients, only in +attracting them. It was said that he "fiddled himself into practice, and +fiddled Mr. Pott out of it;" certain it is Mr. Pott, not being a <i>flat</i>, +did not choose to act in <i>concert</i> with <i>Sharp</i>, and made a quick movement +to the westward.</p> + +<hr /> +<p>Boerhaave tells us, that one of the greatest orators of antiquity, Tiberius +Gracchus, when animated, used to cry out like an old woman; to avoid which, +he had a servant, who, at these periods, sounded a pipe, by way of hint, as +well as to pitch the tone, so sensible was he of the importance of a +well-regulated voice.</p> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page155" id="page155"></a>[pg 155]</span> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS</h2> + +<hr /> +<h3>LINES ON THE DEPARTURE OF EMIGRANTS FOR NEW SOUTH WALES.</h3> + +<h4>BY T. CAMPBELL.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>On England's shore I saw a pensive hand,</p> +<p>With sails unfurl'd for earth's remotest strand,</p> +<p>Like children parting from a mother, shed</p> +<p>Tears for the home that could not yield them bread;</p> +<p>Grief mark'd each face receding from the view,</p> +<p>'Twas grief to nature honourably true.</p> +<p>And long, poor wand'rers o'er th' ecliptic deep,</p> +<p>The song that names but home shall bid you weep;</p> +<p>Oft shall ye fold your flocks by stars above</p> +<p>In that far world, and miss the stars ye love;</p> +<p>Oft, when its tuneless birds scream round forlorn,</p> +<p>Regret the lark that gladdens England's morn.</p> +<p>And, giving England's names to distant scenes,</p> +<p>Lament that earth's extension intervenes.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But cloud not yet too long, industrious train,</p> +<p>Your solid good with sorrow nursed in vain:</p> +<p>For has the heart no interest yet as bland</p> +<p>As that which binds us to our native land?</p> +<p>The deep-drawn wish, when children crown our hearth,</p> +<p>To hear the cherub-chorus of their mirth.</p> +<p>Undamp'd by dread that want may e'er unhouse,</p> +<p>Or servile misery knit those smiling brows:</p> +<p>The pride to rear an independent shed,</p> +<p>And give the lips we love unborrow'd bread;</p> +<p>To see a world, from shadowy forests won,</p> +<p>In youthful beauty wedded to the sun;</p> +<p>To skirt our home with harvests widely sown,</p> +<p>And call the blooming landscape all our own,</p> +<p>Our children's heritage, in prospect long.</p> +<p>These are the hopes, high-minded hopes and strong.</p> +<p>That beckon England's wanderers o'er the brine,</p> +<p>To realms where foreign constellations shine;</p> +<p>Where streams from undiscovered fountains roll,</p> +<p>And winds shall fan them from th' Antarctic pole.</p> +<p>And what though doom'd to shores so far apart</p> +<p>From England's home, that ev'n the home-sick heart</p> +<p>Quails, thinking, ere that gulf can be recross'd,</p> +<p>How large a space of fleeting life is lost:</p> +<p>Yet there, by time, their bosoms shall be changed,</p> +<p>And strangers once shall cease to sigh estranged,</p> +<p>But jocund in the year's long sunshine roam,</p> +<p>That yields their sickle twice its harvest home.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There, marking o'er his farm's expanding ring</p> +<p>New fleeces whiten and new fruits upspring.</p> +<p>The grey-haired swain, his grandchild sporting round,</p> +<p>Shall walk at eve his little empire's bound,</p> +<p>Emblazed with ruby vintage, ripening corn,</p> +<p>And verdant rampart of Acacian thorn,</p> +<p>While, mingling with the scent his pipe exhales,</p> +<p>The orange-grove's and fig-tree's breath prevails;</p> +<p>Survey with pride beyond a monarch's spoil,</p> +<p>His honest arm's own subjugated soil;</p> +<p>And summing all the blessings God has given,</p> +<p>Put up his patriarchal prayer to Heaven,</p> +<p>That when his bones shall here repose in peace,</p> +<p>The scions of his love may still increase,</p> +<p>And o'er a land where life has ample room,</p> +<p>In health and plenty innocently bloom.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Delightful land, in wildness ev'n benign,</p> +<p>The glorious past is ours, the future thine!</p> +<p>As in a cradled Hercules, we trace</p> +<p>The lines of empire in thine infant face.</p> +<p>What nations in thy wide horizon's span</p> +<p>Shall teem on tracts untrodden yet by man!</p> +<p>What spacious cities with their spires shall gleam.</p> +<p>Where now the panther laps a lonely stream.</p> +<p>And all but brute or reptile life is dumb!</p> +<p>Land of the free! thy kingdom is to come,</p> +<p>Of states, with laws from Gothic bondage burst,</p> +<p>And creeds by charter'd priesthood's unaccurst;</p> +<p>Of navies, hoisting their emblazon'd flags,</p> +<p>Where shipless seas now wash unbeacon'd crags;</p> +<p>Of hosts review'd in dazzling files and squares,</p> +<p>Their pennon'd trumpets breathing native airs,</p> +<p>For minstrels thou shalt have of native fire.</p> +<p>And maids to sing the songs themselves inspire;</p> +<p>Our very speech, methinks, in after time.</p> +<p>Shall catch th' Ionian blandness of thy clime;</p> +<p>And whilst the light and luxury of thy skies</p> +<span class="sidenote" style="font-size: 200%;">}</span> +<p>Give brighter smiles to beauteous woman's eyes, </p> + <p>The Arts, whose soul is love, shall all spontaneous rise. </p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Untrack'd in deserts lies the marble mine,</p> +<p>Undug the ore that midst thy roofs shall shine;</p> +<p>Unborn the hands—but born they are to be—</p> +<p>Fair Australasia, that shall give to thee</p> +<span class="sidenote" style="font-size: 300%;">}</span> + <p>Proud temple domes, with galleries winding high, </p> + <p>So vast in space, so just in symmetry, </p> + <p>They widen to the contemplating eye, </p> +<p>With colonnaded aisles in lone array,</p> +<p>And windows that enrich the flood of day</p> +<p>O'er tesselated pavements, pictures fair,</p> +<p>And niched statues breathing golden air,</p> +<p>Nor there, whilst all that's seen bids Fancy swell,</p> +<p>Shall Music's voice refuse to seal the spell;</p> +<p>But choral hymns shall wake enchantment round,</p> +<p>And organs blow their tempests of sweet sound.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Meanwhile, ere Arts triumphant reach their goal,</p> +<p>How blest the years of pastoral life shall roll</p> +<p>Ev'n should some wayward hour the settler's mind</p> +<p>Brood sad on scenes for ever left behind,</p> +<p>Yet not a pang that England's name imparts,</p> +<p>Shall touch a fibre of his children's hearts;</p> +<p>Bound to that native world by nature's bond,</p> +<p>Full little shall their wishes rove beyond</p> +<p>Its mountains blue, and melon-skirted streams.</p> +<p>Since childhood loved and dreamt of in their dreams.</p> +<p>How many a name, to us uncouthly wild,</p> +<p>Shall thrill that region's patriotic child,</p> +<p>And bring as sweet thoughts o'er his bosom's chords,</p> +<p>As aught that's named in song to us affords!</p> +<p>Dear shall that river's margin be to him,</p> +<p>Where sportive first he bathed his boyish limb.</p> +<p>Or petted birds, still brighter than their bowers,</p> +<p>Or twin'd his tame young kangaroo with flowers.</p> +<p>But mere magnetic yet to memory</p> +<p>Shall be the sacred spot, still blooming nigh,</p> +<p>The bower of love, where first his bosom burn'd,</p> +<p>And smiling passion saw its smile return'd.</p> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Go forth and prosper then, emprizing band;</p> +<p>May He, who in the hollow of his hand</p> +<p>The ocean holds, and rules the whirlwind's sweep,</p> +<p>Assuage its wrath, and guide you on the deep!</p> +</div></div> + +<p class="source"><i>New Monthly Magazine.</i></p> + +<hr /> +<h3>SMALL TALK AND SMALL ACCOMPLISHMENTS, OR HOW TO MAKE YOURSELF AGREEABLE.</h3> +<p>Conversation, like a shuttlecock, should not be suffered to remain with one + person, but ought to pass in turn to all. But as few people think for themselves, + so few people talk for themselves, and a colloquial monopoly is as common and + as disagreeable as any other. Yet when we observe how much these rattles are + caressed, 'tis wonderful there are so few. Talent is by no means <span class="pagenum"><a name="page156" id="page156"></a>[pg + 156]</span>indispensable, and is the more valuable in proportion as it is flimsy + or superficial. The great art lies in the choice of a subject. Let it be some + <i>liaison</i> in the <i>beau monde</i>—the appearance of a new singer + or actress—the detail of a recent duel, with particulars and embellishments, + and your fortune is made at once. Do not affect any thing like a literary character, + for scholars are reckoned <i>bores</i>. The only matters of this sort with which + you can safely meddle are the fashionable novels—satirical poems—the + magazines, and newspapers (eschewing the political articles as vulgar). It is + absolutely necessary to be familiar with the names of all the editors in town, + and these can easily be picked up from any of the tatterdemalions who prowl + about police offices for the purpose of reporting the trials at a penny per + line, which is, in most cases, exactly a penny per line too much. You must drop + the complimentary <i>Mr.</i>, and say, "A. of the Chronicle and I—the + last time I saw B. of the Globe—C. of the Spectator told me t'other day," + and so on. Of course it is not of the slightest consequence whether you ever + saw one of the parties. You must also affect to be intimate with the theatrical + <i>lions</i>, and be aware of the true state of all managerial squabbles for + the season. Swear you have dined a dozen times with Sontag. <i>En passant</i>, + the idea of a singer's patronizing a nation <i>wholesale</i>, as she has done + in the case of the Silesians, is rather too good. Be indignant with Price for + forfeiting Ellen Tree three several times in the sum of thirty pounds, and suppress + the fact of his having remitted the penalty in the two first instances. Assume + a mysterious air of "I could if I would," when Miss Love's elopement + is mentioned, and state with heroic confidence that the Vesuvius scene in "Masaniello" + at Astley's beat Drury by thirteen bricks and two ounces of Greek fire. You + must pretend to know the salaries of all the <i>employés</i> in every + establishment, and be able to describe the plot of every new piece the moment + it is underlined. You can obtain sufficient information to enable you to pass + muster on this subject any evening at the Garrick's Head. It would be of great + service if you could contrive to be seen in conversation with a respectable + actor now and then. You must have seen every sight and exhibited at every exhibition + in town, and be able to discuss their several merits or demerits with a "learned + spirit." A knowledge of the principal nobility—by person at least—is + a <i>sine qua non</i>, for how else should you be able to recount the names + of those you saw in the Park on Sunday last? Keep a list of the ages and portions + of as many young ladies as possible, and be cautious how you dispose of your + information on this score. These, I think, are the principal topics; and the + best advice I can give is, "Never be quiet: speak on <i>ad infinitum</i>."</p> + +<p>The man who inwardly digests these rules will be a treasure at any dinner +party. The awful silence which prevails on the removal of the +tablecloth—and an awful silence it surely is—will be dispelled. No +ordinary man thinks of speaking, except in monosyllables, till he gets a +little "elevated," and then he speaks nonsense as a matter of course. <i>You</i> +must keep sober—for people will occasionally get "mellow," even in good +society—and this you will easily manage to do by thinking of the immense +superiority you will thus secure on joining the ladies in the drawing-room. +You will be able to hand some blushing fair her coffee without pitching cup +and contents into her lap, and stoop to pick up her fan or handkerchief +without incurring the risk of breaking your nose. Should quadrilles be +proposed, you will also be able to avoid those little <i>dos-à-dos</i> accidents +which are by no means agreeable, and be qualified to pronounce, with +tolerable certainty, which is your own partner.</p> + +<p class="source"><i>Sharpe's Magazine.</i></p> + +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE SELECTOR;<br /> + AND <br /> + LITERARY NOTICES OF <br /> + <i>NEW WORKS</i>.</h2> + +<hr /> +<h3>VIDOCQ.</h3> +<p>Some very pleasant blunderer is said to have declared Moore's Life of Sheridan + to be the best piece of <i>Autobiography</i> he had ever read; and with little + more propriety can the concluding volume of <i>Vidocq's Memoirs</i> be said + to belong to that species of literature styled Autobiography. The early volumes, + however, possessed this feature, but the present is little more than a criminal + supplement to the Memoirs. Of this defect, the translator seems to be aware; + for in his "Sequel," he says, instead of the important disclosures + promised by the Police Agent, in vol. ii., "he has given us a nomenclature + of the assassins, thieves, and swindlers of France, and no more." He has + merely brought down his Memoirs to the year 1816, and <span class="pagenum"><a name="page157" id="page157"></a>[pg + 157]</span>eked out his fourth volume with anecdotes and counsels, which have + in most cases, more interest than novelty to recommend them. Still they are + worth reading, although of a different character to the scenes, or as a wag + would say, the "concerted pieces" which we have quoted from the three + previous volumes. Our present quotations will not therefore possess the interest + of complicated schemes.</p> + +<p>At page 34, Vidocq awards to our metropolis, no very desirable +distinction—</p> +<h4><i>Town and Country Thieves.</i></h4> +<p>"No capital in the world, London excepted, has within it so many thieves + as Paris. The pavement of the modern Lutetia is incessantly trodden by rogues. + It is not surprising; for the facility of hiding them in the crowd makes all + that are badly disposed resort thither, whether French or foreign. The greater + number are fixed constantly in this vast city; some only come like birds of + passage, at the approach of great occasions, or during the summer season. Besides + these exotics, there are indigenous plants, which make a fraction in the population, + of which the denominator is tolerably high. I leave to the great calculator, + M. Charles Dupin, the task of enumerating them in decimals, and telling us if + the sum that it amounts to should not be taken into consideration in the application + of the black list."</p> +<h4><i>False Keys.</i></h4> +<p>"Cambrioleurs are plunderers of rooms, either by force or with false keys. +There are of this class thieves of incredible effrontery; that of one +Beaumont almost surpasses belief. Escaped from the Bagne at Rochefort, +where he was sentenced to pass twelve years of his life, he came to Paris, +and scarcely had he arrived there, where he had already practised, when, by +way of getting his hand in, he committed several trifling robberies, and +when by these preliminary steps he had proceeded to exploits more worthy of +his ancient renown, he conceived the project of stealing a treasure. No one +will imagine that this treasure was that of the <i>Bureau Central</i> (Central +Office), now the Prefecture of Police! It was already pretty difficult to +procure impressions of the keys, but he achieved this first difficulty, and +soon had in his possession all the means of effecting an opening; but to +open was nothing, it was necessary to open without being perceived, to +introduce himself without fear of being disturbed, to work without +witnesses, and go out again freely. Beaumont, who had calculated all the +difficulties that opposed him, was not dismayed. He had remarked that the +private room of the chief officer, M. Henri, was nigh to the spot where he +proposed to effect his entrance; he espied the propitious moment, and +wished sincerely that some circumstance would call away so dangerous a +neighbour for some time, and chance was subservient to his wishes."</p> + +<p>"One morning, M. Henri was obliged to go out. Beaumont, sure that he would +not return that day, ran to his house, put on a black coat, and in that +costume, which, in those days, always announced a magistrate, or public +functionary, presents himself at the entrance of the <i>Bureau Central</i>. The +officer to whom he addressed himself supposed, of course, that he was at +least a commissary. On the invitation of Beaumont, he gave him a soldier, +whom he placed as sentinel at the entrance to the narrow passage which +leads to the depôt, and commanded not to allow any person to pass. No +better expedient could be found for preventing surprise. Thus Beaumont, in +the midst of a crowd of valuable objects, could, at his leisure, and in +perfect security, choose what best pleased him; watches, jewels, diamonds, +precious stones, &c. He chose those which he deemed most valuable, most +portable, and as soon as he had made his selection, he dismissed the +sentinel, and disappeared."</p> + +<p>"This robbery could not be long concealed, and the following day was +discovered. Had thunder fallen on the police, they would have been less +astonished than at this event. To penetrate to the very sanctuary!—the +holy of holies! The fact appeared so very extraordinary, that it was +doubted. Yet it was evident that a robbery had taken place, and to whom was +it to be attributed? All the suspicions fell on the clerks; sometimes on +one, sometimes on another; when Beaumont, betrayed by a friend, was +apprehended, and sentenced a second time."</p> + +<p>"The robbery he had committed might be estimated at some hundred thousand +francs, the greater part of which were found on him."</p> + +<p>"'There was wherewithal,' he said, 'to become an honest man; I should have +become so; it is so easy when rich! yet how many rich men are only +scoundrels!'"</p> + +<p>"These words were the only ones he uttered, when he was apprehended. <span class="pagenum"><a name="page158" id="page158"></a>[pg + 158]</span>This surprising thief was conducted to Brest; where, after half a + dozen escapes, which only served to make his subsequent confinement more rigorous, + he died in a frightful state of exhaustion."</p> + +<p>"Beaumont enjoyed amongst his confraternity a colossal reputation; and even +now, when a rogue boasts of his lofty exploits—'Hold your tongue,' they +say, 'you are not worthy to untie the shoe-strings of Beaumont!'"</p> + +<p>"In effect, to have robbed the police was the height of address. Is not a +robbery of this nature the <i>chef-d'oeuvre</i> of its kind, and can it do +otherwise than, make its perpetrator a hero in the eyes of his admirers? +Who should dare to compare with him? Beaumont had robbed the police! Hang +yourself, brave Crillon! hang yourself, Coignard! hang yourself, +Pertruisard! hang yourself, Callet!—to him, you are but of Saint-Jean. +What is it to have robbed states of service? To have carried off the +treasure of the army of the Rhine? To have carried off the military +chest?—Beaumont had robbed the police! Hang yourselves!—or go to England, +they will hang you there."</p> +<h4><i>The Misanthropic Swindler</i>.</h4> +<p>At page 71, Vidocq tells us a strange story of a fellow named Capdeville, +who affecting misanthropy and disgust of the world, hired an apartment at a +lone house near Paris, and employed his solitude in obtaining false keys of +all the other rooms. Not quite settled here, "Capdeville published his +intention of going out to discover an hermitage where he could pass his +latter days in peace. He inquired of all the country proprietors who had +places for sale within a circuit of six leagues, and it was soon known +through the country that he was on the look-out for a place of the kind. +Every body knew, of course, something that would suit him, but he would +have only a patrimonial estate. 'Well, well,' said they, 'since he is so +scrupulous, let him look out for himself.' This, in fact, he did."</p> + +<p>"Determined to make a tour, to examine what was most likely to suit him, he +employed himself ostensibly in preparations for his departure; he was only +to be absent three or four days, but before he departed, he was anxious to +know if there was no danger in leaving a secretary, in which were ten +thousand francs, which he did not wish to take with him. Being assured on +this point, and full of security, he did not hesitate to set out on his +proposed journey."</p> + +<p>"Capdeville did not go to a very great distance. During his sojourn in the +house he had just left, he had had time to take impressions of all the keys +which were requisite for his entrance into the dwelling of the landlord, +who he knew was in the habit of dining in Paris, and did not return very +early in the evening. By being there at dusk, Capdeville was certain of +having before him all the time necessary for carrying on his operations. +The sun had set, and, favoured by the darkness, he passed unperceived +through Belleville, and having entered the house by the help of false keys, +he entered the abode of the landlord, which he cleared out even to the +linen."</p> + +<p>"Towards the end of the fifth day they began to be uneasy at the +non-appearance of the misanthrope; the next day a suspicion arose. +Twenty-four hours later, and there was but one opinion respecting him; he +was the thief. After such a trick mistrust all misanthropes. To whom then +shall we trust, in whom place confidence? In philanthropists? By no means."</p> + +<p>The misanthropy in this case must have been infectious, and the disgust of +the lodger transferred to the landlord.</p> + +<p>Other novelties oblige us to break off here for the present, so that +another spice or two of the frauds of Paris stand over for our next.</p> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<h2>THE ANECDOTE GALLERY</h2> + +<hr /> +<h3>RECOLLECTIONS OF PALEY.</h3> + +<h4><i>From Best's Personal Memorials</i>.</h4> +<p>Some one came up to Paley and made an excuse for a friend, who was obliged + to defer an intended visit to the subdeanery, because a man who had promised + to pay him some money in April, could not pay it till May. "A common case," + said Paley. We all laughed. Paley, by way of rewarding us for our complaisance + in being pleased with what was recommended chiefly by the quaintness of his + manner, went on:—"A man should never <i>paay mooney</i> till he can't + help it; <i>soomething maay</i> happen."</p> + +<p>At another time he said, "I always desire my wife and daughters to pay +ready money. It is of no use to desire them to buy only what they want; +they will always imagine they want what they wish to buy; but that paying +ready <i>mooney</i> is such a check upon their imagin<i>aa</i>tion."</p> + +<p>Paley's education had been sufficiently hardy. "My father rode to Peterborough, + and I rode after him, on a horse that I could not manage. I tumbled <span class="pagenum"><a name="page159" id="page159"></a>[pg + 159]</span>off. My father, without looking back, cried out, 'Get up again, Will.' + When I set up a carriage, it was thought right that my armorial bearings should + appear on the panels. Now, we had none of us ever heard of the Paley arms; none + of us had ever dreamed that such things existed, or had ever been. All the old + folks of the family were consulted; they knew nothing about it. Great search + was made, however, and at last we found a silver tankard, on which was engraved + a coat of arms. It was carried by common consent that these <i>must</i> be the + Paley arms; they were painted on the carriage, and looked very handsome. The + carriage went on very well with them; and it was not till six months afterwards + that we found out that the tankard had been <i>bought at a sale</i>!"</p> + +<p>He told me, "when I wanted to write any thing particularly well,—to do +better than ordinary,—I used to order a post-chaise and go to Longtown; it +is the first stage from Carlisle towards the north; there is a comfortable, +quiet inn there. I asked for a room to myself; there then I was, safe from +the bustle and trouble of a family; and there I remained as long as I +liked, or till I had finished what I was about." I said, "That is a very +curious anecdote;" and I said it in a tone which, from a certain change in +his countenance, I believe to have set him on musing how this anecdote +would appear in the history of his life. Paley took his rides on horseback +occasionally, but always alone, without the attendance even of a servant. +"I am so bad a horseman, that if any man on horseback was to come near me +when I am riding, I should certainly have a fall; company would take off my +attention, and I have need of all I can command to manage my horse and keep +my seat; I have got a horse, the quietest creature that ever lived, one +that at Carlisle used to be covered with children from the ears to the +tail." Understanding all this, and seeing him gambadoing on the +race-course, I turned my horse's head another way. "I saw what you meant +this morning; it was very considerate of you; I am much obliged to you." +Paley was too careful of petty expenses, as is frequently the case with +those who have had but narrow incomes in early life. He kept a sufficiently +handsome establishment as subdean, but he was stingy. A plentiful fall of +snow took place during an evening party at the precentors's; two of Mr. +Subdean's daughters were there; he showed great anxiety on account of the +necessity that seemed to have arisen of sending them home in a sedan-chair; +taking the advice of several of the company, whether such necessity really +and inevitably existed, he said to me, "It is only next door." "The houses +touch," said I, "but it is a long round to your door; the length of both +houses and then through the garden in front of your house." He consulted +the precentor, who, to put the matter in a right point of view, cried out, +"Let the girls have a chair; it is only three-pence a piece."</p> + +<p>He preached a sermon at Lincoln for the benefit of a charity school. In the +course of this sermon he related, in familiar but sufficiently dignified +language, a story of a man who, giving evidence on a trial respecting some +prescriptive right claimed by the trustees of the charity, was browbeaten +by the questioning counsel:—"I suppose the fact to which you swear +happened when you were a charity boy, and used to go to school there?" The +witness calmly replied, "I <i>was</i> a charity boy; and all the good that has +befallen me in life has arisen from the education I received at that +school." Paley drew hence an argument in favour of the institution for +which he pleaded. The whole discourse pleased his auditors, and a +deputation waited on him to request he would print it. "Gentlemen, I thank +you for the compliment; but I must give the same answer that I have given +on other like occasions; and that answer is—The tap is out." "The +Archbishop of York," said he, speaking of a late primate, "preached one day +at Carlisle; I was present, and felt muzzy and half asleep; when on a +sudden I was roused, and began to prick up my ears; and what should I hear +but a whole page of one of my own books quoted word for word; and this +without the least acknowledgment, though it was a <i>white bear</i>; a passage +that is often quoted and well known." "Now," said Dr. Milner, Dean of +Carlisle, who related the anecdote, "guess what inference Paley drew from +this plagiarism. No; if that court were full of people, not one of them +would be able to guess: it was this—I suppose the archbishop's wife makes +his grace's sermons for him."</p> + +<hr /> +<p>The city has always been the province for satire; and the wits of King Charles's + time jested upon nothing else during his whole reign.—<cite>Addison</cite>.</p> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page160" id="page160"></a>[pg 160]</span> +<hr class="full" /> +<h2>THE GATHERER.</h2> + +<div class="quote"> + <p class="indinv">A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.<br /> + <span class="scaps">Shakspeare</span>.</p> +</div> + +<hr /> +<h3>ERRORS OF THE PRESS.</h3> + +<h4><i>By a Reporter</i>.</h4> +<p>I once had occasion to report, that a certain "noble lord was confined + to his house with a <i>violent cold</i>"—next morning, I found his + lordship represented to be "confined with a <i>violent scold</i>!" + In the same way, on the occasion of a recent entertainment, I had said "that + the first point of attraction and admiration were her <i>ladyship's looks</i>;" + this compliment was transferred by the printer to her "<i>ladyship's cooks</i>!" + My praises of the "<i>Infant Lyra</i>" were converted to a panegyric + on the "<i>infant lyar</i>." In an account of General Saldanha's conduct + at Oporto, I observed that he "<i>behaved like a hero</i>," while + the printer made it appear that he "<i>behaved like a hare</i>."—"We," + says the <i>John Bull</i>, "often suffer in this way—about two years + since, we represented Mr. Peel as having joined a party of <i>fiends</i> in + Hampshire for the purpose of shooting <i>peasants</i>; and only last week, in + a Scotch paper, we saw it gravely stated that a <i>surgeon</i> was taken alive + in the river and sold to the inhabitants at 6d. and 10d. per pound."</p> + +<p class="source"><i>Atlas</i>.</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>TESTAMENT OF A USURER.</h3> +<p>"I order that my body be returned to the earth from whence it came, and I +give my soul to the devil. I give likewise to the devil the souls of my +wife and children, who encouraged me in usury for the sake of good cheer +and fine clothes. <i>Item</i>. I give to the devil the soul of my confessor, who +connived at my crimes by his silence."</p> + +<hr /> +<p>On the day when the news of the decease of Napoleon reached the Tuileries, +Louis XVIII. was surrounded by a brilliant court, all of whom, with the +exception of one man, received the intelligence with the most unequivocal +signs of delight. This man was General Rapp, who burst into tears. The king +perceived and noticed it. "Yes, Sire," answered the general, "I do weep for +Napoleon; and you will excuse it, for to him I owe every thing in the +world, even the honour of now serving your majesty, since it was he that +made me what I am!" The king, in an elevated tone of voice, replied, +"General, I do but esteem you the more. Fidelity which thus survives +misfortune, proves to me how securely I may depend on you myself."</p> + +<hr /> +<h3>THE HINT TAKEN.</h3> +<p>Voltaire after being on terms of friendship with the King of Prussia, owing +to his wit, gave some offence; when the King said to some of his +courtiers—"When we squeeze the orange and have sucked the juice, we throw +the rest away." Then said Voltaire <i>I must take care of the peel</i>—and +quitted his Prussian majesty's dominions.</p> + +<p class="source">L. P. S.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h4><i>(To the Editor of the Mirror.)</i></h4> +<p>Sir,—In the distich you have quoted from my Lectures at page 143 of your +last <span class="scaps">Mirror</span>, it should have been stated that the statue was a Cupid. The +original lines (Voltaire's) are—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>Qui que tu sois, voici ton maître,</p> +<p>Il l'est, le fut, ou le doit être.</p> +</div></div> +<p class="source"><span class="scaps">B. H. 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Her husband was + cruelly shot, after nobly making several attempts, single-handed, to rescue + her from the captors, in defiance of their fire-arms, and fixed bayonets. + His tribe built this cemetery for him, on the foundation of his own wigwam, + and his body is one of those now in it. The following winter, Captain Buchan + was sent to the River Exploits, by order of the local government of Newfoundland, + to take back this woman to the lake, where she was captured, and if possible + at the same time, to open a friendly intercourse with her tribe. But she + died on board Captain B.'s vessel, at the mouth of the river. Captain B. + however, took up her body to the lake; and not meeting with any of her people, + left it where they were afterwards likely to meet with it. It appears the + Indians were this winter encamped on the banks of the River Exploits, and + observed Captain B.'s party passing up the river on the ice. They retired + from their encampments in consequence; and, some weeks afterwards, went + by a circuitous route to the lake, to ascertain what the party had been + doing there. They found <i>Mary March's</i> body, and removed it from where + Captain B. had left it to where it now lies, by the side of her husband. + </p> + <p> With the exception of Captain Buchan's first expedition, by order of the + local government of Newfoundland, in the winter of 1810, to endeavour to + open a friendly intercourse with the Red Indians, the two parties just mentioned + are the only two we know of that had ever before been up to the Red Indian + Lake. Captain B. at that time succeeded in forcing an interview with the + principal encampment of these people. All of the tribe that remained at + that period were then at the Great Lake, divided into parties, and in their + winter encampments, at different places in the woods on the margin of the + lake. Hostages were exchanged; but Captain B. had not been absent from the + Indians two hours, in his return to a depôt left by him at a short + distance down the river, to take up additional presents for them, when the + want of confidence of these people in the whites evinced itself. A suspicion + spread among them that he had gone down to bring up a reinforcement of men, + to take them all prisoners to the sea-coast; and they resolved immediately + to break up their encampment and retire farther into the country, and alarm + and join the rest of their tribe, who were all at the western parts of the + lake. To prevent their proceedings being known, they killed and then cut + off the heads of the two English hostages; and, on the same afternoon on + which Captain B. had left them, they were in full retreat across the lake, + with baggage, children, &c. The whole of them afterwards spent the remainder + of the winter together, at a place twenty to thirty miles to the south-west, + on the south-east side of the lake. On Captain B.'s return to the lake next + day or the day after, the cause of the scene there was inexplicable; and + it remained a mystery until now, when we can gather some facts relating + to these people from the Red Indian woman, <i>Shawnawdithit</i>.</p> + </div> +</div> +<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> +<hr class="full" /> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12063 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + + diff --git a/12063-h/images/388-1.png b/12063-h/images/388-1.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..af21ae9 --- /dev/null +++ b/12063-h/images/388-1.png |
