GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE. FEBRUARY, 1839. BY SYLVANUS URBAN, GENT. CONTENTS. MINOR CORRESPONDENCE.-History of Tiptree Priory-The Pilgrims' Tombs at Lanfihangel aber Cowin-Kimmeridge Coal Money-Lord Carrington's Achievement-Scotch Peerage claims...... PAGE Winter Studies and Summer Rambles in Canada. By Mrs. Jamieson.. The Druidical Remains of Yorkshire, by J. K. Walker, M.D.... Letter to Mr. Loudon, with extracts from Hartlib's Legacie on Husbandry.... THE HOTEL DE SENS, AT PARIS (with a Plate)...... Remarkable modern Epitaphs at St. Mary Abbat's, Kensington... .... MEMORIALS OF LITERARY CHARACTERS, No. XXV. Letter of Sir John Vanbrugh, 149.-Verses by Dr. Stukeley on William Duke of CumberlandThe Last Letters of L. E. L. Mr. Wilberforce and the character of Archdeacon Coxe.... Prayers for the Soul-Prayer used at Isbury Almshouses, Lambourne.. The Gaelic not Celtic, 155.-The Welsh not Celtic?... Site of the Battle of Pen, A.D. 658, Pen Domer, near Crewkerne POETRY.-Heaven and Earth, a Sonnet, by F. W. Faber RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW.-Dixon's Canidia; or the Witches, 1683. How the Goode Wif thaught her Doughter REVIEW OF NEW PUBLICATIONS. Martin's History of the British Possessions in the East Indies, 161.- 114 115 128 133 140 145 146 148 150 152 153 156 156 ib. 157 159 184 FINE ARTS.-Carvings in Wood, The Daguerotype, 185.-Knight's Norman New Publications, 187.-Prologue and Epilogue at Westminster School, 189. Bill of Mortality-Markets-Prices of Shares, 223.-Meteorological Diary- Embellished with a View of the HOTEL DE SENS, at PARIS. 205 215 224 MINOR CORRESPONDENCE. Mr. URBAN,-As I have long been sedulously collecting materials for a History of the ancient Priory of Tiptree, in Essex, on a much more extended scale than my little History of Totham (printed at my private press), permit me, through the medium of your highly valuable periodical, to state, that I should feel particularly indebted to any person who will obligingly point out the existence of any ancient or curious documents relating to the same. Also, if there is still to be found any View of the said Priory of Tiptree, in its former or modern state. In short, I should very gratefully receive the most trifling contribution from any of your numerous readers who may happen to possess anything of interest relating to the subject not to be found in the commonly referred-to authorities, and will most cheerfully defray any little charge for postage, carriage, &c. that may be necessary. Any similar documents or information relating to Tiptree Heath would also be most acceptable. Yours, &c. Great Totham Hall. CHAS. CLARK. A. J. K. since writing his account of the Pilgrims' Tombs at Llanfihangel-abercowin, (vol. VIII, p. 576) has ascertained that the centre grave of those memorials was opened last summer by some gentlemen resident at St. Clear's, in the neighbourhood; at the depth of four feet they came to a sort of kistvaen, composed of six slabs of stone arranged in the shape of an ordinary coffin, two more slabs formed a bottom and a top for the sepulchral chest. In it were some small bones apparently of a youth or female, and half a dozen shells, each about the size of the palm of the hand, by description precisely answering to the cockle-shells adopted on the garments and hats of the wearers, as insignia of Pilgrimage. The parties did not advert to this circumstance, and were exceedingly puzzled to account for the appearance of these marine productions in such a locality. That these monuments are relics of the superstitious period is certain, and that they commemorate some persons under a vow of pilgrimage, performed or attributed to them as such, appears equally to be proved. Mr. W. BARNES remarks: "It has long been my stated opinion, that the circular pieces of Kimmeridge coal, called Kimmeridge coal money, evidently turned in a lathe, out of the shaley kind of stone coal of Kimmeridge, in Dorsetshire, where most if not all of them have been found, were never used as money, but were waste pieces of stuff from the chuck of a lathe, used on the spot at some remote time, in turning vessels or orna ments, for which there was then a considerable demand. I thought so from observing that, although turned in a lathe, they were not carefully wrought up, and that they had through them, either a square hole in the middle, or two or three round ones at some distance from it; so that the piece of stuff from which they had been cut, might be kept in revolution under the tool, by being put on two or three points of a chuck, or on a square mandrel head, and within a few days my opinion has been greatly strengthened, if not completely verified. As some men were, last month, lowering Fordington hill in Dorchester, they exhumed several skeletons, and with them, two or three urns, a finely wrought necklace of beads of glass and amber, connected by fine brass chainwork, and two other articles, a barrel-shaped amulet about an inch and a-half in diameter, and a bracelet, both turned in a lathe, of Kimmeridge coal. An antiquarian neighbour of mine suggests that many such ornaments, which have been exhumed from barrows and elsewhere, and have been stated to be of jet, may also be of Kimmeridge coal.”— Of this discovery, see further, p. 196. SCRUTATOR wishes to know who can have dished up the hash of heterogeneous heraldry exhibited on the funeral achievement of the late Lord Carrington at Whitehall. First we have the Crest of his Lordship's family of Smith, a highly respectable one for some generations in the county of Nottingham, viz. an elephant's head. Then we find, what ought to be his Lordship's coat between the coats of his two wives, but which is the coat of the old Lords Carrington of Wotton, in the county of Warwick, viz. Argent, a cross Gules between four peacocks, quarterly with another coat and his own coat of the demi-griffons. we discover as the dexter supporter a griffon semée of fleurs-de-lys (and which is the proper one) while the sinister is a lion Gules, gutty Or. It surely cannot be intended as a half-way house to the assumption of the old coat, it is too blundering a performance; better to “go the extreme animal," than appear like Matthews in the farce with one ruffle, or like an Irish postboy, with a boot on one side and a bare leg on the other. Anon L. inquires," whether, since the publication by Robertson, of accounts of proceedings relating to the Peerage of Scotland, in 1790, there has been any similar publication? or where there is to be found any catalogue, or collection of cases, referring to claims of Scotch Peerages ?" THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE. WINTER STUDIES AND SUMMER RAMBLES IN CANADA. WE remember some French writer translating "omnis liber est bonus," thus-" every book is a good one!" a conclusion which we as Reviewers have ample reason not to accept; but we may venture to place these volumes of Mrs. Jamieson among one of those productions which would be favourable to the truth of the maxim. Mrs. Jamieson has shown herself to be not only a careful and curious observer, but an intrepid traveller; has braved the Canadian snows in the heart of winter, traversed its dark and desolate forests, skimmed in an Indian canoe over its lakes, without either friend or protector; entered the wigwams of the Wild Indians, formed friendships with the squaws, attended the talk of the warriors,―sate in council among men wearing wigs formed of manes and tails, covered with scalps, and paint, and bear's grease,—and at last exchanged her European name for the more honourable appellation of "Wah, sah, ge wah, nô, quà," which means "the Woman of the bright foam," though when first seen, she was hailed as “O, daw, yaun, gie,' ""the fair changing Moon:"-and thus is she probably remembered by the Chippewas of Lake Huron to this day. When Madame de Boufflers was solicited to go as ambassadress to England, she declared "avec tant de serieux et de sentiment," that she would consent to go only on the condition of taking with her "vingt-cinq ou vingt-six de ses amis intimes," and sixty or eighty persons who were "absolument necessaires à son bonheur."-Mrs. Jamieson, however, appears to have agreed with old Scaliger as to travelling, who says,-"En voyageant, qui a un camarade a un maître ;"-and so she left her house (rather than home) at Toronto, without even a foot page or her little Oxfordshire maid Nanny with her, led by a strong and natural curiosity-in nova fert animus-to see the savage in his solitude,—to view, though in their decay, the remains of that forlorn and melancholy people-the injured Indian,and with something of the wild and original grandeur of his primæval race still about him, to view "The Stoic of the woods,-the man without a tear." Whilst in Canada, she writes, "I was thrown into scenes and regions hitherto undescribed by any traveller, for the northern shores of Lake Huron are almost new ground, and into relations with the Indian tribes such as few European women of refined and civilized habits have ever risked, and none have recorded." Her book opens with a frost-piece, a terrific account of Winter seated on his icy throne at Toronto. Everything froze around and about her :-her ink froze while she was writing-water close to the hearth was a mass of ice-the doctor's phials froze while he was compounding-her friends froze while visiting her-she froze while receiving them-the thermometer stood at 30 degrees below zero-her teeth chattered like Harry Gill's-the Oxfordshire maid told her that she had got the hager-and the Esculapius of the village assured her that the |