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they are crowded together and justled in Ilous, yet where every form is so still and gibbering yell of triumph, bursting from the dust : what parsimony is observed in silent, it seems almost as if we were tread the distended jaws of the spectre. But doling out a scanty nook ; a gloomy corner; ing a mansion of that fabled city, where why should we thus seek to clothe death a little portion of earth, to those, whom, every being had being suddenly transmuted with unnecessary terrors, and to spread when alive, kingdoms could not satisfy : into stone.
horrors round the tomb of those we love? and how many shapes, and forms and arti- I paused to contemplate a tomb on which The grave should be surrounded by every fices, are devised to catch the casual no- lay the effigy of a knight in complete ar- thing that might inspire tenderness and ve. tice of the passenger, and save from for- mour. A large buckler was on one arm; neration for the dead; or that might win getfulness, for a few short years, a name the hands were pressed together in suppli- the living to virtue. It is the place, not of which once aspired to occupy ages of the cation upon the breast; the face was al- disgust and dismay, but of sorrow and me world's thought and admiration,
most covered by the morion; the legs were ditation. I passed some time in Poet's Corner, crossed in token of the warrior's having While wandering about these gloomy which occupies an end of one of the tran. been engaged in the holy war. It was the vaults and silent aisles, studying the record septs or cross aisles of the Abbey. The tomb of a crusader; of one of those mili- of the dead, the sound of busy existers monuments are generally simple ; for the tary enthusiasts, who so strangely mingled | from without occasionally reaches the ear; lives of literary men afford no striking religion and romance, and whose exploits -the rumbling of the passing equipage ;themes for the sculptor. Shakspeare and form the connecting link between fact and the murmur of the multitude; or perhaps Addison have statues erected to their me-fiction ; between the history and the fairy the light laugh of pleasure. The contrast mories ; but the greater part have busts, tale. There is something extremely pictu. is striking with the deathlike repose around: medallions, and sometimes mere inscrip-resque in the tombs of these adventurers, and it has a strange effect upon the feelings, tions. Notwithstanding the simplicity of decorated as they are with rude armorial thus to hear the surges of active life hurry. these memorials, I have always observed bearings and gothic sculpture. They com- ing along and beating against the very walls that the visitors to the Abbey remain port with the antiquated chapels in which of the sepulchre. longest about them. A kinder and fond. they are generally found; and, in consider . I continued in this way to move from er feeling takes place of that cold curi- ing them, the imagination is apt to kindle tomb to tomb, and from chapel to chapel. osity or vague admiration with which with the legendery associations, the roman-The day was gradually wearing away; the they gaze on the splendid monuments tic fictions, the chivalrous pomp and pa- distant tread of loiterers about the abbey of the great and the heroic. They geantry which poetry has spread over the grew less and less frequent; the sun had linger about these as about the tombs of the wars for the sepulchre of Christ. They poured his last ray through the lofty wisfriends and companions ; for indeed there are the reliques of times utterly gone by ;dows; the sweet tongued bell was summoiis something of companionship between the of beings passed from recollection; of cus. ing to evening prayers ; and I saw at a ds author and the reader. Other men are toms and manners with which our's have tance the choristers, in their white surplices, known to posterity only through the me- no affinity. They are like objects from crossing the aisle and entering the choir. dium of history, which is continually grow some strange and distant land, of which we I stood before the entrance to Henry the ing faint and obscure; but the intercourse have no certain knowledge, and about which Seventh's chapel. A Aight of steps leadi between the author and his fellow-men is all our conceptions are vague and visionary. up to it, through a deep and gloomy, but ever new, active and immediate. He has There is something extremely solemn and magnificent arch. Great gates of bra lived for them more than for himself; he awful in those effigies on gothic tombs, ex-richly and delicately wrought, turn heater has sacrificed surrounding enjoyments, and tended as if in the sleep of death, or in the upon their hinges, as if proudly reluctant to shut himself up from the delights of social supplication of the dying hour. They have admit the feet of common mortals into this life, that he might the more intimately com- an effect infinitely more impressive on most gorgeous of sepulchres. mune with distant minds and distant ages my feelings than the fancied attitudes, On entering, the eye is astonished by the Well may the world cherish his renown; the over-wrought conceits, and allegorical pomp of architecture, and the elaborate for it has been purchased, not by deeds of groups, which abound on modern monu- beauty of sculptured detail. The sal violence and blood, but by the diligent dis- ments. I have been struck, also, with the walls are wrought into universal ornata pensation of pleasure. Well may posterity superiority of many of the old sepulchral encrusted with tracery, and scooped to be grateful to his memory; for he has left inscriptions. There was a noble way, in niches, crowded with the statues of saints it an inheritance, not of empty names and former times, of saying things simply, and and martyrs. Stone seems, by the cun sounding actions, but whole treasures of yet saying them proudly; and I do not labour of the chisel, to have been to wisdom, bright gems of thought, and golden know an epitaph that breathes a loftier con- of its weight and density, suspended ale veins of language.
sciousness of family worth and honourable as if by magic, and the "fretted roup From Poet's Corner I continued my stroll lineage, than one which affirms, of a noble achieved with the wonderful minutentti towards that part of the abbey which con- house, that “all the brothers were brave, and airy security of a cobweb. , tains the sepulchres of the kings. I wan- and all the sisters virtuous."
Along the sides of the chapel are.. dered among what once were chapels, but In the opposite transept to Poet's Corner lofty stalls of the Knights of the bat which are now occupied by the tombs stands a monument which is among the richly carved of oak, though with the gre and monuments of the great. At every most renowned achievements of modern tesque decorations of gothic architec turn I met with some illustrious name; or art ; but which, to me, appears horrible On the pinnacles of the stalls are the cognizance of some powerful house rather than sublime. It is the tomb of Mrs. the helmets and crests of the knights, renowned in history. As the eye darts Nightingale, by Roubillac. The bottom of their scarfs and swords; and above into these dusky chambers of death, it the monumeut is represented as throwing are suspended their banners, emble catches glimpses of quaint effigies ; some open its marble doors, and a sheeted skele- with armorial bearings, and contrastin kneeling in niches, as if in devotion; others ton is starting forth. The shroud is falling splendour of gold and purple and c stretched upon the tombs, with hands pious. from his fleshless frame as he launches his with the cold gray fretwork of the rooliots ly pressed together; warriors in arinour, dart at his victim. She is sinking into her the midst of this grand mausoleum as if reposing after battle; prelates with affrighted husband's arms, who strives, with the sepulchre of its founder,--hi els croziers and mitres ; and nobles in robes vain and frantic effort, to avert the blow. with that of his queen, extended on
urrounded by and coronets, lying as it were in state. In The whole is executed with terrible truth tuous tomb, and the whole surroun glancing over this scene, so strangely popu.I and spirit; we almost fancy we hear thela lofty and superbly wrought brazer
rought brazen railing There is a sad dreariness in this magnifi. , dually prevailing around, gave a deeper and incongruous mementos had been gathered cence ; this strange mixture of tombs and more solemn interest to the place :
together as a lesson to living greatness? trophies; these emblems of living and as
to show it, even in the moment of its
For in the silent grave no conversation, i piring ambition, close beside mementos No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers,
proudest exaltation, the neglect and diswhich show the dust and oblivion in which No careful father's counsel; nothing's heard honour to which it must soon arrive ; how all must sooner or later terminate. No:1
For nothing is, but all oblivion,
soon that crown which encircles its brow
Dust and an endless darkness. thing impresses the mind with a deeper feel.
must pass away; and it must lie down in ing of loneliness, than to tread the silent Suddenly the notes of the deep labouring the dust and disgraces of the tomb, and be and deserted scene of former throng and organ burst upon the ear, falling with trampled upon by the feet of the meanest pageant. On looking round on the vacant doubled and redoubled intensity, and rol- of the multitude. For, strange to tell, even stalls of the knights and their esquires; andling, as it were, huge billows of sound.- the grave is here no longer a sanctuary. on the rows of dusty but gorgeous banners How well do their volume and grandeur | There is a shocking levity in some natures, that were once borne before them, my accord with this mighty building! With which leads thein to sport with awful and imagination conjured up the scene when what pomp do they swell through its vast hallowed things; and there are base minds, this hall was bright with the valour and vaults, and breathe their awful harmony which delight to revenge on the illustrious beauty of the land ; glittering with the through these caves of death, and make the dead the abject homage and grovelling ser. splendour of jewelled rank and military silent sepulchre vocal !-And now they rise vility which they pay to the living. The array; alive with the tread of many feet in triumphant acclamation, heaving higher coffin of Edward the Confessor has been and the hum of an admiring multitude.- and higher their accordant notes, and piling broken open, and his remains despoiled of All had passed away: the silence of death sound on sound.–And now they pause, their funeral ornaments; the sceptre has had settled again upon the place; interrup- and the soft voices of the choir break out been stolen from the hand of the imperious led only by the casual chirping of birds, into sweet gushes of melody; they soar Elizabeth, and the effigy of Henry the which had found their way into the chapel, aloft, and warble along the roof, and seem Fifth lies headless. Not a royal monument and built their nests among its friezes and to play about these lofty vaults like the pure but bears some proof how false and fugitive pendants sure signs of solitariness and de- airs of heaven. Again the pealing organ is the homage of mankind. Some are plunsertion. When I read the names inscribed heaves its thrilling thunders, compressing dered; some mutilated; some covered with on the banners, they were those of men air into music, and rolling it forth upon the ribaldry and insult-all more or less outscattered far and wide about the world ; soul. What long-drawn cadences ! - What raged and dishonoured. some tossing upon distant seas ; some under solemn sweeping concords! It grows more The last beams of day were now faintly arms in distant lands ; some mingling in the and more dense and powerful-it fills the streaming through the painted windows in busy intrigues of courts and cabinets: all vast pile, and seems to jar the very walls— the high vaults above me: the lower parts seking to deserve one more distinction in the ear is stunned the senses are over- of the abbey were already wrapped in the this mansion of shadowy honours ; the me. whelmed. And now it is winding up in full obscurity of twilight. The chapels and lancholy reward of a monument.
jubilee-it is rising from the earth to hea- aisles grew darker and darker. The effiTwo small aisles on each side of this cha- ven- the very soul seems rapt away and gies of the kings faded into shadows; the pel present a touching instance of the floated upwards on this swelling tide of marble figures of the monuments assumed equality of the grave; which brings down harmony !
strange shapes in the uncertain light; the the oppressor to a level with the oppressed, I sat for some time lost in that kind of evening breeze crept through the aisles like and mingles the dust of the bitterest ene. reverie which a strain of music is apt some the cold breath of the grave; and even the mies together. In one is the sepulchre of times to inspire : the shadows of evening | distant footfall of a verger, traversing the the haughty Elizabeth, in the other is that were gradually thickening around me; the Poets' Corner, had something strange and of her victim, the lovely and unfortunate monuments began to cast deeper and deeper dreary in its sound. I slowly retraced my Mary. Not an hour in the day but some gloom; and the distant clock again gave morning's walk, and as I passed out of the ejaculation of pity is uttered over the fate token of the slowly waning day.
portal of the cloisters, the door, closing of the latter, mingled with indignation at I rose and prepared to leave the abbey. with a jarring noise behind me, filled the let oppressor. The walls of Elizabeth's | As I descended the flight of steps which whole building with echoes. sepulchre continually echo with the sighs lead into the body of the building, my eye I endeavoured to form some arrangeof sympathy heaved at the grave of her was caught by the shrine of Edward the ment in my mind of the objects I had been
Confessor, and I ascended the small staircase contemplating, but found they were already A peculiar melancholy reigns over the that conducts to it, to take from thence a falling into indistinctness and confusion, issle where Mary lies buried. The light general survey of this wilderness of tombs. Names, inscriptions, trophies, had all become truggles dimly through windows darkened | The shrine is elevated upon a kind of plat- confounded in my recollection, though I had y dust. The greater part of the place is form, and close around it are the sepulchres scarceiy taken my foot from off the thresh. a deep shadow, and the walls are stained of various kings and queens. From this hold. What, thought I, is this vast assemnd tinted by time and weather. A marble eminence the eye looks down between pil- blage of sepulchres but a treasury of humigure of Mary is stretched upon the tomb, lars and funereal trophies to the chapels and liation ; a huge pile of reiterated homilies ound which is an iron railing, much corro-chambers below, crowded with tombs ; on the emptiness of renown, and the cer. ed, bearing her national emblem the this where warriors, prelates, courtiers and tainty of oblivion! It is, indeed, the empire le. I was weary with wandering, and sat statesmen lie mouldering in their “beds of of death ; his great shadowy palace ; where town to rest myself by the monument, re- darkness." Close by me stood the great he sits in state, mocking at the reliques of olving in my mind the chequered and dis- chair of coronation, rudely carved of oak, human glory, and spreading dust and forget. strous story of poor Mary.
in the barbarous taste of a remote and fulness on the monuments of princes. How The sound of casual footsteps had ceased / gothic age. The scene seemed almost as if idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of om the abbey. I could only hear, now contrived, with theatrical artifice, to pro- a name! Time is ever silently turning over nd then, the distant voice of the priest, duce an effect upon the beholder. Here his pages ; we are too much engrossed by epeating the evening service, and the faint was a type of the beginning and the end of the story of the present, to think of the esponses of the choir; these paused for a human pomp and power; here it was lite characters and anecdotes that gave interest me, and all was hushed. The stillness, rally but a step from the throne to the se to the past ; and each age is a volume thrown de desertion and obscurity that were gra- pulchre. Would not one think that these aside to be speedily forgotten. The idol
of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out
MISS BRIDGET ADAIR. of our recollection; and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor of to-morrow.
Miss Bridget Adair lived up one pair of stairs, “Our fathers,” says Sir Thomas Brown,
In a street leading out of Soho ; “ find their graves in our short memories,
| And, though lovely and fair, had seen thirty years, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in
Without being blest with a beau. our survivors.” History fades into fable;
But it happened one May-day (the morning was fine), fact becomes clouded with doubt and
She heard in her passage a tread; controversy : the inscription moulders from
It was just as the clock of St. Ann's had gone nine, the tablet; the statute falls from the pedes.
And Miss Bridget was just out of bed. tal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are
The tread it drew nearer, the knocker it stirr'd, they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs,
And a rapping did gently ensuebut characters writen in the dust? What
Who's there, said Miss Bridget a whisper was hear! is the security of a lomb, or the perpetuity of an embalment?
Of * Madam, I dye for you!''
• What! for me does he die,' said the love-stricken maid, ander the Great have been scattered to the
Or, did you ever yet believe,
To the glass, as she bustled in haste, wind, and his empty sarcophagus is now the
In dream, that I were nigh ?
She adjusted her gown, put a cap on her head, mere curiosity of a museum. “The Egyp
And adorned with a ribbon her waist. tian mummies, which Cambyses or time
Or, when the deadly voice of Hate,
Of Jealousy, was heard, hath spared, avarice now consumeth ; Miz.
Pir-a-pat went her heart, as she opened the door, raim cures wounds, and Pharaoh is sold for
Say, did you e'er extenuate
And a stranger appeared to her view;
Stepping in with a smile, and a bow to the floor, balsams."
He said, “ Madam, I die for you ;" What then is to insure this pile which Or did you ever, when alone,
If she liked his demeanor, so courteous and meek, now towers above me from sharing the fate Accord with what I've said ?
Yet his look was enough to amaze her; of other mausoleums? The time must If so you've done, my heart's your own,
Por his face appear'd black, as unwash'd for a week come when its gilded vaults, which now
And yours is mine, dear Maid.
And his beard ask'd the aid of a razor. spring so loftily, shall lie in rubbish beneath Liverpool
W. W.M. the feet; when, instead of the sound of
At length he address'd her in this killing strain,
"Miss Bridget, I dye for you ; melody and praise, the wind shall whistle
And here are the silks which you sent me to stain, through the broken arches, and the owl | The annexed are copied from a MS. (the writer not
1 Of a beautiful mazarine blue." hoot from the shattered tower: when the mentioned), and are submitted to the Editor, in hopes
Ah me! disappointed, and nearly in tears, garish sun-beam shall break into those l of seeing them circuluated in the Kaleidoscope.
Standing still, with a gape and a stare, gloomy mansions of death ; and the ivy
You would hardly have thought, had you knowo bar fit twine round the fallen column; and the fox Oh, most delightful hour of man
years, glove hang its blossoms about the nameless Experienced here below,
'Twas lovely Miss Bridget Adair. urn, as if in mockery of the dead. Thus, The hour that terminates his span, man passes away ; his name perishes from His folly, and his woe. record and recollection; his history is as a Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Literary Notices. tale that is told, and his very monument The dreary waste of Life, becomes a ruin. To see again my day o'erspread
AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY.
(Continued from our former numbers, pugu l, There is near to the walls of Morocco, about the northEarth, Seas, and Sun, adieu !
57, 73, 121, 133.) west point, a village, called the Village of Lepers. I All Heaven unfolded to my eyes, had a curiosity to visit it; but I was told that any other excursion would be preferable ; that the Lepers were
I have no wish for you.
(FROM THE QUEBEC HERALD, JOLY 14 totally excluded from the rest of mankind; and that, So spake Aspasio, firm possest although none of them would dare to approach us, yet Of Faith's supporting rod, the excursion would be not only unsatisfactory but dis
The mystery which has so long enveloped the s gusting. I was, however, determined to go; I mounted
Then breathed his soul into its rest,
person of this great genius, continues to exist who my horse, and took two horse guards with me, and my
The bosom of his God.
any satisfactory elucidation. Sir Walter Scott, from own servant. We rode through the Lepers' town; the inhabitants collected at the doors of their habitations,
He was a man, among the few,
known connexion with the celebrated novels written i but did not approach us; they, for the most part, showed
Sincere on Virtue's side;
the author of Waverley, from the character of bis na no external disfiguration, but were generally sallow. And all his strength from Scripture drew,
and conversation, and various other circumstances, but Some of the young women were very handsome; they To hourly use applied.
been considered in Europe to be able without doubt have, however, a paucity of eyebrow, which it must be allowed, is somewhat incompatible with beauty; some
That rule he prized, by that he feared,
remove the curtain of concealment. Mr. Scott, hovere few had no eyebrows at all, which completely destroyed He hated, hoped, and loved ;
always, we hear, denies the credit of being the succes the effect of their dark animated eyes. They are obliged
of the works in question; and even his own family
Nor ever frown'd, or sad appear'd, to wear a large straw hat, with a brim about nine inches
nothing certain upon the subject. The Reviews say
But when his heart had roved. wide; this is their badge of separation, a token of divi. sion between the clean and the unclean, which, when For he was frail as thou or I,
other periodical publications in England and Scolar seen in the country or on the road, prevents any one from
familiarly prefis his name to the novels, though 3
And evil felt within ; having personal contact with them. They are allowed
refuses to do it himself. to beg, and accordingly are seen by the sides of the roads. But when he felt it, heaved a sigh, with their straw hat badge, and a wooden bowl before And loath'd the thought of sin.
Some years ago, reports were circulated with code them, to receive the charity of passengers, exclaiming
dence, that the author of Waverley lives in Canan Bestow on me the property of God :" " All belongs
So lived Aspasio ; and at last
that he is a brother of Walter Scott, and that his bar to God !" reminding the passenger that he is a steward,
Calld up from Earth to Heaven,
tismal name is Thomas." This Gentleman is patriota and accountable for the appropriation of his property; The gulph of death triumphant passed, that he derives his property from the bounty and favour
of a British regiment sometimes stationed at Kingste of God. When any one gives them money, they pro
By gales of blessing driven.
and sometimes in other parts of Canada. The travel nounce a blessing on him; as “ May God increase your
His joys be mine! each reader cries,
atlantic confessions, mentioned by the British Quarte pood," &c. The province of Haha abounds in lepers ; When my last hour arrives :
Review, in an article on Old Mortality, and other and it is said that the Arganic oil, which is much used in food throughout this picturesque province, promotes
They shall be yours, my verse rephes,
of My Landlord, referred to the supposed admisses this loathsome disease. Jackson's Morocco.
Such only be your lives.
some of Mr. Thomas Seott's family, that he was the
through thes with me, au
but did nts collected
establish the author of W
If was a
mighty magician, so long sought for in vain. If that
u York, 12th December, 1818. 1
THE WANT OF A PENNY. article, and it was so asserted, were written by Sir Walter “With respect to those new publications, Rob Roy Scott himself, there can be little doubt of the truth of &c. I have no hesitation in saying I believe them to be
(From a French journal.) the supposition, respecting his brother.
the production of the Scotts. I say the Scotts, because The following extracts of letters from a very respect. Mr. Thomas Scott (who wrote the principal part of them)
For want of a penny in one's pocket, it is impossible
to conceive the vexations to which one may be exposed able gentleman in Canada, to his friend in the United was often assisted by Mrs. Scott, and the works were in all places, but certainly no where more than in PaStates, have recently been put into our hands. They generally revised by his brother Walter, before going to ris. Nothing can plead more forcibly in favour of ecoare evidently written with carelessness, but may serve press. The Antiquary I can answer for particularly, be- poniy than the following liarrative, which we extract to throw some light upon this subject of curiosity. We cause Mr. Thomas Scott told me himself that he wrote it, I visit Paris.
from a French journal, for the benefit of those who can assure out readers, there is no doubt of the genuine a very few days after it appeared in this country. Any « Anxious to find the minister, from whom I was Diss of the extracts. person who had the least intimacy with the Paymaster about to solicit a favour for my best friend, I left home
in a hurry, and forgot my purse. The keeper of the * We have published these paragraphs, just as we re- would at once recognize him as the author of those ce.
Pont-des-Arts*, however, soon reminded me of my ceived them, for the satisfaction of our friends, and the lebrated works. The same native humour, the same cast neglect ; and, as mere civillty is not accounted good ser question is, can the relation contained in them be accurate? | of expression, and that intimate acquaintance with the payment there, more than elsewhere, I turned back, To deny this, involves the difficulty of supposing that Scottish manners and Scottish annals, which are in almost
in order to pass over the Pont-neuf. One of those
ar:ists who take their station on the boot-path, prome or two gentlemen have intended to deceive mankind every page of those works, could be traced in his own
Own | posed to brush the dust off my boots for a penny. I by a false account. The confession of Mr. Thomas conversation, by any person of the least observation. passed on, and pretended not to hear him. On reachEl Scott, that he wrote the Antiquary, and the assertion of Besides this, I have often heard Mrs. Scott dascribe the
Antiquary, and the assertion of | Besides this. I have often heard Mrs. Scott dascribe the ling his Excellency's house, I learnt that he had set out 6 he writer, that he saw the work in manuscript in this very originals from whom the principal characters are
for his country seat about five minutes before, namely,
just wbile I was going round by the Pont-Neuf. My
an intimate ac- friend was anxiously waiting his appointment! Vexed the Antiquary on the face of its title page was written quaintance of the Paymaster ; his name I have now for-by this unlucky accident, I mechanically sought for by the author of Waverley. gotten, but he lived in Dumfries : and that finely-drawn something to divert my spirits. I drew out my snuff
box; but, to my mortification, it was empty, and I character, Dominie Sampson, was an old college acIf such should be the conclusion of any one, perhaps
am not in the habit of running in debt at the tobacit may be reasonable to suppose Mr. Thomas Scott the quaintance. Flora M Ivor's character was written en
conist's. author of Waverley, Guy Mannering, the Antiquary, I tirely by Mrs. Scott herself. I have seen several of the | "I walked slowly on, and a miserable picture soon As Ivanhoe, &c. while Sir Walter Scott may have amused | manuscripts in Mr. Scott's possession, of his other works; I attracted my notice. A wretched family, stretched on
the street, in a state of starvation, implored me to give the world with writing the Tales of My Landlord. but I do not recollect seeing any of the novels in ma
them a single penny. Alas! I was even poorer than * With the school and my studies, my time is so taken
nuscript except the Antiquary. I am pretty ertain that they. Raising my eyes to heaven, I discovered a slight
lit his own hand-writing. I had not heard that these degree of darkness. I was about to enquire the cause, up that you must excuse the shortness of this letter.
when a little boy begged me to look at the eclipse Besides those occupations, I am engaged every evening at works were imputed to any other person until you men
through his smoked glass for a penny. In spite of my tioned it.” Mt. Scott's, in superintending the education of the two
curiosity I walked on, and postponed for twenty-seven
years, the pleasure wbich I might have enjoyed at the young ladies. Never was there a more amiable family.
present moment. Mis Scott is a woman of the first accomplishments: I
The Philanthropist. " Plunged in melancholy reflections, my attention do not mean those trifling, superficial accomplishments,
was soon attracted by a man running, out of breath, acquired at the generality of boarding schools, but those
and roaring Voila la liste ! I recollected that I had mlid literary acquirements of which few women can
ventured to purchase a ticket in the lottery; but un. MRS. FRY.
luckily I could not, at that moment, conveniently asboast the possession. It is said (and from what I can
certain whether or not, Fortune had ceased to per. observe I think with truth) that she wrote a great part That practical Christian, Mrs. Fry, of London, to secute me. I continued to walk on, but was soon Guy Mannering. To her and her husband, we are whom humanity is so much indebted for her works of
stopped by a real Carbonaro, who was sweeping the ( without doubt indebted for Waverley also. He has read benevolence, visited Liverpool during the past week, unable to fulgi the second condition, I was resolved to
streets; passez, payer, he exclaimed. Being totally to me several of his poetical productions, little inferior, I and renewed her attentions to the unfortunate prisoners evade the first ; and I escaped with a bearty splashing. in my opinion, to his brother's. You may suppose I am in our jails. On Sunday she attended, as usual, the
"Meanwhile an uproar in the street announced the quite delighted as well as improved by such society. meeting-house of her fellow-christians, the Society of
publication of the new ordinance relative to sub-pre
fects, in which one of my old college-companions was de Manners iimproved and polished in the first circles of Friends. Her intention of being there had been ru- deeply interested. I was all anxiety to learn the par.
Britaid, and a personal acquaintance with almost every moured throughout the town on the preceding day, and ticulars; but what was my mortification when the fel. poet and literary character of modern date, must make we are gratified in stating, as a fact highly honourable
low who was selling the ordinance roared out, with se their cuaintance universally sought after. But their both to the fair philanthropist and to our enlightened Vexed beyond all endurance at these successive disap
Stentorian lungs, that its price was only one penny. society is quite circumscribed, for reasons well known to townsmen, that the crowded congregation which as-pointments, I entered a church, where I hoped to the u may one, who had any acquaintance with the Kingston sembled to hear her, comprised many of the most joy a litcle rest, wbile, ac the same time I fulfilled a *gentry. The daughters are just following the steps of respectable and opulent families of Liverpool, of all
pious duty; but I had not been there more than five C
minutes, when I recollected that there was to be a col. Weir mother, and have not their equal in this place or religious denominations. In the afternoon she proceeded lection for the benefit of the poor. I inimediately left ; in any other part of Canada, I think, for literary acquire to Warrington. We would willinglys
to Warrington. We would willingly say a few words the church. The museum was at hand: I proceeded ments." on her ministry, her eloquence, and her remarkable voice,
thither; but was informed it was necessary to leave “ York, 10th July, 1817.
'my stick at the door. It may naturally be supposed which, in the less impassioned parts of ner preaching which, in the less impassioned parts of her preaching,
that when determined to postpone my pleasure till to"Have you read Scott's last work, The Antiquary? exceeds in sweetness any thing we ever heard ; and we morrow, my passion for the fine arts easily accom, I have the happiness of being intimately acquainted with would notice, too, the impressive exertions of Mrs. Wat. modaced itself to the ill fortune I had experienced the author, and his amiablefamily, and it is to me of course son, of Waterford; but as we do not, in the Kaleido.
throughout the day. Three ladies of my acquaintance doubly interesting. It is inferior, however, I think, to scope, enter into particulars of this kind respecting any / alighting, when immediacely four flower women thrust
arrived at the door in a coach. I ran to assist them in - Waverley and Guy Mannering, but in some of its scenes, religious persons or communities, we must content our. Itheir
religious persons or communities, we must content our their baskets under my nose, and begged of me to buy far before any work of the kind that I have ever read. selves with adding, to the respect manifested by our the ladies a boquet, for only one penny. Like a skilful The funeral at the fisherman's hut, for instance, nothing townsmen towards Mrs. Fry, this record of our unfeigned
general, I turned the position, and accompanied my
three friends as far as the vestibule, whence I returned can surpass Many of its characters are drawn from esteem for one who so truly does
only to fall a prey to the persecutions of the officious real life, and with the original of the Antiquary, Mr.
“ Honour to God and good to man."
fellow who had opened the coach door and let down Scott was intimately acquainted. I think it is the last
che steps. However, I soon got rid of him, by replywork of the kind we shall have from him. He is now
ing, with the air of a Cræsus, that I had no change,
Negro Asylum.-A society has been formed in the and the by-standers little suspected the full truth of the only the “ ruins of a noble frame," the wreck of what!
a dopie same, the wreck of what republic of Hayti, for the purpose of aiding the free assertion. he was. He used to talk of beginning a work, the scenes people of colour in the United States, in removing to, “I now hastened home; and, taking the necessary of which were principally to be laid in this country. Nol and settling in that island. This society is sanctioned / sum, flew to the saving-bor (equivalent to our excellent one could better succeed. I am going to Niagara soon, I py
by the President, and proposes to raise a subscription saving banks) where I deposited the little capital which
for the purpose, and to correspond with the American will secure to me a revenue of five centinits per day, where he is now stationed with the regiment. I will colonization, and with any other societies, religious or being, by sad experience, too well convinced of the find out whether there is any probability of its being benevolent, which are disposed to aid the object, and inconveniences that may arise from the want of a finished. provide an asylum for these distressed individuals,
in. like the pear, they lose their bad qualities by baking.” gular Medical Cases; Astronomical, Mechanical,
The Abbé d'Olivet, author of the Life of Pelissen, general are moisten
lient, except the bullaces and sloes, which are astringent. Philosophical, Botanical, Meteorological, and Mine
inserts the following passage: ralogical Phenomena, or singular Facts in Natural They are cooling, quench thirst, and create appetite, and
“ Confined at that time in a solitary place, and where History ; Vegetation, &c.; Antiquities, &c. &c. ; to therefore agree best with hot constitutions ; but they do
the light of day only penetrated through a mere slit, be continued in a series through the Volume.) not sit easy with those that have weak stomachs. In
having no other servant than a stupid and dull clown, years that plums are very plentiful, and consequently I . basa
a basque, who was continually playing on tbe bag. much eaten, fluxes generally abound; hence it appears
pipes, Pleisson studied by what means to becure bix. LANGUAGES IN THE KNOWN WORLD. that they ought always to be eaten very moderately, and
seif against an enemy, which a good conscience alate then they should be quite ripe and sound. He states
cannot always repel; I mean the attacks of unemplored M. Frederick Adelung, counsellor of state to the the green gage to be not only the most agreeable, but
imagination, which, when it once exceeds proper Emperor of Russia, bas lately published in 153 the most wholesome of all the plums.” This plum
mits, becomes the most cruel torture of a recluse i pages, “ A View of all known Languages and their (says Philips) was called the Reine Claude, from having
dividual. He adopted tbe following stratagem :-Ps. Dialects.”
ceiving a spider spinning her web at the spiracie ma been introduced into France by Queen Claude, wife to In this View we find in all, 987 Asiatic, Francis I. of that country, but it now bears various
tioned above, he undertook to tame ber, and to efec 687 European, 276 African, and 1,264 American names in different parts of France. It is often called
this, he placed some flies on the edge of the openinga languages and dialects enumerated and classed : adamus verd ; at Tours it is named abricot verd; at
while the basque was playing on his favourite bag pipe, total of 3,114. This remarkable publication, is Rouen, where it grows abundantly, they call it la verte
The spider, by degrees accustomed berself to dosta only the introduction to a Bibliotheca Glottica, on bonde. This plum received the name of Green Gage
guish the sound of that instrument, and to run tren which this indefatigable pbilosopher has been long from the following accident: the Gage family in the
her hole to seize her prey; thus, by means of aniu
calling her out with the same tune, and placing the last century, procured from the monastery of the Char. employed.-See Journal of Science, xix. p. 201. treuse at Paris, & collection of fruit trees. When these
Alies nearer and nearer his own seal, afiet #vetal trees arrived at Hergrove Hall, the tickets were safely
months exercise, he succeeded in training the spider io MAGNETIC DIP. affixed to all of them, excepting the Reine Claude,
well, tbat she would start at the first signal, to kiz a which was either omitted to be put on, or was rub? lily at the farthest end of the room, and even on ta? Professor Barlow, of the Royal Military Academy, ) bed off in the package. The gardener therefore, being
knees of the prisoner." at Woolwich, lately visited Portsmouth for the pur- | ignorant of the name, called it, when it first bore fruit,
| It bas been stated that a prisoner confined in the bar pose of inquiring into the state of the compasses the Green Gage.
tile, retained bis senses, contrary to expectation,
playing daily so many games at push-pin, be havine 1 in store in the Dock-yard at this port, and to deter.
uuknown to his keepers, secreted a batialion er two mine the dip of the magnetic needle. He performed
A CASE OF TOENIA SOLIUM.
these hostile implements. The device of Peliseces ? a number of experiments with a beautiful dipping
more interesting to us, as we learn from it, tbar the needle, by Jones, and from the mean of these hel J. Young, residing at Kirk Yetholm, Roxburgshire, I spider, though amongst the most quarrelsome mu found the dip to be 70° 21'. The Conway, Capt. late of the 4th battalion of royal artillery, aged 36, be sects, yet is capable of being rendered familiar by the B. Hall, is furnished with every requisite to ascertain came ill in Spain, June 12, 1812, and was dismissed the reason and perseverance of man. the correctness of Mr. Barlow's plan in the Southern service by the medical board in 1814, for epilepsy; since
F.S 6.-7. Heinisphere.Plymouth Chronicle.
which period he has continued in a very emaciated and
TO THE EDITOR.
the direction of Mr. Cook, surgeon, he passed a tape.
worm entire, 50 feet 2 inches in length, which was Sir. If the following be worth a corner in your St. Petersburgh, 15th September. -A meteoric stone, / washed and measured in the presence of a number of I amusing and interesting work, it is at your servkt. weighing 40lbs. fell from the air during a violent thun-people. It is preserved.
The Cæsarean Operation was lately performed at
The following whimsical circumstance occurTES and a half into the ground, whence it was dug up by the fessional brethren. The patient being much deformed, peasants, and has been chemically analyzed by Dr.
His brothers of the sock and buskin, Wiltz and in a reduced habit of body, survived the operation the last duties to their deceased companion, agrere Eichler.' The Imperial Academy of Sciences commis
only about twenty-four hours. sioned one of its members to examine it, who found the
The child a fine girl, is tollow the body to the grave; but, as they were bo
| doing extremely well. specific gravity of the stone to be 3.718. In the air it 1:
We understand that this is all possessed of mourning, some of them borrowed Weighedő oz. 5 dr. 50 gr.' and lost in water, of the tem- performed in Great Britain, and that only one or two obtained a black coat of a shoemaker : but, as
about the twenty-fourth time this operation has been the town's people : among the rest, the chief moures perature of 13° 4' Reaumur, 1 oz. 6 dr. 18 gr. in weight; I have survived it. Of the twenty-four children, only 11 | cession passed honest crispin's house, a large com consequently the cubic content of this aerolite was 3.4
have been brought into the world alive. English cubic inches, if a cubic inch of water is taken at
tracted, no doubt, by the well-known scent of 253 gr. Notwithstanding the small size, and the few
master's coat) absolutely seized the poor player bran pores that could be perceived, its weight in the water, One of the monthly publications speaks in the foi. skirt, and would not suffer him to proceed an ibora atter it had been well dried, had increased 68 kr. A lowing terms of an ingenious fire-alarum, invented by farther. The funeral was obliged to move 00 MB magnetic needle was pretty quicky attracted, as well in a Mr. J. G. Colbert:- This instrument is portable, of out him ; and the solemnity of so tragical aberea an horizontal as in a vertical direction, by all points of the size and general appearance of a timepiece, except was instantly changed into comedy: even the cherry its sarface, but it did not at all attract iron filings that the dial-plate exhibits a semicircle marked with the man forgot his gravity, and the whole cavalcade Deo
degrees from 1 to 180. When the index is placed at half came “ merry mourners;" There appears to be some omission here; probably a
or a whole degree, or more, above the heat of the at
mosphere at the time, any increase of temperature be-
TO THE EDITOR.
the principle of the thermometer has
SIR,- If you think the following anecdote wortby of in any situation, and is sold at prices varying from five insertion in the Kaleidoscope, it is much at your ne
vice, It has been asserted by experienced agriculturists, to thirty guineas according to the plainness or elegance | that there has been but one barvest equal in all respects of the execution.
W.T. to the present since 1787, namely, that of 1805 or 1806. Such a harvest generally happens after a rigidly cold Grand Map.-On the summit of the mountain of Henry 4th. of France. was educated in a very di winter; because the temperature of the ground does Menilla-horne, in the department of the Meuse, there,
rent manner from the princes of the present age.. not arrive at its maximum heat so soon; oor is the is at present an establishment of geographic engineers
was brought up in a castle at Bearn, which was nie corn checked in its growth by the late frosts, as in mild appointed to draw up a grand map of France. At night Ited among the mountains: big father would not winters. fires are kindled, which correspond with other points,
him to be clothed different from other children of to and serve for the trigonometrical measurement.
country, and accustomed him to climb the rules A plough has been invented for tilling rough land,
rocks, nourished him with brown bread, beet, beer; called the rid-plough. It is so constructed that it pre- A new mineral earth has been lately found in Corsica, and ale, and often made him walk out with vents the plough from getting choked up before and be thought to be impregnated with particles of gold. By and feet bared, even in the severest seasons. hind the coulter and in the point of the irons with warped chemical operation, vases have been made of it for table by being thus early inured to bardships, was grasses or weeds, fresh sea-ware, straw-yard dung, or services; and it is found to vie in colour and lustre with to go into the army at an age that few oto even rough stubble in wet weather, and will go as clear the finest vermillion. The name of Corsicarum has quit the nursery. Before he was sixteen be through a field of full-grown grain as on a smooth lea, been given to it; it has the property of not discolouring / battle of the Hugonots, when he betraya and nothing will stop it save stocks and stones.-Ayrwhite stuffs, which is not always the case with gold the impatience to be in the midst of the 201!. Advertiser. | most purified and refined.
| nalize bimself; but he was only permitted to De ,
rdships, was enabled
he was at 1 hen he betrayed the atmost st of the action, and to sig