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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11210 ***
+
+THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
+
+VOL. XII, No. 338.] SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1828. [PRICE 2d.
+
+
+
+
+Nelson's Monument, at Liverpool.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+In No. 270 of the MIRROR, you favoured us with a correct engraving of
+the Town Hall, Liverpool, and informed us of a trophied monument erected
+to the memory of Nelson in the Liverpool Exchange Buildings. Of the
+latter I am happy to be able to present you with the above view.
+
+The monument, executed in bronze by Richard Westmacott, Esq. R.A.
+is erected in the area of the Liverpool Exchange Buildings, and was
+completed in October, 1823. The subscription amounted to about 9,000l.
+The weight of the bronze of which it is composed is estimated at upwards
+of 22 tons. The figures are in the proportion of seven feet.
+
+On a basis of Westmoreland marble stands a circular pedestal of the same
+material, and peculiarly suitable in colour to the group which it
+supports. At the base of the pedestal are four emblematic figures, in
+the character of captives, or vanquished enemies, in allusion to Lord
+Nelson's victories. The spaces between these figures, on the sides of
+the pedestal, are filled by four grand bas-reliefs, executed in bronze,
+representing some of the great naval actions in which Nelson was
+engaged. The other parts of the pedestal are richly decorated with
+lions' heads and festoons of laurel; and in a moulding round the upper
+part of it is inscribed, in brass letters, pursuant to the resolution
+of the general meeting, that most impressive charge delivered by the
+illustrious commander previous to the commencement of the battle of
+Trafalgar, "ENGLAND EXPECTS EVERY MAN TO DO HIS DUTY."
+
+The figures constituting the principal design are Nelson, Victory, and
+Death: his Country mourning for her loss, and her Navy, eager to avenge
+it,--naturally claim a place in the group.
+
+The principal figure is the Admiral, resting one foot on a conquered
+enemy, and the other on a cannon. With an eye stedfast and upraised to
+Victory, he is receiving from her a fourth naval crown upon his sword,
+which, to indicate the loss of his right arm, is held in his left hand.
+The maimed limb is concealed by the enemy's flag, which Victory is
+lowering to him. Under the folds of the flag Death lies in ambush for
+his victim, intimating, that Nelson received the reward of his valour
+and the stroke of death at the same moment.
+
+By the figure of an exasperated British seaman is represented the zeal
+of the navy to wreak vengeance on the enemies who robbed England of her
+gallant leader.
+
+Britannia, with laurels in her hand, and leaning regardless of them on
+her spear and shield, describes the feelings of the country fluctuating
+between the pride and the anguish of triumph so dearly purchased, but
+relying for security on her own resources.
+
+_Hoxton_. T. WARD.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TAKING OF CONSTANTINOPLE BY THE TURKS.[1]
+
+[1] From the time of Alcibiades to the reign of Mahommed II.,
+Constantinople has undergone twenty-four sieges.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+Mahomet II., soon after he mounted the Turkish throne, resolved to
+achieve some glorious action, that he might surpass the fame of his
+predecessors; and nothing appeared so compatible with his ambition as
+the gaining of Constantinople, and the total subversion of the Greek
+empire, which at that period was in a very precarious condition. The
+sultan, therefore, made vast preparations, which the Greek emperor,
+Constantine VIII., perceiving, he solicited the aid of several Christian
+princes, especially of Pope Nicholas V. and the king of Naples; but they
+_all_, in a most unaccountable manner, excused themselves. Being thus
+disappointed, the emperor laid an embargo on all vessels within his
+ports, so that he added about three thousand veterans of different
+nations to the garrison of his imperial city, which before consisted
+of only six thousand Greeks.
+
+In the spring of 1453, Mahomet set forward, with an army of three
+hundred thousand men, for Constantinople, which city, on the ninth day
+of April, was closely invested by land. The Turkish galleys would have
+done the same by sea, had not the emperor been extremely vigilant, for
+he caused the haven to be strongly chained from Constantinople to Pera,
+having within the chain his whole strength of shipping. The Turks, on
+the land side, erected towers, cast up trenches, and raised batteries;
+from these works they carried on their attacks with great fury, and made
+several breaches, which, however, the besieged repaired with much
+industry, at the same time repulsing their enemies with artillery. This
+unexpected bravery greatly enraged Mahomet, who loudly exclaimed, "It is
+neither the Grecians' skill nor courage, but the Franks, that defend the
+city." Affairs stood thus, when a renegado Christian informed the sultan
+how he might bring part of his fleet over land to the very haven of
+Constantinople. Mahomet, who began to despair of taking the city,
+determined to put the project of the renegado into execution; and he
+therefore committed the charge of it to a famous bassa, who, with
+wonderful labour, brought seventy vessels out of the Bosphorus, up a
+steep hill, the space of eight miles, to the haven of the city. The
+Turks, being thus miraculously possessed of the haven, assaulted the
+city also on that side; but their whole fleet was shamefully routed,
+and ten thousand of their men were killed. Yet this loss, instead
+of depressing their spirits, increased their courage, and on the
+twenty-ninth of May, early in the morning, they approached the walls
+with greater violence than ever; but so undaunted was the resolution
+of the Christians, that they repulsed their assailants with prodigious
+slaughter for a considerable time.
+
+Constantine, however, who had undertaken the charge of one of the city
+gates, unhappily received a wound in the arm; and, being obliged to
+retire from the scene of action, his soldiers were discouraged, forsook
+their stations, and fled after him, notwithstanding his earnest prayers
+to the contrary. In their flight, they crowded so thickly together,
+that, while endeavouring to enter a passage, above eight hundred of them
+were pressed to death. The ill-fated emperor likewise perished. It is
+needless to describe what quickly ensued--the infidels became masters of
+the fine city of Constantinople, whose inhabitants were all,--except
+those who were reserved for lust,--put to the sword, and the plunder,
+pursuant to a promise made previously by the sultan, was given up to the
+Turkish soldiers for three days together.
+
+G.W.N.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+GAME OF CHESS.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+Perceiving in No. 321 of the MIRROR a brief history of the game of
+chess, perhaps the following anecdote will not be found unacceptable
+to your readers:--When the game of chess was first invented, the emperor
+of China sent for the inventor, and desired him to teach it him. The
+emperor was so delighted with the game, that he told the inventor
+whatever he should demand should be given him as a remuneration for his
+discovery. To which he replied, that if his majesty would but give him a
+grain of corn for the first square of the chess-board, and keep doubling
+it every check until he arrived at the end, he would be satisfied. At
+first the emperor was astonished at what he thought the man's modesty,
+and instantly ordered his request to be granted.
+
+The following is the sum total of the number of grains of corn, and also
+the number of times they would reach round the world, which is 360
+degrees, each degree being 69-1/2 miles:--
+
+18446743573783086315 grains.
+
+3883401821 times round the world.
+
+I perfectly agree with your correspondent that China has the preference
+of invention.
+
+G.H.C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH'S VIRGINAL.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+On reading No. 336 of the MIRROR, I saw an account of an ancient musical
+instrument, _the virginal_, stating it to have been an instrument much
+in use in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. That such was the case there can
+be no doubt, for the musical world can still furnish many compositions,
+written expressly for Queen Elizabeth, her majesty being considered a
+very good performer on the virginal. But it is not generally known that
+the very identical instrument, the favourite property of that queen,
+is still in the possession of a Mr. Jonah Child, artist, of Dudley,
+Worcestershire. It is a very fine-toned old instrument, considering the
+many improvements which have been made since that date, and if put in
+good repair, (which might easily be done, it being quite playable in its
+present state,) it would not disgrace the name of a Kirkman, or of any
+of our latest and best harpsichord makers; indeed, it is very far
+superior to any other instrument of the kind I ever heard. The case is
+good, particularly in the inside, which is of exquisite workmanship, and
+beautifully ornamented with (as far as I recollect) gilt scroll work; on
+the keys has been bestowed a great deal of labour and curious taste.
+Each of the sharps, or short keys, is composed of a number (perhaps
+thirty) of bits of pearl, &c., well wrought together. On the whole it
+is an object well worthy of the attention of the antiquarian and the
+musician.
+
+Although a stranger to Mr. Jonah Child, I feel great pleasure, while
+speaking on the subject, in acknowledging the very courteous reception
+I once met with, on calling at that gentleman's house to see the above
+curiosity.
+
+_Hampstead Road_. S.A.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+FIRE TOWERS.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+I perceive by a paper in your interesting little work, that the round
+towers so common in Scotland and Ireland, have afforded the antiquaries
+much room for the display of their erudition, in ascertaining the
+purposes for which these towers have been erected.
+
+Now, if any of these worthy and learned gentlemen were to take a trip to
+Sutherlandshire, in Scotland, they would see the _exact purpose_ for
+which these buildings were erected; it was merely for the purpose of
+hanging the church bell in, as stated by your correspondent, in No. 335,
+of the MIRROR; for there stands at present in the parish of Clyne, near
+Dunrobin, the seat of the most noble the Marquess of Stafford, one of
+the said towers with the church bell hung in it to this day, unless
+removed since last October, the time at which I was there. It stands on
+the top of an eminence, a short distance (about fifty yards) to the west
+of the parish church, and is about twenty-five feet high.
+
+A. GAEL.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+A SUMMER SCENE, BY CLAUDE.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+  How proudly those hush'd towers receive the glow
+  That mellows the gold sunset--and the trees,
+  Clasping with their deep belt the festal hills,
+  Are ting'd with summer-beauty; the rich waves
+  Swell out their hymn o'er shells and sweet blue flow'rs,
+  And haply the pure seamaid, wandering by,
+  Dips in them her soft tresses. The calm sea,
+  Floating in its magnificence, is seen
+  Like an elysian isle, whose sapphire depths
+  Entranc'd the Arabian poets! In the west,
+  The clouds blend their harmonious pageantry
+  With the descending sun-orb; some appear
+  Like Jove's immortal bird, whose eyes contain'd
+  An essence of its sanctity--and some
+  Seem like proud temples, form'd but to admit
+  The souls of god-like men! Emerald and gold
+  And pink, that softens down the aerial bow,
+  Are interspersed promiscuously, and form
+  A concentration of all lovely things!
+  And far off cities, glittering with the pomp
+  Of spire and pennon, laugh their joyance up
+  In the deep flood of light. Sweet comes the tone
+  Of the touch'd lute from yonder orange bow'rs,
+  And the shrill cymbal pours its elfin spell
+  Into the peasant's being!
+                            A sublime
+  And fervid mind was _his_, whose pencil trac'd
+  The grandeur of this scene! Oh! matchless Claude!
+  Around the painter's mastery thou hast thrown
+  An halo of surpassing loveliness!
+  Gazing on thy proud works, we mourn the curse
+  Which 'reft our race of Eden, for from thee,
+  As from a seraph's wing, we catch the hues
+  That sunn'd our primal heritage ere sin
+  Weav'd her dark oracles. With thee, sweet Claude!
+  _Thee!_ and blind Maeonides would I dwell
+  By streams that gush out richness; there should be
+  Tones that entrance, and forms more exquisite
+  Than throng the sculptor's visions! I would dream
+  Of gorgeous palaces, in whose lit halls
+  Repos'd the reverend magi, and my lips
+  Would pour their spiritual commune 'mid the hush
+  Of those enchanting groves!
+
+_Deal_.
+
+REGINALD AUGUSTINE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+THE NOVELIST
+
+A LEGEND OF THE HARTZ.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+  "Still the boar held on his way
+  Careless through what toils it lay,
+  Down deep in the tangled dell--
+  Or o'er the steep rock's pinnacle.
+  Staunch the steed, and bold the knight
+  That would follow such a flight!"
+
+
+The night was fast closing in, and the last retiring beams of the sun
+shed a mournful light over an extensive tract of forest bordering upon
+the district of the Hartz, just as (but I must not forget the date,
+somewhere about the year 1547,) the Baron Rudolf found himself in the
+very disagreeable predicament of having totally lost his companions and
+his way, amidst an almost interminable region of forest and brushwood.
+"Hans," addressing himself to his noble steed, "my old veteran, I must
+trust to thee, since thy master's wit is at a stand, to extricate us
+from this dilemma."
+
+The animal finding his head free, moved forward as fast as bush and
+brake would permit him. They had proceeded in this way for half an hour
+longer, when the Baron at last bethought himself of his bugle, and wound
+a long and powerful blast; but the echo was the only answer he received.
+He repeated the sound with the like effect. Again the Baron lost his
+patience, and "Der terefel--" when all at once his steed made a dead
+stop, and pricked up his ears as at some well known sound. The Baron
+listened attentively, and distinctly heard the blast he had sounded ten
+minutes before, responded by one so exactly similar, though apparently
+at a great distance, that he could scarcely believe the "evidence" of
+his ears. "By the mass but that must be the work of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger himself, for no one in my own broad barony can wind that
+blast save Rudolf Wurtzheim." He shrunk within himself at the very
+thought; for to any one it was rather appalling to meet this being at
+such a place and hour. The recollection of an adventure in these wilds
+which occurred on this very eve, twelve-months previous, now rushed
+vividly to his mind. The concurrence in the date was startling. In
+short, on reflection, he began to think there was witchcraft throughout
+the affair.
+
+He had lost his companions of the chase in rather a singular manner; on
+this afternoon, being unusually unsuccessful, the Baron, while hunting
+a brace of favourite stag-hounds in a dell apart from the rest of the
+field, suddenly struck upon a boar of remarkable size; attracted by the
+cries of the dogs, the Baron spurred Hans to the pursuit, and did not
+reflect that he was pursuing a route apart from the other hunters; and
+trusting to his knowledge of the wilds he so often traversed, he bore
+on with undiminished speed. The boar seemed to have a pair of wings in
+addition to his legs. Suffice it to say, that though Hans chased him in
+gallant style, yet the Baron eventually lost his way in the pursuit,
+partly owing to the doubling of the animal, till both dogs and boar
+completely disappeared from sight.
+
+Entangled in the forest, the evening rapidly approached, a general hush
+prevailed, and all endeavours to recover his track seemed fruitless.
+
+The sun had now gone down for a considerable time, and a mist was
+arising that obscured the little light which the luminary of night
+afforded.
+
+"Mein Gott," exclaimed the Baron, "mortal or devil, he has involved me
+in a very disagreeable predicament, and to avoid him is, I fear,
+impossible." He once more sounded a long blast; again the blast was
+re-echoed after a short lapse of time, though seemingly at an extreme
+distance. "Ah, there it comes again! what if my ears should deceive me,
+and this should be the answering bugle of my faithful Wildstein." The
+thought infused some fresh vigour into him; the low night wind murmuring
+through the trees, reminded him of the importance of every moment, Hans
+and his master pushed onwards through brake and dell.
+
+It will be necessary, however, that we should leave the Baron for
+awhile, and detail some occurrences germane to our tale, and which are
+necessary for its developement. And now as Mark Antony says, "Lend me
+your ear."
+
+Some years before the preceding events took place, there dwelt in a spot
+of the most romantic description, a personage known by the designation
+of Mynheer von Heidelberger. No one had either heard or could recollect
+when or whence he came. Strange rumours were afloat respecting this
+person, and the peasantry crossed themselves with fright if they were
+led near the spot where his dwelling was said to be; and if his name
+was casually mentioned in the circle round the winter's hearth, all
+involuntarily drew their seats into a closer space. Impelled by
+adventurous curiosity, many individuals were said to have visited him,
+for the purpose of obtaining some insight into futurity; for his
+knowledge of the future, and the "things that none may name," was
+reputed to be great. It was also rumoured that some of his visitants
+had never returned.
+
+About this time, by the sudden death of her father, the Baron Ernest,
+who was killed, it was believed, by a fall from his horse while hunting,
+Agatha von Keilermann was left sole and undisputed heiress of his vast
+domains. A prize so great, united to a fair person, caused many suitors
+to be on the alert; but they all met with ill success, being generally
+dismissed rather summarily.
+
+Ambition was always the ruling passion of Rudolf Wurtzheim, whose
+domains adjoined those of the Baron Ernest, and before the death of
+the latter it had also been allied to jealousy of his great power and
+wealth. Not daunted by the ill success of his predecessors, he became a
+suitor of the fair Agatha. He met with a summary repulse. Burning with
+rage and mortified ambition, the Baron bethought himself of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger, of whose fame he had sometimes heard.
+
+At the close of a day far advanced in autumn, he set off to visit this
+being. The howling of the wind as it came in fitful gusts through the
+openings of the forest, formed no bad accompaniment to his thoughts;
+while the indistinct twilight received little aid from the moon, which
+waded through heavy masses of clouds. The Baron, however, was a man of
+daring spirit. He had often been led past the spot, whilst engaged in
+the chase, near which the _solitaire_ was said to dwell:--
+
+  "Vague mystery hangs on all these desert places!
+    The fear which hath no name hath wrought a spell,
+  Strength, courage, wrath, have been, and left no traces!
+    They came--and fled; but whither? who can tell!"
+
+He several times, on account of the uncertain light, lost his track.
+At length he emerged into the rocky scenery of the mountain side, and
+an indistinct light in the distance served to guide his steps. He now
+entered between two rocks of great height; till a magnificent waterfall
+almost blocked up the way. The Baron stepped cautiously forward,
+and after apparently passing through a cavern, the scene opened and
+displayed (for, to his surprise, the light was greatly increased,)
+a wild view, in which nature had piled rock, cavern, and mountain
+together, till the whole seemed lost and blended in one general chaos.
+At the foot, and a short distance before him, were seen a number of
+persons of venerable aspect, grouped on the turf around the vast
+amphitheatre of rocks, and a noise as of many hammers, greeted his
+ears. Attracted onwards by the now distinct glittering light, the Baron
+proceeded boldly to the mouth of what seemed a natural grotto. He loudly
+demanded admittance, the entrance being blocked up with a large stone.
+He was at first answered by a scornful laugh; indeed, as he afterwards
+found, he had entered by the wrong path, and observed a scene, perhaps,
+never displayed to mortal eyes. The stone was at last removed, and in
+the interior he found the object of his search:--
+
+                    He, like the tenant
+  Of some night haunted ruin, bore an aspect
+  Of horrors, worn to habitude.
+
+What passed will appear in the sequel, and the Baron returned just at
+nightfall; while his ghastly demeanour and unquiet eye betokened the
+nature of his visit. It is said many a wild and unearthly peal of
+laughter resounded that night through the mountains.
+
+In three months from that time the lady Agatha became his wife. She had
+suddenly disappeared from her grounds a short time before, and to the
+amazement and wonder of all, returned with the Baron Wurtzheim, to whom
+she was united the same evening. Rumour was busy upon this occasion, but
+the mystery which enveloped it was never dispersed. The lady Agatha,
+however, seemed oppressed with a ceaseless gloom; in a short time she
+devoted herself entirely to seclusion, and in a year after her marriage,
+expired in giving birth to a son. The demeanour of Rudolf was most
+strange on this occasion. He had apparently a weight on his mind, which
+seemed to increase with dissipation, when he devoted his time to hunting
+and nightly revels, with a band of choice friends and dependents. Time,
+however, which blunts the edge of the keenest misfortunes, seemed to
+restore him to his former self.
+
+Years passed away. Some time before the commencement of this legend, the
+Baron lost his path whilst hunting, and was benighted in the forest.
+After much fatigue, he was attracted by a light amongst trees which he
+found to proceed from a low building. It was in a state of extreme
+dilapidation, though a sort of wing appeared to have been recently
+tenanted. His knocks for admittance not having been answered, he lifted
+up the latch and boldly entered. Nothing greeted his sight save the
+almost extinguished remains of a fire. The apartment was lone and
+destitute of furniture. Having bestowed Hans as well as he could,
+he laid himself on the floor; while he felt an extreme chillness of
+spirits, which he endeavoured in vain to shake off; he was soon buried
+in sleep.
+
+He was awakened by a noise resembling the strokes of many hammers.
+He conceived his senses must be wandering, for he found that he was
+at the entrance of the amphitheatre of rocks near the dwelling of the
+_solitaire_. The same group of figures appeared, and it was not long
+before a voice, which he knew to be that of Heidelberger, slowly
+repeated the following chant:--
+
+  Woe to him who dares intrude
+  Upon our midnight solitude!
+  Woe to him whose faith is broken--
+  Better he had never spoken.
+  'Ere twelve moons shall pass away,
+  Thou wilt he beneath our sway.
+  Drear the doom, and dark the fate
+  Of him who rashly dares our hate!
+
+  Deceive me once, I tell thee never
+  Shall thy soul and body sever!
+  Under the greenwood wilt thou lie,
+  Nor shall thou there unheeded die.
+  Mortal, thou my vengeance brave,
+  Thou had'st better seen thy grave.
+  Drear the doom, and dark the fate
+  Of him who rashly dares our hate!
+
+Meanwhile the Baron had sunk into a state of insensibility. When he
+awoke from his trance it was broad daylight, and the birds were singing
+merrily around the ruin.
+
+After this adventure, the Baron resumed many of his old habits; and
+sought by deeper dissipation to dispel the visions of the past. His son
+was now grown up a sickly youth, and his father's inquietude about him
+was so great that he would not suffer him for a moment to be out of the
+sight of his attendants.
+
+The year rolled on without any harm befalling the Baron, and his
+spirits lightened as the time advanced. He had almost forgotten the
+circumstance, when on the day preceding that of the anniversary of the
+adventure just related, a grand hunting party was proposed, it being the
+birth-day of his son. We now return to the situation in which we left
+the Baron at the beginning of this legend.
+
+The forest seemed to the exhausted Rudolf, almost interminable, and
+this provoking horn perplexed him sadly. On this night the dreaded
+twelve-months expired. The bare thought made him redouble his speed.
+The darkness seemed increasing, and the flapping of the bats and hoarse
+croaking of the night birds, disturbed by his progress through the
+branches, did not add to his comfort; when to his great joy, he felt a
+strong current of air, and found that he had at last apparently emerged
+from the thickest of the forest. The moon was now beginning to cast her
+"peerless light" over the scene, and Rudolf perceived he was in an
+extensive amphitheatre or opening of the trees, which he could not
+recollect ever having seen before, bounded at a short distance by what
+seemed a small lake, near the centre of which grew a large and solitary
+pine.
+
+The moon had now fully risen. Hans who had been flagging for some time,
+fell suddenly lame. From this fresh misfortune the Baron was aroused by
+the well known baying of his gallant stag-hounds. "Aiglette and Caspar
+are not baying after nothing," thought he. He was not long in suspense.
+To his extreme amazement, the identical boar which had caused all his
+trouble and fatigue, appeared closely followed by both the dogs.
+
+"Donner et blitzen," exclaimed the Baron, using the first oath that came
+uppermost, "but this exceeds belief." The boar no sooner perceived
+him than he turned upon him with the utmost fury. The Baron hastily
+dismounted under the aged tree, though he was stiff and fatigued, for
+Hans was now utterly incapable of exertion. His sword quickly glanced in
+the moonshine--"Time was" said he, "when this had been the very pastime
+I desired." The murderous animal attacked him with such impetuosity that
+his well-tried skill failed him, and he was the next moment thrown under
+its feet. The struggle now became desperate, for the animal had no
+common foe to contend with. Before it could wound him with its tusks,
+which seemed of unusual size, it required not an instant's thought in
+Rudolf to draw his dagger from his belt, and the next instant it was
+buried to its hilt in the throat of his adversary. At the same moment
+the tusks of the boar entered his side. Rudolf breathed a few words of
+an almost forgotten prayer, when the animal, uttering a dreadful yell,
+gave a convulsive spring into the air, and fell lifeless, half
+smothering the Baron with its gore.
+
+Life was now fast ebbing from the side of Rudolf, when he was aroused by
+the sound of a voice, whose tones even at this dreadful moment thrilled
+through his soul with horror. Enveloped in a thick fog which had been
+gradually spreading around the scene of the combat, he could discern the
+fiend Heidelberger and his charmed circle; with an air of triumph they
+chanted the following lines:--
+
+  Mortal vain, thy course is run,
+  Thou hast seen thy setting sun--
+  Told I not true when I saw thee last,
+  That 'ere the circling year had passed,
+  Under the greenwood thou should'st be dying,
+  On the bloody greensward lying!
+
+  Deceived once, I tell thee never
+  Shall my victim from me sever--
+  Thou hast dared to brave our hate,
+  Rashly run upon thy fate!
+  Thou art on the greensward dying,
+  Underneath the greenwood lying!
+
+The hounds bayed. The moon entered a dark cloud; and, when it emerged,
+its pale beams fell upon the green amphitheatre and the aged tree; but
+there was no one under its shade.
+
+The following tradition is still related amongst the surrounding
+peasantry:--The Baron Rudolf, it is said, was enticed to sign over the
+bodies and souls of his future offspring to the fiend, Heidelberger, on
+condition that the latter would enable him to gain the person and
+possessions of the Lady Agatha. The contract, however, was obliged to be
+renewed at the birth of each child. Should he violate this convocation
+(which he signed with his own blood,) he granted similar power over
+himself; and the legend goes on to relate, that the whole of the members
+of the charmed circle were persons similarly enticed, who were doomed to
+a sort of perpetual labour, being compelled to chisel out their coffins
+in stone, which as soon as finished, were broken in pieces, when they
+were obliged to begin afresh.
+
+The consequence of the Baron's non-fulfilment of his convocation have
+already been seen; his son is related to have died childless, and the
+property to have been dispersed into the hands of others, having never
+remained since his death more than two generations in one family;
+apparently blighting all its possessors. And the peasantry aver that the
+noise made by the continual labour of its victims, may still be heard by
+the adventurous at the close of day.
+
+VYVYAN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_On Planting Poor Light Land_.
+
+
+Besides paring and burning, and trenching the soil previous to making
+the plantation, Mr. Withers, (who received the large silver medal from
+the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, &c. London, for experiments
+conducted on the subject in Norfolk,) spreads on it marl and farmyard
+dung, as for a common agricultural crop, and at the same time keeps the
+surface perfectly free from weeds by hoeing till the young trees have
+completely covered the ground. The progress that they make under this
+treatment is so extremely rapid, as apparently to justify, in _an
+economical point of view_, the extraordinary expenses that attend it. In
+three years, even oaks and other usually slow growing forest trees have
+covered the land, making shoots by three feet in a season, and throwing
+out roots well qualified, by their number and length, to derive from the
+subsoil abundant nourishment, in proportion as the surface becomes
+exhausted.--_Trans. Soc. Arts_.
+
+_The Air Plant_.
+
+Prince Leopold has succeeded in bringing to perfection that
+extraordinary exotic, the air plant. It is suspended from the ceiling,
+and derives its nourishment entirely from the atmosphere.
+
+_Potato Flour_.
+
+The farina, or meal, obtained from potatoes is now regularly sold in the
+markets of Scotland. It is _stated_ to be quite equal to genuine arrow
+root; but this is quite a mistake, unless the nutritious properties of
+arrow root have been overrated. Sir John Sinclair has devoted much of
+his time to the preparation of the flour; but as we gave his process
+many weeks since, it is not necessary to repeat it here.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Kynaston's Cave.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+We are indebted to the portfolio of an interesting lady correspondent
+for the original of the above engraving. The ingenious draughtswoman
+states the drawing to have been taken during a recent tour; and our
+readers will allow it to be _fair sketch_. By way of rendering it
+unique, we append the following description from the same fair hand:--
+
+From Shrewsbury to the Ness Cliff, (on the road to Ceriogg Bridge,)
+there is in the scenery little worthy of remark, until we approach
+the latter place, when the cliff on the right hand, and the Brathyn
+mountains (Montgomeryshire) on the left of the traveller, produce a
+very picturesque effect; and the post-house of Ness Cliff commands an
+extensive and lovely view of mountainous and champagne country. At this
+place we were invited to see a curious cave cut in the rock, which was,
+in the sixteenth century, the residence of one Humphrey Kynaston, a
+notorious bandit. This, however, was not his own work, since Ness Cliff,
+having been worked as a quarry, the cave, either by accident or design,
+was wrought by the labourers, and used by them as _salle à manger_,
+dormitory, or tool-house, according to circumstances. We proceeded to it
+by a broad rising walk of red sand, delightfully wooded, and presenting
+an enchanting view of the Brathyn and Wrekin, as well as the country for
+some miles round. At the end of this walk is a gate, which opens into a
+small grove; proceeding a little into which, we saw the cave in the high
+red cliff immediately before us. We ascended by a considerable flight of
+narrow and rugged steps cut from the solid rock: the interior of this
+curious place is as black as a coal-mine, and a partition, more than
+half the way across, divides the part where Kynaston used to reside
+by day from that in which he slept and _kept his horse_, for he had
+actually the ingenuity to make the animal ascend and descend the stairs
+above-mentioned. The robber's initials, and the date of the year in
+which we may suppose he cut them, appear on the partition just opposite
+the entrance. The romance of the place was not a little augmented by the
+appearance of its inhabitant, (a blacksmith,) whose tall, thin figure,
+and whose pale, wild, and haggard countenance, well accorded with the
+singularity of his abode. He read for our amusement and _instruction_,
+I conceive, a few choice passages from a well-thumbed penny pamphlet,
+purporting to contain the veritable history of the adventurous Kynaston;
+from whence it appeared that Master Humphrey was a gentleman, like "that
+prince of thieves," Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the
+poor, avenging the innocent, and chivalrous where ladies, or the lure of
+plunder, called forth his prowess; that his depredations were numerous,
+even in the face of day, and in the teeth of his enemies; and yet that
+those who admired and sided with him were for a considerable period the
+terror of the whole legal force who were on the alert to seize him. This
+interesting memoir was recited by the son of Vulcan, with an enthusiasm
+and delectable pronunciation, that could only be appreciated by hearing
+it, and was altogether inimitable. Strange! thought I, that this cave,
+once the residence of a robber, should now have become that of a
+_forger_.
+
+M.L.B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+The Selector;
+
+and
+
+Literary Notices of
+
+_New Works_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+RIENZI.
+
+
+In No. 335, we gave the outline of the story of Rienzi, principally from
+Gibbon, but interspersed from other authorities. Miss Mitford's tragedy
+has since been represented with considerable success, and published.
+In the preface, we are told, that in addition to the splendid narrative
+of Gibbon, recourse has been had to "the still more graphical and
+interesting account of Rienzi's eventful career," contained in _L'Abbé
+de Sade's_ Memoirs of Petrarque; and that, "as far as the female
+characters are concerned," the materials are entirely from invention.
+All this may appear well enough for the construction of the drama,
+and the female characters are drawn with peculiar grace and feeling;
+but we do not see why the character of Rienzi should be so essentially
+altered from history as it has been; neither do we think that any
+desirable effect has been gained by this change. In history, Rienzi is a
+master-spirit of reckless and atrocious daring, but in the drama, he is
+softened down to a fickle liberty brawler, and the sternest of his vices
+are glossed over with an almost inconsistent show of affection and
+tenderness. As he there stands, he is rather like an injured man, than
+one who so liberally dealt oppression and injustice around him.
+
+Miss Mitford's tragedy will, however, be read with considerable interest
+in the closet, and fully to appreciate its beauties, every one who has
+witnessed it, ought to read it; for many of its "delicate touches" must
+be lost in the immense area of Drury Lane Theatre.[2] The plot is
+simple, and is effectively told; but as the newspapers, daily and
+weekly, have already detailed it, we shall confine ourselves to a few
+passages, which, in our reading, appeared to us among the many beauties
+of the drama.
+
+[2] Indisposition has as yet prevented our witnessing the representation
+of _Rienzi_; but we have been told by our play-going friends that every
+scene is listened to with marked attention, and that many passages are
+judiciously applauded. We are glad to hear this, because it is strong
+encouragement for other dramatists, and leads us to hope that
+tragedy-writing may still be revived among us, and that with greater
+success than has attended many recent efforts.
+
+
+PROGRESS OF RIENZI'S DISAFFECTION.
+
+
+  _Claudia_. He is changed,
+  Grievously changed; still good and kind, and full
+  Of fond relentings--crossed by sudden gusts
+  Of wild and stormy passion. Then, he's so silent--
+  He once so eloquent. Of old, each show,
+  Bridal, or joust, or pious pilgrimage,
+  Lived in his vivid speech. Oh! 'twas my joy,
+  In that bright glow of rapid words, to see
+  Clear pictures, as the slow procession coiled
+  Its glittering length, or stately tournament
+  Grew statelier, in his voice. Now he sits mute--
+  His serious eyes bent on the ground--each sense
+  Turned inward.
+
+  _Rienzi_. Claudia, in these bad days,
+  When man must tread perforce the flinty path
+  Of duty, hard and rugged, fail not thou
+  Duly at night and morning to give thanks
+  To the all-gracious power that smoothed the way
+  For woman's tenderer feet.
+
+  _Colonna_. He hath turned
+  A bitter knave of late, and lost his mirth,
+  And mutters riddling warnings and wild tales
+  Of the great days of heathen Rome; and prates
+  Of peace, and liberty, and equal law,
+  And mild philosophy, to us the knights
+  And warriors of this warlike age, who rule
+  By the bright law of arms. The fool's grown wise--
+  A grievous change.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Hatred--
+  And danger--the two hands that tightest grasp
+  Each other--the two cords that soonest knit
+  A fast and stubborn tie: your true love-knot
+  Is nothing to it. Faugh! the supple touch
+  Of pliant interest, or the dust of time,
+  Or the pin-point of temper, loose, or not,
+  Or snap love's silken band. Fear and old hate,
+  They are sure weavers--they work for the storm,
+  The whirlwind, and the rocking surge; their knot
+  Endures till death.
+
+
+RIENZI'S TRIUMPH.
+
+
+  Hark--the bell, the bell!
+  The knell of tyranny--the mighty voice,
+  That, to the city and the plain--to earth,
+  And listening heaven, proclaims the glorious tale
+  Of Rome reborn, and Freedom. See, the clouds
+  Are swept away, and the moon's boat of light
+  Sails in the clear blue sky, and million stars
+  Look out on us, and smile.
+
+[_The gate of the Capitol opens, and Alberti and Soldiers join the
+People, and lay the keys at Rienzi's feet_.]
+
+  Hark! that great voice
+  Hath broke our bondage. Look, without a stroke
+  The Capitol is won--the gates unfold--
+  The keys are at our feet. Alberti, friend,
+  How shall I pay thy service? Citizens!
+  First to possess the palace citadel--
+  The famous strength of Rome; then to sweep on,
+  Triumphant, through her streets.
+
+[_As Rienzi and the People are entering the Capitol, he pauses_.]
+
+  Oh, glorious wreck
+  Of gods and Caesars! thou shalt reign again,
+  Queen of the world; and I--come on, come on,
+  My people!
+
+  _Citizens_. Live Rienzi--live our Tribune!
+
+
+CLAUDIA'S LAMENT FOR HER HUMBLE HOME.
+
+
+  Mine own dear home!
+  Father, I love not this new state; these halls,
+  Where comfort dies in vastness; these trim maids,
+  Whose service wearies me. Oh! mine old home!
+  My quiet, pleasant chamber, with the myrtle
+  Woven round the casement; and the cedar by,
+  Shading the sun; my garden overgrown
+  With flowers and herbs, thick-set as grass in fields;
+  My pretty snow-white doves: my kindest nurse;
+  And old Camillo!--Oh! mine own dear home!
+
+
+AMBITION.
+
+
+  Alas! alas!
+  I tremble at the height, Whene'er I think
+  Of the hot barons, of the fickle people,
+  And the inconstancy of power, I tremble
+  For thee, dear father.
+
+
+RIENZI'S WRONGS.
+
+
+_One of the Ursini is condemned to death--his brother intercedes_.
+
+  _Rie_. And darest talk thou to me of brothers? Thou,
+  Whose groom--wouldst have me break my own just laws,
+  To save thy brother? thine! Hast thou forgotten
+  When that most beautiful and blameless boy,
+  The prettiest piece of innocence that ever
+  Breath'd in this sinful world, lay at thy feet,
+  Slain by thy pampered minion, and I knelt
+  Before thee for redress, whilst thou--didst never
+  Hear talk of retribution? This is justice,
+  Pure justice, not revenge!--Mark well, my lords,
+  Pure, equal justice. Martin Ursini
+  Had open trial, is guilty, is condemned,
+  And he shall die!
+
+  _Colonna_. Yet listen to us--
+
+  _Rie_. Lords,
+  If ye could range before me all the peers,
+  Prelates, and potentates of Christendom,--
+  The holy pontiff kneeling at my knee,
+  And emperors crouching at my feet, to sue
+  For this great robber, still I should be blind
+  As justice. But this very day a wife,
+  One infant hanging at her breast, and two,
+  Scarce bigger, first-born twins of misery,
+  Clinging to the poor rags that scarcely hid
+  Her squalid form, grasped at my bridle-rein
+  To beg her husband's life; condemned to die
+  For some vile, petty theft, some paltry scudi:
+  And, whilst the fiery war-horse chaf'd and sear'd,
+  Shaking his crest, and plunging to get free,
+  There, midst the dangerous coil, unmov'd, she stood,
+  Pleading in piercing words, the very cry
+  Of nature! And, when I at last said no--
+  For I said no to her--she flung herself
+  And those poor innocent babes between the stones
+  And my hot Arab's hoofs. We sav'd them all--
+  Thank heaven, we sav'd them all! but I said no
+  To that sad woman, midst her shrieks. Ye dare not
+  Ask me for mercy now.
+
+
+THE USURPER.
+
+
+  He bears him like a prince, save that he lacks
+  The port serene of majesty. His mood
+  Is fitful; stately now, and sad; anon,
+  Full of a hurried mirth; courteous awhile,
+  And mild; then bursting, on a sudden, forth,
+  Into sharp, biting taunts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  New power
+  Mounts to the brain like wine. For such disease,
+  Your skilful leech lets blood.
+
+
+RIENZI ON HIS DAUGHTER'S MARRIAGE.
+
+
+  A bridal
+  Is but a gilt and painted funeral
+  To the fond father who hath yielded up
+  His one sweet child. Claudia, thy love, thy duty,
+  Thy very name, is gone. Thou are another's;
+  Thou hast a master now; and I have thrown
+  My precious pearl away. Yet men who give
+  A living daughter to the fickle will
+  Of a capricious bridegroom, laugh--the madmen!
+  Laugh at the jocund bridal feast, and weep
+  When the fair corse is laid in blessed rest,
+  Deep, deep in mother earth. Oh, happier far,
+  So to have lost my child!
+
+
+FICKLE GREATNESS.
+
+
+  Thou art as one
+  Perched on some lofty steeple's dizzy height,
+  Dazzled by the sun, inebriate by long draughts
+  Of thinner air; too giddy to look down
+  Where all his safety lies; too proud to dare
+  The long descent to the low depths from whence
+  The desperate climber rose.
+
+
+RIENZI'S ORIGIN.
+
+
+  There's the sting,--
+  That I, an insect of to-day, outsoar
+  The reverend worm, nobility! Wouldst shame me
+  With my poor parentage!--Sir, I'm the son
+  Of him who kept a sordid hostelry
+  In the Jews' quarter--my good mother cleansed
+  Linen for honest hire.--Canst thou say worse?
+
+  _Ang_. Can worse be said?
+
+  _Rie_. Add, that my boasted schoolcraft
+  Was gained from such base toil, gained with such pain,
+  That the nice nurture of the mind was oft
+  Stolen at the body's cost. I have gone dinnerless
+  And supperless, the scoff of our poor street,
+  For tattered vestments and lean, hungry looks,
+  To pay the pedagogue.--Add what thou wilt
+  Of injury. Say that, grown into man,
+  I've known the pittance of the hospital,
+  And, more degrading still, the patronage
+  Of the Colonna. Of the tallest trees
+  The roots delve deepest. Yes, I've trod thy halls,
+  Scorned and derided midst their ribald crew,
+  A licensed jester, save the cap and bells,
+  I have borne this--and I have borne the death,
+  The unavenged death, of a dear brother.
+  I seemed, I was, a base, ignoble slave.
+  What am I?--Peace, I say!--What am I now?
+  Head of this great republic, chief of Rome--
+  In all but name, her sovereign--last of all,
+  Thy father.
+
+
+CIVIL WAR.
+
+
+  The city's full
+  Of camp-like noises--tramp of steeds, and clash
+  Of mail, and trumpet-blast, and ringing clang
+  Of busy armourers--the grim ban-dog bays--
+  The champing war horse in his stall neighs loud--
+  The vulture shrieks aloft.
+
+
+FEAR.
+
+
+  Terror, not love,
+  Strikes anchor in ignoble souls.
+
+
+THE CAPITOL BELL.[3]
+
+[3] The passage between commas is omitted in the representation, but we
+know not why.
+
+
+  It is the bell that thou so oft hast heard
+  Summoning the band of liberty--"the bell
+  That pealed its loud, triumphant note, and raised
+  Its mighty voice with such a mastery
+  Of glorious power, as if the spirit of sound
+  That dwells in the viewless wind, and walks the waves
+  Of the chafed sea, and rules the thunder-cloud
+  That shrouded him in that small orb, to spread
+  Tidings of freedom to the nations."
+
+
+RIENZI'S FALL.
+
+
+  And for such I left
+  The assured condition of my lowliness,--
+  The laughing days, the peaceful nights, the joys
+  Of a small, quiet home--for such I risked
+  Thy peace, my daughter. Abject, crouching slaves!
+  False, fickle, treacherous, perjured slaves!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Oh, had I laid
+  All earthly passion, pride, and pomp, and power,
+  And high ambition, and hot lust of rule,
+  Like sacrificial fruits, upon the altar
+  Of Liberty, divinest Liberty!
+  Then--but the dream that filled my soul was vast
+  As his whose mad ambition thinned the ranks
+  Of the Seraphim, and peopled hell. These slaves!
+  These crawling reptiles! May the curse of chains
+  Cling to them for ever.
+
+
+LIBERTY.
+
+
+  For liberty! Go seek
+  Earth's loftiest heights, and ocean's deepest caves;
+  Go where the sea-snake and the eagle dwell,
+  'Midst mighty elements,--where nature is.
+  And man is not, and ye may see afar,
+  Impalpable as a rainbow on the clouds.
+  The glorious vision! Liberty! I dream'd
+  Of such a goddess once--dream'd that yon slaves
+  Were Romans, such as rul'd the world, and I
+  Their tribune--vain and idle dream! Take back
+  The symbol and the power.
+
+
+We can well imagine the effect which Mr. Young gives to some of these
+eloquent passages. They are full of poetical and dramatic fire. Indeed,
+we know of no professor of the histrionic art who could give so accurate
+an embodiment of Rienzi--as Mr. Young, the most chaste and discreet, if
+not the most impassioned, actor on the British stage. Again, we can
+conceive the force of these lines in the manly tones of Mr. Cooper:
+
+  I know no father, save the valiant dead
+  Who lives behind a rampart of his slain
+  In warlike rest. I bend before no king,
+  Save the dread Majesty of heaven, Thy foe,
+  Thy mortal foe, Rienzi.
+
+In reprinting _Rienzi_, we suggest a larger size; we fear people in
+a second row of either circle of boxes, will find the type of the
+present edition too small; besides, they do not want to be checking
+the performers, or to be puzzled with "stage directions."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+THE BOY'S OWN BOOK.
+
+
+The sight of this little book, as thick as, and somewhat broader than,
+a Valpy's Virgil, will make scores of little Lord Lingers think of
+"bygone mirth, that after no repenting draws." It is all over a holiday
+book, stuck as full of wood-cuts as a cake is of currants, and not like
+the widely-thrown fruit of school plum puddings.
+
+To begin with the exterior, which is one of the most ingenious specimens
+of block-printing we have yet seen. The medallion frontispiece contains
+the Publishers' Dedication to "the young of Great Britain," in return
+for which their healths should be drunk at the next breaking-up of every
+school in the empire.
+
+As it professes to be a complete encyclopaedia of the sports and
+pastimes of youth, it contains, 1. Minor Sports, as marbles, tops,
+balls, &c. 2. Athletic Sports. 3. Aquatic Recreations. 4. Birds,
+and other boy fancies. 5. Scientific Recreations. 6. Games of Skill.
+7. The Conjuror; and 8. Miscellaneous Recreations. All these occupy
+460 pages, which, like every sheet of the MIRROR, are as full as an
+egg. The vignettes and tail-pieces are the prettiest things we have
+ever seen, and some are very picturesque.
+
+In our school-days there was no such book as this _Justinian of the
+play-ground_, if we except a thin volume of games published by Tabart.
+Boys then quarrelled upon nice points of play, parties ran high, and
+civil war, birch, and the 119th psalm were the consequences. A disputed
+marble, or a questioned run at cricket, has thus broken up the harmony
+of many a holiday; but we hope that such feuds will now cease; for the
+"Boy's Own Book," will settle all differences as effectually as a police
+magistrate, a grand jury, or the house of lords. Boys will no longer
+sputter and fume like an over-toasted apple; but, even the cares of
+childhood will be smoothed into peace; by which means good humour may
+not be so rare a quality among men. But to complete this philanthropic
+scheme, the publishers of the "_Boy's_ Own Book," intend producing a
+similar volume for _Girls_. This is as it should be, for the _Misses_
+ought to have an equal chance with the _Masters_--at least so say
+we,--_plaudite_, clap your little hands, and _valete_, good bye!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT AND JUVENILE SOUVENIR.
+
+
+The editor, or _editress_, (for we doubt whether the former is epicene,)
+of this elegant little volume is the lady of Mr. Alaric A. Watts, the
+editor of the _Literary Souvenir_. It is expressly designed for the
+perusal of children from six to twelve years old, and is, we think, both
+by its embellishments and literary contents, calculated to attract
+hundreds of juvenile admirers. Indeed, we are surprised that the
+children have been so long without _their_ "Annuals," whilst those of
+"a larger growth" have been supplied in abundance; but, as Sir Walter
+Scott has set the example of writing for masters and misses, we hope
+that our nursery literature will rise in character, and it will not
+henceforth be the business of after-years to correct erroneous ideas
+imbibed from silly books during our childhood. In this task much time
+has been lost. Mrs. Watts is of the same opinion; and with this view,
+"the extravagances of those apocryphal personages--giants, ghosts, and
+fairies--have been entirely banished from her pages, as tending not only
+to enervate the infant mind, and unfit it for the reception of more
+wholesome nutriment, but also to increase the superstitious terrors of
+childhood,--the editor has not less scrupulously excluded those novel-like
+stories of exaggerated sentiment, which may now almost be said
+to form the staple commodity of our nursery literature."--(_Preface_.)
+Accordingly, we have in the _New Year's Gift_ three historical pieces
+and engravings, illustrating the murder of the young princes in the
+Tower; Arthur imploring Hubert not to put out his eyes; and another.
+There are from thirty to forty tales, sketches, and poems, among which
+are a pretty story, by Mrs. Hofland; a Cricketing Story, by Miss Mitford,
+&c. There are two or three little pieces enjoining humanity to animals,
+and some pleasing anecdotes of monkeys and tame robins, and a few lines
+on the Reed-Sparrow's Nest:--
+
+  Only see what a neat, warm, compact little thing!
+  Mister Nash could not build such a house for the king;
+    Not he, let him labour his best.
+
+Among the poetry are some graceful lines by Mr. Watts to his son;
+but our extract must be "The Spider and the Fly, a new version of
+an old story," by Mrs. Howitt. It is a lesson for all folks--great
+and small--from the infant in the nursery to the emperor of Russia,
+the grand signior of Turkey, and the queen of Portugal--or from those
+who play with toy-cannons to such as are now figuring on the theatre
+of war:--
+
+  "Will you walk into my parlour" said a spider to a fly:
+  "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
+  The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
+  And I have many pretty things to show you when you are there."
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,
+  For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+  "I'm sure you must be weary with soaring up so high,
+  Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
+  "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
+  And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
+  They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+  Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,
+  To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+  I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice--
+  I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
+  I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."
+
+  "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise.
+  How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+  I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
+  If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+  "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
+  And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+  The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+  For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
+  So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly,
+  And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
+  Then he went out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
+  "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+  Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head--
+  Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead,"
+
+  Alas, alas how very soon this silly little fly.
+  Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
+  With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
+  Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
+  Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing!--At last
+  Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
+
+  He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
+  Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!
+  --And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
+  To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
+  Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
+  And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
+
+Among the more serious pieces, we notice a beautiful lament of childhood
+by Mrs. Hemans, and a hymn by Mrs. Opie.
+
+The engravings, twelve in number, with several little wood-cut
+tail-pieces, are beautifully executed; and altogether, the New Year's
+Gift deserves a place on the _cheffonier_ shelf of every nursery in the
+kingdom.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We have received several other "Annuals," which we shall notice in an
+early Supplementary Number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+SPIRIT OF THE
+
+PUBLIC JOURNALS
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ALBUMS
+
+
+_North_. ALBUMS! James--these compendiums of wit and wisdom have become
+the greatest nuisances of all civilized society----
+
+_Shepherd_. Tuts, man--what ails ye at Allbums?
+
+_North_. They have broken that confidence between man and woman, which,
+in our young day, used to form the delight of an acquaintance with an
+amiable and accomplished female. In those happy times, how often have we
+sat in a bright circle of the fair and young, and talked, and laughed,
+in the gaiety of our careless hearts, without fear or apprehension! But
+now we are afraid, in the presence of ladies, to give utterance to any
+thing beyond a remark upon the weather. It is long since we have drilled
+ourselves to attribute smiles and whispers, and even squeezes of the
+hand, to their true source. We see an album lurking in every dimple of a
+young maiden's cheek, and a large folio common-place book, reposing its
+alexandrine length, in every curve of a dowager's double chin.
+
+_Shepherd_. Tuts, man! What ails ye at Allbums?
+
+_North_. No age is free from the infection. We go to a house in the
+country where there are three unmarried daughters, two aunts, and a
+grandmother. Complain not of a lack of employment on a rainy morning,
+in such a domicile and establishment as this. You may depend upon it,
+that the first patter of rain upon the window is the signal for all the
+vellum and morocco bound scrap-books to make a simultaneous rush upon
+the table. Forth comes the grandmother, and pushes an old dingy-coloured
+volume into your hands, and pointing out a spare leaf, between a recipe
+for curing corns, and a mixture for the hooping-cough, she begs you to
+fill it up--with any thing you please.
+
+_Shepherd_. Weel, weel, man--why canna you oblege the auld body?
+
+_North_. What right has an old woman, with silver spectacles on her
+long, thin nose, to enlist any man among the awkward squad which compose
+her muster roll? Who can derive inspiration from the boney hand, which
+is coaxingly laid on your shoulder, and trembles, not from agitation or
+love, but merely from the last attack of the rheumatism?
+
+_Shepherd_. But young leddies hae their Allbums, too, as weel's auld
+anes.
+
+_North_. And even the young ladies, James, presume too much upon their
+power. Is there no way of getting into their books, but by writing in
+their albums? Are we to pay for smiles at the rate of so many lines a
+dimple? If the fair creatures are anxious to shew they can read, let
+them discover it by the tenor of their conversation, and not by large
+folios of quotations from books which every body knows; or if they are
+anxious to shew that they can write, we can tell them they are very
+wrong in having any such wish. I will put it to any man--are not the
+pleasantest women of his acquaintance, those to whose handwriting he is
+the greatest stranger? Did they not think their adored enslaver, who at
+one time was considered, when they were musing on her charms, beneath
+some giant tree, within the forest shade, "too fair to worship, too
+divine to love,"--did they not think her a little less divine, without
+being a bit more loveable, when they pored over, in her autograph, a
+long and foolish extract from some dunderhead's poems, with the points
+all wrong placed, and many of the words misspelt?
+
+_Shepherd_. Neither points nor spellin's o' the smallest consequence in
+a copy o' verses.
+
+_North_. Think of the famous lovers of antiquity, James. Do you think
+Thisbe kept a scrap-book, or that Pyramus slipped "Lines on Thisbe's
+Cat" through the celebrated hole-in-the-wall? No such thing. If he had,
+there would have been as little poetry in his love as in his verses. No
+man could have had the insolence, not even a Cockney poetaster, to kill
+himself for love, after having scribbled namby-pambys in a pale-blue,
+gilt-edged album.
+
+_Shepherd_. Faith--that's rather a lauchable idea.
+
+_North_. In every point of view, scrap-books are the death of love. Many
+a very sensible man can "whisper soft nonsense in a lady's ear," when
+all the circumstances of the scene are congenial. We ourselves have
+frequently descended to make ourselves merely the most agreeable man in
+the world, till we unfortunately discovered that the blockheads who
+could not comprehend us when we were serious, were still farther from
+understanding the ineffable beauty of our nonsense; so that in both
+cases we were the sufferers. They took our elegant badinage for our
+sober and settled opinions, and laughed in the most accommodating manner
+when we delivered our real and most matured sentiments.
+
+_Blackwood's Magazine_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Notes of a Reader
+
+LORD BYRON'S FIRST LOVE.--NEWSTEAD.
+
+
+Sir Richard Phillips who has been for some months on a Tour of Inquiry
+and Observation through the United Kingdom, has just published his
+_First Part_, containing Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire, Leicestershire,
+and part of Nottinghamshire. Sir Richard visited _Newstead_, and was
+hospitably entertained by Colonel Wildman. In his "Notes," on this
+interesting spot, he says,--"While in this vicinity, I heard many
+particulars of BYRON'S first love, a passion which tinged the whole
+of his future life. Near Newstead stands Annesley Hall, a house as
+considerable and venerable as Newstead itself; and the daughter of the
+owner, Mr. Chaworth, was an heiress of immense fortune, interesting, and
+amiable, but about four years older than Byron. He fell in love with
+her, but she had formed an early attachment for Capt. Musters, of the
+Nottingham militia, whom she married. After she had some children, she
+fell into a low state of mind, and separation was the consequence; but,
+on recovering, she was reunited to her husband, and has since borne him
+several children. She still lives, but has long been in very infirm
+health. The affair forms the subject of Lord Byron's justly celebrated
+_Dream_, printed with the 'Prisoner of Chillon.'
+
+"From the eastern windows of the southern front of Newstead, all the
+scenery of the poem is visible, except Annesley Hall, which lies over
+the cape of which he speaks; but there still are trees, and the high
+point at which he describes the impassioned interview. I read the poem
+with the objects before me, and was overpowered by the sympathies and
+recollections which must be familiar to all men, for most men have felt
+as Byron felt, though few ever portrayed their feelings with such energy
+of thought and language.
+
+"Night overtaking me at Newstead, the splendid hospitality of Colonel
+Wildman was kindly exerted, and he indulged a sentimental traveller by
+allowing me to sleep in Byron's room and Byron's bed. Those who admire
+Byron, (and for those who do not, I care but little) will participate
+in the luxury of such a night. The bed is elegantly surmounted with
+baronial coronets, but it was Byron's and I cared nothing for the
+coronets, though all the conveniences of the apartment were delightful.
+
+"I will add to these details a fact which will interest many; that the
+dog which Lord Byron reared in Greece, and the grandson of Boatswain,
+having been brought home with his body, is still alive at Newstead,
+cherished for the sake of his master, and respected for his own good
+qualities."
+
+We shall return to Sir Richard's "Tour" in our next number; for it
+possesses extraordinary attractions for all classes of readers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE ANNUALS.--THE LITERARY SOUVENIR.
+
+
+One hundred guineas is stated to be the lowest cost of either of the
+engravings in "the Literary Souvenir for 1829;" some of them, indeed,
+cost from 150 to 170 guineas each. A circulation of less than from 8
+to 9,000 copies, would entail a loss upon the proprietors; so that the
+expense of "getting up" this superb "Annual" probably exceeds 3,500l.;
+and taking this sum for the average of six others published at the same
+price, and with a proportionate advance for two more published at one
+guinea each, the outlay of capital in these works is from 35 to
+40,000l.[4] This sum would purchase _Five Million_ numbers of THE
+MIRROR, or 80 million printed pages, with 10 million impressions of
+woodcuts!
+
+[4] The portion of this sum paid for the literary department would form
+a curious item in the records of genius, especially in contrast with
+Milton's five pounds for his _Paradise Lost_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TRUE CONSOLATION.
+
+
+A citizen of Geneva having lost his wife, he, according to the custom of
+the country, attended the funeral to the cemetery, which is out of the
+city. Somebody meeting him on his return from this painful ceremony,
+assumed a sorrowful countenance, and in the tenderest manner possible,
+asked him how he did. "Oh," replied the widower, "I am very well at
+present; this little walk has set me up; there is nothing like country
+air."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HARD RAIN.
+
+
+Mr. Rae Wilson tells us, that he saw some huge stones of granite on his
+road to Mecklenburgh, which he says actually seem to have been rained
+there; in which belief he is strengthened by a story in a Philadelphia
+newspaper, of "a spitting of stones, which ended in a regular shower at
+Nashville, in May, 1825!"--There is seldom a good story without its
+match.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+FRENCH PRISON.
+
+
+A recent letter from Paris gives the following account of the Debtors'
+Prison, compared with which, it seems, our _Fleet_ is a perfect
+Arcadia:--Each room contains four beds, small, dirty, and damp; so that
+the eyes of the unfortunate inmates become red and inflamed; not even a
+window can be shut to keep out a current of air. If a creditor visits a
+debtor who wishes to be revenged, the latter has only to cry _au loup_,
+when all parties assail the unlucky creditor, and _perhaps murder him!_
+Gambling is the great resource of the ignorant, so that frequently those
+who have only a few pence per day to exist on, are obliged to fast
+entirely, having anticipated their allowance; many even pawn their
+coats, and walk about _en chemise!_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+NOLLEKENS.
+
+
+When Nollekens, the sculptor, was at Rome, in 1760, he was recognised
+by Garrick with the familiar exclamation of "What! let me look at you,
+are you the little fellow to whom we gave the prizes at the Society of
+Arts?" "Yes, Sir," being the answer, Garrick invited him to breakfast
+the next morning, and sat to him for his bust, for which he paid
+Nollekens £12. 12s. in gold; this was the first bust he ever modelled.
+Sterne sat to him when at Rome, and that bust brought him into great
+notice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+INDIAN TRADITION.
+
+
+Among the various Indian traditions of the Creation and fall of man is
+the following:--In the beginning, a few men rose out of the ground, but
+there was no woman among them. One of them found out a road to heaven,
+where he met a woman; they offended the Great Spirit, upon which they
+were both thrust out. They fell on the back of the tortoise; the woman
+was delivered of male twins; in process of time, one of these twins slew
+the other.--_Dr. Walsh_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE AGE OF THIRTY.
+
+
+I always looked to about thirty, as the barrier of any real or fierce
+delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger
+ore and better veins of the mine; and, I flatter myself, that perhaps,
+I have pretty well done so, and now the _dross_ is coming, and _I love
+lucre_; for we must love something; at least, if I have not quite worked
+out the others, it is not for want of labouring hard to do so.--_Lord
+Byron_, in 1823.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COVENT GARDEN.
+
+
+  Where holy friars told their beads,
+  And nuns confess'd their evil deeds.
+  But, O sad change! O shame to tell,
+  How soon a prey to vice it fell!
+  How--since its justest appellation
+  Is Grand Seraglio to the Nation.
+
+                          _Satire_, 1756.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CROSS TIMES.
+
+
+When everybody was in suspense in consequence of the vacillating conduct
+of the French government, a gentleman with a determined _squint_, one
+day approached Talleyrand, and said to him, "Well, prince, how do
+affairs go on?" "As you see," replied Talleyrand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHANGING HATS.
+
+
+Barry, the painter, was with Nollekens, at Rome, in 1760, and they were
+extremely intimate. Barry took the liberty one night when they were
+about to leave the English coffee-house, to exchange hats with him;
+Barry's was edged with lace, and Nollekens' was a very shabby plain
+one. Upon his returning the hat the next morning, he was requested by
+Nollekens to let him know why he left him his gold-laced hat. "Why, to
+tell you the truth, my dear Joey," answered Barry, "I fully expected
+assassination last night; and I was to have been known by my laced hat."
+Nollekens often used to relate the story, adding, "It's what the Old
+Bailey people would call a true bill against Jem."--_Nollekens's Life
+and Times_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Napoleon's Roman bed at Malmaison was without curtains, and his arms
+were hung on the walls of the chamber.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY OVER THE BROCKEN.
+
+BY S.T. COLERIDGE.
+
+
+  ---------------------------- I moved on
+  With low and languid thought, for I had found
+  That grandest scenes have but imperfect charms
+  Where the eye vainly wanders, nor beholds
+  One spot with which the heart associates
+  Holy remembrances of child or friend,
+  Or gentle maid, our first and early love,
+  Or father, or the venerable name
+  Of our adored country. _O thou Queen,
+  Thou delegated Deity of Earth,
+  Oh "dear, dear" England, how my longing eyes
+  Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds
+  Thy sands and high white cliffs!_ Sweet native isle,
+  This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears
+  To think of thee; and all the goodly view
+  From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills
+  Floated away, like a departing dream,
+  Feeble and dim.
+
+              _Amulet for_ 1829.
+
+
+We wish a few more of the tourists who are picking their way over the
+continent, would illustrate their books of travels with such noble
+sentiments as are contained in these few lines--instead of the querulous
+whinings about cheap and dear living, the miseries of our climate, and a
+thousand other ills of the _malade imaginaire_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Madame De Souza used to say that "cleanliness is the excellence of the
+poor."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+The Gatherer.
+
+
+  A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
+                               Shakspeare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+RUSSIA AND TURKEY.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+The following intelligence from the seat of war, though premature in
+some respects, and _not quite_ new in others, may be acceptable to your
+readers, from A.A.A.
+
+
+ALPHABETICAL ALLITERATION.
+
+  An awful army, artfully array'd,
+  Boldly by battery besieg'd Belgrade;
+  Cossack commanders cannonading come,
+  Dealing destruction's devastating doom,
+  Every endeavour engineers essay,
+  For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray.
+  Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good,
+  Heaves high his head heroic hardihood;
+  Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill,
+  Jostle John Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill.
+  Kick kindling Kutusoff, king's kinsmen kill;
+  Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines,
+  Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murd'rous mines.
+  Now nightfall's near, now needful nature nods,
+  Oppos'd, opposing, overcoming odds.
+  Poor peasants, partly purchas'd, partly press'd,
+  Quite quaking, "Quarter!--quarter!" quickly 'quest.
+  Reason returns, recalls redundant rage,
+  Saves sinking soldiers, softens signiors sage.
+  Truce, Turkey, truce! truce, treach'rous Tartar train!
+  Unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine!
+  Vanish, vile vengeance! vanish, victory vain!
+  Wisdom wails war--wails warring words. What were
+  Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier?
+  Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest,
+  Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Ye learned, pray say, who dark mysteries unfold,
+  Why razors cut better with _hot_ water than _cold_.
+
+Every kind of knife or razor is a fine saw, though we cannot possibly
+see it with the naked eye; and on all the edges of those fine polished
+tools there sticks a kind of resinous substance, which, when put into
+warm water, takes off the same, and makes the razor cut more easy and
+free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A father had three sons, in whose company he was walking when an old
+enemy of his came running out of an ambush, and inflicted a severe wound
+upon him before any of the bystanders could interfere. The eldest son
+pursued the assassin, the second bound up his father's wound, and the
+third swooned away. Which of the sons loved his father best?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MRS. BILLINGTON.
+
+
+At a rehearsal of _As You Like It_, Mrs. Billington, who sustained the
+principal female character, called out in a very peremptory manner,
+"Fellow, bring me my crook." Mr. Simmonds, the property-man, immediately
+replied, "Madam, your fellow is not here." She felt the rebuke, and made
+the request more successfully in more proper language; thus by hook or
+by crook obtaining it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cato the Censor only repented of three things during his life--to have
+gone by sea when he could go by land, to have passed a day inactive, and
+to have told a secret to his wife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+"GONE TO JERICHO."
+
+
+Tradition says that there is more than one place in the county of Essex
+to which Henry VIII. used occasionally to retire with his mistresses.
+One of these was Blackmore, at some distance from Shenfield. The
+manor-house of Blackmore is called _Jericho;_ so when Harry chose to
+retire with his mistresses, the cant phrase among the courtiers was,
+"_He was gone to Jericho_." Hence this proverb or saying.
+
+HALBERT H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HUMBLE, OR UMBLE PIE.
+
+
+The shanks and feet of a buck being called _umbles_, were formerly made
+into a pie for the retainers or feudal servants. Hence arose the old
+saying of "You shall eat humble pie."
+
+HALBERT H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Says Tom, "Your lass look'd like a winter's day,
+    When last I saw her with the Misses Flirty."
+  "Indeed, you're merry, but tell me pray?"
+    "Why, then," quoth Tom, "she was both short and dirty."
+
+W. G--y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_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_.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mirror of Literature, Amusement,
+and Instruction, by Various
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+  <h1>THE MIRROR<br />
+  OF<br />
+  LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.</h1>
+  <hr class="full" />
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+      <td align="left"><b>Vol. XII. No. 338.</b></td>
+      <td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1828.</b></td>
+      <td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td>
+    </tr>
+  </table>
+  <hr class="full" />
+
+<h2>
+Nelson's Monument, at Liverpool.</h2>
+
+<div class="figure" style="width: 100%;">
+ <a href="images/338-1.png"><img width="100%" src="images/338-1.png"
+alt="" /></a>
+ </div>
+
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)
+</h4>
+<p>
+In No. 270 of the MIRROR, you favoured us with a correct engraving of
+the Town Hall, Liverpool, and informed us of a trophied monument erected
+to the memory of Nelson in the Liverpool Exchange Buildings. Of the
+latter I am happy to be able to present you with the above view.
+</p><p>
+The monument, executed in bronze by Richard Westmacott, Esq. R.A.
+is erected in the area of the Liverpool Exchange Buildings, and was
+completed in October, 1823. The subscription amounted to about 9,000l.
+The weight of the bronze of which it is composed is estimated at upwards
+of 22 tons. The figures are in the proportion of seven feet.
+</p><p>
+On a basis of Westmoreland marble stands a circular pedestal of the same
+material, and peculiarly suitable in colour to the group which it
+supports. At the base of the pedestal are four emblematic figures, in
+the character of captives, or vanquished enemies, in allusion to Lord
+Nelson's victories. The spaces between these figures, on the sides of
+the pedestal, are filled by four grand bas-reliefs, executed in bronze,
+representing some of the great naval actions in which Nelson was
+engaged. The other parts of the pedestal are richly decorated with
+lions' heads and festoons of laurel; and in a moulding round the upper
+part of it is inscribed, in brass letters, pursuant to the resolution
+of
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page274" name="page274"></a>[pg 274]</span>
+
+ the general meeting, that most impressive charge delivered by the
+illustrious commander previous to the commencement of the battle of
+Trafalgar, "ENGLAND EXPECTS EVERY MAN TO DO HIS DUTY."
+</p><p>
+The figures constituting the principal design are Nelson, Victory, and
+Death: his Country mourning for her loss, and her Navy, eager to avenge
+it,&mdash;naturally claim a place in the group.
+</p><p>
+The principal figure is the Admiral, resting one foot on a conquered
+enemy, and the other on a cannon. With an eye stedfast and upraised to
+Victory, he is receiving from her a fourth naval crown upon his sword,
+which, to indicate the loss of his right arm, is held in his left hand.
+The maimed limb is concealed by the enemy's flag, which Victory is
+lowering to him. Under the folds of the flag Death lies in ambush for
+his victim, intimating, that Nelson received the reward of his valour
+and the stroke of death at the same moment.
+</p><p>
+By the figure of an exasperated British seaman is represented the zeal
+of the navy to wreak vengeance on the enemies who robbed England of her
+gallant leader.
+</p><p>
+Britannia, with laurels in her hand, and leaning regardless of them on
+her spear and shield, describes the feelings of the country fluctuating
+between the pride and the anguish of triumph so dearly purchased, but
+relying for security on her own resources.
+</p>
+<h4>
+<i>Hoxton</i>. T. WARD.
+</h4>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h3>
+TAKING OF CONSTANTINOPLE BY THE TURKS.
+<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1">
+<sup>1</sup></a>
+</h3>
+
+
+
+<h4>
+(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<p>
+Mahomet II., soon after he mounted the Turkish throne, resolved to
+achieve some glorious action, that he might surpass the fame of his
+predecessors; and nothing appeared so compatible with his ambition as
+the gaining of Constantinople, and the total subversion of the Greek
+empire, which at that period was in a very precarious condition. The
+sultan, therefore, made vast preparations, which the Greek emperor,
+Constantine VIII., perceiving, he solicited the aid of several Christian
+princes, especially of Pope Nicholas V. and the king of Naples; but they
+<i>all</i>, in a most unaccountable manner, excused themselves. Being thus
+disappointed, the emperor laid an embargo on all vessels within his
+ports, so that he added about three thousand veterans of different
+nations to the garrison of his imperial city, which before consisted
+of only six thousand Greeks.
+</p><p>
+In the spring of 1453, Mahomet set forward, with an army of three
+hundred thousand men, for Constantinople, which city, on the ninth day
+of April, was closely invested by land. The Turkish galleys would have
+done the same by sea, had not the emperor been extremely vigilant, for
+he caused the haven to be strongly chained from Constantinople to Pera,
+having within the chain his whole strength of shipping. The Turks, on
+the land side, erected towers, cast up trenches, and raised batteries;
+from these works they carried on their attacks with great fury, and made
+several breaches, which, however, the besieged repaired with much
+industry, at the same time repulsing their enemies with artillery. This
+unexpected bravery greatly enraged Mahomet, who loudly exclaimed, "It is
+neither the Grecians' skill nor courage, but the Franks, that defend the
+city." Affairs stood thus, when a renegado Christian informed the sultan
+how he might bring part of his fleet over land to the very haven of
+Constantinople. Mahomet, who began to despair of taking the city,
+determined to put the project of the renegado into execution; and he
+therefore committed the charge of it to a famous bassa, who, with
+wonderful labour, brought seventy vessels out of the Bosphorus, up a
+steep hill, the space of eight miles, to the haven of the city. The
+Turks, being thus miraculously possessed of the haven, assaulted the
+city also on that side; but their whole fleet was shamefully routed,
+and ten thousand of their men were killed. Yet this loss, instead
+of depressing their spirits, increased their courage, and on the
+twenty-ninth of May, early in the morning, they approached the walls
+with greater violence than ever; but so undaunted was the resolution
+of the Christians, that they repulsed their assailants with prodigious
+slaughter for a considerable time.
+</p><p>
+Constantine, however, who had undertaken the charge of one of the city
+gates, unhappily received a wound in the arm; and, being obliged to
+retire from the scene of action, his soldiers were discouraged, forsook
+their stations, and fled after him, notwithstanding his earnest prayers
+to the contrary. In their flight, they crowded so thickly together,
+that, while endeavouring to enter a passage, above eight hundred of them
+were pressed to death. The ill-fated emperor likewise perished. It is
+needless to describe what quickly ensued&mdash;the infidels became masters of
+the fine city of Constantinople, whose inhabitants were all,&mdash;except
+those who were reserved for lust,&mdash;put to the sword,
+
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page275" name="page275"></a>[pg 275]</span>
+
+ and the plunder,
+pursuant to a promise made previously by the sultan, was given up to the
+Turkish soldiers for three days together.
+</p>
+<h4>
+G.W.N.
+</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+GAME OF CHESS.</h3>
+
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<p>
+Perceiving in No. 321 of the MIRROR a brief history of the game of
+chess, perhaps the following anecdote will not be found unacceptable
+to your readers:&mdash;When the game of chess was first invented, the emperor
+of China sent for the inventor, and desired him to teach it him. The
+emperor was so delighted with the game, that he told the inventor
+whatever he should demand should be given him as a remuneration for his
+discovery. To which he replied, that if his majesty would but give him a
+grain of corn for the first square of the chess-board, and keep doubling
+it every check until he arrived at the end, he would be satisfied. At
+first the emperor was astonished at what he thought the man's modesty,
+and instantly ordered his request to be granted.
+</p><p>
+The following is the sum total of the number of grains of corn, and also
+the number of times they would reach round the world, which is 360
+degrees, each degree being 69-1/2 miles:&mdash;
+</p><p>
+18446743573783086315 grains.
+</p><p>
+3883401821 times round the world.
+</p><p>
+I perfectly agree with your correspondent that China has the preference
+of invention.
+</p>
+<h4>
+G.H.C.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+QUEEN ELIZABETH'S VIRGINAL.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)
+</h4>
+<p>
+On reading No. 336 of the MIRROR, I saw an account of an ancient musical
+instrument, <i>the virginal</i>, stating it to have been an instrument much
+in use in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. That such was the case there can
+be no doubt, for the musical world can still furnish many compositions,
+written expressly for Queen Elizabeth, her majesty being considered a
+very good performer on the virginal. But it is not generally known that
+the very identical instrument, the favourite property of that queen,
+is still in the possession of a Mr. Jonah Child, artist, of Dudley,
+Worcestershire. It is a very fine-toned old instrument, considering the
+many improvements which have been made since that date, and if put in
+good repair, (which might easily be done, it being quite playable in its
+present state,) it would not disgrace the name of a Kirkman, or of any
+of our latest and best harpsichord makers; indeed, it is very far
+superior to any other instrument of the kind I ever heard. The case is
+good, particularly in the inside, which is of exquisite workmanship, and
+beautifully ornamented with (as far as I recollect) gilt scroll work; on
+the keys has been bestowed a great deal of labour and curious taste.
+Each of the sharps, or short keys, is composed of a number (perhaps
+thirty) of bits of pearl, &amp;c., well wrought together. On the whole it
+is an object well worthy of the attention of the antiquarian and the
+musician.
+</p><p>
+Although a stranger to Mr. Jonah Child, I feel great pleasure, while
+speaking on the subject, in acknowledging the very courteous reception
+I once met with, on calling at that gentleman's house to see the above
+curiosity.
+</p><h4>
+<i>Hampstead Road</i>. S.A.
+</h4>
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+FIRE TOWERS.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)
+</h4>
+
+<p>
+I perceive by a paper in your interesting little work, that the round
+towers so common in Scotland and Ireland, have afforded the antiquaries
+much room for the display of their erudition, in ascertaining the
+purposes for which these towers have been erected.
+</p><p>
+Now, if any of these worthy and learned gentlemen were to take a trip to
+Sutherlandshire, in Scotland, they would see the <i>exact purpose</i> for
+which these buildings were erected; it was merely for the purpose of
+hanging the church bell in, as stated by your correspondent, in No. 335,
+of the MIRROR; for there stands at present in the parish of Clyne, near
+Dunrobin, the seat of the most noble the Marquess of Stafford, one of
+the said towers with the church bell hung in it to this day, unless
+removed since last October, the time at which I was there. It stands on
+the top of an eminence, a short distance (about fifty yards) to the west
+of the parish church, and is about twenty-five feet high.
+</p><h4>
+A. GAEL.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+A SUMMER SCENE, BY CLAUDE.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<div class="poem">
+ <div class="stanza">
+<p>  How proudly those hush'd towers receive the glow</p>
+<p>  That mellows the gold sunset&mdash;and the trees,</p>
+<p>  Clasping with their deep belt the festal hills,</p>
+<p>  Are ting'd with summer-beauty; the rich waves</p>
+<p>  Swell out their hymn o'er shells and sweet blue flow'rs,</p>
+<p>  And haply the pure seamaid, wandering by,</p>
+<p>  Dips in them her soft tresses. The calm sea,</p>
+<p>  Floating in its magnificence, is seen</p>
+<p>  Like an elysian isle, whose sapphire depths</p>
+<p>  Entranc'd the Arabian poets! In the west,</p>
+<p>  The clouds blend their harmonious pageantry</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page276" name="page276"></a>[pg 276]</span>
+<p>  With the descending sun-orb; some appear</p>
+<p>  Like Jove's immortal bird, whose eyes contain'd</p>
+<p>  An essence of its sanctity&mdash;and some</p>
+<p>  Seem like proud temples, form'd but to admit</p>
+<p>  The souls of god-like men! Emerald and gold</p>
+<p>  And pink, that softens down the aerial bow,</p>
+<p>  Are interspersed promiscuously, and form</p>
+<p>  A concentration of all lovely things!</p>
+<p>  And far off cities, glittering with the pomp</p>
+<p>  Of spire and pennon, laugh their joyance up</p>
+<p>  In the deep flood of light. Sweet comes the tone</p>
+<p>  Of the touch'd lute from yonder orange bow'rs,</p>
+<p>  And the shrill cymbal pours its elfin spell</p>
+<p>  Into the peasant's being!</p>
+<p class="i8">                            A sublime</p>
+<p>  And fervid mind was <i>his</i>, whose pencil trac'd</p>
+<p>  The grandeur of this scene! Oh! matchless Claude!</p>
+<p>  Around the painter's mastery thou hast thrown</p>
+<p>  An halo of surpassing loveliness!</p>
+<p>  Gazing on thy proud works, we mourn the curse</p>
+<p>  Which 'reft our race of Eden, for from thee,</p>
+<p>  As from a seraph's wing, we catch the hues</p>
+<p>  That sunn'd our primal heritage ere sin</p>
+<p>  Weav'd her dark oracles. With thee, sweet Claude!</p>
+<p>  <i>Thee!</i> and blind Maeonides would I dwell</p>
+<p>  By streams that gush out richness; there should be</p>
+<p>  Tones that entrance, and forms more exquisite</p>
+<p>  Than throng the sculptor's visions! I would dream</p>
+<p>  Of gorgeous palaces, in whose lit halls</p>
+<p>  Repos'd the reverend magi, and my lips</p>
+<p>  Would pour their spiritual commune 'mid the hush</p>
+<p>  Of those enchanting groves!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<h4>
+<i>Deal</i>.
+
+REGINALD AUGUSTINE.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+
+<h2>
+THE NOVELIST</h2>
+<h3>
+A LEGEND OF THE HARTZ.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Still the boar held on his way</p>
+<p>  Careless through what toils it lay,</p>
+<p>  Down deep in the tangled dell&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Or o'er the steep rock's pinnacle.</p>
+<p>  Staunch the steed, and bold the knight</p>
+<p>  That would follow such a flight!"</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+The night was fast closing in, and the last retiring beams of the sun
+shed a mournful light over an extensive tract of forest bordering upon
+the district of the Hartz, just as (but I must not forget the date,
+somewhere about the year 1547,) the Baron Rudolf found himself in the
+very disagreeable predicament of having totally lost his companions and
+his way, amidst an almost interminable region of forest and brushwood.
+"Hans," addressing himself to his noble steed, "my old veteran, I must
+trust to thee, since thy master's wit is at a stand, to extricate us
+from this dilemma."
+</p><p>
+The animal finding his head free, moved forward as fast as bush and
+brake would permit him. They had proceeded in this way for half an hour
+longer, when the Baron at last bethought himself of his bugle, and wound
+a long and powerful blast; but the echo was the only answer he received.
+He repeated the sound with the like effect. Again the Baron lost his
+patience, and "Der terefel&mdash;" when all at once his steed made a dead
+stop, and pricked up his ears as at some well known sound. The Baron
+listened attentively, and distinctly heard the blast he had sounded ten
+minutes before, responded by one so exactly similar, though apparently
+at a great distance, that he could scarcely believe the "evidence" of
+his ears. "By the mass but that must be the work of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger himself, for no one in my own broad barony can wind that
+blast save Rudolf Wurtzheim." He shrunk within himself at the very
+thought; for to any one it was rather appalling to meet this being at
+such a place and hour. The recollection of an adventure in these wilds
+which occurred on this very eve, twelve-months previous, now rushed
+vividly to his mind. The concurrence in the date was startling. In
+short, on reflection, he began to think there was witchcraft throughout
+the affair.
+</p><p>
+He had lost his companions of the chase in rather a singular manner; on
+this afternoon, being unusually unsuccessful, the Baron, while hunting
+a brace of favourite stag-hounds in a dell apart from the rest of the
+field, suddenly struck upon a boar of remarkable size; attracted by the
+cries of the dogs, the Baron spurred Hans to the pursuit, and did not
+reflect that he was pursuing a route apart from the other hunters; and
+trusting to his knowledge of the wilds he so often traversed, he bore
+on with undiminished speed. The boar seemed to have a pair of wings in
+addition to his legs. Suffice it to say, that though Hans chased him in
+gallant style, yet the Baron eventually lost his way in the pursuit,
+partly owing to the doubling of the animal, till both dogs and boar
+completely disappeared from sight.
+</p><p>
+Entangled in the forest, the evening rapidly approached, a general hush
+prevailed, and all endeavours to recover his track seemed fruitless.
+</p><p>
+The sun had now gone down for a considerable time, and a mist was
+arising that obscured the little light which the luminary of night
+afforded.
+</p><p>
+"Mein Gott," exclaimed the Baron, "mortal or devil, he has involved me
+in a very disagreeable predicament, and to avoid him is, I fear,
+impossible." He once more sounded a long blast; again
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page277" name="page277"></a>[pg 277]</span>
+
+ the blast was
+re-echoed after a short lapse of time, though seemingly at an extreme
+distance. "Ah, there it comes again! what if my ears should deceive me,
+and this should be the answering bugle of my faithful Wildstein." The
+thought infused some fresh vigour into him; the low night wind murmuring
+through the trees, reminded him of the importance of every moment, Hans
+and his master pushed onwards through brake and dell.
+</p><p>
+It will be necessary, however, that we should leave the Baron for
+awhile, and detail some occurrences germane to our tale, and which are
+necessary for its developement. And now as Mark Antony says, "Lend me
+your ear."
+</p><p>
+Some years before the preceding events took place, there dwelt in a spot
+of the most romantic description, a personage known by the designation
+of Mynheer von Heidelberger. No one had either heard or could recollect
+when or whence he came. Strange rumours were afloat respecting this
+person, and the peasantry crossed themselves with fright if they were
+led near the spot where his dwelling was said to be; and if his name
+was casually mentioned in the circle round the winter's hearth, all
+involuntarily drew their seats into a closer space. Impelled by
+adventurous curiosity, many individuals were said to have visited him,
+for the purpose of obtaining some insight into futurity; for his
+knowledge of the future, and the "things that none may name," was
+reputed to be great. It was also rumoured that some of his visitants
+had never returned.
+</p><p>
+About this time, by the sudden death of her father, the Baron Ernest,
+who was killed, it was believed, by a fall from his horse while hunting,
+Agatha von Keilermann was left sole and undisputed heiress of his vast
+domains. A prize so great, united to a fair person, caused many suitors
+to be on the alert; but they all met with ill success, being generally
+dismissed rather summarily.
+</p><p>
+Ambition was always the ruling passion of Rudolf Wurtzheim, whose
+domains adjoined those of the Baron Ernest, and before the death of
+the latter it had also been allied to jealousy of his great power and
+wealth. Not daunted by the ill success of his predecessors, he became a
+suitor of the fair Agatha. He met with a summary repulse. Burning with
+rage and mortified ambition, the Baron bethought himself of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger, of whose fame he had sometimes heard.
+</p><p>
+At the close of a day far advanced in autumn, he set off to visit this
+being. The howling of the wind as it came in fitful gusts through the
+openings of the forest, formed no bad accompaniment to his thoughts;
+while the indistinct twilight received little aid from the moon, which
+waded through heavy masses of clouds. The Baron, however, was a man of
+daring spirit. He had often been led past the spot, whilst engaged in
+the chase, near which the <i>solitaire</i> was said to dwell:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Vague mystery hangs on all these desert places!</p>
+<p class="i2">    The fear which hath no name hath wrought a spell,</p>
+<p>  Strength, courage, wrath, have been, and left no traces!</p>
+<p class="i2">    They came&mdash;and fled; but whither? who can tell!"</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+He several times, on account of the uncertain light, lost his track.
+At length he emerged into the rocky scenery of the mountain side, and
+an indistinct light in the distance served to guide his steps. He now
+entered between two rocks of great height; till a magnificent waterfall
+almost blocked up the way. The Baron stepped cautiously forward,
+and after apparently passing through a cavern, the scene opened and
+displayed (for, to his surprise, the light was greatly increased,)
+a wild view, in which nature had piled rock, cavern, and mountain
+together, till the whole seemed lost and blended in one general chaos.
+At the foot, and a short distance before him, were seen a number of
+persons of venerable aspect, grouped on the turf around the vast
+amphitheatre of rocks, and a noise as of many hammers, greeted his
+ears. Attracted onwards by the now distinct glittering light, the Baron
+proceeded boldly to the mouth of what seemed a natural grotto. He loudly
+demanded admittance, the entrance being blocked up with a large stone.
+He was at first answered by a scornful laugh; indeed, as he afterwards
+found, he had entered by the wrong path, and observed a scene, perhaps,
+never displayed to mortal eyes. The stone was at last removed, and in
+the interior he found the object of his search:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem" >
+<div class="stanza" >
+<p class="i8">                    He, like the tenant</p>
+<p>  Of some night haunted ruin, bore an aspect</p>
+<p>  Of horrors, worn to habitude.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+What passed will appear in the sequel, and the Baron returned just at
+nightfall; while his ghastly demeanour and unquiet eye betokened the
+nature of his visit. It is said many a wild and unearthly peal of
+laughter resounded that night through the mountains.
+</p><p>
+In three months from that time the lady Agatha became his wife. She had
+suddenly disappeared from her grounds a
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page278" name="page278"></a>[pg 278]</span>
+
+ short time before, and to the
+amazement and wonder of all, returned with the Baron Wurtzheim, to whom
+she was united the same evening. Rumour was busy upon this occasion, but
+the mystery which enveloped it was never dispersed. The lady Agatha,
+however, seemed oppressed with a ceaseless gloom; in a short time she
+devoted herself entirely to seclusion, and in a year after her marriage,
+expired in giving birth to a son. The demeanour of Rudolf was most
+strange on this occasion. He had apparently a weight on his mind, which
+seemed to increase with dissipation, when he devoted his time to hunting
+and nightly revels, with a band of choice friends and dependents. Time,
+however, which blunts the edge of the keenest misfortunes, seemed to
+restore him to his former self.
+</p><p>
+Years passed away. Some time before the commencement of this legend, the
+Baron lost his path whilst hunting, and was benighted in the forest.
+After much fatigue, he was attracted by a light amongst trees which he
+found to proceed from a low building. It was in a state of extreme
+dilapidation, though a sort of wing appeared to have been recently
+tenanted. His knocks for admittance not having been answered, he lifted
+up the latch and boldly entered. Nothing greeted his sight save the
+almost extinguished remains of a fire. The apartment was lone and
+destitute of furniture. Having bestowed Hans as well as he could,
+he laid himself on the floor; while he felt an extreme chillness of
+spirits, which he endeavoured in vain to shake off; he was soon buried
+in sleep.
+</p><p>
+He was awakened by a noise resembling the strokes of many hammers.
+He conceived his senses must be wandering, for he found that he was
+at the entrance of the amphitheatre of rocks near the dwelling of the
+<i>solitaire</i>. The same group of figures appeared, and it was not long
+before a voice, which he knew to be that of Heidelberger, slowly
+repeated the following chant:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Woe to him who dares intrude</p>
+<p>  Upon our midnight solitude!</p>
+<p>  Woe to him whose faith is broken&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Better he had never spoken.</p>
+<p>  'Ere twelve moons shall pass away,</p>
+<p>  Thou wilt he beneath our sway.</p>
+<p>  Drear the doom, and dark the fate</p>
+<p>  Of him who rashly dares our hate!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Deceive me once, I tell thee never</p>
+<p>  Shall thy soul and body sever!</p>
+<p>  Under the greenwood wilt thou lie,</p>
+<p>  Nor shall thou there unheeded die.</p>
+<p>  Mortal, thou my vengeance brave,</p>
+<p>  Thou had'st better seen thy grave.</p>
+<p>  Drear the doom, and dark the fate</p>
+<p>  Of him who rashly dares our hate!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Meanwhile the Baron had sunk into a state of insensibility. When he
+awoke from his trance it was broad daylight, and the birds were singing
+merrily around the ruin.
+</p><p>
+After this adventure, the Baron resumed many of his old habits; and
+sought by deeper dissipation to dispel the visions of the past. His son
+was now grown up a sickly youth, and his father's inquietude about him
+was so great that he would not suffer him for a moment to be out of the
+sight of his attendants.
+</p><p>
+The year rolled on without any harm befalling the Baron, and his
+spirits lightened as the time advanced. He had almost forgotten the
+circumstance, when on the day preceding that of the anniversary of the
+adventure just related, a grand hunting party was proposed, it being the
+birth-day of his son. We now return to the situation in which we left
+the Baron at the beginning of this legend.
+</p><p>
+The forest seemed to the exhausted Rudolf, almost interminable, and
+this provoking horn perplexed him sadly. On this night the dreaded
+twelve-months expired. The bare thought made him redouble his speed.
+The darkness seemed increasing, and the flapping of the bats and hoarse
+croaking of the night birds, disturbed by his progress through the
+branches, did not add to his comfort; when to his great joy, he felt a
+strong current of air, and found that he had at last apparently emerged
+from the thickest of the forest. The moon was now beginning to cast her
+"peerless light" over the scene, and Rudolf perceived he was in an
+extensive amphitheatre or opening of the trees, which he could not
+recollect ever having seen before, bounded at a short distance by what
+seemed a small lake, near the centre of which grew a large and solitary
+pine.
+</p><p>
+The moon had now fully risen. Hans who had been flagging for some time,
+fell suddenly lame. From this fresh misfortune the Baron was aroused by
+the well known baying of his gallant stag-hounds. "Aiglette and Caspar
+are not baying after nothing," thought he. He was not long in suspense.
+To his extreme amazement, the identical boar which had caused all his
+trouble and fatigue, appeared closely followed by both the dogs.
+</p><p>
+"Donner et blitzen," exclaimed the Baron, using the first oath that came
+uppermost, "but this exceeds belief." The boar no sooner perceived
+him than he turned upon him with the utmost fury. The Baron hastily
+dismounted under the aged tree, though he was stiff and fatigued, for
+Hans was now utterly incapable
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page279" name="page279"></a>[pg 279]</span>
+
+ of exertion. His sword quickly glanced in
+the moonshine&mdash;"Time was" said he, "when this had been the very pastime
+I desired." The murderous animal attacked him with such impetuosity that
+his well-tried skill failed him, and he was the next moment thrown under
+its feet. The struggle now became desperate, for the animal had no
+common foe to contend with. Before it could wound him with its tusks,
+which seemed of unusual size, it required not an instant's thought in
+Rudolf to draw his dagger from his belt, and the next instant it was
+buried to its hilt in the throat of his adversary. At the same moment
+the tusks of the boar entered his side. Rudolf breathed a few words of
+an almost forgotten prayer, when the animal, uttering a dreadful yell,
+gave a convulsive spring into the air, and fell lifeless, half
+smothering the Baron with its gore.
+</p><p>
+Life was now fast ebbing from the side of Rudolf, when he was aroused by
+the sound of a voice, whose tones even at this dreadful moment thrilled
+through his soul with horror. Enveloped in a thick fog which had been
+gradually spreading around the scene of the combat, he could discern the
+fiend Heidelberger and his charmed circle; with an air of triumph they
+chanted the following lines:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Mortal vain, thy course is run,</p>
+<p>  Thou hast seen thy setting sun&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Told I not true when I saw thee last,</p>
+<p>  That 'ere the circling year had passed,</p>
+<p>  Under the greenwood thou should'st be dying,</p>
+<p>  On the bloody greensward lying!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Deceived once, I tell thee never</p>
+<p>  Shall my victim from me sever&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Thou hast dared to brave our hate,</p>
+<p>  Rashly run upon thy fate!</p>
+<p>  Thou art on the greensward dying,</p>
+<p>  Underneath the greenwood lying!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+The hounds bayed. The moon entered a dark cloud; and, when it emerged,
+its pale beams fell upon the green amphitheatre and the aged tree; but
+there was no one under its shade.
+</p><p>
+The following tradition is still related amongst the surrounding
+peasantry:&mdash;The Baron Rudolf, it is said, was enticed to sign over the
+bodies and souls of his future offspring to the fiend, Heidelberger, on
+condition that the latter would enable him to gain the person and
+possessions of the Lady Agatha. The contract, however, was obliged to be
+renewed at the birth of each child. Should he violate this convocation
+(which he signed with his own blood,) he granted similar power over
+himself; and the legend goes on to relate, that the whole of the members
+of the charmed circle were persons similarly enticed, who were doomed to
+a sort of perpetual labour, being compelled to chisel out their coffins
+in stone, which as soon as finished, were broken in pieces, when they
+were obliged to begin afresh.
+</p><p>
+The consequence of the Baron's non-fulfilment of his convocation have
+already been seen; his son is related to have died childless, and the
+property to have been dispersed into the hands of others, having never
+remained since his death more than two generations in one family;
+apparently blighting all its possessors. And the peasantry aver that the
+noise made by the continual labour of its victims, may still be heard by
+the adventurous at the close of day.
+</p>
+<h4>
+VYVYAN.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.</h3>
+
+<hr/>
+<center>
+<i>On Planting Poor Light Land</i>.
+</center>
+
+<p>
+Besides paring and burning, and trenching the soil previous to making
+the plantation, Mr. Withers, (who received the large silver medal from
+the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, &amp;c. London, for experiments
+conducted on the subject in Norfolk,) spreads on it marl and farmyard
+dung, as for a common agricultural crop, and at the same time keeps the
+surface perfectly free from weeds by hoeing till the young trees have
+completely covered the ground. The progress that they make under this
+treatment is so extremely rapid, as apparently to justify, in <i>an
+economical point of view</i>, the extraordinary expenses that attend it. In
+three years, even oaks and other usually slow growing forest trees have
+covered the land, making shoots by three feet in a season, and throwing
+out roots well qualified, by their number and length, to derive from the
+subsoil abundant nourishment, in proportion as the surface becomes
+exhausted.&mdash;<i>Trans. Soc. Arts</i>.
+</p>
+<center>
+<i>The Air Plant</i>.
+</center>
+<p>
+Prince Leopold has succeeded in bringing to perfection that
+extraordinary exotic, the air plant. It is suspended from the ceiling,
+and derives its nourishment entirely from the atmosphere.
+</p>
+<center>
+<i>Potato Flour</i>.
+</center>
+<p>
+The farina, or meal, obtained from potatoes is now regularly sold in the
+markets of Scotland. It is <i>stated</i> to be quite equal to genuine arrow
+root; but this is quite a mistake, unless the nutritious properties of
+arrow root have been overrated. Sir John Sinclair has devoted much of
+his time to the preparation of the flour; but as we gave his process
+many weeks since, it is not necessary to repeat it here.
+</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page280" name="page280"></a>[pg 280]</span></p>
+
+<h2>
+Kynaston's Cave.</h2>
+
+<div class="figure" style="width: 100%;">
+ <a href="images/338-2.png"><img width="100%" src="images/338-2.png"
+alt="" /></a>
+ </div>
+
+<p>
+We are indebted to the portfolio of an interesting lady correspondent
+for the original of the above engraving. The ingenious draughtswoman
+states the drawing to have been taken during a recent tour; and our
+readers will allow it to be <i>fair sketch</i>. By way of rendering it
+unique, we append the following description from the same fair hand:&mdash;
+</p><p>
+From Shrewsbury to the Ness Cliff, (on the road to Ceriogg Bridge,)
+there is in the scenery little worthy of remark, until we approach
+the latter place, when the cliff on the right hand, and the Brathyn
+mountains (Montgomeryshire) on the left of the traveller, produce a
+very picturesque effect; and the post-house of Ness Cliff commands an
+extensive and lovely view of mountainous and champagne country. At this
+place we were invited to see a curious cave cut in the rock, which was,
+in the sixteenth century, the residence of one Humphrey Kynaston, a
+notorious bandit. This, however, was not his own work, since Ness Cliff,
+having been worked as a quarry, the cave, either by accident or design,
+was wrought by the labourers, and used by them as <i>salle &aacute; manger</i>,
+dormitory, or tool-house, according to circumstances. We proceeded to it
+by a broad rising walk of red sand, delightfully wooded, and presenting
+an enchanting view of the Brathyn and Wrekin, as well as the country for
+some miles round. At the end of this walk is a gate, which opens into a
+small grove; proceeding a little into which, we saw the cave in the high
+red cliff immediately before us. We ascended by a considerable flight of
+narrow and rugged steps cut from the solid rock: the interior of this
+curious place is as black as a coal-mine, and a partition, more than
+half the way across, divides the part where Kynaston used to reside
+by day from that in which he slept and <i>kept his horse</i>, for he had
+actually the ingenuity to make the animal ascend and descend the stairs
+above-mentioned. The robber's initials, and the date of the year in
+which we may suppose he cut them, appear on the partition just opposite
+the entrance. The romance of the place was not a little augmented by the
+appearance of its inhabitant, (a blacksmith,) whose tall, thin figure,
+and whose pale, wild, and haggard countenance, well accorded with the
+singularity
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page281" name="page281"></a>[pg 281]</span>
+
+ of his abode. He read for our amusement and <i>instruction</i>,
+I conceive, a few choice passages from a well-thumbed penny pamphlet,
+purporting to contain the veritable history of the adventurous Kynaston;
+from whence it appeared that Master Humphrey was a gentleman, like "that
+prince of thieves," Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the
+poor, avenging the innocent, and chivalrous where ladies, or the lure of
+plunder, called forth his prowess; that his depredations were numerous,
+even in the face of day, and in the teeth of his enemies; and yet that
+those who admired and sided with him were for a considerable period the
+terror of the whole legal force who were on the alert to seize him. This
+interesting memoir was recited by the son of Vulcan, with an enthusiasm
+and delectable pronunciation, that could only be appreciated by hearing
+it, and was altogether inimitable. Strange! thought I, that this cave,
+once the residence of a robber, should now have become that of a
+<i>forger</i>.
+</p>
+<h4>
+M.L.B.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+
+<h2>
+The Selector;
+
+and
+
+Literary Notices of
+
+<i>New Works</i>.</h2>
+
+<hr/>
+<h4>
+RIENZI.</h4>
+
+<p>
+In No. 335, we gave the outline of the story of Rienzi, principally from
+Gibbon, but interspersed from other authorities. Miss Mitford's tragedy
+has since been represented with considerable success, and published.
+In the preface, we are told, that in addition to the splendid narrative
+of Gibbon, recourse has been had to "the still more graphical and
+interesting account of Rienzi's eventful career," contained in <i>L'Abb&eacute;
+de Sade's</i> Memoirs of Petrarque; and that, "as far as the female
+characters are concerned," the materials are entirely from invention.
+All this may appear well enough for the construction of the drama,
+and the female characters are drawn with peculiar grace and feeling;
+but we do not see why the character of Rienzi should be so essentially
+altered from history as it has been; neither do we think that any
+desirable effect has been gained by this change. In history, Rienzi is a
+master-spirit of reckless and atrocious daring, but in the drama, he is
+softened down to a fickle liberty brawler, and the sternest of his vices
+are glossed over with an almost inconsistent show of affection and
+tenderness. As he there stands, he is rather like an injured man, than
+one who so liberally dealt oppression and injustice around him.
+</p><p>
+Miss Mitford's tragedy will, however, be read with considerable interest
+in the closet, and fully to appreciate its beauties, every one who has
+witnessed it, ought to read it; for many of its "delicate touches" must
+be lost in the immense area of Drury Lane Theatre.
+<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2">
+<sup>2</sup></a> The plot is
+simple, and is effectively told; but as the newspapers, daily and
+weekly, have already detailed it, we shall confine ourselves to a few
+passages, which, in our reading, appeared to us among the many beauties
+of the drama.
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page282" name="page282"></a>[pg 282]</span></p>
+
+<h3>
+PROGRESS OF RIENZI'S DISAFFECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Claudia</i>. He is changed,</p>
+<p>  Grievously changed; still good and kind, and full</p>
+<p>  Of fond relentings&mdash;crossed by sudden gusts</p>
+<p>  Of wild and stormy passion. Then, he's so silent&mdash;</p>
+<p>  He once so eloquent. Of old, each show,</p>
+<p>  Bridal, or joust, or pious pilgrimage,</p>
+<p>  Lived in his vivid speech. Oh! 'twas my joy,</p>
+<p>  In that bright glow of rapid words, to see</p>
+<p>  Clear pictures, as the slow procession coiled</p>
+<p>  Its glittering length, or stately tournament</p>
+<p>  Grew statelier, in his voice. Now he sits mute&mdash;</p>
+<p>  His serious eyes bent on the ground&mdash;each sense</p>
+<p>  Turned inward.</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rienzi</i>. Claudia, in these bad days,</p>
+<p>  When man must tread perforce the flinty path</p>
+<p>  Of duty, hard and rugged, fail not thou</p>
+<p>  Duly at night and morning to give thanks</p>
+<p>  To the all-gracious power that smoothed the way</p>
+<p>  For woman's tenderer feet.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Colonna</i>. He hath turned</p>
+<p>  A bitter knave of late, and lost his mirth,</p>
+<p>  And mutters riddling warnings and wild tales</p>
+<p>  Of the great days of heathen Rome; and prates</p>
+<p>  Of peace, and liberty, and equal law,</p>
+<p>  And mild philosophy, to us the knights</p>
+<p>  And warriors of this warlike age, who rule</p>
+<p>  By the bright law of arms. The fool's grown wise&mdash;</p>
+<p>  A grievous change.</p>
+</div>
+<hr/>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Hatred&mdash;</p>
+<p>  And danger&mdash;the two hands that tightest grasp</p>
+<p>  Each other&mdash;the two cords that soonest knit</p>
+<p>  A fast and stubborn tie: your true love-knot</p>
+<p>  Is nothing to it. Faugh! the supple touch</p>
+<p>  Of pliant interest, or the dust of time,</p>
+<p>  Or the pin-point of temper, loose, or not,</p>
+<p>  Or snap love's silken band. Fear and old hate,</p>
+<p>  They are sure weavers&mdash;they work for the storm,</p>
+<p>  The whirlwind, and the rocking surge; their knot</p>
+<p>  Endures till death.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S TRIUMPH.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Hark&mdash;the bell, the bell!</p>
+<p>  The knell of tyranny&mdash;the mighty voice,</p>
+<p>  That, to the city and the plain&mdash;to earth,</p>
+<p>  And listening heaven, proclaims the glorious tale</p>
+<p>  Of Rome reborn, and Freedom. See, the clouds</p>
+<p>  Are swept away, and the moon's boat of light</p>
+<p>  Sails in the clear blue sky, and million stars</p>
+<p>  Look out on us, and smile.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+[<i>The gate of the Capitol opens, and Alberti and Soldiers join the
+People, and lay the keys at Rienzi's feet</i>.]</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Hark! that great voice</p>
+<p>  Hath broke our bondage. Look, without a stroke</p>
+<p>  The Capitol is won&mdash;the gates unfold&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The keys are at our feet. Alberti, friend,</p>
+<p>  How shall I pay thy service? Citizens!</p>
+<p>  First to possess the palace citadel&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The famous strength of Rome; then to sweep on,</p>
+<p>  Triumphant, through her streets.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+[<i>As Rienzi and the People are entering the Capitol, he pauses</i>.]</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Oh, glorious wreck</p>
+<p>  Of gods and Caesars! thou shalt reign again,</p>
+<p>  Queen of the world; and I&mdash;come on, come on,</p>
+<p>  My people!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Citizens</i>. Live Rienzi&mdash;live our Tribune!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3>
+CLAUDIA'S LAMENT FOR HER HUMBLE HOME.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Mine own dear home!</p>
+<p>  Father, I love not this new state; these halls,</p>
+<p>  Where comfort dies in vastness; these trim maids,</p>
+<p>  Whose service wearies me. Oh! mine old home!</p>
+<p>  My quiet, pleasant chamber, with the myrtle</p>
+<p>  Woven round the casement; and the cedar by,</p>
+<p>  Shading the sun; my garden overgrown</p>
+<p>  With flowers and herbs, thick-set as grass in fields;</p>
+<p>  My pretty snow-white doves: my kindest nurse;</p>
+<p>  And old Camillo!&mdash;Oh! mine own dear home!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+AMBITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Alas! alas!</p>
+<p>  I tremble at the height, Whene'er I think</p>
+<p>  Of the hot barons, of the fickle people,</p>
+<p>  And the inconstancy of power, I tremble</p>
+<p>  For thee, dear father.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S WRONGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>
+<i>One of the Ursini is condemned to death&mdash;his brother intercedes</i>.</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rie</i>. And darest talk thou to me of brothers? Thou,</p>
+<p>  Whose groom&mdash;wouldst have me break my own just laws,</p>
+<p>  To save thy brother? thine! Hast thou forgotten</p>
+<p>  When that most beautiful and blameless boy,</p>
+<p>  The prettiest piece of innocence that ever</p>
+<p>  Breath'd in this sinful world, lay at thy feet,</p>
+<p>  Slain by thy pampered minion, and I knelt</p>
+<p>  Before thee for redress, whilst thou&mdash;didst never</p>
+<p>  Hear talk of retribution? This is justice,</p>
+<p>  Pure justice, not revenge!&mdash;Mark well, my lords,</p>
+<p>  Pure, equal justice. Martin Ursini</p>
+<p>  Had open trial, is guilty, is condemned,</p>
+<p>  And he shall die!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Colonna</i>. Yet listen to us&mdash;</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rie</i>. Lords,</p>
+<p>  If ye could range before me all the peers,</p>
+<p>  Prelates, and potentates of Christendom,&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The holy pontiff kneeling at my knee,</p>
+<p>  And emperors crouching at my feet, to sue</p>
+<p>  For this great robber, still I should be blind</p>
+<p>  As justice. But this very day a wife,</p>
+<p>  One infant hanging at her breast, and two,</p>
+<p>  Scarce bigger, first-born twins of misery,</p>
+<p>  Clinging to the poor rags that scarcely hid</p>
+<p>  Her squalid form, grasped at my bridle-rein</p>
+<p>  To beg her husband's life; condemned to die</p>
+<p>  For some vile, petty theft, some paltry scudi:</p>
+<p>  And, whilst the fiery war-horse chaf'd and sear'd,</p>
+<p>  Shaking his crest, and plunging to get free,</p>
+<p>  There, midst the dangerous coil, unmov'd, she stood,</p>
+<p>  Pleading in piercing words, the very cry</p>
+<p>  Of nature! And, when I at last said no&mdash;</p>
+<p>  For I said no to her&mdash;she flung herself</p>
+<p>  And those poor innocent babes between the stones</p>
+<p>  And my hot Arab's hoofs. We sav'd them all&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Thank heaven, we sav'd them all! but I said no</p>
+<p>  To that sad woman, midst her shrieks. Ye dare not</p>
+<p>  Ask me for mercy now.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+THE USURPER.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  He bears him like a prince, save that he lacks</p>
+<p>  The port serene of majesty. His mood</p>
+<p>  Is fitful; stately now, and sad; anon,</p>
+<p>  Full of a hurried mirth; courteous awhile,</p>
+<p>  And mild; then bursting, on a sudden, forth,</p>
+<p>  Into sharp, biting taunts.</p>
+</div>
+<hr/>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  New power</p>
+<p>  Mounts to the brain like wine. For such disease,</p>
+<p>  Your skilful leech lets blood.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI ON HIS DAUGHTER'S MARRIAGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  A bridal</p>
+<p>  Is but a gilt and painted funeral</p>
+<p>  To the fond father who hath yielded up</p>
+<p>  His one sweet child. Claudia, thy love, thy duty,</p>
+<p>  Thy very name, is gone. Thou are another's;</p>
+<p>  Thou hast a master now; and I have thrown</p>
+<p>  My precious pearl away. Yet men who give</p>
+<p>  A living daughter to the fickle will</p>
+<p>  Of a capricious bridegroom, laugh&mdash;the madmen!</p>
+<p>  Laugh at the jocund bridal feast, and weep</p>
+<p>  When the fair corse is laid in blessed rest,</p>
+<p>  Deep, deep in mother earth. Oh, happier far,</p>
+<p>  So to have lost my child!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+FICKLE GREATNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Thou art as one</p>
+<p>  Perched on some lofty steeple's dizzy height,</p>
+<p>  Dazzled by the sun, inebriate by long draughts</p>
+<p>  Of thinner air; too giddy to look down</p>
+<p>  Where all his safety lies; too proud to dare</p>
+<p>  The long descent to the low depths from whence</p>
+<p>  The desperate climber rose.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S ORIGIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  There's the sting,&mdash;</p>
+<p>  That I, an insect of to-day, outsoar</p>
+<p>  The reverend worm, nobility! Wouldst shame me</p>
+<p>  With my poor parentage!&mdash;Sir, I'm the son</p>
+<p>  Of him who kept a sordid hostelry</p>
+<p>  In the Jews' quarter&mdash;my good mother cleansed</p>
+<p>  Linen for honest hire.&mdash;Canst thou say worse?</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Ang</i>. Can worse be said?</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rie</i>. Add, that my boasted schoolcraft</p>
+<p>  Was gained from such base toil, gained with such pain,</p>
+<p>  That the nice nurture of the mind was oft</p>
+<p>  Stolen at the body's cost. I have gone dinnerless</p>
+<p>  And supperless, the scoff of our poor street,</p>
+<p>  For tattered vestments and lean, hungry looks,</p>
+<p>  To pay the pedagogue.&mdash;Add what thou wilt</p>
+<p>  Of injury. Say that, grown into man,</p>
+<p>  I've known the pittance of the hospital,</p>
+<p>  And, more degrading still, the patronage</p>
+<p>  Of the Colonna. Of the tallest trees</p>
+<p>  The roots delve deepest. Yes, I've trod thy halls,</p>
+<p>  Scorned and derided midst their ribald crew,</p>
+<p>  A licensed jester, save the cap and bells,</p>
+<p>  I have borne this&mdash;and I have borne the death,</p>
+<p>  The unavenged death, of a dear brother.</p>
+<p>  I seemed, I was, a base, ignoble slave.</p>
+<p>  What am I?&mdash;Peace, I say!&mdash;What am I now?</p>
+<p>  Head of this great republic, chief of Rome&mdash;</p>
+<p>  In all but name, her sovereign&mdash;last of all,</p>
+<p>  Thy father.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+CIVIL WAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  The city's full</p>
+<p>  Of camp-like noises&mdash;tramp of steeds, and clash</p>
+<p>  Of mail, and trumpet-blast, and ringing clang</p>
+<p>  Of busy armourers&mdash;the grim ban-dog bays&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The champing war horse in his stall neighs loud&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The vulture shrieks aloft.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+FEAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Terror, not love,</p>
+<p>  Strikes anchor in ignoble souls.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+THE CAPITOL BELL.
+<a id="footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3">
+<sup>3</sup></a>
+</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  It is the bell that thou so oft hast heard</p>
+<p>  Summoning the band of liberty&mdash;"the bell</p>
+<p>  That pealed its loud, triumphant note, and raised</p>
+<p>  Its mighty voice with such a mastery</p>
+<p>  Of glorious power, as if the spirit of sound</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page283" name="page283"></a>[pg 283]</span>
+
+<p>  That dwells in the viewless wind, and walks the waves</p>
+<p>  Of the chafed sea, and rules the thunder-cloud</p>
+<p>  That shrouded him in that small orb, to spread</p>
+<p>  Tidings of freedom to the nations."</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S FALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  And for such I left</p>
+<p>  The assured condition of my lowliness,&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The laughing days, the peaceful nights, the joys</p>
+<p>  Of a small, quiet home&mdash;for such I risked</p>
+<p>  Thy peace, my daughter. Abject, crouching slaves!</p>
+<p>  False, fickle, treacherous, perjured slaves!</p>
+</div>
+<hr/>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Oh, had I laid</p>
+<p>  All earthly passion, pride, and pomp, and power,</p>
+<p>  And high ambition, and hot lust of rule,</p>
+<p>  Like sacrificial fruits, upon the altar</p>
+<p>  Of Liberty, divinest Liberty!</p>
+<p>  Then&mdash;but the dream that filled my soul was vast</p>
+<p>  As his whose mad ambition thinned the ranks</p>
+<p>  Of the Seraphim, and peopled hell. These slaves!</p>
+<p>  These crawling reptiles! May the curse of chains</p>
+<p>  Cling to them for ever.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+LIBERTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  For liberty! Go seek</p>
+<p>  Earth's loftiest heights, and ocean's deepest caves;</p>
+<p>  Go where the sea-snake and the eagle dwell,</p>
+<p>  'Midst mighty elements,&mdash;where nature is.</p>
+<p>  And man is not, and ye may see afar,</p>
+<p>  Impalpable as a rainbow on the clouds.</p>
+<p>  The glorious vision! Liberty! I dream'd</p>
+<p>  Of such a goddess once&mdash;dream'd that yon slaves</p>
+<p>  Were Romans, such as rul'd the world, and I</p>
+<p>  Their tribune&mdash;vain and idle dream! Take back</p>
+<p>  The symbol and the power.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+We can well imagine the effect which Mr. Young gives to some of these
+eloquent passages. They are full of poetical and dramatic fire. Indeed,
+we know of no professor of the histrionic art who could give so accurate
+an embodiment of Rienzi&mdash;as Mr. Young, the most chaste and discreet, if
+not the most impassioned, actor on the British stage. Again, we can
+conceive the force of these lines in the manly tones of Mr. Cooper:
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  I know no father, save the valiant dead</p>
+<p>  Who lives behind a rampart of his slain</p>
+<p>  In warlike rest. I bend before no king,</p>
+<p>  Save the dread Majesty of heaven, Thy foe,</p>
+<p>  Thy mortal foe, Rienzi.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+In reprinting <i>Rienzi</i>, we suggest a larger size; we fear people in
+a second row of either circle of boxes, will find the type of the
+present edition too small; besides, they do not want to be checking
+the performers, or to be puzzled with "stage directions."
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+THE BOY'S OWN BOOK.</h3>
+
+<p>
+The sight of this little book, as thick as, and somewhat broader than,
+a Valpy's Virgil, will make scores of little Lord Lingers think of
+"bygone mirth, that after no repenting draws." It is all over a holiday
+book, stuck as full of wood-cuts as a cake is of currants, and not like
+the widely-thrown fruit of school plum puddings.
+</p><p>
+To begin with the exterior, which is one of the most ingenious specimens
+of block-printing we have yet seen. The medallion frontispiece contains
+the Publishers' Dedication to "the young of Great Britain," in return
+for which their healths should be drunk at the next breaking-up of every
+school in the empire.
+</p><p>
+As it professes to be a complete encyclopaedia of the sports and
+pastimes of youth, it contains, 1. Minor Sports, as marbles, tops,
+balls, &amp;c. 2. Athletic Sports. 3. Aquatic Recreations. 4. Birds,
+and other boy fancies. 5. Scientific Recreations. 6. Games of Skill.
+7. The Conjuror; and 8. Miscellaneous Recreations. All these occupy
+460 pages, which, like every sheet of the MIRROR, are as full as an
+egg. The vignettes and tail-pieces are the prettiest things we have
+ever seen, and some are very picturesque.
+</p><p>
+In our school-days there was no such book as this <i>Justinian of the
+play-ground</i>, if we except a thin volume of games published by Tabart.
+Boys then quarrelled upon nice points of play, parties ran high, and
+civil war, birch, and the 119th psalm were the consequences. A disputed
+marble, or a questioned run at cricket, has thus broken up the harmony
+of many a holiday; but we hope that such feuds will now cease; for the
+"Boy's Own Book," will settle all differences as effectually as a police
+magistrate, a grand jury, or the house of lords. Boys will no longer
+sputter and fume like an over-toasted apple; but, even the cares of
+childhood will be smoothed into peace; by which means good humour may
+not be so rare a quality among men. But to complete this philanthropic
+scheme, the publishers of the "<i>Boy's</i> Own Book," intend producing a
+similar volume for <i>Girls</i>. This is as it should be, for the <i>Misses</i>
+ought to have an equal chance with the <i>Masters</i>&mdash;at least so say
+we,&mdash;<i>plaudite</i>, clap your little hands, and <i>valete</i>, good bye!
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT AND JUVENILE SOUVENIR.</h3>
+
+<p>
+The editor, or <i>editress</i>, (for we doubt whether the former is epicene,)
+of this elegant little volume is the lady of Mr. Alaric A. Watts, the
+editor of the <i>Literary Souvenir</i>. It is expressly designed for the
+perusal of children from six to twelve years old, and is, we think, both
+by its embellishments and literary contents, calculated to attract
+hundreds of juvenile admirers. Indeed, we are surprised that the
+children have been so long without <i>their</i> "Annuals," whilst those of
+"a larger growth" have been supplied in abundance; but, as Sir Walter
+Scott has
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page284" name="page284"></a>[pg 284]</span>
+
+ set the example of writing for masters and misses, we hope
+that our nursery literature will rise in character, and it will not
+henceforth be the business of after-years to correct erroneous ideas
+imbibed from silly books during our childhood. In this task much time
+has been lost. Mrs. Watts is of the same opinion; and with this view,
+"the extravagances of those apocryphal personages&mdash;giants, ghosts, and
+fairies&mdash;have been entirely banished from her pages, as tending not only
+to enervate the infant mind, and unfit it for the reception of more
+wholesome nutriment, but also to increase the superstitious terrors of
+childhood,&mdash;the editor has not less scrupulously excluded those novel-like
+stories of exaggerated sentiment, which may now almost be said
+to form the staple commodity of our nursery literature."&mdash;(<i>Preface</i>.)
+Accordingly, we have in the <i>New Year's Gift</i> three historical pieces
+and engravings, illustrating the murder of the young princes in the
+Tower; Arthur imploring Hubert not to put out his eyes; and another.
+There are from thirty to forty tales, sketches, and poems, among which
+are a pretty story, by Mrs. Hofland; a Cricketing Story, by Miss Mitford,
+&amp;c. There are two or three little pieces enjoining humanity to animals,
+and some pleasing anecdotes of monkeys and tame robins, and a few lines
+on the Reed-Sparrow's Nest:&mdash;
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Only see what a neat, warm, compact little thing!</p>
+<p>  Mister Nash could not build such a house for the king;</p>
+<p class="i2">    Not he, let him labour his best.</p>
+</div></div>
+<p>
+Among the poetry are some graceful lines by Mr. Watts to his son;
+but our extract must be "The Spider and the Fly, a new version of
+an old story," by Mrs. Howitt. It is a lesson for all folks&mdash;great
+and small&mdash;from the infant in the nursery to the emperor of Russia,
+the grand signior of Turkey, and the queen of Portugal&mdash;or from those
+who play with toy-cannons to such as are now figuring on the theatre
+of war:&mdash;
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Will you walk into my parlour" said a spider to a fly:</p>
+<p>  "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.</p>
+<p>  The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,</p>
+<p>  And I have many pretty things to show you when you are there."</p>
+<p>  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,</p>
+<p>  For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  "I'm sure you must be weary with soaring up so high,</p>
+<p>  Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.</p>
+<p>  "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;</p>
+<p>  And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."</p>
+<p>  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,</p>
+<p>  They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,</p>
+<p>  To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?</p>
+<p>  I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice&mdash;</p>
+<p>  I'm sure you're very welcome&mdash;will you please to take a slice?"</p>
+<p>  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,</p>
+<p>  I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise.</p>
+<p>  How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!</p>
+<p>  I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,</p>
+<p>  If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."</p>
+<p>  "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,</p>
+<p>  And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,</p>
+<p>  For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:</p>
+<p>  So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly,</p>
+<p>  And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.</p>
+<p>  Then he went out to his door again, and merrily did sing,</p>
+<p>  "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;</p>
+<p>  Your robes are green and purple&mdash;there's a crest upon your head&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead,"</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Alas, alas how very soon this silly little fly.</p>
+<p>  Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;</p>
+<p>  With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,</p>
+<p>  Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;</p>
+<p>  Thinking only of her crested head&mdash;poor foolish thing!&mdash;At last</p>
+<p>  Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,</p>
+<p>  Within his little parlour&mdash;but she ne'er came out again!</p>
+<p>  &mdash;And now, dear little children, who may this story read,</p>
+<p>  To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:</p>
+<p>  Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,</p>
+<p>  And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+Among the more serious pieces, we notice a beautiful lament of childhood
+by Mrs. Hemans, and a hymn by Mrs. Opie.
+</p><p>
+The engravings, twelve in number, with several little wood-cut
+tail-pieces, are beautifully executed; and altogether, the New Year's
+Gift deserves a place on the <i>cheffonier</i> shelf of every nursery in the
+kingdom.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+We have received several other "Annuals," which we shall notice in an
+early Supplementary Number.
+</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page285" name="page285"></a>[pg 285]</span></p>
+
+<h2>
+SPIRIT OF THE
+
+PUBLIC JOURNALS</h2>
+
+<hr/>
+<h3>
+ALBUMS</h3>
+
+<p>
+<i>North</i>. ALBUMS! James&mdash;these compendiums of wit and wisdom have become
+the greatest nuisances of all civilized society&mdash;&mdash;
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Tuts, man&mdash;what ails ye at Allbums?
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. They have broken that confidence between man and woman, which,
+in our young day, used to form the delight of an acquaintance with an
+amiable and accomplished female. In those happy times, how often have we
+sat in a bright circle of the fair and young, and talked, and laughed,
+in the gaiety of our careless hearts, without fear or apprehension! But
+now we are afraid, in the presence of ladies, to give utterance to any
+thing beyond a remark upon the weather. It is long since we have drilled
+ourselves to attribute smiles and whispers, and even squeezes of the
+hand, to their true source. We see an album lurking in every dimple of a
+young maiden's cheek, and a large folio common-place book, reposing its
+alexandrine length, in every curve of a dowager's double chin.
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Tuts, man! What ails ye at Allbums?
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. No age is free from the infection. We go to a house in the
+country where there are three unmarried daughters, two aunts, and a
+grandmother. Complain not of a lack of employment on a rainy morning,
+in such a domicile and establishment as this. You may depend upon it,
+that the first patter of rain upon the window is the signal for all the
+vellum and morocco bound scrap-books to make a simultaneous rush upon
+the table. Forth comes the grandmother, and pushes an old dingy-coloured
+volume into your hands, and pointing out a spare leaf, between a recipe
+for curing corns, and a mixture for the hooping-cough, she begs you to
+fill it up&mdash;with any thing you please.
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Weel, weel, man&mdash;why canna you oblege the auld body?
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. What right has an old woman, with silver spectacles on her
+long, thin nose, to enlist any man among the awkward squad which compose
+her muster roll? Who can derive inspiration from the boney hand, which
+is coaxingly laid on your shoulder, and trembles, not from agitation or
+love, but merely from the last attack of the rheumatism?
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. But young leddies hae their Allbums, too, as weel's auld
+anes.
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. And even the young ladies, James, presume too much upon their
+power. Is there no way of getting into their books, but by writing in
+their albums? Are we to pay for smiles at the rate of so many lines a
+dimple? If the fair creatures are anxious to shew they can read, let
+them discover it by the tenor of their conversation, and not by large
+folios of quotations from books which every body knows; or if they are
+anxious to shew that they can write, we can tell them they are very
+wrong in having any such wish. I will put it to any man&mdash;are not the
+pleasantest women of his acquaintance, those to whose handwriting he is
+the greatest stranger? Did they not think their adored enslaver, who at
+one time was considered, when they were musing on her charms, beneath
+some giant tree, within the forest shade, "too fair to worship, too
+divine to love,"&mdash;did they not think her a little less divine, without
+being a bit more loveable, when they pored over, in her autograph, a
+long and foolish extract from some dunderhead's poems, with the points
+all wrong placed, and many of the words misspelt?
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Neither points nor spellin's o' the smallest consequence in
+a copy o' verses.
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. Think of the famous lovers of antiquity, James. Do you think
+Thisbe kept a scrap-book, or that Pyramus slipped "Lines on Thisbe's
+Cat" through the celebrated hole-in-the-wall? No such thing. If he had,
+there would have been as little poetry in his love as in his verses. No
+man could have had the insolence, not even a Cockney poetaster, to kill
+himself for love, after having scribbled namby-pambys in a pale-blue,
+gilt-edged album.
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Faith&mdash;that's rather a lauchable idea.
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. In every point of view, scrap-books are the death of love. Many
+a very sensible man can "whisper soft nonsense in a lady's ear," when
+all the circumstances of the scene are congenial. We ourselves have
+frequently descended to make ourselves merely the most agreeable man in
+the world, till we unfortunately discovered that the blockheads who
+could not comprehend us when we were serious, were still farther from
+understanding the ineffable beauty of our nonsense; so that in both
+cases we were the sufferers. They took our elegant badinage for our
+sober and settled opinions, and laughed in the most accommodating manner
+when we delivered our real and most matured sentiments.
+</p>
+<h4>
+<i>Blackwood's Magazine</i>.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page286" name="page286"></a>[pg 286]</span></p>
+
+<h2>
+Notes of a Reader</h2>
+
+<h3>
+LORD BYRON'S FIRST LOVE.&mdash;NEWSTEAD.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Sir Richard Phillips who has been for some months on a Tour of Inquiry
+and Observation through the United Kingdom, has just published his
+<i>First Part</i>, containing Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire, Leicestershire,
+and part of Nottinghamshire. Sir Richard visited <i>Newstead</i>, and was
+hospitably entertained by Colonel Wildman. In his "Notes," on this
+interesting spot, he says,&mdash;"While in this vicinity, I heard many
+particulars of BYRON'S first love, a passion which tinged the whole
+of his future life. Near Newstead stands Annesley Hall, a house as
+considerable and venerable as Newstead itself; and the daughter of the
+owner, Mr. Chaworth, was an heiress of immense fortune, interesting, and
+amiable, but about four years older than Byron. He fell in love with
+her, but she had formed an early attachment for Capt. Musters, of the
+Nottingham militia, whom she married. After she had some children, she
+fell into a low state of mind, and separation was the consequence; but,
+on recovering, she was reunited to her husband, and has since borne him
+several children. She still lives, but has long been in very infirm
+health. The affair forms the subject of Lord Byron's justly celebrated
+<i>Dream</i>, printed with the 'Prisoner of Chillon.'
+</p><p>
+"From the eastern windows of the southern front of Newstead, all the
+scenery of the poem is visible, except Annesley Hall, which lies over
+the cape of which he speaks; but there still are trees, and the high
+point at which he describes the impassioned interview. I read the poem
+with the objects before me, and was overpowered by the sympathies and
+recollections which must be familiar to all men, for most men have felt
+as Byron felt, though few ever portrayed their feelings with such energy
+of thought and language.
+</p><p>
+"Night overtaking me at Newstead, the splendid hospitality of Colonel
+Wildman was kindly exerted, and he indulged a sentimental traveller by
+allowing me to sleep in Byron's room and Byron's bed. Those who admire
+Byron, (and for those who do not, I care but little) will participate
+in the luxury of such a night. The bed is elegantly surmounted with
+baronial coronets, but it was Byron's and I cared nothing for the
+coronets, though all the conveniences of the apartment were delightful.
+</p><p>
+"I will add to these details a fact which will interest many; that the
+dog which Lord Byron reared in Greece, and the grandson of Boatswain,
+having been brought home with his body, is still alive at Newstead,
+cherished for the sake of his master, and respected for his own good
+qualities."
+</p><p>
+We shall return to Sir Richard's "Tour" in our next number; for it
+possesses extraordinary attractions for all classes of readers.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+THE ANNUALS.&mdash;THE LITERARY SOUVENIR.</h3>
+
+<p>
+One hundred guineas is stated to be the lowest cost of either of the
+engravings in "the Literary Souvenir for 1829;" some of them, indeed,
+cost from 150 to 170 guineas each. A circulation of less than from 8
+to 9,000 copies, would entail a loss upon the proprietors; so that the
+expense of "getting up" this superb "Annual" probably exceeds 3,500l.;
+and taking this sum for the average of six others published at the same
+price, and with a proportionate advance for two more published at one
+guinea each, the outlay of capital in these works is from 35 to
+40,000l.
+<a id="footnotetag4" name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4">
+<sup>4</sup></a>
+ This sum would purchase <i>Five Million</i> numbers of THE
+MIRROR, or 80 million printed pages, with 10 million impressions of
+woodcuts!
+</p>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+TRUE CONSOLATION.</h3>
+
+<p>
+A citizen of Geneva having lost his wife, he, according to the custom of
+the country, attended the funeral to the cemetery, which is out of the
+city. Somebody meeting him on his return from this painful ceremony,
+assumed a sorrowful countenance, and in the tenderest manner possible,
+asked him how he did. "Oh," replied the widower, "I am very well at
+present; this little walk has set me up; there is nothing like country
+air."
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+HARD RAIN.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Mr. Rae Wilson tells us, that he saw some huge stones of granite on his
+road to Mecklenburgh, which he says actually seem to have been rained
+there; in which belief he is strengthened by a story in a Philadelphia
+newspaper, of "a spitting of stones, which ended in a regular shower at
+Nashville, in May, 1825!"&mdash;There is seldom a good story without its
+match.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+FRENCH PRISON.</h3>
+
+<p>
+A recent letter from Paris gives the following account of the Debtors'
+Prison, compared with which, it seems, our <i>Fleet</i>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page287" name="page287"></a>[pg 287]</span>
+
+ is a perfect
+Arcadia:&mdash;Each room contains four beds, small, dirty, and damp; so that
+the eyes of the unfortunate inmates become red and inflamed; not even a
+window can be shut to keep out a current of air. If a creditor visits a
+debtor who wishes to be revenged, the latter has only to cry <i>au loup</i>,
+when all parties assail the unlucky creditor, and <i>perhaps murder him!</i>
+Gambling is the great resource of the ignorant, so that frequently those
+who have only a few pence per day to exist on, are obliged to fast
+entirely, having anticipated their allowance; many even pawn their
+coats, and walk about <i>en chemise!</i>
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+NOLLEKENS.</h3>
+
+<p>
+When Nollekens, the sculptor, was at Rome, in 1760, he was recognised
+by Garrick with the familiar exclamation of "What! let me look at you,
+are you the little fellow to whom we gave the prizes at the Society of
+Arts?" "Yes, Sir," being the answer, Garrick invited him to breakfast
+the next morning, and sat to him for his bust, for which he paid
+Nollekens &pound;12. 12s. in gold; this was the first bust he ever modelled.
+Sterne sat to him when at Rome, and that bust brought him into great
+notice.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+INDIAN TRADITION.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Among the various Indian traditions of the Creation and fall of man is
+the following:&mdash;In the beginning, a few men rose out of the ground, but
+there was no woman among them. One of them found out a road to heaven,
+where he met a woman; they offended the Great Spirit, upon which they
+were both thrust out. They fell on the back of the tortoise; the woman
+was delivered of male twins; in process of time, one of these twins slew
+the other.&mdash;<i>Dr. Walsh</i>.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+THE AGE OF THIRTY.</h3>
+
+<p>
+I always looked to about thirty, as the barrier of any real or fierce
+delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger
+ore and better veins of the mine; and, I flatter myself, that perhaps,
+I have pretty well done so, and now the <i>dross</i> is coming, and <i>I love
+lucre</i>; for we must love something; at least, if I have not quite worked
+out the others, it is not for want of labouring hard to do so.&mdash;<i>Lord
+Byron</i>, in 1823.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+COVENT GARDEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Where holy friars told their beads,</p>
+<p>  And nuns confess'd their evil deeds.</p>
+<p>  But, O sad change! O shame to tell,</p>
+<p>  How soon a prey to vice it fell!</p>
+<p>  How&mdash;since its justest appellation</p>
+<p>  Is Grand Seraglio to the Nation.</p>
+</div></div>
+<h4>
+<i>Satire</i>, 1756.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+CROSS TIMES.</h3>
+
+<p>
+When everybody was in suspense in consequence of the vacillating conduct
+of the French government, a gentleman with a determined <i>squint</i>, one
+day approached Talleyrand, and said to him, "Well, prince, how do
+affairs go on?" "As you see," replied Talleyrand.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+CHANGING HATS.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Barry, the painter, was with Nollekens, at Rome, in 1760, and they were
+extremely intimate. Barry took the liberty one night when they were
+about to leave the English coffee-house, to exchange hats with him;
+Barry's was edged with lace, and Nollekens' was a very shabby plain
+one. Upon his returning the hat the next morning, he was requested by
+Nollekens to let him know why he left him his gold-laced hat. "Why, to
+tell you the truth, my dear Joey," answered Barry, "I fully expected
+assassination last night; and I was to have been known by my laced hat."
+Nollekens often used to relate the story, adding, "It's what the Old
+Bailey people would call a true bill against Jem."&mdash;<i>Nollekens's Life
+and Times</i>.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+Napoleon's Roman bed at Malmaison was without curtains, and his arms
+were hung on the walls of the chamber.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY OVER THE BROCKEN.</h3>
+<h4>
+BY S.T. COLERIDGE.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  &mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash; I moved on</p>
+<p>  With low and languid thought, for I had found</p>
+<p>  That grandest scenes have but imperfect charms</p>
+<p>  Where the eye vainly wanders, nor beholds</p>
+<p>  One spot with which the heart associates</p>
+<p>  Holy remembrances of child or friend,</p>
+<p>  Or gentle maid, our first and early love,</p>
+<p>  Or father, or the venerable name</p>
+<p>  Of our adored country. <i>O thou Queen,</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Thou delegated Deity of Earth,</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Oh "dear, dear" England, how my longing eyes</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Thy sands and high white cliffs!</i> Sweet native isle,</p>
+<p>  This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears</p>
+<p>  To think of thee; and all the goodly view</p>
+<p>  From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills</p>
+<p>  Floated away, like a departing dream,</p>
+<p>  Feeble and dim.</p>
+</div></div>
+<h4><i>Amulet for</i> 1829.</h4>
+
+<p>
+We wish a few more of the tourists who are picking their way over the
+continent, would illustrate their books of travels with such noble
+sentiments as are contained in these few lines&mdash;instead of the querulous
+whinings about cheap and dear living, the miseries of our climate, and a
+thousand other ills of the <i>malade imaginaire</i>.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+Madame De Souza used to say that "cleanliness is the excellence of the
+poor."
+</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page288" name="page288"></a>[pg 288]</span>
+
+<h2>
+The Gatherer.</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><p>
+  A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.</p>
+</div></div>
+<h4>Shakspeare.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+RUSSIA AND TURKEY.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<p>
+The following intelligence from the seat of war, though premature in
+some respects, and <i>not quite</i> new in others, may be acceptable to your
+readers, from A.A.A.
+</p>
+<h3>
+ALPHABETICAL ALLITERATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  An awful army, artfully array'd,</p>
+<p>  Boldly by battery besieg'd Belgrade;</p>
+<p>  Cossack commanders cannonading come,</p>
+<p>  Dealing destruction's devastating doom,</p>
+<p>  Every endeavour engineers essay,</p>
+<p>  For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray.</p>
+<p>  Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good,</p>
+<p>  Heaves high his head heroic hardihood;</p>
+<p>  Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill,</p>
+<p>  Jostle John Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill.</p>
+<p>  Kick kindling Kutusoff, king's kinsmen kill;</p>
+<p>  Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines,</p>
+<p>  Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murd'rous mines.</p>
+<p>  Now nightfall's near, now needful nature nods,</p>
+<p>  Oppos'd, opposing, overcoming odds.</p>
+<p>  Poor peasants, partly purchas'd, partly press'd,</p>
+<p>  Quite quaking, "Quarter!&mdash;quarter!" quickly 'quest.</p>
+<p>  Reason returns, recalls redundant rage,</p>
+<p>  Saves sinking soldiers, softens signiors sage.</p>
+<p>  Truce, Turkey, truce! truce, treach'rous Tartar train!</p>
+<p>  Unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine!</p>
+<p>  Vanish, vile vengeance! vanish, victory vain!</p>
+<p>  Wisdom wails war&mdash;wails warring words. What were</p>
+<p>  Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier?</p>
+<p>  Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest,</p>
+<p>  Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr/>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Ye learned, pray say, who dark mysteries unfold,</p>
+<p>  Why razors cut better with <i>hot</i> water than <i>cold</i>.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+Every kind of knife or razor is a fine saw, though we cannot possibly
+see it with the naked eye; and on all the edges of those fine polished
+tools there sticks a kind of resinous substance, which, when put into
+warm water, takes off the same, and makes the razor cut more easy and
+free.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+A father had three sons, in whose company he was walking when an old
+enemy of his came running out of an ambush, and inflicted a severe wound
+upon him before any of the bystanders could interfere. The eldest son
+pursued the assassin, the second bound up his father's wound, and the
+third swooned away. Which of the sons loved his father best?
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+MRS. BILLINGTON.</h3>
+
+<p>
+At a rehearsal of <i>As You Like It</i>, Mrs. Billington, who sustained the
+principal female character, called out in a very peremptory manner,
+"Fellow, bring me my crook." Mr. Simmonds, the property-man, immediately
+replied, "Madam, your fellow is not here." She felt the rebuke, and made
+the request more successfully in more proper language; thus by hook or
+by crook obtaining it.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+Cato the Censor only repented of three things during his life&mdash;to have
+gone by sea when he could go by land, to have passed a day inactive, and
+to have told a secret to his wife.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+"GONE TO JERICHO."</h3>
+
+<p>
+Tradition says that there is more than one place in the county of Essex
+to which Henry VIII. used occasionally to retire with his mistresses.
+One of these was Blackmore, at some distance from Shenfield. The
+manor-house of Blackmore is called <i>Jericho;</i> so when Harry chose to
+retire with his mistresses, the cant phrase among the courtiers was,
+"<i>He was gone to Jericho</i>." Hence this proverb or saying.
+</p>
+<h4>
+HALBERT H.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+HUMBLE, OR UMBLE PIE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+The shanks and feet of a buck being called <i>umbles</i>, were formerly made
+into a pie for the retainers or feudal servants. Hence arose the old
+saying of "You shall eat humble pie."
+</p>
+<h4>
+HALBERT H.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Says Tom, "Your lass look'd like a winter's day,</p>
+<p class="i2">    When last I saw her with the Misses Flirty."</p>
+<p>  "Indeed, you're merry, but tell me pray?"</p>
+<p class="i2">    "Why, then," quoth Tom, "she was both short and dirty."</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h4>
+W.G&mdash;y.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a>
+<b>Footnote 1</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag1">(return)</a>
+<p>From the time of Alcibiades to the reign of Mahommed II.,
+Constantinople has undergone twenty-four sieges.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote2" name="footnote2"></a>
+<b>Footnote 2</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag2">(return)</a>
+<p> Indisposition has as yet prevented our witnessing the
+representation of <i>Rienzi</i>; but we have been told by our play-going
+friends that every scene is listened to with marked attention, and that
+many passages are judiciously applauded. We are glad to hear this,
+because it is strong encouragement for other dramatists, and leads us
+to hope that tragedy-writing may still be revived among us, and that
+with greater success than has attended many recent efforts.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote3" name="footnote3"></a>
+<b>Footnote 3</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag3">(return)</a>
+<p> The passage between commas is omitted in the
+representation, but we know not why.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote4" name="footnote4"></a>
+<b>Footnote 4</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag4">(return)</a>
+<p> The portion of this sum paid for the literary department
+would form a curious item in the records of genius, especially in
+contrast with Milton's five pounds for his <i>Paradise Lost</i>.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>
+<i>Printed and Published by J. LIMBIRD 143, Strand, (near Somerset House,)
+London: sold by ERNEST FLEISCHER, 626, New Market, Leipsic; and by all
+Newsmen and Booksellers</i>.</p>
+<hr class="full" />
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+THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
+
+VOL. XII, No. 338.] SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1828. [PRICE 2d.
+
+
+
+
+Nelson's Monument, at Liverpool.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+In No. 270 of the MIRROR, you favoured us with a correct engraving of
+the Town Hall, Liverpool, and informed us of a trophied monument erected
+to the memory of Nelson in the Liverpool Exchange Buildings. Of the
+latter I am happy to be able to present you with the above view.
+
+The monument, executed in bronze by Richard Westmacott, Esq. R.A.
+is erected in the area of the Liverpool Exchange Buildings, and was
+completed in October, 1823. The subscription amounted to about 9,000l.
+The weight of the bronze of which it is composed is estimated at upwards
+of 22 tons. The figures are in the proportion of seven feet.
+
+On a basis of Westmoreland marble stands a circular pedestal of the same
+material, and peculiarly suitable in colour to the group which it
+supports. At the base of the pedestal are four emblematic figures, in
+the character of captives, or vanquished enemies, in allusion to Lord
+Nelson's victories. The spaces between these figures, on the sides of
+the pedestal, are filled by four grand bas-reliefs, executed in bronze,
+representing some of the great naval actions in which Nelson was
+engaged. The other parts of the pedestal are richly decorated with
+lions' heads and festoons of laurel; and in a moulding round the upper
+part of it is inscribed, in brass letters, pursuant to the resolution
+of the general meeting, that most impressive charge delivered by the
+illustrious commander previous to the commencement of the battle of
+Trafalgar, "ENGLAND EXPECTS EVERY MAN TO DO HIS DUTY."
+
+The figures constituting the principal design are Nelson, Victory, and
+Death: his Country mourning for her loss, and her Navy, eager to avenge
+it,--naturally claim a place in the group.
+
+The principal figure is the Admiral, resting one foot on a conquered
+enemy, and the other on a cannon. With an eye stedfast and upraised to
+Victory, he is receiving from her a fourth naval crown upon his sword,
+which, to indicate the loss of his right arm, is held in his left hand.
+The maimed limb is concealed by the enemy's flag, which Victory is
+lowering to him. Under the folds of the flag Death lies in ambush for
+his victim, intimating, that Nelson received the reward of his valour
+and the stroke of death at the same moment.
+
+By the figure of an exasperated British seaman is represented the zeal
+of the navy to wreak vengeance on the enemies who robbed England of her
+gallant leader.
+
+Britannia, with laurels in her hand, and leaning regardless of them on
+her spear and shield, describes the feelings of the country fluctuating
+between the pride and the anguish of triumph so dearly purchased, but
+relying for security on her own resources.
+
+_Hoxton_. T. WARD.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TAKING OF CONSTANTINOPLE BY THE TURKS.[1]
+
+[1] From the time of Alcibiades to the reign of Mahommed II.,
+Constantinople has undergone twenty-four sieges.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+Mahomet II., soon after he mounted the Turkish throne, resolved to
+achieve some glorious action, that he might surpass the fame of his
+predecessors; and nothing appeared so compatible with his ambition as
+the gaining of Constantinople, and the total subversion of the Greek
+empire, which at that period was in a very precarious condition. The
+sultan, therefore, made vast preparations, which the Greek emperor,
+Constantine VIII., perceiving, he solicited the aid of several Christian
+princes, especially of Pope Nicholas V. and the king of Naples; but they
+_all_, in a most unaccountable manner, excused themselves. Being thus
+disappointed, the emperor laid an embargo on all vessels within his
+ports, so that he added about three thousand veterans of different
+nations to the garrison of his imperial city, which before consisted
+of only six thousand Greeks.
+
+In the spring of 1453, Mahomet set forward, with an army of three
+hundred thousand men, for Constantinople, which city, on the ninth day
+of April, was closely invested by land. The Turkish galleys would have
+done the same by sea, had not the emperor been extremely vigilant, for
+he caused the haven to be strongly chained from Constantinople to Pera,
+having within the chain his whole strength of shipping. The Turks, on
+the land side, erected towers, cast up trenches, and raised batteries;
+from these works they carried on their attacks with great fury, and made
+several breaches, which, however, the besieged repaired with much
+industry, at the same time repulsing their enemies with artillery. This
+unexpected bravery greatly enraged Mahomet, who loudly exclaimed, "It is
+neither the Grecians' skill nor courage, but the Franks, that defend the
+city." Affairs stood thus, when a renegado Christian informed the sultan
+how he might bring part of his fleet over land to the very haven of
+Constantinople. Mahomet, who began to despair of taking the city,
+determined to put the project of the renegado into execution; and he
+therefore committed the charge of it to a famous bassa, who, with
+wonderful labour, brought seventy vessels out of the Bosphorus, up a
+steep hill, the space of eight miles, to the haven of the city. The
+Turks, being thus miraculously possessed of the haven, assaulted the
+city also on that side; but their whole fleet was shamefully routed,
+and ten thousand of their men were killed. Yet this loss, instead
+of depressing their spirits, increased their courage, and on the
+twenty-ninth of May, early in the morning, they approached the walls
+with greater violence than ever; but so undaunted was the resolution
+of the Christians, that they repulsed their assailants with prodigious
+slaughter for a considerable time.
+
+Constantine, however, who had undertaken the charge of one of the city
+gates, unhappily received a wound in the arm; and, being obliged to
+retire from the scene of action, his soldiers were discouraged, forsook
+their stations, and fled after him, notwithstanding his earnest prayers
+to the contrary. In their flight, they crowded so thickly together,
+that, while endeavouring to enter a passage, above eight hundred of them
+were pressed to death. The ill-fated emperor likewise perished. It is
+needless to describe what quickly ensued--the infidels became masters of
+the fine city of Constantinople, whose inhabitants were all,--except
+those who were reserved for lust,--put to the sword, and the plunder,
+pursuant to a promise made previously by the sultan, was given up to the
+Turkish soldiers for three days together.
+
+G.W.N.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+GAME OF CHESS.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+Perceiving in No. 321 of the MIRROR a brief history of the game of
+chess, perhaps the following anecdote will not be found unacceptable
+to your readers:--When the game of chess was first invented, the emperor
+of China sent for the inventor, and desired him to teach it him. The
+emperor was so delighted with the game, that he told the inventor
+whatever he should demand should be given him as a remuneration for his
+discovery. To which he replied, that if his majesty would but give him a
+grain of corn for the first square of the chess-board, and keep doubling
+it every check until he arrived at the end, he would be satisfied. At
+first the emperor was astonished at what he thought the man's modesty,
+and instantly ordered his request to be granted.
+
+The following is the sum total of the number of grains of corn, and also
+the number of times they would reach round the world, which is 360
+degrees, each degree being 69-1/2 miles:--
+
+18446743573783086315 grains.
+
+3883401821 times round the world.
+
+I perfectly agree with your correspondent that China has the preference
+of invention.
+
+G.H.C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH'S VIRGINAL.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+On reading No. 336 of the MIRROR, I saw an account of an ancient musical
+instrument, _the virginal_, stating it to have been an instrument much
+in use in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. That such was the case there can
+be no doubt, for the musical world can still furnish many compositions,
+written expressly for Queen Elizabeth, her majesty being considered a
+very good performer on the virginal. But it is not generally known that
+the very identical instrument, the favourite property of that queen,
+is still in the possession of a Mr. Jonah Child, artist, of Dudley,
+Worcestershire. It is a very fine-toned old instrument, considering the
+many improvements which have been made since that date, and if put in
+good repair, (which might easily be done, it being quite playable in its
+present state,) it would not disgrace the name of a Kirkman, or of any
+of our latest and best harpsichord makers; indeed, it is very far
+superior to any other instrument of the kind I ever heard. The case is
+good, particularly in the inside, which is of exquisite workmanship, and
+beautifully ornamented with (as far as I recollect) gilt scroll work; on
+the keys has been bestowed a great deal of labour and curious taste.
+Each of the sharps, or short keys, is composed of a number (perhaps
+thirty) of bits of pearl, &c., well wrought together. On the whole it
+is an object well worthy of the attention of the antiquarian and the
+musician.
+
+Although a stranger to Mr. Jonah Child, I feel great pleasure, while
+speaking on the subject, in acknowledging the very courteous reception
+I once met with, on calling at that gentleman's house to see the above
+curiosity.
+
+_Hampstead Road_. S.A.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+FIRE TOWERS.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+I perceive by a paper in your interesting little work, that the round
+towers so common in Scotland and Ireland, have afforded the antiquaries
+much room for the display of their erudition, in ascertaining the
+purposes for which these towers have been erected.
+
+Now, if any of these worthy and learned gentlemen were to take a trip to
+Sutherlandshire, in Scotland, they would see the _exact purpose_ for
+which these buildings were erected; it was merely for the purpose of
+hanging the church bell in, as stated by your correspondent, in No. 335,
+of the MIRROR; for there stands at present in the parish of Clyne, near
+Dunrobin, the seat of the most noble the Marquess of Stafford, one of
+the said towers with the church bell hung in it to this day, unless
+removed since last October, the time at which I was there. It stands on
+the top of an eminence, a short distance (about fifty yards) to the west
+of the parish church, and is about twenty-five feet high.
+
+A. GAEL.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+A SUMMER SCENE, BY CLAUDE.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+  How proudly those hush'd towers receive the glow
+  That mellows the gold sunset--and the trees,
+  Clasping with their deep belt the festal hills,
+  Are ting'd with summer-beauty; the rich waves
+  Swell out their hymn o'er shells and sweet blue flow'rs,
+  And haply the pure seamaid, wandering by,
+  Dips in them her soft tresses. The calm sea,
+  Floating in its magnificence, is seen
+  Like an elysian isle, whose sapphire depths
+  Entranc'd the Arabian poets! In the west,
+  The clouds blend their harmonious pageantry
+  With the descending sun-orb; some appear
+  Like Jove's immortal bird, whose eyes contain'd
+  An essence of its sanctity--and some
+  Seem like proud temples, form'd but to admit
+  The souls of god-like men! Emerald and gold
+  And pink, that softens down the aerial bow,
+  Are interspersed promiscuously, and form
+  A concentration of all lovely things!
+  And far off cities, glittering with the pomp
+  Of spire and pennon, laugh their joyance up
+  In the deep flood of light. Sweet comes the tone
+  Of the touch'd lute from yonder orange bow'rs,
+  And the shrill cymbal pours its elfin spell
+  Into the peasant's being!
+                            A sublime
+  And fervid mind was _his_, whose pencil trac'd
+  The grandeur of this scene! Oh! matchless Claude!
+  Around the painter's mastery thou hast thrown
+  An halo of surpassing loveliness!
+  Gazing on thy proud works, we mourn the curse
+  Which 'reft our race of Eden, for from thee,
+  As from a seraph's wing, we catch the hues
+  That sunn'd our primal heritage ere sin
+  Weav'd her dark oracles. With thee, sweet Claude!
+  _Thee!_ and blind Maeonides would I dwell
+  By streams that gush out richness; there should be
+  Tones that entrance, and forms more exquisite
+  Than throng the sculptor's visions! I would dream
+  Of gorgeous palaces, in whose lit halls
+  Repos'd the reverend magi, and my lips
+  Would pour their spiritual commune 'mid the hush
+  Of those enchanting groves!
+
+_Deal_.
+
+REGINALD AUGUSTINE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+THE NOVELIST
+
+A LEGEND OF THE HARTZ.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+  "Still the boar held on his way
+  Careless through what toils it lay,
+  Down deep in the tangled dell--
+  Or o'er the steep rock's pinnacle.
+  Staunch the steed, and bold the knight
+  That would follow such a flight!"
+
+
+The night was fast closing in, and the last retiring beams of the sun
+shed a mournful light over an extensive tract of forest bordering upon
+the district of the Hartz, just as (but I must not forget the date,
+somewhere about the year 1547,) the Baron Rudolf found himself in the
+very disagreeable predicament of having totally lost his companions and
+his way, amidst an almost interminable region of forest and brushwood.
+"Hans," addressing himself to his noble steed, "my old veteran, I must
+trust to thee, since thy master's wit is at a stand, to extricate us
+from this dilemma."
+
+The animal finding his head free, moved forward as fast as bush and
+brake would permit him. They had proceeded in this way for half an hour
+longer, when the Baron at last bethought himself of his bugle, and wound
+a long and powerful blast; but the echo was the only answer he received.
+He repeated the sound with the like effect. Again the Baron lost his
+patience, and "Der terefel--" when all at once his steed made a dead
+stop, and pricked up his ears as at some well known sound. The Baron
+listened attentively, and distinctly heard the blast he had sounded ten
+minutes before, responded by one so exactly similar, though apparently
+at a great distance, that he could scarcely believe the "evidence" of
+his ears. "By the mass but that must be the work of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger himself, for no one in my own broad barony can wind that
+blast save Rudolf Wurtzheim." He shrunk within himself at the very
+thought; for to any one it was rather appalling to meet this being at
+such a place and hour. The recollection of an adventure in these wilds
+which occurred on this very eve, twelve-months previous, now rushed
+vividly to his mind. The concurrence in the date was startling. In
+short, on reflection, he began to think there was witchcraft throughout
+the affair.
+
+He had lost his companions of the chase in rather a singular manner; on
+this afternoon, being unusually unsuccessful, the Baron, while hunting
+a brace of favourite stag-hounds in a dell apart from the rest of the
+field, suddenly struck upon a boar of remarkable size; attracted by the
+cries of the dogs, the Baron spurred Hans to the pursuit, and did not
+reflect that he was pursuing a route apart from the other hunters; and
+trusting to his knowledge of the wilds he so often traversed, he bore
+on with undiminished speed. The boar seemed to have a pair of wings in
+addition to his legs. Suffice it to say, that though Hans chased him in
+gallant style, yet the Baron eventually lost his way in the pursuit,
+partly owing to the doubling of the animal, till both dogs and boar
+completely disappeared from sight.
+
+Entangled in the forest, the evening rapidly approached, a general hush
+prevailed, and all endeavours to recover his track seemed fruitless.
+
+The sun had now gone down for a considerable time, and a mist was
+arising that obscured the little light which the luminary of night
+afforded.
+
+"Mein Gott," exclaimed the Baron, "mortal or devil, he has involved me
+in a very disagreeable predicament, and to avoid him is, I fear,
+impossible." He once more sounded a long blast; again the blast was
+re-echoed after a short lapse of time, though seemingly at an extreme
+distance. "Ah, there it comes again! what if my ears should deceive me,
+and this should be the answering bugle of my faithful Wildstein." The
+thought infused some fresh vigour into him; the low night wind murmuring
+through the trees, reminded him of the importance of every moment, Hans
+and his master pushed onwards through brake and dell.
+
+It will be necessary, however, that we should leave the Baron for
+awhile, and detail some occurrences germane to our tale, and which are
+necessary for its developement. And now as Mark Antony says, "Lend me
+your ear."
+
+Some years before the preceding events took place, there dwelt in a spot
+of the most romantic description, a personage known by the designation
+of Mynheer von Heidelberger. No one had either heard or could recollect
+when or whence he came. Strange rumours were afloat respecting this
+person, and the peasantry crossed themselves with fright if they were
+led near the spot where his dwelling was said to be; and if his name
+was casually mentioned in the circle round the winter's hearth, all
+involuntarily drew their seats into a closer space. Impelled by
+adventurous curiosity, many individuals were said to have visited him,
+for the purpose of obtaining some insight into futurity; for his
+knowledge of the future, and the "things that none may name," was
+reputed to be great. It was also rumoured that some of his visitants
+had never returned.
+
+About this time, by the sudden death of her father, the Baron Ernest,
+who was killed, it was believed, by a fall from his horse while hunting,
+Agatha von Keilermann was left sole and undisputed heiress of his vast
+domains. A prize so great, united to a fair person, caused many suitors
+to be on the alert; but they all met with ill success, being generally
+dismissed rather summarily.
+
+Ambition was always the ruling passion of Rudolf Wurtzheim, whose
+domains adjoined those of the Baron Ernest, and before the death of
+the latter it had also been allied to jealousy of his great power and
+wealth. Not daunted by the ill success of his predecessors, he became a
+suitor of the fair Agatha. He met with a summary repulse. Burning with
+rage and mortified ambition, the Baron bethought himself of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger, of whose fame he had sometimes heard.
+
+At the close of a day far advanced in autumn, he set off to visit this
+being. The howling of the wind as it came in fitful gusts through the
+openings of the forest, formed no bad accompaniment to his thoughts;
+while the indistinct twilight received little aid from the moon, which
+waded through heavy masses of clouds. The Baron, however, was a man of
+daring spirit. He had often been led past the spot, whilst engaged in
+the chase, near which the _solitaire_ was said to dwell:--
+
+  "Vague mystery hangs on all these desert places!
+    The fear which hath no name hath wrought a spell,
+  Strength, courage, wrath, have been, and left no traces!
+    They came--and fled; but whither? who can tell!"
+
+He several times, on account of the uncertain light, lost his track.
+At length he emerged into the rocky scenery of the mountain side, and
+an indistinct light in the distance served to guide his steps. He now
+entered between two rocks of great height; till a magnificent waterfall
+almost blocked up the way. The Baron stepped cautiously forward,
+and after apparently passing through a cavern, the scene opened and
+displayed (for, to his surprise, the light was greatly increased,)
+a wild view, in which nature had piled rock, cavern, and mountain
+together, till the whole seemed lost and blended in one general chaos.
+At the foot, and a short distance before him, were seen a number of
+persons of venerable aspect, grouped on the turf around the vast
+amphitheatre of rocks, and a noise as of many hammers, greeted his
+ears. Attracted onwards by the now distinct glittering light, the Baron
+proceeded boldly to the mouth of what seemed a natural grotto. He loudly
+demanded admittance, the entrance being blocked up with a large stone.
+He was at first answered by a scornful laugh; indeed, as he afterwards
+found, he had entered by the wrong path, and observed a scene, perhaps,
+never displayed to mortal eyes. The stone was at last removed, and in
+the interior he found the object of his search:--
+
+                    He, like the tenant
+  Of some night haunted ruin, bore an aspect
+  Of horrors, worn to habitude.
+
+What passed will appear in the sequel, and the Baron returned just at
+nightfall; while his ghastly demeanour and unquiet eye betokened the
+nature of his visit. It is said many a wild and unearthly peal of
+laughter resounded that night through the mountains.
+
+In three months from that time the lady Agatha became his wife. She had
+suddenly disappeared from her grounds a short time before, and to the
+amazement and wonder of all, returned with the Baron Wurtzheim, to whom
+she was united the same evening. Rumour was busy upon this occasion, but
+the mystery which enveloped it was never dispersed. The lady Agatha,
+however, seemed oppressed with a ceaseless gloom; in a short time she
+devoted herself entirely to seclusion, and in a year after her marriage,
+expired in giving birth to a son. The demeanour of Rudolf was most
+strange on this occasion. He had apparently a weight on his mind, which
+seemed to increase with dissipation, when he devoted his time to hunting
+and nightly revels, with a band of choice friends and dependents. Time,
+however, which blunts the edge of the keenest misfortunes, seemed to
+restore him to his former self.
+
+Years passed away. Some time before the commencement of this legend, the
+Baron lost his path whilst hunting, and was benighted in the forest.
+After much fatigue, he was attracted by a light amongst trees which he
+found to proceed from a low building. It was in a state of extreme
+dilapidation, though a sort of wing appeared to have been recently
+tenanted. His knocks for admittance not having been answered, he lifted
+up the latch and boldly entered. Nothing greeted his sight save the
+almost extinguished remains of a fire. The apartment was lone and
+destitute of furniture. Having bestowed Hans as well as he could,
+he laid himself on the floor; while he felt an extreme chillness of
+spirits, which he endeavoured in vain to shake off; he was soon buried
+in sleep.
+
+He was awakened by a noise resembling the strokes of many hammers.
+He conceived his senses must be wandering, for he found that he was
+at the entrance of the amphitheatre of rocks near the dwelling of the
+_solitaire_. The same group of figures appeared, and it was not long
+before a voice, which he knew to be that of Heidelberger, slowly
+repeated the following chant:--
+
+  Woe to him who dares intrude
+  Upon our midnight solitude!
+  Woe to him whose faith is broken--
+  Better he had never spoken.
+  'Ere twelve moons shall pass away,
+  Thou wilt he beneath our sway.
+  Drear the doom, and dark the fate
+  Of him who rashly dares our hate!
+
+  Deceive me once, I tell thee never
+  Shall thy soul and body sever!
+  Under the greenwood wilt thou lie,
+  Nor shall thou there unheeded die.
+  Mortal, thou my vengeance brave,
+  Thou had'st better seen thy grave.
+  Drear the doom, and dark the fate
+  Of him who rashly dares our hate!
+
+Meanwhile the Baron had sunk into a state of insensibility. When he
+awoke from his trance it was broad daylight, and the birds were singing
+merrily around the ruin.
+
+After this adventure, the Baron resumed many of his old habits; and
+sought by deeper dissipation to dispel the visions of the past. His son
+was now grown up a sickly youth, and his father's inquietude about him
+was so great that he would not suffer him for a moment to be out of the
+sight of his attendants.
+
+The year rolled on without any harm befalling the Baron, and his
+spirits lightened as the time advanced. He had almost forgotten the
+circumstance, when on the day preceding that of the anniversary of the
+adventure just related, a grand hunting party was proposed, it being the
+birth-day of his son. We now return to the situation in which we left
+the Baron at the beginning of this legend.
+
+The forest seemed to the exhausted Rudolf, almost interminable, and
+this provoking horn perplexed him sadly. On this night the dreaded
+twelve-months expired. The bare thought made him redouble his speed.
+The darkness seemed increasing, and the flapping of the bats and hoarse
+croaking of the night birds, disturbed by his progress through the
+branches, did not add to his comfort; when to his great joy, he felt a
+strong current of air, and found that he had at last apparently emerged
+from the thickest of the forest. The moon was now beginning to cast her
+"peerless light" over the scene, and Rudolf perceived he was in an
+extensive amphitheatre or opening of the trees, which he could not
+recollect ever having seen before, bounded at a short distance by what
+seemed a small lake, near the centre of which grew a large and solitary
+pine.
+
+The moon had now fully risen. Hans who had been flagging for some time,
+fell suddenly lame. From this fresh misfortune the Baron was aroused by
+the well known baying of his gallant stag-hounds. "Aiglette and Caspar
+are not baying after nothing," thought he. He was not long in suspense.
+To his extreme amazement, the identical boar which had caused all his
+trouble and fatigue, appeared closely followed by both the dogs.
+
+"Donner et blitzen," exclaimed the Baron, using the first oath that came
+uppermost, "but this exceeds belief." The boar no sooner perceived
+him than he turned upon him with the utmost fury. The Baron hastily
+dismounted under the aged tree, though he was stiff and fatigued, for
+Hans was now utterly incapable of exertion. His sword quickly glanced in
+the moonshine--"Time was" said he, "when this had been the very pastime
+I desired." The murderous animal attacked him with such impetuosity that
+his well-tried skill failed him, and he was the next moment thrown under
+its feet. The struggle now became desperate, for the animal had no
+common foe to contend with. Before it could wound him with its tusks,
+which seemed of unusual size, it required not an instant's thought in
+Rudolf to draw his dagger from his belt, and the next instant it was
+buried to its hilt in the throat of his adversary. At the same moment
+the tusks of the boar entered his side. Rudolf breathed a few words of
+an almost forgotten prayer, when the animal, uttering a dreadful yell,
+gave a convulsive spring into the air, and fell lifeless, half
+smothering the Baron with its gore.
+
+Life was now fast ebbing from the side of Rudolf, when he was aroused by
+the sound of a voice, whose tones even at this dreadful moment thrilled
+through his soul with horror. Enveloped in a thick fog which had been
+gradually spreading around the scene of the combat, he could discern the
+fiend Heidelberger and his charmed circle; with an air of triumph they
+chanted the following lines:--
+
+  Mortal vain, thy course is run,
+  Thou hast seen thy setting sun--
+  Told I not true when I saw thee last,
+  That 'ere the circling year had passed,
+  Under the greenwood thou should'st be dying,
+  On the bloody greensward lying!
+
+  Deceived once, I tell thee never
+  Shall my victim from me sever--
+  Thou hast dared to brave our hate,
+  Rashly run upon thy fate!
+  Thou art on the greensward dying,
+  Underneath the greenwood lying!
+
+The hounds bayed. The moon entered a dark cloud; and, when it emerged,
+its pale beams fell upon the green amphitheatre and the aged tree; but
+there was no one under its shade.
+
+The following tradition is still related amongst the surrounding
+peasantry:--The Baron Rudolf, it is said, was enticed to sign over the
+bodies and souls of his future offspring to the fiend, Heidelberger, on
+condition that the latter would enable him to gain the person and
+possessions of the Lady Agatha. The contract, however, was obliged to be
+renewed at the birth of each child. Should he violate this convocation
+(which he signed with his own blood,) he granted similar power over
+himself; and the legend goes on to relate, that the whole of the members
+of the charmed circle were persons similarly enticed, who were doomed to
+a sort of perpetual labour, being compelled to chisel out their coffins
+in stone, which as soon as finished, were broken in pieces, when they
+were obliged to begin afresh.
+
+The consequence of the Baron's non-fulfilment of his convocation have
+already been seen; his son is related to have died childless, and the
+property to have been dispersed into the hands of others, having never
+remained since his death more than two generations in one family;
+apparently blighting all its possessors. And the peasantry aver that the
+noise made by the continual labour of its victims, may still be heard by
+the adventurous at the close of day.
+
+VYVYAN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_On Planting Poor Light Land_.
+
+
+Besides paring and burning, and trenching the soil previous to making
+the plantation, Mr. Withers, (who received the large silver medal from
+the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, &c. London, for experiments
+conducted on the subject in Norfolk,) spreads on it marl and farmyard
+dung, as for a common agricultural crop, and at the same time keeps the
+surface perfectly free from weeds by hoeing till the young trees have
+completely covered the ground. The progress that they make under this
+treatment is so extremely rapid, as apparently to justify, in _an
+economical point of view_, the extraordinary expenses that attend it. In
+three years, even oaks and other usually slow growing forest trees have
+covered the land, making shoots by three feet in a season, and throwing
+out roots well qualified, by their number and length, to derive from the
+subsoil abundant nourishment, in proportion as the surface becomes
+exhausted.--_Trans. Soc. Arts_.
+
+_The Air Plant_.
+
+Prince Leopold has succeeded in bringing to perfection that
+extraordinary exotic, the air plant. It is suspended from the ceiling,
+and derives its nourishment entirely from the atmosphere.
+
+_Potato Flour_.
+
+The farina, or meal, obtained from potatoes is now regularly sold in the
+markets of Scotland. It is _stated_ to be quite equal to genuine arrow
+root; but this is quite a mistake, unless the nutritious properties of
+arrow root have been overrated. Sir John Sinclair has devoted much of
+his time to the preparation of the flour; but as we gave his process
+many weeks since, it is not necessary to repeat it here.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Kynaston's Cave.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+We are indebted to the portfolio of an interesting lady correspondent
+for the original of the above engraving. The ingenious draughtswoman
+states the drawing to have been taken during a recent tour; and our
+readers will allow it to be _fair sketch_. By way of rendering it
+unique, we append the following description from the same fair hand:--
+
+From Shrewsbury to the Ness Cliff, (on the road to Ceriogg Bridge,)
+there is in the scenery little worthy of remark, until we approach
+the latter place, when the cliff on the right hand, and the Brathyn
+mountains (Montgomeryshire) on the left of the traveller, produce a
+very picturesque effect; and the post-house of Ness Cliff commands an
+extensive and lovely view of mountainous and champagne country. At this
+place we were invited to see a curious cave cut in the rock, which was,
+in the sixteenth century, the residence of one Humphrey Kynaston, a
+notorious bandit. This, however, was not his own work, since Ness Cliff,
+having been worked as a quarry, the cave, either by accident or design,
+was wrought by the labourers, and used by them as _salle à manger_,
+dormitory, or tool-house, according to circumstances. We proceeded to it
+by a broad rising walk of red sand, delightfully wooded, and presenting
+an enchanting view of the Brathyn and Wrekin, as well as the country for
+some miles round. At the end of this walk is a gate, which opens into a
+small grove; proceeding a little into which, we saw the cave in the high
+red cliff immediately before us. We ascended by a considerable flight of
+narrow and rugged steps cut from the solid rock: the interior of this
+curious place is as black as a coal-mine, and a partition, more than
+half the way across, divides the part where Kynaston used to reside
+by day from that in which he slept and _kept his horse_, for he had
+actually the ingenuity to make the animal ascend and descend the stairs
+above-mentioned. The robber's initials, and the date of the year in
+which we may suppose he cut them, appear on the partition just opposite
+the entrance. The romance of the place was not a little augmented by the
+appearance of its inhabitant, (a blacksmith,) whose tall, thin figure,
+and whose pale, wild, and haggard countenance, well accorded with the
+singularity of his abode. He read for our amusement and _instruction_,
+I conceive, a few choice passages from a well-thumbed penny pamphlet,
+purporting to contain the veritable history of the adventurous Kynaston;
+from whence it appeared that Master Humphrey was a gentleman, like "that
+prince of thieves," Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the
+poor, avenging the innocent, and chivalrous where ladies, or the lure of
+plunder, called forth his prowess; that his depredations were numerous,
+even in the face of day, and in the teeth of his enemies; and yet that
+those who admired and sided with him were for a considerable period the
+terror of the whole legal force who were on the alert to seize him. This
+interesting memoir was recited by the son of Vulcan, with an enthusiasm
+and delectable pronunciation, that could only be appreciated by hearing
+it, and was altogether inimitable. Strange! thought I, that this cave,
+once the residence of a robber, should now have become that of a
+_forger_.
+
+M.L.B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+The Selector;
+
+and
+
+Literary Notices of
+
+_New Works_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+RIENZI.
+
+
+In No. 335, we gave the outline of the story of Rienzi, principally from
+Gibbon, but interspersed from other authorities. Miss Mitford's tragedy
+has since been represented with considerable success, and published.
+In the preface, we are told, that in addition to the splendid narrative
+of Gibbon, recourse has been had to "the still more graphical and
+interesting account of Rienzi's eventful career," contained in _L'Abbé
+de Sade's_ Memoirs of Petrarque; and that, "as far as the female
+characters are concerned," the materials are entirely from invention.
+All this may appear well enough for the construction of the drama,
+and the female characters are drawn with peculiar grace and feeling;
+but we do not see why the character of Rienzi should be so essentially
+altered from history as it has been; neither do we think that any
+desirable effect has been gained by this change. In history, Rienzi is a
+master-spirit of reckless and atrocious daring, but in the drama, he is
+softened down to a fickle liberty brawler, and the sternest of his vices
+are glossed over with an almost inconsistent show of affection and
+tenderness. As he there stands, he is rather like an injured man, than
+one who so liberally dealt oppression and injustice around him.
+
+Miss Mitford's tragedy will, however, be read with considerable interest
+in the closet, and fully to appreciate its beauties, every one who has
+witnessed it, ought to read it; for many of its "delicate touches" must
+be lost in the immense area of Drury Lane Theatre.[2] The plot is
+simple, and is effectively told; but as the newspapers, daily and
+weekly, have already detailed it, we shall confine ourselves to a few
+passages, which, in our reading, appeared to us among the many beauties
+of the drama.
+
+[2] Indisposition has as yet prevented our witnessing the representation
+of _Rienzi_; but we have been told by our play-going friends that every
+scene is listened to with marked attention, and that many passages are
+judiciously applauded. We are glad to hear this, because it is strong
+encouragement for other dramatists, and leads us to hope that
+tragedy-writing may still be revived among us, and that with greater
+success than has attended many recent efforts.
+
+
+PROGRESS OF RIENZI'S DISAFFECTION.
+
+
+  _Claudia_. He is changed,
+  Grievously changed; still good and kind, and full
+  Of fond relentings--crossed by sudden gusts
+  Of wild and stormy passion. Then, he's so silent--
+  He once so eloquent. Of old, each show,
+  Bridal, or joust, or pious pilgrimage,
+  Lived in his vivid speech. Oh! 'twas my joy,
+  In that bright glow of rapid words, to see
+  Clear pictures, as the slow procession coiled
+  Its glittering length, or stately tournament
+  Grew statelier, in his voice. Now he sits mute--
+  His serious eyes bent on the ground--each sense
+  Turned inward.
+
+  _Rienzi_. Claudia, in these bad days,
+  When man must tread perforce the flinty path
+  Of duty, hard and rugged, fail not thou
+  Duly at night and morning to give thanks
+  To the all-gracious power that smoothed the way
+  For woman's tenderer feet.
+
+  _Colonna_. He hath turned
+  A bitter knave of late, and lost his mirth,
+  And mutters riddling warnings and wild tales
+  Of the great days of heathen Rome; and prates
+  Of peace, and liberty, and equal law,
+  And mild philosophy, to us the knights
+  And warriors of this warlike age, who rule
+  By the bright law of arms. The fool's grown wise--
+  A grievous change.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Hatred--
+  And danger--the two hands that tightest grasp
+  Each other--the two cords that soonest knit
+  A fast and stubborn tie: your true love-knot
+  Is nothing to it. Faugh! the supple touch
+  Of pliant interest, or the dust of time,
+  Or the pin-point of temper, loose, or not,
+  Or snap love's silken band. Fear and old hate,
+  They are sure weavers--they work for the storm,
+  The whirlwind, and the rocking surge; their knot
+  Endures till death.
+
+
+RIENZI'S TRIUMPH.
+
+
+  Hark--the bell, the bell!
+  The knell of tyranny--the mighty voice,
+  That, to the city and the plain--to earth,
+  And listening heaven, proclaims the glorious tale
+  Of Rome reborn, and Freedom. See, the clouds
+  Are swept away, and the moon's boat of light
+  Sails in the clear blue sky, and million stars
+  Look out on us, and smile.
+
+[_The gate of the Capitol opens, and Alberti and Soldiers join the
+People, and lay the keys at Rienzi's feet_.]
+
+  Hark! that great voice
+  Hath broke our bondage. Look, without a stroke
+  The Capitol is won--the gates unfold--
+  The keys are at our feet. Alberti, friend,
+  How shall I pay thy service? Citizens!
+  First to possess the palace citadel--
+  The famous strength of Rome; then to sweep on,
+  Triumphant, through her streets.
+
+[_As Rienzi and the People are entering the Capitol, he pauses_.]
+
+  Oh, glorious wreck
+  Of gods and Caesars! thou shalt reign again,
+  Queen of the world; and I--come on, come on,
+  My people!
+
+  _Citizens_. Live Rienzi--live our Tribune!
+
+
+CLAUDIA'S LAMENT FOR HER HUMBLE HOME.
+
+
+  Mine own dear home!
+  Father, I love not this new state; these halls,
+  Where comfort dies in vastness; these trim maids,
+  Whose service wearies me. Oh! mine old home!
+  My quiet, pleasant chamber, with the myrtle
+  Woven round the casement; and the cedar by,
+  Shading the sun; my garden overgrown
+  With flowers and herbs, thick-set as grass in fields;
+  My pretty snow-white doves: my kindest nurse;
+  And old Camillo!--Oh! mine own dear home!
+
+
+AMBITION.
+
+
+  Alas! alas!
+  I tremble at the height, Whene'er I think
+  Of the hot barons, of the fickle people,
+  And the inconstancy of power, I tremble
+  For thee, dear father.
+
+
+RIENZI'S WRONGS.
+
+
+_One of the Ursini is condemned to death--his brother intercedes_.
+
+  _Rie_. And darest talk thou to me of brothers? Thou,
+  Whose groom--wouldst have me break my own just laws,
+  To save thy brother? thine! Hast thou forgotten
+  When that most beautiful and blameless boy,
+  The prettiest piece of innocence that ever
+  Breath'd in this sinful world, lay at thy feet,
+  Slain by thy pampered minion, and I knelt
+  Before thee for redress, whilst thou--didst never
+  Hear talk of retribution? This is justice,
+  Pure justice, not revenge!--Mark well, my lords,
+  Pure, equal justice. Martin Ursini
+  Had open trial, is guilty, is condemned,
+  And he shall die!
+
+  _Colonna_. Yet listen to us--
+
+  _Rie_. Lords,
+  If ye could range before me all the peers,
+  Prelates, and potentates of Christendom,--
+  The holy pontiff kneeling at my knee,
+  And emperors crouching at my feet, to sue
+  For this great robber, still I should be blind
+  As justice. But this very day a wife,
+  One infant hanging at her breast, and two,
+  Scarce bigger, first-born twins of misery,
+  Clinging to the poor rags that scarcely hid
+  Her squalid form, grasped at my bridle-rein
+  To beg her husband's life; condemned to die
+  For some vile, petty theft, some paltry scudi:
+  And, whilst the fiery war-horse chaf'd and sear'd,
+  Shaking his crest, and plunging to get free,
+  There, midst the dangerous coil, unmov'd, she stood,
+  Pleading in piercing words, the very cry
+  Of nature! And, when I at last said no--
+  For I said no to her--she flung herself
+  And those poor innocent babes between the stones
+  And my hot Arab's hoofs. We sav'd them all--
+  Thank heaven, we sav'd them all! but I said no
+  To that sad woman, midst her shrieks. Ye dare not
+  Ask me for mercy now.
+
+
+THE USURPER.
+
+
+  He bears him like a prince, save that he lacks
+  The port serene of majesty. His mood
+  Is fitful; stately now, and sad; anon,
+  Full of a hurried mirth; courteous awhile,
+  And mild; then bursting, on a sudden, forth,
+  Into sharp, biting taunts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  New power
+  Mounts to the brain like wine. For such disease,
+  Your skilful leech lets blood.
+
+
+RIENZI ON HIS DAUGHTER'S MARRIAGE.
+
+
+  A bridal
+  Is but a gilt and painted funeral
+  To the fond father who hath yielded up
+  His one sweet child. Claudia, thy love, thy duty,
+  Thy very name, is gone. Thou are another's;
+  Thou hast a master now; and I have thrown
+  My precious pearl away. Yet men who give
+  A living daughter to the fickle will
+  Of a capricious bridegroom, laugh--the madmen!
+  Laugh at the jocund bridal feast, and weep
+  When the fair corse is laid in blessed rest,
+  Deep, deep in mother earth. Oh, happier far,
+  So to have lost my child!
+
+
+FICKLE GREATNESS.
+
+
+  Thou art as one
+  Perched on some lofty steeple's dizzy height,
+  Dazzled by the sun, inebriate by long draughts
+  Of thinner air; too giddy to look down
+  Where all his safety lies; too proud to dare
+  The long descent to the low depths from whence
+  The desperate climber rose.
+
+
+RIENZI'S ORIGIN.
+
+
+  There's the sting,--
+  That I, an insect of to-day, outsoar
+  The reverend worm, nobility! Wouldst shame me
+  With my poor parentage!--Sir, I'm the son
+  Of him who kept a sordid hostelry
+  In the Jews' quarter--my good mother cleansed
+  Linen for honest hire.--Canst thou say worse?
+
+  _Ang_. Can worse be said?
+
+  _Rie_. Add, that my boasted schoolcraft
+  Was gained from such base toil, gained with such pain,
+  That the nice nurture of the mind was oft
+  Stolen at the body's cost. I have gone dinnerless
+  And supperless, the scoff of our poor street,
+  For tattered vestments and lean, hungry looks,
+  To pay the pedagogue.--Add what thou wilt
+  Of injury. Say that, grown into man,
+  I've known the pittance of the hospital,
+  And, more degrading still, the patronage
+  Of the Colonna. Of the tallest trees
+  The roots delve deepest. Yes, I've trod thy halls,
+  Scorned and derided midst their ribald crew,
+  A licensed jester, save the cap and bells,
+  I have borne this--and I have borne the death,
+  The unavenged death, of a dear brother.
+  I seemed, I was, a base, ignoble slave.
+  What am I?--Peace, I say!--What am I now?
+  Head of this great republic, chief of Rome--
+  In all but name, her sovereign--last of all,
+  Thy father.
+
+
+CIVIL WAR.
+
+
+  The city's full
+  Of camp-like noises--tramp of steeds, and clash
+  Of mail, and trumpet-blast, and ringing clang
+  Of busy armourers--the grim ban-dog bays--
+  The champing war horse in his stall neighs loud--
+  The vulture shrieks aloft.
+
+
+FEAR.
+
+
+  Terror, not love,
+  Strikes anchor in ignoble souls.
+
+
+THE CAPITOL BELL.[3]
+
+[3] The passage between commas is omitted in the representation, but we
+know not why.
+
+
+  It is the bell that thou so oft hast heard
+  Summoning the band of liberty--"the bell
+  That pealed its loud, triumphant note, and raised
+  Its mighty voice with such a mastery
+  Of glorious power, as if the spirit of sound
+  That dwells in the viewless wind, and walks the waves
+  Of the chafed sea, and rules the thunder-cloud
+  That shrouded him in that small orb, to spread
+  Tidings of freedom to the nations."
+
+
+RIENZI'S FALL.
+
+
+  And for such I left
+  The assured condition of my lowliness,--
+  The laughing days, the peaceful nights, the joys
+  Of a small, quiet home--for such I risked
+  Thy peace, my daughter. Abject, crouching slaves!
+  False, fickle, treacherous, perjured slaves!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Oh, had I laid
+  All earthly passion, pride, and pomp, and power,
+  And high ambition, and hot lust of rule,
+  Like sacrificial fruits, upon the altar
+  Of Liberty, divinest Liberty!
+  Then--but the dream that filled my soul was vast
+  As his whose mad ambition thinned the ranks
+  Of the Seraphim, and peopled hell. These slaves!
+  These crawling reptiles! May the curse of chains
+  Cling to them for ever.
+
+
+LIBERTY.
+
+
+  For liberty! Go seek
+  Earth's loftiest heights, and ocean's deepest caves;
+  Go where the sea-snake and the eagle dwell,
+  'Midst mighty elements,--where nature is.
+  And man is not, and ye may see afar,
+  Impalpable as a rainbow on the clouds.
+  The glorious vision! Liberty! I dream'd
+  Of such a goddess once--dream'd that yon slaves
+  Were Romans, such as rul'd the world, and I
+  Their tribune--vain and idle dream! Take back
+  The symbol and the power.
+
+
+We can well imagine the effect which Mr. Young gives to some of these
+eloquent passages. They are full of poetical and dramatic fire. Indeed,
+we know of no professor of the histrionic art who could give so accurate
+an embodiment of Rienzi--as Mr. Young, the most chaste and discreet, if
+not the most impassioned, actor on the British stage. Again, we can
+conceive the force of these lines in the manly tones of Mr. Cooper:
+
+  I know no father, save the valiant dead
+  Who lives behind a rampart of his slain
+  In warlike rest. I bend before no king,
+  Save the dread Majesty of heaven, Thy foe,
+  Thy mortal foe, Rienzi.
+
+In reprinting _Rienzi_, we suggest a larger size; we fear people in
+a second row of either circle of boxes, will find the type of the
+present edition too small; besides, they do not want to be checking
+the performers, or to be puzzled with "stage directions."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+THE BOY'S OWN BOOK.
+
+
+The sight of this little book, as thick as, and somewhat broader than,
+a Valpy's Virgil, will make scores of little Lord Lingers think of
+"bygone mirth, that after no repenting draws." It is all over a holiday
+book, stuck as full of wood-cuts as a cake is of currants, and not like
+the widely-thrown fruit of school plum puddings.
+
+To begin with the exterior, which is one of the most ingenious specimens
+of block-printing we have yet seen. The medallion frontispiece contains
+the Publishers' Dedication to "the young of Great Britain," in return
+for which their healths should be drunk at the next breaking-up of every
+school in the empire.
+
+As it professes to be a complete encyclopaedia of the sports and
+pastimes of youth, it contains, 1. Minor Sports, as marbles, tops,
+balls, &c. 2. Athletic Sports. 3. Aquatic Recreations. 4. Birds,
+and other boy fancies. 5. Scientific Recreations. 6. Games of Skill.
+7. The Conjuror; and 8. Miscellaneous Recreations. All these occupy
+460 pages, which, like every sheet of the MIRROR, are as full as an
+egg. The vignettes and tail-pieces are the prettiest things we have
+ever seen, and some are very picturesque.
+
+In our school-days there was no such book as this _Justinian of the
+play-ground_, if we except a thin volume of games published by Tabart.
+Boys then quarrelled upon nice points of play, parties ran high, and
+civil war, birch, and the 119th psalm were the consequences. A disputed
+marble, or a questioned run at cricket, has thus broken up the harmony
+of many a holiday; but we hope that such feuds will now cease; for the
+"Boy's Own Book," will settle all differences as effectually as a police
+magistrate, a grand jury, or the house of lords. Boys will no longer
+sputter and fume like an over-toasted apple; but, even the cares of
+childhood will be smoothed into peace; by which means good humour may
+not be so rare a quality among men. But to complete this philanthropic
+scheme, the publishers of the "_Boy's_ Own Book," intend producing a
+similar volume for _Girls_. This is as it should be, for the _Misses_
+ought to have an equal chance with the _Masters_--at least so say
+we,--_plaudite_, clap your little hands, and _valete_, good bye!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT AND JUVENILE SOUVENIR.
+
+
+The editor, or _editress_, (for we doubt whether the former is epicene,)
+of this elegant little volume is the lady of Mr. Alaric A. Watts, the
+editor of the _Literary Souvenir_. It is expressly designed for the
+perusal of children from six to twelve years old, and is, we think, both
+by its embellishments and literary contents, calculated to attract
+hundreds of juvenile admirers. Indeed, we are surprised that the
+children have been so long without _their_ "Annuals," whilst those of
+"a larger growth" have been supplied in abundance; but, as Sir Walter
+Scott has set the example of writing for masters and misses, we hope
+that our nursery literature will rise in character, and it will not
+henceforth be the business of after-years to correct erroneous ideas
+imbibed from silly books during our childhood. In this task much time
+has been lost. Mrs. Watts is of the same opinion; and with this view,
+"the extravagances of those apocryphal personages--giants, ghosts, and
+fairies--have been entirely banished from her pages, as tending not only
+to enervate the infant mind, and unfit it for the reception of more
+wholesome nutriment, but also to increase the superstitious terrors of
+childhood,--the editor has not less scrupulously excluded those novel-like
+stories of exaggerated sentiment, which may now almost be said
+to form the staple commodity of our nursery literature."--(_Preface_.)
+Accordingly, we have in the _New Year's Gift_ three historical pieces
+and engravings, illustrating the murder of the young princes in the
+Tower; Arthur imploring Hubert not to put out his eyes; and another.
+There are from thirty to forty tales, sketches, and poems, among which
+are a pretty story, by Mrs. Hofland; a Cricketing Story, by Miss Mitford,
+&c. There are two or three little pieces enjoining humanity to animals,
+and some pleasing anecdotes of monkeys and tame robins, and a few lines
+on the Reed-Sparrow's Nest:--
+
+  Only see what a neat, warm, compact little thing!
+  Mister Nash could not build such a house for the king;
+    Not he, let him labour his best.
+
+Among the poetry are some graceful lines by Mr. Watts to his son;
+but our extract must be "The Spider and the Fly, a new version of
+an old story," by Mrs. Howitt. It is a lesson for all folks--great
+and small--from the infant in the nursery to the emperor of Russia,
+the grand signior of Turkey, and the queen of Portugal--or from those
+who play with toy-cannons to such as are now figuring on the theatre
+of war:--
+
+  "Will you walk into my parlour" said a spider to a fly:
+  "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
+  The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
+  And I have many pretty things to show you when you are there."
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,
+  For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+  "I'm sure you must be weary with soaring up so high,
+  Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
+  "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
+  And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
+  They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+  Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,
+  To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+  I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice--
+  I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
+  I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."
+
+  "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise.
+  How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+  I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
+  If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+  "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
+  And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+  The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+  For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
+  So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly,
+  And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
+  Then he went out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
+  "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+  Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head--
+  Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead,"
+
+  Alas, alas how very soon this silly little fly.
+  Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
+  With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
+  Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
+  Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing!--At last
+  Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
+
+  He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
+  Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!
+  --And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
+  To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
+  Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
+  And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
+
+Among the more serious pieces, we notice a beautiful lament of childhood
+by Mrs. Hemans, and a hymn by Mrs. Opie.
+
+The engravings, twelve in number, with several little wood-cut
+tail-pieces, are beautifully executed; and altogether, the New Year's
+Gift deserves a place on the _cheffonier_ shelf of every nursery in the
+kingdom.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We have received several other "Annuals," which we shall notice in an
+early Supplementary Number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+SPIRIT OF THE
+
+PUBLIC JOURNALS
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ALBUMS
+
+
+_North_. ALBUMS! James--these compendiums of wit and wisdom have become
+the greatest nuisances of all civilized society----
+
+_Shepherd_. Tuts, man--what ails ye at Allbums?
+
+_North_. They have broken that confidence between man and woman, which,
+in our young day, used to form the delight of an acquaintance with an
+amiable and accomplished female. In those happy times, how often have we
+sat in a bright circle of the fair and young, and talked, and laughed,
+in the gaiety of our careless hearts, without fear or apprehension! But
+now we are afraid, in the presence of ladies, to give utterance to any
+thing beyond a remark upon the weather. It is long since we have drilled
+ourselves to attribute smiles and whispers, and even squeezes of the
+hand, to their true source. We see an album lurking in every dimple of a
+young maiden's cheek, and a large folio common-place book, reposing its
+alexandrine length, in every curve of a dowager's double chin.
+
+_Shepherd_. Tuts, man! What ails ye at Allbums?
+
+_North_. No age is free from the infection. We go to a house in the
+country where there are three unmarried daughters, two aunts, and a
+grandmother. Complain not of a lack of employment on a rainy morning,
+in such a domicile and establishment as this. You may depend upon it,
+that the first patter of rain upon the window is the signal for all the
+vellum and morocco bound scrap-books to make a simultaneous rush upon
+the table. Forth comes the grandmother, and pushes an old dingy-coloured
+volume into your hands, and pointing out a spare leaf, between a recipe
+for curing corns, and a mixture for the hooping-cough, she begs you to
+fill it up--with any thing you please.
+
+_Shepherd_. Weel, weel, man--why canna you oblege the auld body?
+
+_North_. What right has an old woman, with silver spectacles on her
+long, thin nose, to enlist any man among the awkward squad which compose
+her muster roll? Who can derive inspiration from the boney hand, which
+is coaxingly laid on your shoulder, and trembles, not from agitation or
+love, but merely from the last attack of the rheumatism?
+
+_Shepherd_. But young leddies hae their Allbums, too, as weel's auld
+anes.
+
+_North_. And even the young ladies, James, presume too much upon their
+power. Is there no way of getting into their books, but by writing in
+their albums? Are we to pay for smiles at the rate of so many lines a
+dimple? If the fair creatures are anxious to shew they can read, let
+them discover it by the tenor of their conversation, and not by large
+folios of quotations from books which every body knows; or if they are
+anxious to shew that they can write, we can tell them they are very
+wrong in having any such wish. I will put it to any man--are not the
+pleasantest women of his acquaintance, those to whose handwriting he is
+the greatest stranger? Did they not think their adored enslaver, who at
+one time was considered, when they were musing on her charms, beneath
+some giant tree, within the forest shade, "too fair to worship, too
+divine to love,"--did they not think her a little less divine, without
+being a bit more loveable, when they pored over, in her autograph, a
+long and foolish extract from some dunderhead's poems, with the points
+all wrong placed, and many of the words misspelt?
+
+_Shepherd_. Neither points nor spellin's o' the smallest consequence in
+a copy o' verses.
+
+_North_. Think of the famous lovers of antiquity, James. Do you think
+Thisbe kept a scrap-book, or that Pyramus slipped "Lines on Thisbe's
+Cat" through the celebrated hole-in-the-wall? No such thing. If he had,
+there would have been as little poetry in his love as in his verses. No
+man could have had the insolence, not even a Cockney poetaster, to kill
+himself for love, after having scribbled namby-pambys in a pale-blue,
+gilt-edged album.
+
+_Shepherd_. Faith--that's rather a lauchable idea.
+
+_North_. In every point of view, scrap-books are the death of love. Many
+a very sensible man can "whisper soft nonsense in a lady's ear," when
+all the circumstances of the scene are congenial. We ourselves have
+frequently descended to make ourselves merely the most agreeable man in
+the world, till we unfortunately discovered that the blockheads who
+could not comprehend us when we were serious, were still farther from
+understanding the ineffable beauty of our nonsense; so that in both
+cases we were the sufferers. They took our elegant badinage for our
+sober and settled opinions, and laughed in the most accommodating manner
+when we delivered our real and most matured sentiments.
+
+_Blackwood's Magazine_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Notes of a Reader
+
+LORD BYRON'S FIRST LOVE.--NEWSTEAD.
+
+
+Sir Richard Phillips who has been for some months on a Tour of Inquiry
+and Observation through the United Kingdom, has just published his
+_First Part_, containing Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire, Leicestershire,
+and part of Nottinghamshire. Sir Richard visited _Newstead_, and was
+hospitably entertained by Colonel Wildman. In his "Notes," on this
+interesting spot, he says,--"While in this vicinity, I heard many
+particulars of BYRON'S first love, a passion which tinged the whole
+of his future life. Near Newstead stands Annesley Hall, a house as
+considerable and venerable as Newstead itself; and the daughter of the
+owner, Mr. Chaworth, was an heiress of immense fortune, interesting, and
+amiable, but about four years older than Byron. He fell in love with
+her, but she had formed an early attachment for Capt. Musters, of the
+Nottingham militia, whom she married. After she had some children, she
+fell into a low state of mind, and separation was the consequence; but,
+on recovering, she was reunited to her husband, and has since borne him
+several children. She still lives, but has long been in very infirm
+health. The affair forms the subject of Lord Byron's justly celebrated
+_Dream_, printed with the 'Prisoner of Chillon.'
+
+"From the eastern windows of the southern front of Newstead, all the
+scenery of the poem is visible, except Annesley Hall, which lies over
+the cape of which he speaks; but there still are trees, and the high
+point at which he describes the impassioned interview. I read the poem
+with the objects before me, and was overpowered by the sympathies and
+recollections which must be familiar to all men, for most men have felt
+as Byron felt, though few ever portrayed their feelings with such energy
+of thought and language.
+
+"Night overtaking me at Newstead, the splendid hospitality of Colonel
+Wildman was kindly exerted, and he indulged a sentimental traveller by
+allowing me to sleep in Byron's room and Byron's bed. Those who admire
+Byron, (and for those who do not, I care but little) will participate
+in the luxury of such a night. The bed is elegantly surmounted with
+baronial coronets, but it was Byron's and I cared nothing for the
+coronets, though all the conveniences of the apartment were delightful.
+
+"I will add to these details a fact which will interest many; that the
+dog which Lord Byron reared in Greece, and the grandson of Boatswain,
+having been brought home with his body, is still alive at Newstead,
+cherished for the sake of his master, and respected for his own good
+qualities."
+
+We shall return to Sir Richard's "Tour" in our next number; for it
+possesses extraordinary attractions for all classes of readers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE ANNUALS.--THE LITERARY SOUVENIR.
+
+
+One hundred guineas is stated to be the lowest cost of either of the
+engravings in "the Literary Souvenir for 1829;" some of them, indeed,
+cost from 150 to 170 guineas each. A circulation of less than from 8
+to 9,000 copies, would entail a loss upon the proprietors; so that the
+expense of "getting up" this superb "Annual" probably exceeds 3,500l.;
+and taking this sum for the average of six others published at the same
+price, and with a proportionate advance for two more published at one
+guinea each, the outlay of capital in these works is from 35 to
+40,000l.[4] This sum would purchase _Five Million_ numbers of THE
+MIRROR, or 80 million printed pages, with 10 million impressions of
+woodcuts!
+
+[4] The portion of this sum paid for the literary department would form
+a curious item in the records of genius, especially in contrast with
+Milton's five pounds for his _Paradise Lost_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TRUE CONSOLATION.
+
+
+A citizen of Geneva having lost his wife, he, according to the custom of
+the country, attended the funeral to the cemetery, which is out of the
+city. Somebody meeting him on his return from this painful ceremony,
+assumed a sorrowful countenance, and in the tenderest manner possible,
+asked him how he did. "Oh," replied the widower, "I am very well at
+present; this little walk has set me up; there is nothing like country
+air."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HARD RAIN.
+
+
+Mr. Rae Wilson tells us, that he saw some huge stones of granite on his
+road to Mecklenburgh, which he says actually seem to have been rained
+there; in which belief he is strengthened by a story in a Philadelphia
+newspaper, of "a spitting of stones, which ended in a regular shower at
+Nashville, in May, 1825!"--There is seldom a good story without its
+match.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+FRENCH PRISON.
+
+
+A recent letter from Paris gives the following account of the Debtors'
+Prison, compared with which, it seems, our _Fleet_ is a perfect
+Arcadia:--Each room contains four beds, small, dirty, and damp; so that
+the eyes of the unfortunate inmates become red and inflamed; not even a
+window can be shut to keep out a current of air. If a creditor visits a
+debtor who wishes to be revenged, the latter has only to cry _au loup_,
+when all parties assail the unlucky creditor, and _perhaps murder him!_
+Gambling is the great resource of the ignorant, so that frequently those
+who have only a few pence per day to exist on, are obliged to fast
+entirely, having anticipated their allowance; many even pawn their
+coats, and walk about _en chemise!_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+NOLLEKENS.
+
+
+When Nollekens, the sculptor, was at Rome, in 1760, he was recognised
+by Garrick with the familiar exclamation of "What! let me look at you,
+are you the little fellow to whom we gave the prizes at the Society of
+Arts?" "Yes, Sir," being the answer, Garrick invited him to breakfast
+the next morning, and sat to him for his bust, for which he paid
+Nollekens £12. 12s. in gold; this was the first bust he ever modelled.
+Sterne sat to him when at Rome, and that bust brought him into great
+notice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+INDIAN TRADITION.
+
+
+Among the various Indian traditions of the Creation and fall of man is
+the following:--In the beginning, a few men rose out of the ground, but
+there was no woman among them. One of them found out a road to heaven,
+where he met a woman; they offended the Great Spirit, upon which they
+were both thrust out. They fell on the back of the tortoise; the woman
+was delivered of male twins; in process of time, one of these twins slew
+the other.--_Dr. Walsh_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE AGE OF THIRTY.
+
+
+I always looked to about thirty, as the barrier of any real or fierce
+delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger
+ore and better veins of the mine; and, I flatter myself, that perhaps,
+I have pretty well done so, and now the _dross_ is coming, and _I love
+lucre_; for we must love something; at least, if I have not quite worked
+out the others, it is not for want of labouring hard to do so.--_Lord
+Byron_, in 1823.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COVENT GARDEN.
+
+
+  Where holy friars told their beads,
+  And nuns confess'd their evil deeds.
+  But, O sad change! O shame to tell,
+  How soon a prey to vice it fell!
+  How--since its justest appellation
+  Is Grand Seraglio to the Nation.
+
+                          _Satire_, 1756.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CROSS TIMES.
+
+
+When everybody was in suspense in consequence of the vacillating conduct
+of the French government, a gentleman with a determined _squint_, one
+day approached Talleyrand, and said to him, "Well, prince, how do
+affairs go on?" "As you see," replied Talleyrand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHANGING HATS.
+
+
+Barry, the painter, was with Nollekens, at Rome, in 1760, and they were
+extremely intimate. Barry took the liberty one night when they were
+about to leave the English coffee-house, to exchange hats with him;
+Barry's was edged with lace, and Nollekens' was a very shabby plain
+one. Upon his returning the hat the next morning, he was requested by
+Nollekens to let him know why he left him his gold-laced hat. "Why, to
+tell you the truth, my dear Joey," answered Barry, "I fully expected
+assassination last night; and I was to have been known by my laced hat."
+Nollekens often used to relate the story, adding, "It's what the Old
+Bailey people would call a true bill against Jem."--_Nollekens's Life
+and Times_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Napoleon's Roman bed at Malmaison was without curtains, and his arms
+were hung on the walls of the chamber.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY OVER THE BROCKEN.
+
+BY S.T. COLERIDGE.
+
+
+  ---------------------------- I moved on
+  With low and languid thought, for I had found
+  That grandest scenes have but imperfect charms
+  Where the eye vainly wanders, nor beholds
+  One spot with which the heart associates
+  Holy remembrances of child or friend,
+  Or gentle maid, our first and early love,
+  Or father, or the venerable name
+  Of our adored country. _O thou Queen,
+  Thou delegated Deity of Earth,
+  Oh "dear, dear" England, how my longing eyes
+  Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds
+  Thy sands and high white cliffs!_ Sweet native isle,
+  This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears
+  To think of thee; and all the goodly view
+  From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills
+  Floated away, like a departing dream,
+  Feeble and dim.
+
+              _Amulet for_ 1829.
+
+
+We wish a few more of the tourists who are picking their way over the
+continent, would illustrate their books of travels with such noble
+sentiments as are contained in these few lines--instead of the querulous
+whinings about cheap and dear living, the miseries of our climate, and a
+thousand other ills of the _malade imaginaire_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Madame De Souza used to say that "cleanliness is the excellence of the
+poor."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+The Gatherer.
+
+
+  A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
+                               Shakspeare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+RUSSIA AND TURKEY.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+The following intelligence from the seat of war, though premature in
+some respects, and _not quite_ new in others, may be acceptable to your
+readers, from A.A.A.
+
+
+ALPHABETICAL ALLITERATION.
+
+  An awful army, artfully array'd,
+  Boldly by battery besieg'd Belgrade;
+  Cossack commanders cannonading come,
+  Dealing destruction's devastating doom,
+  Every endeavour engineers essay,
+  For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray.
+  Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good,
+  Heaves high his head heroic hardihood;
+  Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill,
+  Jostle John Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill.
+  Kick kindling Kutusoff, king's kinsmen kill;
+  Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines,
+  Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murd'rous mines.
+  Now nightfall's near, now needful nature nods,
+  Oppos'd, opposing, overcoming odds.
+  Poor peasants, partly purchas'd, partly press'd,
+  Quite quaking, "Quarter!--quarter!" quickly 'quest.
+  Reason returns, recalls redundant rage,
+  Saves sinking soldiers, softens signiors sage.
+  Truce, Turkey, truce! truce, treach'rous Tartar train!
+  Unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine!
+  Vanish, vile vengeance! vanish, victory vain!
+  Wisdom wails war--wails warring words. What were
+  Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier?
+  Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest,
+  Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Ye learned, pray say, who dark mysteries unfold,
+  Why razors cut better with _hot_ water than _cold_.
+
+Every kind of knife or razor is a fine saw, though we cannot possibly
+see it with the naked eye; and on all the edges of those fine polished
+tools there sticks a kind of resinous substance, which, when put into
+warm water, takes off the same, and makes the razor cut more easy and
+free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A father had three sons, in whose company he was walking when an old
+enemy of his came running out of an ambush, and inflicted a severe wound
+upon him before any of the bystanders could interfere. The eldest son
+pursued the assassin, the second bound up his father's wound, and the
+third swooned away. Which of the sons loved his father best?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MRS. BILLINGTON.
+
+
+At a rehearsal of _As You Like It_, Mrs. Billington, who sustained the
+principal female character, called out in a very peremptory manner,
+"Fellow, bring me my crook." Mr. Simmonds, the property-man, immediately
+replied, "Madam, your fellow is not here." She felt the rebuke, and made
+the request more successfully in more proper language; thus by hook or
+by crook obtaining it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cato the Censor only repented of three things during his life--to have
+gone by sea when he could go by land, to have passed a day inactive, and
+to have told a secret to his wife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+"GONE TO JERICHO."
+
+
+Tradition says that there is more than one place in the county of Essex
+to which Henry VIII. used occasionally to retire with his mistresses.
+One of these was Blackmore, at some distance from Shenfield. The
+manor-house of Blackmore is called _Jericho;_ so when Harry chose to
+retire with his mistresses, the cant phrase among the courtiers was,
+"_He was gone to Jericho_." Hence this proverb or saying.
+
+HALBERT H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HUMBLE, OR UMBLE PIE.
+
+
+The shanks and feet of a buck being called _umbles_, were formerly made
+into a pie for the retainers or feudal servants. Hence arose the old
+saying of "You shall eat humble pie."
+
+HALBERT H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Says Tom, "Your lass look'd like a winter's day,
+    When last I saw her with the Misses Flirty."
+  "Indeed, you're merry, but tell me pray?"
+    "Why, then," quoth Tom, "she was both short and dirty."
+
+W. G--y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_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_.
+
+
+
+
+
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+Title: The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction
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+ <hr class="full" />
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page273" name="page273"></a>[pg 273]</span>
+
+  <h1>THE MIRROR<br />
+  OF<br />
+  LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.</h1>
+  <hr class="full" />
+
+  <table width="100%" summary="Banner">
+    <tr>
+      <td align="left"><b>Vol. XII. No. 338.</b></td>
+      <td align="center"><b>SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1828.</b></td>
+      <td align="right"><b>[PRICE 2d.</b></td>
+    </tr>
+  </table>
+  <hr class="full" />
+
+<h2>
+Nelson's Monument, at Liverpool.</h2>
+
+<div class="figure" style="width: 100%;">
+ <a href="images/338-1.png"><img width="100%" src="images/338-1.png"
+alt="" /></a>
+ </div>
+
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)
+</h4>
+<p>
+In No. 270 of the MIRROR, you favoured us with a correct engraving of
+the Town Hall, Liverpool, and informed us of a trophied monument erected
+to the memory of Nelson in the Liverpool Exchange Buildings. Of the
+latter I am happy to be able to present you with the above view.
+</p><p>
+The monument, executed in bronze by Richard Westmacott, Esq. R.A.
+is erected in the area of the Liverpool Exchange Buildings, and was
+completed in October, 1823. The subscription amounted to about 9,000l.
+The weight of the bronze of which it is composed is estimated at upwards
+of 22 tons. The figures are in the proportion of seven feet.
+</p><p>
+On a basis of Westmoreland marble stands a circular pedestal of the same
+material, and peculiarly suitable in colour to the group which it
+supports. At the base of the pedestal are four emblematic figures, in
+the character of captives, or vanquished enemies, in allusion to Lord
+Nelson's victories. The spaces between these figures, on the sides of
+the pedestal, are filled by four grand bas-reliefs, executed in bronze,
+representing some of the great naval actions in which Nelson was
+engaged. The other parts of the pedestal are richly decorated with
+lions' heads and festoons of laurel; and in a moulding round the upper
+part of it is inscribed, in brass letters, pursuant to the resolution
+of
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page274" name="page274"></a>[pg 274]</span>
+
+ the general meeting, that most impressive charge delivered by the
+illustrious commander previous to the commencement of the battle of
+Trafalgar, "ENGLAND EXPECTS EVERY MAN TO DO HIS DUTY."
+</p><p>
+The figures constituting the principal design are Nelson, Victory, and
+Death: his Country mourning for her loss, and her Navy, eager to avenge
+it,&mdash;naturally claim a place in the group.
+</p><p>
+The principal figure is the Admiral, resting one foot on a conquered
+enemy, and the other on a cannon. With an eye stedfast and upraised to
+Victory, he is receiving from her a fourth naval crown upon his sword,
+which, to indicate the loss of his right arm, is held in his left hand.
+The maimed limb is concealed by the enemy's flag, which Victory is
+lowering to him. Under the folds of the flag Death lies in ambush for
+his victim, intimating, that Nelson received the reward of his valour
+and the stroke of death at the same moment.
+</p><p>
+By the figure of an exasperated British seaman is represented the zeal
+of the navy to wreak vengeance on the enemies who robbed England of her
+gallant leader.
+</p><p>
+Britannia, with laurels in her hand, and leaning regardless of them on
+her spear and shield, describes the feelings of the country fluctuating
+between the pride and the anguish of triumph so dearly purchased, but
+relying for security on her own resources.
+</p>
+<h4>
+<i>Hoxton</i>. T. WARD.
+</h4>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h3>
+TAKING OF CONSTANTINOPLE BY THE TURKS.
+<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1">
+<sup>1</sup></a>
+</h3>
+
+
+
+<h4>
+(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<p>
+Mahomet II., soon after he mounted the Turkish throne, resolved to
+achieve some glorious action, that he might surpass the fame of his
+predecessors; and nothing appeared so compatible with his ambition as
+the gaining of Constantinople, and the total subversion of the Greek
+empire, which at that period was in a very precarious condition. The
+sultan, therefore, made vast preparations, which the Greek emperor,
+Constantine VIII., perceiving, he solicited the aid of several Christian
+princes, especially of Pope Nicholas V. and the king of Naples; but they
+<i>all</i>, in a most unaccountable manner, excused themselves. Being thus
+disappointed, the emperor laid an embargo on all vessels within his
+ports, so that he added about three thousand veterans of different
+nations to the garrison of his imperial city, which before consisted
+of only six thousand Greeks.
+</p><p>
+In the spring of 1453, Mahomet set forward, with an army of three
+hundred thousand men, for Constantinople, which city, on the ninth day
+of April, was closely invested by land. The Turkish galleys would have
+done the same by sea, had not the emperor been extremely vigilant, for
+he caused the haven to be strongly chained from Constantinople to Pera,
+having within the chain his whole strength of shipping. The Turks, on
+the land side, erected towers, cast up trenches, and raised batteries;
+from these works they carried on their attacks with great fury, and made
+several breaches, which, however, the besieged repaired with much
+industry, at the same time repulsing their enemies with artillery. This
+unexpected bravery greatly enraged Mahomet, who loudly exclaimed, "It is
+neither the Grecians' skill nor courage, but the Franks, that defend the
+city." Affairs stood thus, when a renegado Christian informed the sultan
+how he might bring part of his fleet over land to the very haven of
+Constantinople. Mahomet, who began to despair of taking the city,
+determined to put the project of the renegado into execution; and he
+therefore committed the charge of it to a famous bassa, who, with
+wonderful labour, brought seventy vessels out of the Bosphorus, up a
+steep hill, the space of eight miles, to the haven of the city. The
+Turks, being thus miraculously possessed of the haven, assaulted the
+city also on that side; but their whole fleet was shamefully routed,
+and ten thousand of their men were killed. Yet this loss, instead
+of depressing their spirits, increased their courage, and on the
+twenty-ninth of May, early in the morning, they approached the walls
+with greater violence than ever; but so undaunted was the resolution
+of the Christians, that they repulsed their assailants with prodigious
+slaughter for a considerable time.
+</p><p>
+Constantine, however, who had undertaken the charge of one of the city
+gates, unhappily received a wound in the arm; and, being obliged to
+retire from the scene of action, his soldiers were discouraged, forsook
+their stations, and fled after him, notwithstanding his earnest prayers
+to the contrary. In their flight, they crowded so thickly together,
+that, while endeavouring to enter a passage, above eight hundred of them
+were pressed to death. The ill-fated emperor likewise perished. It is
+needless to describe what quickly ensued&mdash;the infidels became masters of
+the fine city of Constantinople, whose inhabitants were all,&mdash;except
+those who were reserved for lust,&mdash;put to the sword,
+
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page275" name="page275"></a>[pg 275]</span>
+
+ and the plunder,
+pursuant to a promise made previously by the sultan, was given up to the
+Turkish soldiers for three days together.
+</p>
+<h4>
+G.W.N.
+</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+GAME OF CHESS.</h3>
+
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<p>
+Perceiving in No. 321 of the MIRROR a brief history of the game of
+chess, perhaps the following anecdote will not be found unacceptable
+to your readers:&mdash;When the game of chess was first invented, the emperor
+of China sent for the inventor, and desired him to teach it him. The
+emperor was so delighted with the game, that he told the inventor
+whatever he should demand should be given him as a remuneration for his
+discovery. To which he replied, that if his majesty would but give him a
+grain of corn for the first square of the chess-board, and keep doubling
+it every check until he arrived at the end, he would be satisfied. At
+first the emperor was astonished at what he thought the man's modesty,
+and instantly ordered his request to be granted.
+</p><p>
+The following is the sum total of the number of grains of corn, and also
+the number of times they would reach round the world, which is 360
+degrees, each degree being 69-1/2 miles:&mdash;
+</p><p>
+18446743573783086315 grains.
+</p><p>
+3883401821 times round the world.
+</p><p>
+I perfectly agree with your correspondent that China has the preference
+of invention.
+</p>
+<h4>
+G.H.C.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+QUEEN ELIZABETH'S VIRGINAL.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)
+</h4>
+<p>
+On reading No. 336 of the MIRROR, I saw an account of an ancient musical
+instrument, <i>the virginal</i>, stating it to have been an instrument much
+in use in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. That such was the case there can
+be no doubt, for the musical world can still furnish many compositions,
+written expressly for Queen Elizabeth, her majesty being considered a
+very good performer on the virginal. But it is not generally known that
+the very identical instrument, the favourite property of that queen,
+is still in the possession of a Mr. Jonah Child, artist, of Dudley,
+Worcestershire. It is a very fine-toned old instrument, considering the
+many improvements which have been made since that date, and if put in
+good repair, (which might easily be done, it being quite playable in its
+present state,) it would not disgrace the name of a Kirkman, or of any
+of our latest and best harpsichord makers; indeed, it is very far
+superior to any other instrument of the kind I ever heard. The case is
+good, particularly in the inside, which is of exquisite workmanship, and
+beautifully ornamented with (as far as I recollect) gilt scroll work; on
+the keys has been bestowed a great deal of labour and curious taste.
+Each of the sharps, or short keys, is composed of a number (perhaps
+thirty) of bits of pearl, &amp;c., well wrought together. On the whole it
+is an object well worthy of the attention of the antiquarian and the
+musician.
+</p><p>
+Although a stranger to Mr. Jonah Child, I feel great pleasure, while
+speaking on the subject, in acknowledging the very courteous reception
+I once met with, on calling at that gentleman's house to see the above
+curiosity.
+</p><h4>
+<i>Hampstead Road</i>. S.A.
+</h4>
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+FIRE TOWERS.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)
+</h4>
+
+<p>
+I perceive by a paper in your interesting little work, that the round
+towers so common in Scotland and Ireland, have afforded the antiquaries
+much room for the display of their erudition, in ascertaining the
+purposes for which these towers have been erected.
+</p><p>
+Now, if any of these worthy and learned gentlemen were to take a trip to
+Sutherlandshire, in Scotland, they would see the <i>exact purpose</i> for
+which these buildings were erected; it was merely for the purpose of
+hanging the church bell in, as stated by your correspondent, in No. 335,
+of the MIRROR; for there stands at present in the parish of Clyne, near
+Dunrobin, the seat of the most noble the Marquess of Stafford, one of
+the said towers with the church bell hung in it to this day, unless
+removed since last October, the time at which I was there. It stands on
+the top of an eminence, a short distance (about fifty yards) to the west
+of the parish church, and is about twenty-five feet high.
+</p><h4>
+A. GAEL.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+A SUMMER SCENE, BY CLAUDE.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<div class="poem">
+ <div class="stanza">
+<p>  How proudly those hush'd towers receive the glow</p>
+<p>  That mellows the gold sunset&mdash;and the trees,</p>
+<p>  Clasping with their deep belt the festal hills,</p>
+<p>  Are ting'd with summer-beauty; the rich waves</p>
+<p>  Swell out their hymn o'er shells and sweet blue flow'rs,</p>
+<p>  And haply the pure seamaid, wandering by,</p>
+<p>  Dips in them her soft tresses. The calm sea,</p>
+<p>  Floating in its magnificence, is seen</p>
+<p>  Like an elysian isle, whose sapphire depths</p>
+<p>  Entranc'd the Arabian poets! In the west,</p>
+<p>  The clouds blend their harmonious pageantry</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page276" name="page276"></a>[pg 276]</span>
+<p>  With the descending sun-orb; some appear</p>
+<p>  Like Jove's immortal bird, whose eyes contain'd</p>
+<p>  An essence of its sanctity&mdash;and some</p>
+<p>  Seem like proud temples, form'd but to admit</p>
+<p>  The souls of god-like men! Emerald and gold</p>
+<p>  And pink, that softens down the aerial bow,</p>
+<p>  Are interspersed promiscuously, and form</p>
+<p>  A concentration of all lovely things!</p>
+<p>  And far off cities, glittering with the pomp</p>
+<p>  Of spire and pennon, laugh their joyance up</p>
+<p>  In the deep flood of light. Sweet comes the tone</p>
+<p>  Of the touch'd lute from yonder orange bow'rs,</p>
+<p>  And the shrill cymbal pours its elfin spell</p>
+<p>  Into the peasant's being!</p>
+<p class="i8">                            A sublime</p>
+<p>  And fervid mind was <i>his</i>, whose pencil trac'd</p>
+<p>  The grandeur of this scene! Oh! matchless Claude!</p>
+<p>  Around the painter's mastery thou hast thrown</p>
+<p>  An halo of surpassing loveliness!</p>
+<p>  Gazing on thy proud works, we mourn the curse</p>
+<p>  Which 'reft our race of Eden, for from thee,</p>
+<p>  As from a seraph's wing, we catch the hues</p>
+<p>  That sunn'd our primal heritage ere sin</p>
+<p>  Weav'd her dark oracles. With thee, sweet Claude!</p>
+<p>  <i>Thee!</i> and blind Maeonides would I dwell</p>
+<p>  By streams that gush out richness; there should be</p>
+<p>  Tones that entrance, and forms more exquisite</p>
+<p>  Than throng the sculptor's visions! I would dream</p>
+<p>  Of gorgeous palaces, in whose lit halls</p>
+<p>  Repos'd the reverend magi, and my lips</p>
+<p>  Would pour their spiritual commune 'mid the hush</p>
+<p>  Of those enchanting groves!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<h4>
+<i>Deal</i>.
+
+REGINALD AUGUSTINE.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+
+<h2>
+THE NOVELIST</h2>
+<h3>
+A LEGEND OF THE HARTZ.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>For the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Still the boar held on his way</p>
+<p>  Careless through what toils it lay,</p>
+<p>  Down deep in the tangled dell&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Or o'er the steep rock's pinnacle.</p>
+<p>  Staunch the steed, and bold the knight</p>
+<p>  That would follow such a flight!"</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+The night was fast closing in, and the last retiring beams of the sun
+shed a mournful light over an extensive tract of forest bordering upon
+the district of the Hartz, just as (but I must not forget the date,
+somewhere about the year 1547,) the Baron Rudolf found himself in the
+very disagreeable predicament of having totally lost his companions and
+his way, amidst an almost interminable region of forest and brushwood.
+"Hans," addressing himself to his noble steed, "my old veteran, I must
+trust to thee, since thy master's wit is at a stand, to extricate us
+from this dilemma."
+</p><p>
+The animal finding his head free, moved forward as fast as bush and
+brake would permit him. They had proceeded in this way for half an hour
+longer, when the Baron at last bethought himself of his bugle, and wound
+a long and powerful blast; but the echo was the only answer he received.
+He repeated the sound with the like effect. Again the Baron lost his
+patience, and "Der terefel&mdash;" when all at once his steed made a dead
+stop, and pricked up his ears as at some well known sound. The Baron
+listened attentively, and distinctly heard the blast he had sounded ten
+minutes before, responded by one so exactly similar, though apparently
+at a great distance, that he could scarcely believe the "evidence" of
+his ears. "By the mass but that must be the work of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger himself, for no one in my own broad barony can wind that
+blast save Rudolf Wurtzheim." He shrunk within himself at the very
+thought; for to any one it was rather appalling to meet this being at
+such a place and hour. The recollection of an adventure in these wilds
+which occurred on this very eve, twelve-months previous, now rushed
+vividly to his mind. The concurrence in the date was startling. In
+short, on reflection, he began to think there was witchcraft throughout
+the affair.
+</p><p>
+He had lost his companions of the chase in rather a singular manner; on
+this afternoon, being unusually unsuccessful, the Baron, while hunting
+a brace of favourite stag-hounds in a dell apart from the rest of the
+field, suddenly struck upon a boar of remarkable size; attracted by the
+cries of the dogs, the Baron spurred Hans to the pursuit, and did not
+reflect that he was pursuing a route apart from the other hunters; and
+trusting to his knowledge of the wilds he so often traversed, he bore
+on with undiminished speed. The boar seemed to have a pair of wings in
+addition to his legs. Suffice it to say, that though Hans chased him in
+gallant style, yet the Baron eventually lost his way in the pursuit,
+partly owing to the doubling of the animal, till both dogs and boar
+completely disappeared from sight.
+</p><p>
+Entangled in the forest, the evening rapidly approached, a general hush
+prevailed, and all endeavours to recover his track seemed fruitless.
+</p><p>
+The sun had now gone down for a considerable time, and a mist was
+arising that obscured the little light which the luminary of night
+afforded.
+</p><p>
+"Mein Gott," exclaimed the Baron, "mortal or devil, he has involved me
+in a very disagreeable predicament, and to avoid him is, I fear,
+impossible." He once more sounded a long blast; again
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page277" name="page277"></a>[pg 277]</span>
+
+ the blast was
+re-echoed after a short lapse of time, though seemingly at an extreme
+distance. "Ah, there it comes again! what if my ears should deceive me,
+and this should be the answering bugle of my faithful Wildstein." The
+thought infused some fresh vigour into him; the low night wind murmuring
+through the trees, reminded him of the importance of every moment, Hans
+and his master pushed onwards through brake and dell.
+</p><p>
+It will be necessary, however, that we should leave the Baron for
+awhile, and detail some occurrences germane to our tale, and which are
+necessary for its developement. And now as Mark Antony says, "Lend me
+your ear."
+</p><p>
+Some years before the preceding events took place, there dwelt in a spot
+of the most romantic description, a personage known by the designation
+of Mynheer von Heidelberger. No one had either heard or could recollect
+when or whence he came. Strange rumours were afloat respecting this
+person, and the peasantry crossed themselves with fright if they were
+led near the spot where his dwelling was said to be; and if his name
+was casually mentioned in the circle round the winter's hearth, all
+involuntarily drew their seats into a closer space. Impelled by
+adventurous curiosity, many individuals were said to have visited him,
+for the purpose of obtaining some insight into futurity; for his
+knowledge of the future, and the "things that none may name," was
+reputed to be great. It was also rumoured that some of his visitants
+had never returned.
+</p><p>
+About this time, by the sudden death of her father, the Baron Ernest,
+who was killed, it was believed, by a fall from his horse while hunting,
+Agatha von Keilermann was left sole and undisputed heiress of his vast
+domains. A prize so great, united to a fair person, caused many suitors
+to be on the alert; but they all met with ill success, being generally
+dismissed rather summarily.
+</p><p>
+Ambition was always the ruling passion of Rudolf Wurtzheim, whose
+domains adjoined those of the Baron Ernest, and before the death of
+the latter it had also been allied to jealousy of his great power and
+wealth. Not daunted by the ill success of his predecessors, he became a
+suitor of the fair Agatha. He met with a summary repulse. Burning with
+rage and mortified ambition, the Baron bethought himself of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger, of whose fame he had sometimes heard.
+</p><p>
+At the close of a day far advanced in autumn, he set off to visit this
+being. The howling of the wind as it came in fitful gusts through the
+openings of the forest, formed no bad accompaniment to his thoughts;
+while the indistinct twilight received little aid from the moon, which
+waded through heavy masses of clouds. The Baron, however, was a man of
+daring spirit. He had often been led past the spot, whilst engaged in
+the chase, near which the <i>solitaire</i> was said to dwell:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Vague mystery hangs on all these desert places!</p>
+<p class="i2">    The fear which hath no name hath wrought a spell,</p>
+<p>  Strength, courage, wrath, have been, and left no traces!</p>
+<p class="i2">    They came&mdash;and fled; but whither? who can tell!"</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+He several times, on account of the uncertain light, lost his track.
+At length he emerged into the rocky scenery of the mountain side, and
+an indistinct light in the distance served to guide his steps. He now
+entered between two rocks of great height; till a magnificent waterfall
+almost blocked up the way. The Baron stepped cautiously forward,
+and after apparently passing through a cavern, the scene opened and
+displayed (for, to his surprise, the light was greatly increased,)
+a wild view, in which nature had piled rock, cavern, and mountain
+together, till the whole seemed lost and blended in one general chaos.
+At the foot, and a short distance before him, were seen a number of
+persons of venerable aspect, grouped on the turf around the vast
+amphitheatre of rocks, and a noise as of many hammers, greeted his
+ears. Attracted onwards by the now distinct glittering light, the Baron
+proceeded boldly to the mouth of what seemed a natural grotto. He loudly
+demanded admittance, the entrance being blocked up with a large stone.
+He was at first answered by a scornful laugh; indeed, as he afterwards
+found, he had entered by the wrong path, and observed a scene, perhaps,
+never displayed to mortal eyes. The stone was at last removed, and in
+the interior he found the object of his search:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem" >
+<div class="stanza" >
+<p class="i8">                    He, like the tenant</p>
+<p>  Of some night haunted ruin, bore an aspect</p>
+<p>  Of horrors, worn to habitude.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+What passed will appear in the sequel, and the Baron returned just at
+nightfall; while his ghastly demeanour and unquiet eye betokened the
+nature of his visit. It is said many a wild and unearthly peal of
+laughter resounded that night through the mountains.
+</p><p>
+In three months from that time the lady Agatha became his wife. She had
+suddenly disappeared from her grounds a
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page278" name="page278"></a>[pg 278]</span>
+
+ short time before, and to the
+amazement and wonder of all, returned with the Baron Wurtzheim, to whom
+she was united the same evening. Rumour was busy upon this occasion, but
+the mystery which enveloped it was never dispersed. The lady Agatha,
+however, seemed oppressed with a ceaseless gloom; in a short time she
+devoted herself entirely to seclusion, and in a year after her marriage,
+expired in giving birth to a son. The demeanour of Rudolf was most
+strange on this occasion. He had apparently a weight on his mind, which
+seemed to increase with dissipation, when he devoted his time to hunting
+and nightly revels, with a band of choice friends and dependents. Time,
+however, which blunts the edge of the keenest misfortunes, seemed to
+restore him to his former self.
+</p><p>
+Years passed away. Some time before the commencement of this legend, the
+Baron lost his path whilst hunting, and was benighted in the forest.
+After much fatigue, he was attracted by a light amongst trees which he
+found to proceed from a low building. It was in a state of extreme
+dilapidation, though a sort of wing appeared to have been recently
+tenanted. His knocks for admittance not having been answered, he lifted
+up the latch and boldly entered. Nothing greeted his sight save the
+almost extinguished remains of a fire. The apartment was lone and
+destitute of furniture. Having bestowed Hans as well as he could,
+he laid himself on the floor; while he felt an extreme chillness of
+spirits, which he endeavoured in vain to shake off; he was soon buried
+in sleep.
+</p><p>
+He was awakened by a noise resembling the strokes of many hammers.
+He conceived his senses must be wandering, for he found that he was
+at the entrance of the amphitheatre of rocks near the dwelling of the
+<i>solitaire</i>. The same group of figures appeared, and it was not long
+before a voice, which he knew to be that of Heidelberger, slowly
+repeated the following chant:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Woe to him who dares intrude</p>
+<p>  Upon our midnight solitude!</p>
+<p>  Woe to him whose faith is broken&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Better he had never spoken.</p>
+<p>  'Ere twelve moons shall pass away,</p>
+<p>  Thou wilt he beneath our sway.</p>
+<p>  Drear the doom, and dark the fate</p>
+<p>  Of him who rashly dares our hate!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Deceive me once, I tell thee never</p>
+<p>  Shall thy soul and body sever!</p>
+<p>  Under the greenwood wilt thou lie,</p>
+<p>  Nor shall thou there unheeded die.</p>
+<p>  Mortal, thou my vengeance brave,</p>
+<p>  Thou had'st better seen thy grave.</p>
+<p>  Drear the doom, and dark the fate</p>
+<p>  Of him who rashly dares our hate!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p>
+Meanwhile the Baron had sunk into a state of insensibility. When he
+awoke from his trance it was broad daylight, and the birds were singing
+merrily around the ruin.
+</p><p>
+After this adventure, the Baron resumed many of his old habits; and
+sought by deeper dissipation to dispel the visions of the past. His son
+was now grown up a sickly youth, and his father's inquietude about him
+was so great that he would not suffer him for a moment to be out of the
+sight of his attendants.
+</p><p>
+The year rolled on without any harm befalling the Baron, and his
+spirits lightened as the time advanced. He had almost forgotten the
+circumstance, when on the day preceding that of the anniversary of the
+adventure just related, a grand hunting party was proposed, it being the
+birth-day of his son. We now return to the situation in which we left
+the Baron at the beginning of this legend.
+</p><p>
+The forest seemed to the exhausted Rudolf, almost interminable, and
+this provoking horn perplexed him sadly. On this night the dreaded
+twelve-months expired. The bare thought made him redouble his speed.
+The darkness seemed increasing, and the flapping of the bats and hoarse
+croaking of the night birds, disturbed by his progress through the
+branches, did not add to his comfort; when to his great joy, he felt a
+strong current of air, and found that he had at last apparently emerged
+from the thickest of the forest. The moon was now beginning to cast her
+"peerless light" over the scene, and Rudolf perceived he was in an
+extensive amphitheatre or opening of the trees, which he could not
+recollect ever having seen before, bounded at a short distance by what
+seemed a small lake, near the centre of which grew a large and solitary
+pine.
+</p><p>
+The moon had now fully risen. Hans who had been flagging for some time,
+fell suddenly lame. From this fresh misfortune the Baron was aroused by
+the well known baying of his gallant stag-hounds. "Aiglette and Caspar
+are not baying after nothing," thought he. He was not long in suspense.
+To his extreme amazement, the identical boar which had caused all his
+trouble and fatigue, appeared closely followed by both the dogs.
+</p><p>
+"Donner et blitzen," exclaimed the Baron, using the first oath that came
+uppermost, "but this exceeds belief." The boar no sooner perceived
+him than he turned upon him with the utmost fury. The Baron hastily
+dismounted under the aged tree, though he was stiff and fatigued, for
+Hans was now utterly incapable
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page279" name="page279"></a>[pg 279]</span>
+
+ of exertion. His sword quickly glanced in
+the moonshine&mdash;"Time was" said he, "when this had been the very pastime
+I desired." The murderous animal attacked him with such impetuosity that
+his well-tried skill failed him, and he was the next moment thrown under
+its feet. The struggle now became desperate, for the animal had no
+common foe to contend with. Before it could wound him with its tusks,
+which seemed of unusual size, it required not an instant's thought in
+Rudolf to draw his dagger from his belt, and the next instant it was
+buried to its hilt in the throat of his adversary. At the same moment
+the tusks of the boar entered his side. Rudolf breathed a few words of
+an almost forgotten prayer, when the animal, uttering a dreadful yell,
+gave a convulsive spring into the air, and fell lifeless, half
+smothering the Baron with its gore.
+</p><p>
+Life was now fast ebbing from the side of Rudolf, when he was aroused by
+the sound of a voice, whose tones even at this dreadful moment thrilled
+through his soul with horror. Enveloped in a thick fog which had been
+gradually spreading around the scene of the combat, he could discern the
+fiend Heidelberger and his charmed circle; with an air of triumph they
+chanted the following lines:&mdash;
+</p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Mortal vain, thy course is run,</p>
+<p>  Thou hast seen thy setting sun&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Told I not true when I saw thee last,</p>
+<p>  That 'ere the circling year had passed,</p>
+<p>  Under the greenwood thou should'st be dying,</p>
+<p>  On the bloody greensward lying!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Deceived once, I tell thee never</p>
+<p>  Shall my victim from me sever&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Thou hast dared to brave our hate,</p>
+<p>  Rashly run upon thy fate!</p>
+<p>  Thou art on the greensward dying,</p>
+<p>  Underneath the greenwood lying!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<p>
+The hounds bayed. The moon entered a dark cloud; and, when it emerged,
+its pale beams fell upon the green amphitheatre and the aged tree; but
+there was no one under its shade.
+</p><p>
+The following tradition is still related amongst the surrounding
+peasantry:&mdash;The Baron Rudolf, it is said, was enticed to sign over the
+bodies and souls of his future offspring to the fiend, Heidelberger, on
+condition that the latter would enable him to gain the person and
+possessions of the Lady Agatha. The contract, however, was obliged to be
+renewed at the birth of each child. Should he violate this convocation
+(which he signed with his own blood,) he granted similar power over
+himself; and the legend goes on to relate, that the whole of the members
+of the charmed circle were persons similarly enticed, who were doomed to
+a sort of perpetual labour, being compelled to chisel out their coffins
+in stone, which as soon as finished, were broken in pieces, when they
+were obliged to begin afresh.
+</p><p>
+The consequence of the Baron's non-fulfilment of his convocation have
+already been seen; his son is related to have died childless, and the
+property to have been dispersed into the hands of others, having never
+remained since his death more than two generations in one family;
+apparently blighting all its possessors. And the peasantry aver that the
+noise made by the continual labour of its victims, may still be heard by
+the adventurous at the close of day.
+</p>
+<h4>
+VYVYAN.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.</h3>
+
+<hr/>
+<center>
+<i>On Planting Poor Light Land</i>.
+</center>
+
+<p>
+Besides paring and burning, and trenching the soil previous to making
+the plantation, Mr. Withers, (who received the large silver medal from
+the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, &amp;c. London, for experiments
+conducted on the subject in Norfolk,) spreads on it marl and farmyard
+dung, as for a common agricultural crop, and at the same time keeps the
+surface perfectly free from weeds by hoeing till the young trees have
+completely covered the ground. The progress that they make under this
+treatment is so extremely rapid, as apparently to justify, in <i>an
+economical point of view</i>, the extraordinary expenses that attend it. In
+three years, even oaks and other usually slow growing forest trees have
+covered the land, making shoots by three feet in a season, and throwing
+out roots well qualified, by their number and length, to derive from the
+subsoil abundant nourishment, in proportion as the surface becomes
+exhausted.&mdash;<i>Trans. Soc. Arts</i>.
+</p>
+<center>
+<i>The Air Plant</i>.
+</center>
+<p>
+Prince Leopold has succeeded in bringing to perfection that
+extraordinary exotic, the air plant. It is suspended from the ceiling,
+and derives its nourishment entirely from the atmosphere.
+</p>
+<center>
+<i>Potato Flour</i>.
+</center>
+<p>
+The farina, or meal, obtained from potatoes is now regularly sold in the
+markets of Scotland. It is <i>stated</i> to be quite equal to genuine arrow
+root; but this is quite a mistake, unless the nutritious properties of
+arrow root have been overrated. Sir John Sinclair has devoted much of
+his time to the preparation of the flour; but as we gave his process
+many weeks since, it is not necessary to repeat it here.
+</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page280" name="page280"></a>[pg 280]</span></p>
+
+<h2>
+Kynaston's Cave.</h2>
+
+<div class="figure" style="width: 100%;">
+ <a href="images/338-2.png"><img width="100%" src="images/338-2.png"
+alt="" /></a>
+ </div>
+
+<p>
+We are indebted to the portfolio of an interesting lady correspondent
+for the original of the above engraving. The ingenious draughtswoman
+states the drawing to have been taken during a recent tour; and our
+readers will allow it to be <i>fair sketch</i>. By way of rendering it
+unique, we append the following description from the same fair hand:&mdash;
+</p><p>
+From Shrewsbury to the Ness Cliff, (on the road to Ceriogg Bridge,)
+there is in the scenery little worthy of remark, until we approach
+the latter place, when the cliff on the right hand, and the Brathyn
+mountains (Montgomeryshire) on the left of the traveller, produce a
+very picturesque effect; and the post-house of Ness Cliff commands an
+extensive and lovely view of mountainous and champagne country. At this
+place we were invited to see a curious cave cut in the rock, which was,
+in the sixteenth century, the residence of one Humphrey Kynaston, a
+notorious bandit. This, however, was not his own work, since Ness Cliff,
+having been worked as a quarry, the cave, either by accident or design,
+was wrought by the labourers, and used by them as <i>salle &aacute; manger</i>,
+dormitory, or tool-house, according to circumstances. We proceeded to it
+by a broad rising walk of red sand, delightfully wooded, and presenting
+an enchanting view of the Brathyn and Wrekin, as well as the country for
+some miles round. At the end of this walk is a gate, which opens into a
+small grove; proceeding a little into which, we saw the cave in the high
+red cliff immediately before us. We ascended by a considerable flight of
+narrow and rugged steps cut from the solid rock: the interior of this
+curious place is as black as a coal-mine, and a partition, more than
+half the way across, divides the part where Kynaston used to reside
+by day from that in which he slept and <i>kept his horse</i>, for he had
+actually the ingenuity to make the animal ascend and descend the stairs
+above-mentioned. The robber's initials, and the date of the year in
+which we may suppose he cut them, appear on the partition just opposite
+the entrance. The romance of the place was not a little augmented by the
+appearance of its inhabitant, (a blacksmith,) whose tall, thin figure,
+and whose pale, wild, and haggard countenance, well accorded with the
+singularity
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page281" name="page281"></a>[pg 281]</span>
+
+ of his abode. He read for our amusement and <i>instruction</i>,
+I conceive, a few choice passages from a well-thumbed penny pamphlet,
+purporting to contain the veritable history of the adventurous Kynaston;
+from whence it appeared that Master Humphrey was a gentleman, like "that
+prince of thieves," Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the
+poor, avenging the innocent, and chivalrous where ladies, or the lure of
+plunder, called forth his prowess; that his depredations were numerous,
+even in the face of day, and in the teeth of his enemies; and yet that
+those who admired and sided with him were for a considerable period the
+terror of the whole legal force who were on the alert to seize him. This
+interesting memoir was recited by the son of Vulcan, with an enthusiasm
+and delectable pronunciation, that could only be appreciated by hearing
+it, and was altogether inimitable. Strange! thought I, that this cave,
+once the residence of a robber, should now have become that of a
+<i>forger</i>.
+</p>
+<h4>
+M.L.B.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+
+<h2>
+The Selector;
+
+and
+
+Literary Notices of
+
+<i>New Works</i>.</h2>
+
+<hr/>
+<h4>
+RIENZI.</h4>
+
+<p>
+In No. 335, we gave the outline of the story of Rienzi, principally from
+Gibbon, but interspersed from other authorities. Miss Mitford's tragedy
+has since been represented with considerable success, and published.
+In the preface, we are told, that in addition to the splendid narrative
+of Gibbon, recourse has been had to "the still more graphical and
+interesting account of Rienzi's eventful career," contained in <i>L'Abb&eacute;
+de Sade's</i> Memoirs of Petrarque; and that, "as far as the female
+characters are concerned," the materials are entirely from invention.
+All this may appear well enough for the construction of the drama,
+and the female characters are drawn with peculiar grace and feeling;
+but we do not see why the character of Rienzi should be so essentially
+altered from history as it has been; neither do we think that any
+desirable effect has been gained by this change. In history, Rienzi is a
+master-spirit of reckless and atrocious daring, but in the drama, he is
+softened down to a fickle liberty brawler, and the sternest of his vices
+are glossed over with an almost inconsistent show of affection and
+tenderness. As he there stands, he is rather like an injured man, than
+one who so liberally dealt oppression and injustice around him.
+</p><p>
+Miss Mitford's tragedy will, however, be read with considerable interest
+in the closet, and fully to appreciate its beauties, every one who has
+witnessed it, ought to read it; for many of its "delicate touches" must
+be lost in the immense area of Drury Lane Theatre.
+<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2">
+<sup>2</sup></a> The plot is
+simple, and is effectively told; but as the newspapers, daily and
+weekly, have already detailed it, we shall confine ourselves to a few
+passages, which, in our reading, appeared to us among the many beauties
+of the drama.
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page282" name="page282"></a>[pg 282]</span></p>
+
+<h3>
+PROGRESS OF RIENZI'S DISAFFECTION.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Claudia</i>. He is changed,</p>
+<p>  Grievously changed; still good and kind, and full</p>
+<p>  Of fond relentings&mdash;crossed by sudden gusts</p>
+<p>  Of wild and stormy passion. Then, he's so silent&mdash;</p>
+<p>  He once so eloquent. Of old, each show,</p>
+<p>  Bridal, or joust, or pious pilgrimage,</p>
+<p>  Lived in his vivid speech. Oh! 'twas my joy,</p>
+<p>  In that bright glow of rapid words, to see</p>
+<p>  Clear pictures, as the slow procession coiled</p>
+<p>  Its glittering length, or stately tournament</p>
+<p>  Grew statelier, in his voice. Now he sits mute&mdash;</p>
+<p>  His serious eyes bent on the ground&mdash;each sense</p>
+<p>  Turned inward.</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rienzi</i>. Claudia, in these bad days,</p>
+<p>  When man must tread perforce the flinty path</p>
+<p>  Of duty, hard and rugged, fail not thou</p>
+<p>  Duly at night and morning to give thanks</p>
+<p>  To the all-gracious power that smoothed the way</p>
+<p>  For woman's tenderer feet.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Colonna</i>. He hath turned</p>
+<p>  A bitter knave of late, and lost his mirth,</p>
+<p>  And mutters riddling warnings and wild tales</p>
+<p>  Of the great days of heathen Rome; and prates</p>
+<p>  Of peace, and liberty, and equal law,</p>
+<p>  And mild philosophy, to us the knights</p>
+<p>  And warriors of this warlike age, who rule</p>
+<p>  By the bright law of arms. The fool's grown wise&mdash;</p>
+<p>  A grievous change.</p>
+</div>
+<hr/>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Hatred&mdash;</p>
+<p>  And danger&mdash;the two hands that tightest grasp</p>
+<p>  Each other&mdash;the two cords that soonest knit</p>
+<p>  A fast and stubborn tie: your true love-knot</p>
+<p>  Is nothing to it. Faugh! the supple touch</p>
+<p>  Of pliant interest, or the dust of time,</p>
+<p>  Or the pin-point of temper, loose, or not,</p>
+<p>  Or snap love's silken band. Fear and old hate,</p>
+<p>  They are sure weavers&mdash;they work for the storm,</p>
+<p>  The whirlwind, and the rocking surge; their knot</p>
+<p>  Endures till death.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S TRIUMPH.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Hark&mdash;the bell, the bell!</p>
+<p>  The knell of tyranny&mdash;the mighty voice,</p>
+<p>  That, to the city and the plain&mdash;to earth,</p>
+<p>  And listening heaven, proclaims the glorious tale</p>
+<p>  Of Rome reborn, and Freedom. See, the clouds</p>
+<p>  Are swept away, and the moon's boat of light</p>
+<p>  Sails in the clear blue sky, and million stars</p>
+<p>  Look out on us, and smile.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+[<i>The gate of the Capitol opens, and Alberti and Soldiers join the
+People, and lay the keys at Rienzi's feet</i>.]</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Hark! that great voice</p>
+<p>  Hath broke our bondage. Look, without a stroke</p>
+<p>  The Capitol is won&mdash;the gates unfold&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The keys are at our feet. Alberti, friend,</p>
+<p>  How shall I pay thy service? Citizens!</p>
+<p>  First to possess the palace citadel&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The famous strength of Rome; then to sweep on,</p>
+<p>  Triumphant, through her streets.</p>
+</div>
+<p>
+[<i>As Rienzi and the People are entering the Capitol, he pauses</i>.]</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Oh, glorious wreck</p>
+<p>  Of gods and Caesars! thou shalt reign again,</p>
+<p>  Queen of the world; and I&mdash;come on, come on,</p>
+<p>  My people!</p>
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Citizens</i>. Live Rienzi&mdash;live our Tribune!</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<h3>
+CLAUDIA'S LAMENT FOR HER HUMBLE HOME.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Mine own dear home!</p>
+<p>  Father, I love not this new state; these halls,</p>
+<p>  Where comfort dies in vastness; these trim maids,</p>
+<p>  Whose service wearies me. Oh! mine old home!</p>
+<p>  My quiet, pleasant chamber, with the myrtle</p>
+<p>  Woven round the casement; and the cedar by,</p>
+<p>  Shading the sun; my garden overgrown</p>
+<p>  With flowers and herbs, thick-set as grass in fields;</p>
+<p>  My pretty snow-white doves: my kindest nurse;</p>
+<p>  And old Camillo!&mdash;Oh! mine own dear home!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+AMBITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Alas! alas!</p>
+<p>  I tremble at the height, Whene'er I think</p>
+<p>  Of the hot barons, of the fickle people,</p>
+<p>  And the inconstancy of power, I tremble</p>
+<p>  For thee, dear father.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S WRONGS.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<p>
+<i>One of the Ursini is condemned to death&mdash;his brother intercedes</i>.</p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rie</i>. And darest talk thou to me of brothers? Thou,</p>
+<p>  Whose groom&mdash;wouldst have me break my own just laws,</p>
+<p>  To save thy brother? thine! Hast thou forgotten</p>
+<p>  When that most beautiful and blameless boy,</p>
+<p>  The prettiest piece of innocence that ever</p>
+<p>  Breath'd in this sinful world, lay at thy feet,</p>
+<p>  Slain by thy pampered minion, and I knelt</p>
+<p>  Before thee for redress, whilst thou&mdash;didst never</p>
+<p>  Hear talk of retribution? This is justice,</p>
+<p>  Pure justice, not revenge!&mdash;Mark well, my lords,</p>
+<p>  Pure, equal justice. Martin Ursini</p>
+<p>  Had open trial, is guilty, is condemned,</p>
+<p>  And he shall die!</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Colonna</i>. Yet listen to us&mdash;</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rie</i>. Lords,</p>
+<p>  If ye could range before me all the peers,</p>
+<p>  Prelates, and potentates of Christendom,&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The holy pontiff kneeling at my knee,</p>
+<p>  And emperors crouching at my feet, to sue</p>
+<p>  For this great robber, still I should be blind</p>
+<p>  As justice. But this very day a wife,</p>
+<p>  One infant hanging at her breast, and two,</p>
+<p>  Scarce bigger, first-born twins of misery,</p>
+<p>  Clinging to the poor rags that scarcely hid</p>
+<p>  Her squalid form, grasped at my bridle-rein</p>
+<p>  To beg her husband's life; condemned to die</p>
+<p>  For some vile, petty theft, some paltry scudi:</p>
+<p>  And, whilst the fiery war-horse chaf'd and sear'd,</p>
+<p>  Shaking his crest, and plunging to get free,</p>
+<p>  There, midst the dangerous coil, unmov'd, she stood,</p>
+<p>  Pleading in piercing words, the very cry</p>
+<p>  Of nature! And, when I at last said no&mdash;</p>
+<p>  For I said no to her&mdash;she flung herself</p>
+<p>  And those poor innocent babes between the stones</p>
+<p>  And my hot Arab's hoofs. We sav'd them all&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Thank heaven, we sav'd them all! but I said no</p>
+<p>  To that sad woman, midst her shrieks. Ye dare not</p>
+<p>  Ask me for mercy now.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+THE USURPER.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  He bears him like a prince, save that he lacks</p>
+<p>  The port serene of majesty. His mood</p>
+<p>  Is fitful; stately now, and sad; anon,</p>
+<p>  Full of a hurried mirth; courteous awhile,</p>
+<p>  And mild; then bursting, on a sudden, forth,</p>
+<p>  Into sharp, biting taunts.</p>
+</div>
+<hr/>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  New power</p>
+<p>  Mounts to the brain like wine. For such disease,</p>
+<p>  Your skilful leech lets blood.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI ON HIS DAUGHTER'S MARRIAGE.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  A bridal</p>
+<p>  Is but a gilt and painted funeral</p>
+<p>  To the fond father who hath yielded up</p>
+<p>  His one sweet child. Claudia, thy love, thy duty,</p>
+<p>  Thy very name, is gone. Thou are another's;</p>
+<p>  Thou hast a master now; and I have thrown</p>
+<p>  My precious pearl away. Yet men who give</p>
+<p>  A living daughter to the fickle will</p>
+<p>  Of a capricious bridegroom, laugh&mdash;the madmen!</p>
+<p>  Laugh at the jocund bridal feast, and weep</p>
+<p>  When the fair corse is laid in blessed rest,</p>
+<p>  Deep, deep in mother earth. Oh, happier far,</p>
+<p>  So to have lost my child!</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+FICKLE GREATNESS.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Thou art as one</p>
+<p>  Perched on some lofty steeple's dizzy height,</p>
+<p>  Dazzled by the sun, inebriate by long draughts</p>
+<p>  Of thinner air; too giddy to look down</p>
+<p>  Where all his safety lies; too proud to dare</p>
+<p>  The long descent to the low depths from whence</p>
+<p>  The desperate climber rose.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S ORIGIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  There's the sting,&mdash;</p>
+<p>  That I, an insect of to-day, outsoar</p>
+<p>  The reverend worm, nobility! Wouldst shame me</p>
+<p>  With my poor parentage!&mdash;Sir, I'm the son</p>
+<p>  Of him who kept a sordid hostelry</p>
+<p>  In the Jews' quarter&mdash;my good mother cleansed</p>
+<p>  Linen for honest hire.&mdash;Canst thou say worse?</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Ang</i>. Can worse be said?</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  <i>Rie</i>. Add, that my boasted schoolcraft</p>
+<p>  Was gained from such base toil, gained with such pain,</p>
+<p>  That the nice nurture of the mind was oft</p>
+<p>  Stolen at the body's cost. I have gone dinnerless</p>
+<p>  And supperless, the scoff of our poor street,</p>
+<p>  For tattered vestments and lean, hungry looks,</p>
+<p>  To pay the pedagogue.&mdash;Add what thou wilt</p>
+<p>  Of injury. Say that, grown into man,</p>
+<p>  I've known the pittance of the hospital,</p>
+<p>  And, more degrading still, the patronage</p>
+<p>  Of the Colonna. Of the tallest trees</p>
+<p>  The roots delve deepest. Yes, I've trod thy halls,</p>
+<p>  Scorned and derided midst their ribald crew,</p>
+<p>  A licensed jester, save the cap and bells,</p>
+<p>  I have borne this&mdash;and I have borne the death,</p>
+<p>  The unavenged death, of a dear brother.</p>
+<p>  I seemed, I was, a base, ignoble slave.</p>
+<p>  What am I?&mdash;Peace, I say!&mdash;What am I now?</p>
+<p>  Head of this great republic, chief of Rome&mdash;</p>
+<p>  In all but name, her sovereign&mdash;last of all,</p>
+<p>  Thy father.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+CIVIL WAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  The city's full</p>
+<p>  Of camp-like noises&mdash;tramp of steeds, and clash</p>
+<p>  Of mail, and trumpet-blast, and ringing clang</p>
+<p>  Of busy armourers&mdash;the grim ban-dog bays&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The champing war horse in his stall neighs loud&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The vulture shrieks aloft.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+FEAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Terror, not love,</p>
+<p>  Strikes anchor in ignoble souls.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+THE CAPITOL BELL.
+<a id="footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3">
+<sup>3</sup></a>
+</h3>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  It is the bell that thou so oft hast heard</p>
+<p>  Summoning the band of liberty&mdash;"the bell</p>
+<p>  That pealed its loud, triumphant note, and raised</p>
+<p>  Its mighty voice with such a mastery</p>
+<p>  Of glorious power, as if the spirit of sound</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page283" name="page283"></a>[pg 283]</span>
+
+<p>  That dwells in the viewless wind, and walks the waves</p>
+<p>  Of the chafed sea, and rules the thunder-cloud</p>
+<p>  That shrouded him in that small orb, to spread</p>
+<p>  Tidings of freedom to the nations."</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+RIENZI'S FALL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  And for such I left</p>
+<p>  The assured condition of my lowliness,&mdash;</p>
+<p>  The laughing days, the peaceful nights, the joys</p>
+<p>  Of a small, quiet home&mdash;for such I risked</p>
+<p>  Thy peace, my daughter. Abject, crouching slaves!</p>
+<p>  False, fickle, treacherous, perjured slaves!</p>
+</div>
+<hr/>
+<div class="stanza">
+<p>  Oh, had I laid</p>
+<p>  All earthly passion, pride, and pomp, and power,</p>
+<p>  And high ambition, and hot lust of rule,</p>
+<p>  Like sacrificial fruits, upon the altar</p>
+<p>  Of Liberty, divinest Liberty!</p>
+<p>  Then&mdash;but the dream that filled my soul was vast</p>
+<p>  As his whose mad ambition thinned the ranks</p>
+<p>  Of the Seraphim, and peopled hell. These slaves!</p>
+<p>  These crawling reptiles! May the curse of chains</p>
+<p>  Cling to them for ever.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>
+LIBERTY.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  For liberty! Go seek</p>
+<p>  Earth's loftiest heights, and ocean's deepest caves;</p>
+<p>  Go where the sea-snake and the eagle dwell,</p>
+<p>  'Midst mighty elements,&mdash;where nature is.</p>
+<p>  And man is not, and ye may see afar,</p>
+<p>  Impalpable as a rainbow on the clouds.</p>
+<p>  The glorious vision! Liberty! I dream'd</p>
+<p>  Of such a goddess once&mdash;dream'd that yon slaves</p>
+<p>  Were Romans, such as rul'd the world, and I</p>
+<p>  Their tribune&mdash;vain and idle dream! Take back</p>
+<p>  The symbol and the power.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+We can well imagine the effect which Mr. Young gives to some of these
+eloquent passages. They are full of poetical and dramatic fire. Indeed,
+we know of no professor of the histrionic art who could give so accurate
+an embodiment of Rienzi&mdash;as Mr. Young, the most chaste and discreet, if
+not the most impassioned, actor on the British stage. Again, we can
+conceive the force of these lines in the manly tones of Mr. Cooper:
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  I know no father, save the valiant dead</p>
+<p>  Who lives behind a rampart of his slain</p>
+<p>  In warlike rest. I bend before no king,</p>
+<p>  Save the dread Majesty of heaven, Thy foe,</p>
+<p>  Thy mortal foe, Rienzi.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+In reprinting <i>Rienzi</i>, we suggest a larger size; we fear people in
+a second row of either circle of boxes, will find the type of the
+present edition too small; besides, they do not want to be checking
+the performers, or to be puzzled with "stage directions."
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+THE BOY'S OWN BOOK.</h3>
+
+<p>
+The sight of this little book, as thick as, and somewhat broader than,
+a Valpy's Virgil, will make scores of little Lord Lingers think of
+"bygone mirth, that after no repenting draws." It is all over a holiday
+book, stuck as full of wood-cuts as a cake is of currants, and not like
+the widely-thrown fruit of school plum puddings.
+</p><p>
+To begin with the exterior, which is one of the most ingenious specimens
+of block-printing we have yet seen. The medallion frontispiece contains
+the Publishers' Dedication to "the young of Great Britain," in return
+for which their healths should be drunk at the next breaking-up of every
+school in the empire.
+</p><p>
+As it professes to be a complete encyclopaedia of the sports and
+pastimes of youth, it contains, 1. Minor Sports, as marbles, tops,
+balls, &amp;c. 2. Athletic Sports. 3. Aquatic Recreations. 4. Birds,
+and other boy fancies. 5. Scientific Recreations. 6. Games of Skill.
+7. The Conjuror; and 8. Miscellaneous Recreations. All these occupy
+460 pages, which, like every sheet of the MIRROR, are as full as an
+egg. The vignettes and tail-pieces are the prettiest things we have
+ever seen, and some are very picturesque.
+</p><p>
+In our school-days there was no such book as this <i>Justinian of the
+play-ground</i>, if we except a thin volume of games published by Tabart.
+Boys then quarrelled upon nice points of play, parties ran high, and
+civil war, birch, and the 119th psalm were the consequences. A disputed
+marble, or a questioned run at cricket, has thus broken up the harmony
+of many a holiday; but we hope that such feuds will now cease; for the
+"Boy's Own Book," will settle all differences as effectually as a police
+magistrate, a grand jury, or the house of lords. Boys will no longer
+sputter and fume like an over-toasted apple; but, even the cares of
+childhood will be smoothed into peace; by which means good humour may
+not be so rare a quality among men. But to complete this philanthropic
+scheme, the publishers of the "<i>Boy's</i> Own Book," intend producing a
+similar volume for <i>Girls</i>. This is as it should be, for the <i>Misses</i>
+ought to have an equal chance with the <i>Masters</i>&mdash;at least so say
+we,&mdash;<i>plaudite</i>, clap your little hands, and <i>valete</i>, good bye!
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT AND JUVENILE SOUVENIR.</h3>
+
+<p>
+The editor, or <i>editress</i>, (for we doubt whether the former is epicene,)
+of this elegant little volume is the lady of Mr. Alaric A. Watts, the
+editor of the <i>Literary Souvenir</i>. It is expressly designed for the
+perusal of children from six to twelve years old, and is, we think, both
+by its embellishments and literary contents, calculated to attract
+hundreds of juvenile admirers. Indeed, we are surprised that the
+children have been so long without <i>their</i> "Annuals," whilst those of
+"a larger growth" have been supplied in abundance; but, as Sir Walter
+Scott has
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page284" name="page284"></a>[pg 284]</span>
+
+ set the example of writing for masters and misses, we hope
+that our nursery literature will rise in character, and it will not
+henceforth be the business of after-years to correct erroneous ideas
+imbibed from silly books during our childhood. In this task much time
+has been lost. Mrs. Watts is of the same opinion; and with this view,
+"the extravagances of those apocryphal personages&mdash;giants, ghosts, and
+fairies&mdash;have been entirely banished from her pages, as tending not only
+to enervate the infant mind, and unfit it for the reception of more
+wholesome nutriment, but also to increase the superstitious terrors of
+childhood,&mdash;the editor has not less scrupulously excluded those novel-like
+stories of exaggerated sentiment, which may now almost be said
+to form the staple commodity of our nursery literature."&mdash;(<i>Preface</i>.)
+Accordingly, we have in the <i>New Year's Gift</i> three historical pieces
+and engravings, illustrating the murder of the young princes in the
+Tower; Arthur imploring Hubert not to put out his eyes; and another.
+There are from thirty to forty tales, sketches, and poems, among which
+are a pretty story, by Mrs. Hofland; a Cricketing Story, by Miss Mitford,
+&amp;c. There are two or three little pieces enjoining humanity to animals,
+and some pleasing anecdotes of monkeys and tame robins, and a few lines
+on the Reed-Sparrow's Nest:&mdash;
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Only see what a neat, warm, compact little thing!</p>
+<p>  Mister Nash could not build such a house for the king;</p>
+<p class="i2">    Not he, let him labour his best.</p>
+</div></div>
+<p>
+Among the poetry are some graceful lines by Mr. Watts to his son;
+but our extract must be "The Spider and the Fly, a new version of
+an old story," by Mrs. Howitt. It is a lesson for all folks&mdash;great
+and small&mdash;from the infant in the nursery to the emperor of Russia,
+the grand signior of Turkey, and the queen of Portugal&mdash;or from those
+who play with toy-cannons to such as are now figuring on the theatre
+of war:&mdash;
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Will you walk into my parlour" said a spider to a fly:</p>
+<p>  "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.</p>
+<p>  The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,</p>
+<p>  And I have many pretty things to show you when you are there."</p>
+<p>  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,</p>
+<p>  For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  "I'm sure you must be weary with soaring up so high,</p>
+<p>  Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.</p>
+<p>  "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;</p>
+<p>  And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."</p>
+<p>  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,</p>
+<p>  They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,</p>
+<p>  To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?</p>
+<p>  I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice&mdash;</p>
+<p>  I'm sure you're very welcome&mdash;will you please to take a slice?"</p>
+<p>  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,</p>
+<p>  I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise.</p>
+<p>  How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!</p>
+<p>  I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,</p>
+<p>  If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."</p>
+<p>  "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,</p>
+<p>  And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,</p>
+<p>  For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:</p>
+<p>  So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly,</p>
+<p>  And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.</p>
+<p>  Then he went out to his door again, and merrily did sing,</p>
+<p>  "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;</p>
+<p>  Your robes are green and purple&mdash;there's a crest upon your head&mdash;</p>
+<p>  Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead,"</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Alas, alas how very soon this silly little fly.</p>
+<p>  Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;</p>
+<p>  With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,</p>
+<p>  Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;</p>
+<p>  Thinking only of her crested head&mdash;poor foolish thing!&mdash;At last</p>
+<p>  Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.</p>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<p>  He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,</p>
+<p>  Within his little parlour&mdash;but she ne'er came out again!</p>
+<p>  &mdash;And now, dear little children, who may this story read,</p>
+<p>  To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:</p>
+<p>  Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,</p>
+<p>  And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+Among the more serious pieces, we notice a beautiful lament of childhood
+by Mrs. Hemans, and a hymn by Mrs. Opie.
+</p><p>
+The engravings, twelve in number, with several little wood-cut
+tail-pieces, are beautifully executed; and altogether, the New Year's
+Gift deserves a place on the <i>cheffonier</i> shelf of every nursery in the
+kingdom.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+We have received several other "Annuals," which we shall notice in an
+early Supplementary Number.
+</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page285" name="page285"></a>[pg 285]</span></p>
+
+<h2>
+SPIRIT OF THE
+
+PUBLIC JOURNALS</h2>
+
+<hr/>
+<h3>
+ALBUMS</h3>
+
+<p>
+<i>North</i>. ALBUMS! James&mdash;these compendiums of wit and wisdom have become
+the greatest nuisances of all civilized society&mdash;&mdash;
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Tuts, man&mdash;what ails ye at Allbums?
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. They have broken that confidence between man and woman, which,
+in our young day, used to form the delight of an acquaintance with an
+amiable and accomplished female. In those happy times, how often have we
+sat in a bright circle of the fair and young, and talked, and laughed,
+in the gaiety of our careless hearts, without fear or apprehension! But
+now we are afraid, in the presence of ladies, to give utterance to any
+thing beyond a remark upon the weather. It is long since we have drilled
+ourselves to attribute smiles and whispers, and even squeezes of the
+hand, to their true source. We see an album lurking in every dimple of a
+young maiden's cheek, and a large folio common-place book, reposing its
+alexandrine length, in every curve of a dowager's double chin.
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Tuts, man! What ails ye at Allbums?
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. No age is free from the infection. We go to a house in the
+country where there are three unmarried daughters, two aunts, and a
+grandmother. Complain not of a lack of employment on a rainy morning,
+in such a domicile and establishment as this. You may depend upon it,
+that the first patter of rain upon the window is the signal for all the
+vellum and morocco bound scrap-books to make a simultaneous rush upon
+the table. Forth comes the grandmother, and pushes an old dingy-coloured
+volume into your hands, and pointing out a spare leaf, between a recipe
+for curing corns, and a mixture for the hooping-cough, she begs you to
+fill it up&mdash;with any thing you please.
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Weel, weel, man&mdash;why canna you oblege the auld body?
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. What right has an old woman, with silver spectacles on her
+long, thin nose, to enlist any man among the awkward squad which compose
+her muster roll? Who can derive inspiration from the boney hand, which
+is coaxingly laid on your shoulder, and trembles, not from agitation or
+love, but merely from the last attack of the rheumatism?
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. But young leddies hae their Allbums, too, as weel's auld
+anes.
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. And even the young ladies, James, presume too much upon their
+power. Is there no way of getting into their books, but by writing in
+their albums? Are we to pay for smiles at the rate of so many lines a
+dimple? If the fair creatures are anxious to shew they can read, let
+them discover it by the tenor of their conversation, and not by large
+folios of quotations from books which every body knows; or if they are
+anxious to shew that they can write, we can tell them they are very
+wrong in having any such wish. I will put it to any man&mdash;are not the
+pleasantest women of his acquaintance, those to whose handwriting he is
+the greatest stranger? Did they not think their adored enslaver, who at
+one time was considered, when they were musing on her charms, beneath
+some giant tree, within the forest shade, "too fair to worship, too
+divine to love,"&mdash;did they not think her a little less divine, without
+being a bit more loveable, when they pored over, in her autograph, a
+long and foolish extract from some dunderhead's poems, with the points
+all wrong placed, and many of the words misspelt?
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Neither points nor spellin's o' the smallest consequence in
+a copy o' verses.
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. Think of the famous lovers of antiquity, James. Do you think
+Thisbe kept a scrap-book, or that Pyramus slipped "Lines on Thisbe's
+Cat" through the celebrated hole-in-the-wall? No such thing. If he had,
+there would have been as little poetry in his love as in his verses. No
+man could have had the insolence, not even a Cockney poetaster, to kill
+himself for love, after having scribbled namby-pambys in a pale-blue,
+gilt-edged album.
+</p><p>
+<i>Shepherd</i>. Faith&mdash;that's rather a lauchable idea.
+</p><p>
+<i>North</i>. In every point of view, scrap-books are the death of love. Many
+a very sensible man can "whisper soft nonsense in a lady's ear," when
+all the circumstances of the scene are congenial. We ourselves have
+frequently descended to make ourselves merely the most agreeable man in
+the world, till we unfortunately discovered that the blockheads who
+could not comprehend us when we were serious, were still farther from
+understanding the ineffable beauty of our nonsense; so that in both
+cases we were the sufferers. They took our elegant badinage for our
+sober and settled opinions, and laughed in the most accommodating manner
+when we delivered our real and most matured sentiments.
+</p>
+<h4>
+<i>Blackwood's Magazine</i>.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page286" name="page286"></a>[pg 286]</span></p>
+
+<h2>
+Notes of a Reader</h2>
+
+<h3>
+LORD BYRON'S FIRST LOVE.&mdash;NEWSTEAD.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Sir Richard Phillips who has been for some months on a Tour of Inquiry
+and Observation through the United Kingdom, has just published his
+<i>First Part</i>, containing Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire, Leicestershire,
+and part of Nottinghamshire. Sir Richard visited <i>Newstead</i>, and was
+hospitably entertained by Colonel Wildman. In his "Notes," on this
+interesting spot, he says,&mdash;"While in this vicinity, I heard many
+particulars of BYRON'S first love, a passion which tinged the whole
+of his future life. Near Newstead stands Annesley Hall, a house as
+considerable and venerable as Newstead itself; and the daughter of the
+owner, Mr. Chaworth, was an heiress of immense fortune, interesting, and
+amiable, but about four years older than Byron. He fell in love with
+her, but she had formed an early attachment for Capt. Musters, of the
+Nottingham militia, whom she married. After she had some children, she
+fell into a low state of mind, and separation was the consequence; but,
+on recovering, she was reunited to her husband, and has since borne him
+several children. She still lives, but has long been in very infirm
+health. The affair forms the subject of Lord Byron's justly celebrated
+<i>Dream</i>, printed with the 'Prisoner of Chillon.'
+</p><p>
+"From the eastern windows of the southern front of Newstead, all the
+scenery of the poem is visible, except Annesley Hall, which lies over
+the cape of which he speaks; but there still are trees, and the high
+point at which he describes the impassioned interview. I read the poem
+with the objects before me, and was overpowered by the sympathies and
+recollections which must be familiar to all men, for most men have felt
+as Byron felt, though few ever portrayed their feelings with such energy
+of thought and language.
+</p><p>
+"Night overtaking me at Newstead, the splendid hospitality of Colonel
+Wildman was kindly exerted, and he indulged a sentimental traveller by
+allowing me to sleep in Byron's room and Byron's bed. Those who admire
+Byron, (and for those who do not, I care but little) will participate
+in the luxury of such a night. The bed is elegantly surmounted with
+baronial coronets, but it was Byron's and I cared nothing for the
+coronets, though all the conveniences of the apartment were delightful.
+</p><p>
+"I will add to these details a fact which will interest many; that the
+dog which Lord Byron reared in Greece, and the grandson of Boatswain,
+having been brought home with his body, is still alive at Newstead,
+cherished for the sake of his master, and respected for his own good
+qualities."
+</p><p>
+We shall return to Sir Richard's "Tour" in our next number; for it
+possesses extraordinary attractions for all classes of readers.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+THE ANNUALS.&mdash;THE LITERARY SOUVENIR.</h3>
+
+<p>
+One hundred guineas is stated to be the lowest cost of either of the
+engravings in "the Literary Souvenir for 1829;" some of them, indeed,
+cost from 150 to 170 guineas each. A circulation of less than from 8
+to 9,000 copies, would entail a loss upon the proprietors; so that the
+expense of "getting up" this superb "Annual" probably exceeds 3,500l.;
+and taking this sum for the average of six others published at the same
+price, and with a proportionate advance for two more published at one
+guinea each, the outlay of capital in these works is from 35 to
+40,000l.
+<a id="footnotetag4" name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4">
+<sup>4</sup></a>
+ This sum would purchase <i>Five Million</i> numbers of THE
+MIRROR, or 80 million printed pages, with 10 million impressions of
+woodcuts!
+</p>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+TRUE CONSOLATION.</h3>
+
+<p>
+A citizen of Geneva having lost his wife, he, according to the custom of
+the country, attended the funeral to the cemetery, which is out of the
+city. Somebody meeting him on his return from this painful ceremony,
+assumed a sorrowful countenance, and in the tenderest manner possible,
+asked him how he did. "Oh," replied the widower, "I am very well at
+present; this little walk has set me up; there is nothing like country
+air."
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+HARD RAIN.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Mr. Rae Wilson tells us, that he saw some huge stones of granite on his
+road to Mecklenburgh, which he says actually seem to have been rained
+there; in which belief he is strengthened by a story in a Philadelphia
+newspaper, of "a spitting of stones, which ended in a regular shower at
+Nashville, in May, 1825!"&mdash;There is seldom a good story without its
+match.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+FRENCH PRISON.</h3>
+
+<p>
+A recent letter from Paris gives the following account of the Debtors'
+Prison, compared with which, it seems, our <i>Fleet</i>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page287" name="page287"></a>[pg 287]</span>
+
+ is a perfect
+Arcadia:&mdash;Each room contains four beds, small, dirty, and damp; so that
+the eyes of the unfortunate inmates become red and inflamed; not even a
+window can be shut to keep out a current of air. If a creditor visits a
+debtor who wishes to be revenged, the latter has only to cry <i>au loup</i>,
+when all parties assail the unlucky creditor, and <i>perhaps murder him!</i>
+Gambling is the great resource of the ignorant, so that frequently those
+who have only a few pence per day to exist on, are obliged to fast
+entirely, having anticipated their allowance; many even pawn their
+coats, and walk about <i>en chemise!</i>
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+NOLLEKENS.</h3>
+
+<p>
+When Nollekens, the sculptor, was at Rome, in 1760, he was recognised
+by Garrick with the familiar exclamation of "What! let me look at you,
+are you the little fellow to whom we gave the prizes at the Society of
+Arts?" "Yes, Sir," being the answer, Garrick invited him to breakfast
+the next morning, and sat to him for his bust, for which he paid
+Nollekens &pound;12. 12s. in gold; this was the first bust he ever modelled.
+Sterne sat to him when at Rome, and that bust brought him into great
+notice.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+INDIAN TRADITION.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Among the various Indian traditions of the Creation and fall of man is
+the following:&mdash;In the beginning, a few men rose out of the ground, but
+there was no woman among them. One of them found out a road to heaven,
+where he met a woman; they offended the Great Spirit, upon which they
+were both thrust out. They fell on the back of the tortoise; the woman
+was delivered of male twins; in process of time, one of these twins slew
+the other.&mdash;<i>Dr. Walsh</i>.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+THE AGE OF THIRTY.</h3>
+
+<p>
+I always looked to about thirty, as the barrier of any real or fierce
+delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger
+ore and better veins of the mine; and, I flatter myself, that perhaps,
+I have pretty well done so, and now the <i>dross</i> is coming, and <i>I love
+lucre</i>; for we must love something; at least, if I have not quite worked
+out the others, it is not for want of labouring hard to do so.&mdash;<i>Lord
+Byron</i>, in 1823.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+COVENT GARDEN.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Where holy friars told their beads,</p>
+<p>  And nuns confess'd their evil deeds.</p>
+<p>  But, O sad change! O shame to tell,</p>
+<p>  How soon a prey to vice it fell!</p>
+<p>  How&mdash;since its justest appellation</p>
+<p>  Is Grand Seraglio to the Nation.</p>
+</div></div>
+<h4>
+<i>Satire</i>, 1756.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+CROSS TIMES.</h3>
+
+<p>
+When everybody was in suspense in consequence of the vacillating conduct
+of the French government, a gentleman with a determined <i>squint</i>, one
+day approached Talleyrand, and said to him, "Well, prince, how do
+affairs go on?" "As you see," replied Talleyrand.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+CHANGING HATS.</h3>
+
+<p>
+Barry, the painter, was with Nollekens, at Rome, in 1760, and they were
+extremely intimate. Barry took the liberty one night when they were
+about to leave the English coffee-house, to exchange hats with him;
+Barry's was edged with lace, and Nollekens' was a very shabby plain
+one. Upon his returning the hat the next morning, he was requested by
+Nollekens to let him know why he left him his gold-laced hat. "Why, to
+tell you the truth, my dear Joey," answered Barry, "I fully expected
+assassination last night; and I was to have been known by my laced hat."
+Nollekens often used to relate the story, adding, "It's what the Old
+Bailey people would call a true bill against Jem."&mdash;<i>Nollekens's Life
+and Times</i>.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+Napoleon's Roman bed at Malmaison was without curtains, and his arms
+were hung on the walls of the chamber.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+
+<h3>
+LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY OVER THE BROCKEN.</h3>
+<h4>
+BY S.T. COLERIDGE.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  &mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash; I moved on</p>
+<p>  With low and languid thought, for I had found</p>
+<p>  That grandest scenes have but imperfect charms</p>
+<p>  Where the eye vainly wanders, nor beholds</p>
+<p>  One spot with which the heart associates</p>
+<p>  Holy remembrances of child or friend,</p>
+<p>  Or gentle maid, our first and early love,</p>
+<p>  Or father, or the venerable name</p>
+<p>  Of our adored country. <i>O thou Queen,</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Thou delegated Deity of Earth,</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Oh "dear, dear" England, how my longing eyes</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds</i></p>
+<p>  <i>Thy sands and high white cliffs!</i> Sweet native isle,</p>
+<p>  This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears</p>
+<p>  To think of thee; and all the goodly view</p>
+<p>  From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills</p>
+<p>  Floated away, like a departing dream,</p>
+<p>  Feeble and dim.</p>
+</div></div>
+<h4><i>Amulet for</i> 1829.</h4>
+
+<p>
+We wish a few more of the tourists who are picking their way over the
+continent, would illustrate their books of travels with such noble
+sentiments as are contained in these few lines&mdash;instead of the querulous
+whinings about cheap and dear living, the miseries of our climate, and a
+thousand other ills of the <i>malade imaginaire</i>.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+Madame De Souza used to say that "cleanliness is the excellence of the
+poor."
+</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page288" name="page288"></a>[pg 288]</span>
+
+<h2>
+The Gatherer.</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"><p>
+  A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.</p>
+</div></div>
+<h4>Shakspeare.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+RUSSIA AND TURKEY.</h3>
+<h4>
+(<i>To the Editor of the Mirror</i>.)</h4>
+
+<p>
+The following intelligence from the seat of war, though premature in
+some respects, and <i>not quite</i> new in others, may be acceptable to your
+readers, from A.A.A.
+</p>
+<h3>
+ALPHABETICAL ALLITERATION.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  An awful army, artfully array'd,</p>
+<p>  Boldly by battery besieg'd Belgrade;</p>
+<p>  Cossack commanders cannonading come,</p>
+<p>  Dealing destruction's devastating doom,</p>
+<p>  Every endeavour engineers essay,</p>
+<p>  For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray.</p>
+<p>  Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good,</p>
+<p>  Heaves high his head heroic hardihood;</p>
+<p>  Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill,</p>
+<p>  Jostle John Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill.</p>
+<p>  Kick kindling Kutusoff, king's kinsmen kill;</p>
+<p>  Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines,</p>
+<p>  Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murd'rous mines.</p>
+<p>  Now nightfall's near, now needful nature nods,</p>
+<p>  Oppos'd, opposing, overcoming odds.</p>
+<p>  Poor peasants, partly purchas'd, partly press'd,</p>
+<p>  Quite quaking, "Quarter!&mdash;quarter!" quickly 'quest.</p>
+<p>  Reason returns, recalls redundant rage,</p>
+<p>  Saves sinking soldiers, softens signiors sage.</p>
+<p>  Truce, Turkey, truce! truce, treach'rous Tartar train!</p>
+<p>  Unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine!</p>
+<p>  Vanish, vile vengeance! vanish, victory vain!</p>
+<p>  Wisdom wails war&mdash;wails warring words. What were</p>
+<p>  Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier?</p>
+<p>  Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest,</p>
+<p>  Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr/>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Ye learned, pray say, who dark mysteries unfold,</p>
+<p>  Why razors cut better with <i>hot</i> water than <i>cold</i>.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+Every kind of knife or razor is a fine saw, though we cannot possibly
+see it with the naked eye; and on all the edges of those fine polished
+tools there sticks a kind of resinous substance, which, when put into
+warm water, takes off the same, and makes the razor cut more easy and
+free.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+A father had three sons, in whose company he was walking when an old
+enemy of his came running out of an ambush, and inflicted a severe wound
+upon him before any of the bystanders could interfere. The eldest son
+pursued the assassin, the second bound up his father's wound, and the
+third swooned away. Which of the sons loved his father best?
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+MRS. BILLINGTON.</h3>
+
+<p>
+At a rehearsal of <i>As You Like It</i>, Mrs. Billington, who sustained the
+principal female character, called out in a very peremptory manner,
+"Fellow, bring me my crook." Mr. Simmonds, the property-man, immediately
+replied, "Madam, your fellow is not here." She felt the rebuke, and made
+the request more successfully in more proper language; thus by hook or
+by crook obtaining it.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+<p>
+Cato the Censor only repented of three things during his life&mdash;to have
+gone by sea when he could go by land, to have passed a day inactive, and
+to have told a secret to his wife.
+</p>
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+"GONE TO JERICHO."</h3>
+
+<p>
+Tradition says that there is more than one place in the county of Essex
+to which Henry VIII. used occasionally to retire with his mistresses.
+One of these was Blackmore, at some distance from Shenfield. The
+manor-house of Blackmore is called <i>Jericho;</i> so when Harry chose to
+retire with his mistresses, the cant phrase among the courtiers was,
+"<i>He was gone to Jericho</i>." Hence this proverb or saying.
+</p>
+<h4>
+HALBERT H.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<h3>
+HUMBLE, OR UMBLE PIE.</h3>
+
+<p>
+The shanks and feet of a buck being called <i>umbles</i>, were formerly made
+into a pie for the retainers or feudal servants. Hence arose the old
+saying of "You shall eat humble pie."
+</p>
+<h4>
+HALBERT H.</h4>
+
+<hr/>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>  Says Tom, "Your lass look'd like a winter's day,</p>
+<p class="i2">    When last I saw her with the Misses Flirty."</p>
+<p>  "Indeed, you're merry, but tell me pray?"</p>
+<p class="i2">    "Why, then," quoth Tom, "she was both short and dirty."</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h4>
+W.G&mdash;y.</h4>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a>
+<b>Footnote 1</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag1">(return)</a>
+<p>From the time of Alcibiades to the reign of Mahommed II.,
+Constantinople has undergone twenty-four sieges.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote2" name="footnote2"></a>
+<b>Footnote 2</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag2">(return)</a>
+<p> Indisposition has as yet prevented our witnessing the
+representation of <i>Rienzi</i>; but we have been told by our play-going
+friends that every scene is listened to with marked attention, and that
+many passages are judiciously applauded. We are glad to hear this,
+because it is strong encouragement for other dramatists, and leads us
+to hope that tragedy-writing may still be revived among us, and that
+with greater success than has attended many recent efforts.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote3" name="footnote3"></a>
+<b>Footnote 3</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag3">(return)</a>
+<p> The passage between commas is omitted in the
+representation, but we know not why.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+
+<blockquote class="footnote">
+<a id="footnote4" name="footnote4"></a>
+<b>Footnote 4</b>:
+<a href="#footnotetag4">(return)</a>
+<p> The portion of this sum paid for the literary department
+would form a curious item in the records of genius, especially in
+contrast with Milton's five pounds for his <i>Paradise Lost</i>.</p>
+</blockquote>
+
+<hr class="full" />
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+<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>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and
+Instruction, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
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+Title: The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction
+       Volume 12, No. 338, Saturday, November 1, 1828.
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: February 21, 2004 [EBook #11210]
+
+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MIRROR OF LITERATURE ***
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+Produced by Jonathan Ingram, The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and
+Instruction, David Garcia and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
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+THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
+
+VOL. XII, No. 338.] SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1828. [PRICE 2d.
+
+
+
+
+Nelson's Monument, at Liverpool.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+In No. 270 of the MIRROR, you favoured us with a correct engraving of
+the Town Hall, Liverpool, and informed us of a trophied monument erected
+to the memory of Nelson in the Liverpool Exchange Buildings. Of the
+latter I am happy to be able to present you with the above view.
+
+The monument, executed in bronze by Richard Westmacott, Esq. R.A.
+is erected in the area of the Liverpool Exchange Buildings, and was
+completed in October, 1823. The subscription amounted to about 9,000l.
+The weight of the bronze of which it is composed is estimated at upwards
+of 22 tons. The figures are in the proportion of seven feet.
+
+On a basis of Westmoreland marble stands a circular pedestal of the same
+material, and peculiarly suitable in colour to the group which it
+supports. At the base of the pedestal are four emblematic figures, in
+the character of captives, or vanquished enemies, in allusion to Lord
+Nelson's victories. The spaces between these figures, on the sides of
+the pedestal, are filled by four grand bas-reliefs, executed in bronze,
+representing some of the great naval actions in which Nelson was
+engaged. The other parts of the pedestal are richly decorated with
+lions' heads and festoons of laurel; and in a moulding round the upper
+part of it is inscribed, in brass letters, pursuant to the resolution
+of the general meeting, that most impressive charge delivered by the
+illustrious commander previous to the commencement of the battle of
+Trafalgar, "ENGLAND EXPECTS EVERY MAN TO DO HIS DUTY."
+
+The figures constituting the principal design are Nelson, Victory, and
+Death: his Country mourning for her loss, and her Navy, eager to avenge
+it,--naturally claim a place in the group.
+
+The principal figure is the Admiral, resting one foot on a conquered
+enemy, and the other on a cannon. With an eye stedfast and upraised to
+Victory, he is receiving from her a fourth naval crown upon his sword,
+which, to indicate the loss of his right arm, is held in his left hand.
+The maimed limb is concealed by the enemy's flag, which Victory is
+lowering to him. Under the folds of the flag Death lies in ambush for
+his victim, intimating, that Nelson received the reward of his valour
+and the stroke of death at the same moment.
+
+By the figure of an exasperated British seaman is represented the zeal
+of the navy to wreak vengeance on the enemies who robbed England of her
+gallant leader.
+
+Britannia, with laurels in her hand, and leaning regardless of them on
+her spear and shield, describes the feelings of the country fluctuating
+between the pride and the anguish of triumph so dearly purchased, but
+relying for security on her own resources.
+
+_Hoxton_. T. WARD.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TAKING OF CONSTANTINOPLE BY THE TURKS.[1]
+
+[1] From the time of Alcibiades to the reign of Mahommed II.,
+Constantinople has undergone twenty-four sieges.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+Mahomet II., soon after he mounted the Turkish throne, resolved to
+achieve some glorious action, that he might surpass the fame of his
+predecessors; and nothing appeared so compatible with his ambition as
+the gaining of Constantinople, and the total subversion of the Greek
+empire, which at that period was in a very precarious condition. The
+sultan, therefore, made vast preparations, which the Greek emperor,
+Constantine VIII., perceiving, he solicited the aid of several Christian
+princes, especially of Pope Nicholas V. and the king of Naples; but they
+_all_, in a most unaccountable manner, excused themselves. Being thus
+disappointed, the emperor laid an embargo on all vessels within his
+ports, so that he added about three thousand veterans of different
+nations to the garrison of his imperial city, which before consisted
+of only six thousand Greeks.
+
+In the spring of 1453, Mahomet set forward, with an army of three
+hundred thousand men, for Constantinople, which city, on the ninth day
+of April, was closely invested by land. The Turkish galleys would have
+done the same by sea, had not the emperor been extremely vigilant, for
+he caused the haven to be strongly chained from Constantinople to Pera,
+having within the chain his whole strength of shipping. The Turks, on
+the land side, erected towers, cast up trenches, and raised batteries;
+from these works they carried on their attacks with great fury, and made
+several breaches, which, however, the besieged repaired with much
+industry, at the same time repulsing their enemies with artillery. This
+unexpected bravery greatly enraged Mahomet, who loudly exclaimed, "It is
+neither the Grecians' skill nor courage, but the Franks, that defend the
+city." Affairs stood thus, when a renegado Christian informed the sultan
+how he might bring part of his fleet over land to the very haven of
+Constantinople. Mahomet, who began to despair of taking the city,
+determined to put the project of the renegado into execution; and he
+therefore committed the charge of it to a famous bassa, who, with
+wonderful labour, brought seventy vessels out of the Bosphorus, up a
+steep hill, the space of eight miles, to the haven of the city. The
+Turks, being thus miraculously possessed of the haven, assaulted the
+city also on that side; but their whole fleet was shamefully routed,
+and ten thousand of their men were killed. Yet this loss, instead
+of depressing their spirits, increased their courage, and on the
+twenty-ninth of May, early in the morning, they approached the walls
+with greater violence than ever; but so undaunted was the resolution
+of the Christians, that they repulsed their assailants with prodigious
+slaughter for a considerable time.
+
+Constantine, however, who had undertaken the charge of one of the city
+gates, unhappily received a wound in the arm; and, being obliged to
+retire from the scene of action, his soldiers were discouraged, forsook
+their stations, and fled after him, notwithstanding his earnest prayers
+to the contrary. In their flight, they crowded so thickly together,
+that, while endeavouring to enter a passage, above eight hundred of them
+were pressed to death. The ill-fated emperor likewise perished. It is
+needless to describe what quickly ensued--the infidels became masters of
+the fine city of Constantinople, whose inhabitants were all,--except
+those who were reserved for lust,--put to the sword, and the plunder,
+pursuant to a promise made previously by the sultan, was given up to the
+Turkish soldiers for three days together.
+
+G.W.N.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+GAME OF CHESS.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+Perceiving in No. 321 of the MIRROR a brief history of the game of
+chess, perhaps the following anecdote will not be found unacceptable
+to your readers:--When the game of chess was first invented, the emperor
+of China sent for the inventor, and desired him to teach it him. The
+emperor was so delighted with the game, that he told the inventor
+whatever he should demand should be given him as a remuneration for his
+discovery. To which he replied, that if his majesty would but give him a
+grain of corn for the first square of the chess-board, and keep doubling
+it every check until he arrived at the end, he would be satisfied. At
+first the emperor was astonished at what he thought the man's modesty,
+and instantly ordered his request to be granted.
+
+The following is the sum total of the number of grains of corn, and also
+the number of times they would reach round the world, which is 360
+degrees, each degree being 69-1/2 miles:--
+
+18446743573783086315 grains.
+
+3883401821 times round the world.
+
+I perfectly agree with your correspondent that China has the preference
+of invention.
+
+G.H.C.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH'S VIRGINAL.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+On reading No. 336 of the MIRROR, I saw an account of an ancient musical
+instrument, _the virginal_, stating it to have been an instrument much
+in use in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. That such was the case there can
+be no doubt, for the musical world can still furnish many compositions,
+written expressly for Queen Elizabeth, her majesty being considered a
+very good performer on the virginal. But it is not generally known that
+the very identical instrument, the favourite property of that queen,
+is still in the possession of a Mr. Jonah Child, artist, of Dudley,
+Worcestershire. It is a very fine-toned old instrument, considering the
+many improvements which have been made since that date, and if put in
+good repair, (which might easily be done, it being quite playable in its
+present state,) it would not disgrace the name of a Kirkman, or of any
+of our latest and best harpsichord makers; indeed, it is very far
+superior to any other instrument of the kind I ever heard. The case is
+good, particularly in the inside, which is of exquisite workmanship, and
+beautifully ornamented with (as far as I recollect) gilt scroll work; on
+the keys has been bestowed a great deal of labour and curious taste.
+Each of the sharps, or short keys, is composed of a number (perhaps
+thirty) of bits of pearl, &c., well wrought together. On the whole it
+is an object well worthy of the attention of the antiquarian and the
+musician.
+
+Although a stranger to Mr. Jonah Child, I feel great pleasure, while
+speaking on the subject, in acknowledging the very courteous reception
+I once met with, on calling at that gentleman's house to see the above
+curiosity.
+
+_Hampstead Road_. S.A.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+FIRE TOWERS.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+I perceive by a paper in your interesting little work, that the round
+towers so common in Scotland and Ireland, have afforded the antiquaries
+much room for the display of their erudition, in ascertaining the
+purposes for which these towers have been erected.
+
+Now, if any of these worthy and learned gentlemen were to take a trip to
+Sutherlandshire, in Scotland, they would see the _exact purpose_ for
+which these buildings were erected; it was merely for the purpose of
+hanging the church bell in, as stated by your correspondent, in No. 335,
+of the MIRROR; for there stands at present in the parish of Clyne, near
+Dunrobin, the seat of the most noble the Marquess of Stafford, one of
+the said towers with the church bell hung in it to this day, unless
+removed since last October, the time at which I was there. It stands on
+the top of an eminence, a short distance (about fifty yards) to the west
+of the parish church, and is about twenty-five feet high.
+
+A. GAEL.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+A SUMMER SCENE, BY CLAUDE.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+  How proudly those hush'd towers receive the glow
+  That mellows the gold sunset--and the trees,
+  Clasping with their deep belt the festal hills,
+  Are ting'd with summer-beauty; the rich waves
+  Swell out their hymn o'er shells and sweet blue flow'rs,
+  And haply the pure seamaid, wandering by,
+  Dips in them her soft tresses. The calm sea,
+  Floating in its magnificence, is seen
+  Like an elysian isle, whose sapphire depths
+  Entranc'd the Arabian poets! In the west,
+  The clouds blend their harmonious pageantry
+  With the descending sun-orb; some appear
+  Like Jove's immortal bird, whose eyes contain'd
+  An essence of its sanctity--and some
+  Seem like proud temples, form'd but to admit
+  The souls of god-like men! Emerald and gold
+  And pink, that softens down the aerial bow,
+  Are interspersed promiscuously, and form
+  A concentration of all lovely things!
+  And far off cities, glittering with the pomp
+  Of spire and pennon, laugh their joyance up
+  In the deep flood of light. Sweet comes the tone
+  Of the touch'd lute from yonder orange bow'rs,
+  And the shrill cymbal pours its elfin spell
+  Into the peasant's being!
+                            A sublime
+  And fervid mind was _his_, whose pencil trac'd
+  The grandeur of this scene! Oh! matchless Claude!
+  Around the painter's mastery thou hast thrown
+  An halo of surpassing loveliness!
+  Gazing on thy proud works, we mourn the curse
+  Which 'reft our race of Eden, for from thee,
+  As from a seraph's wing, we catch the hues
+  That sunn'd our primal heritage ere sin
+  Weav'd her dark oracles. With thee, sweet Claude!
+  _Thee!_ and blind Maeonides would I dwell
+  By streams that gush out richness; there should be
+  Tones that entrance, and forms more exquisite
+  Than throng the sculptor's visions! I would dream
+  Of gorgeous palaces, in whose lit halls
+  Repos'd the reverend magi, and my lips
+  Would pour their spiritual commune 'mid the hush
+  Of those enchanting groves!
+
+_Deal_.
+
+REGINALD AUGUSTINE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+THE NOVELIST
+
+A LEGEND OF THE HARTZ.
+
+(_For the Mirror_.)
+
+
+  "Still the boar held on his way
+  Careless through what toils it lay,
+  Down deep in the tangled dell--
+  Or o'er the steep rock's pinnacle.
+  Staunch the steed, and bold the knight
+  That would follow such a flight!"
+
+
+The night was fast closing in, and the last retiring beams of the sun
+shed a mournful light over an extensive tract of forest bordering upon
+the district of the Hartz, just as (but I must not forget the date,
+somewhere about the year 1547,) the Baron Rudolf found himself in the
+very disagreeable predicament of having totally lost his companions and
+his way, amidst an almost interminable region of forest and brushwood.
+"Hans," addressing himself to his noble steed, "my old veteran, I must
+trust to thee, since thy master's wit is at a stand, to extricate us
+from this dilemma."
+
+The animal finding his head free, moved forward as fast as bush and
+brake would permit him. They had proceeded in this way for half an hour
+longer, when the Baron at last bethought himself of his bugle, and wound
+a long and powerful blast; but the echo was the only answer he received.
+He repeated the sound with the like effect. Again the Baron lost his
+patience, and "Der terefel--" when all at once his steed made a dead
+stop, and pricked up his ears as at some well known sound. The Baron
+listened attentively, and distinctly heard the blast he had sounded ten
+minutes before, responded by one so exactly similar, though apparently
+at a great distance, that he could scarcely believe the "evidence" of
+his ears. "By the mass but that must be the work of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger himself, for no one in my own broad barony can wind that
+blast save Rudolf Wurtzheim." He shrunk within himself at the very
+thought; for to any one it was rather appalling to meet this being at
+such a place and hour. The recollection of an adventure in these wilds
+which occurred on this very eve, twelve-months previous, now rushed
+vividly to his mind. The concurrence in the date was startling. In
+short, on reflection, he began to think there was witchcraft throughout
+the affair.
+
+He had lost his companions of the chase in rather a singular manner; on
+this afternoon, being unusually unsuccessful, the Baron, while hunting
+a brace of favourite stag-hounds in a dell apart from the rest of the
+field, suddenly struck upon a boar of remarkable size; attracted by the
+cries of the dogs, the Baron spurred Hans to the pursuit, and did not
+reflect that he was pursuing a route apart from the other hunters; and
+trusting to his knowledge of the wilds he so often traversed, he bore
+on with undiminished speed. The boar seemed to have a pair of wings in
+addition to his legs. Suffice it to say, that though Hans chased him in
+gallant style, yet the Baron eventually lost his way in the pursuit,
+partly owing to the doubling of the animal, till both dogs and boar
+completely disappeared from sight.
+
+Entangled in the forest, the evening rapidly approached, a general hush
+prevailed, and all endeavours to recover his track seemed fruitless.
+
+The sun had now gone down for a considerable time, and a mist was
+arising that obscured the little light which the luminary of night
+afforded.
+
+"Mein Gott," exclaimed the Baron, "mortal or devil, he has involved me
+in a very disagreeable predicament, and to avoid him is, I fear,
+impossible." He once more sounded a long blast; again the blast was
+re-echoed after a short lapse of time, though seemingly at an extreme
+distance. "Ah, there it comes again! what if my ears should deceive me,
+and this should be the answering bugle of my faithful Wildstein." The
+thought infused some fresh vigour into him; the low night wind murmuring
+through the trees, reminded him of the importance of every moment, Hans
+and his master pushed onwards through brake and dell.
+
+It will be necessary, however, that we should leave the Baron for
+awhile, and detail some occurrences germane to our tale, and which are
+necessary for its developement. And now as Mark Antony says, "Lend me
+your ear."
+
+Some years before the preceding events took place, there dwelt in a spot
+of the most romantic description, a personage known by the designation
+of Mynheer von Heidelberger. No one had either heard or could recollect
+when or whence he came. Strange rumours were afloat respecting this
+person, and the peasantry crossed themselves with fright if they were
+led near the spot where his dwelling was said to be; and if his name
+was casually mentioned in the circle round the winter's hearth, all
+involuntarily drew their seats into a closer space. Impelled by
+adventurous curiosity, many individuals were said to have visited him,
+for the purpose of obtaining some insight into futurity; for his
+knowledge of the future, and the "things that none may name," was
+reputed to be great. It was also rumoured that some of his visitants
+had never returned.
+
+About this time, by the sudden death of her father, the Baron Ernest,
+who was killed, it was believed, by a fall from his horse while hunting,
+Agatha von Keilermann was left sole and undisputed heiress of his vast
+domains. A prize so great, united to a fair person, caused many suitors
+to be on the alert; but they all met with ill success, being generally
+dismissed rather summarily.
+
+Ambition was always the ruling passion of Rudolf Wurtzheim, whose
+domains adjoined those of the Baron Ernest, and before the death of
+the latter it had also been allied to jealousy of his great power and
+wealth. Not daunted by the ill success of his predecessors, he became a
+suitor of the fair Agatha. He met with a summary repulse. Burning with
+rage and mortified ambition, the Baron bethought himself of Mynheer von
+Heidelberger, of whose fame he had sometimes heard.
+
+At the close of a day far advanced in autumn, he set off to visit this
+being. The howling of the wind as it came in fitful gusts through the
+openings of the forest, formed no bad accompaniment to his thoughts;
+while the indistinct twilight received little aid from the moon, which
+waded through heavy masses of clouds. The Baron, however, was a man of
+daring spirit. He had often been led past the spot, whilst engaged in
+the chase, near which the _solitaire_ was said to dwell:--
+
+  "Vague mystery hangs on all these desert places!
+    The fear which hath no name hath wrought a spell,
+  Strength, courage, wrath, have been, and left no traces!
+    They came--and fled; but whither? who can tell!"
+
+He several times, on account of the uncertain light, lost his track.
+At length he emerged into the rocky scenery of the mountain side, and
+an indistinct light in the distance served to guide his steps. He now
+entered between two rocks of great height; till a magnificent waterfall
+almost blocked up the way. The Baron stepped cautiously forward,
+and after apparently passing through a cavern, the scene opened and
+displayed (for, to his surprise, the light was greatly increased,)
+a wild view, in which nature had piled rock, cavern, and mountain
+together, till the whole seemed lost and blended in one general chaos.
+At the foot, and a short distance before him, were seen a number of
+persons of venerable aspect, grouped on the turf around the vast
+amphitheatre of rocks, and a noise as of many hammers, greeted his
+ears. Attracted onwards by the now distinct glittering light, the Baron
+proceeded boldly to the mouth of what seemed a natural grotto. He loudly
+demanded admittance, the entrance being blocked up with a large stone.
+He was at first answered by a scornful laugh; indeed, as he afterwards
+found, he had entered by the wrong path, and observed a scene, perhaps,
+never displayed to mortal eyes. The stone was at last removed, and in
+the interior he found the object of his search:--
+
+                    He, like the tenant
+  Of some night haunted ruin, bore an aspect
+  Of horrors, worn to habitude.
+
+What passed will appear in the sequel, and the Baron returned just at
+nightfall; while his ghastly demeanour and unquiet eye betokened the
+nature of his visit. It is said many a wild and unearthly peal of
+laughter resounded that night through the mountains.
+
+In three months from that time the lady Agatha became his wife. She had
+suddenly disappeared from her grounds a short time before, and to the
+amazement and wonder of all, returned with the Baron Wurtzheim, to whom
+she was united the same evening. Rumour was busy upon this occasion, but
+the mystery which enveloped it was never dispersed. The lady Agatha,
+however, seemed oppressed with a ceaseless gloom; in a short time she
+devoted herself entirely to seclusion, and in a year after her marriage,
+expired in giving birth to a son. The demeanour of Rudolf was most
+strange on this occasion. He had apparently a weight on his mind, which
+seemed to increase with dissipation, when he devoted his time to hunting
+and nightly revels, with a band of choice friends and dependents. Time,
+however, which blunts the edge of the keenest misfortunes, seemed to
+restore him to his former self.
+
+Years passed away. Some time before the commencement of this legend, the
+Baron lost his path whilst hunting, and was benighted in the forest.
+After much fatigue, he was attracted by a light amongst trees which he
+found to proceed from a low building. It was in a state of extreme
+dilapidation, though a sort of wing appeared to have been recently
+tenanted. His knocks for admittance not having been answered, he lifted
+up the latch and boldly entered. Nothing greeted his sight save the
+almost extinguished remains of a fire. The apartment was lone and
+destitute of furniture. Having bestowed Hans as well as he could,
+he laid himself on the floor; while he felt an extreme chillness of
+spirits, which he endeavoured in vain to shake off; he was soon buried
+in sleep.
+
+He was awakened by a noise resembling the strokes of many hammers.
+He conceived his senses must be wandering, for he found that he was
+at the entrance of the amphitheatre of rocks near the dwelling of the
+_solitaire_. The same group of figures appeared, and it was not long
+before a voice, which he knew to be that of Heidelberger, slowly
+repeated the following chant:--
+
+  Woe to him who dares intrude
+  Upon our midnight solitude!
+  Woe to him whose faith is broken--
+  Better he had never spoken.
+  'Ere twelve moons shall pass away,
+  Thou wilt he beneath our sway.
+  Drear the doom, and dark the fate
+  Of him who rashly dares our hate!
+
+  Deceive me once, I tell thee never
+  Shall thy soul and body sever!
+  Under the greenwood wilt thou lie,
+  Nor shall thou there unheeded die.
+  Mortal, thou my vengeance brave,
+  Thou had'st better seen thy grave.
+  Drear the doom, and dark the fate
+  Of him who rashly dares our hate!
+
+Meanwhile the Baron had sunk into a state of insensibility. When he
+awoke from his trance it was broad daylight, and the birds were singing
+merrily around the ruin.
+
+After this adventure, the Baron resumed many of his old habits; and
+sought by deeper dissipation to dispel the visions of the past. His son
+was now grown up a sickly youth, and his father's inquietude about him
+was so great that he would not suffer him for a moment to be out of the
+sight of his attendants.
+
+The year rolled on without any harm befalling the Baron, and his
+spirits lightened as the time advanced. He had almost forgotten the
+circumstance, when on the day preceding that of the anniversary of the
+adventure just related, a grand hunting party was proposed, it being the
+birth-day of his son. We now return to the situation in which we left
+the Baron at the beginning of this legend.
+
+The forest seemed to the exhausted Rudolf, almost interminable, and
+this provoking horn perplexed him sadly. On this night the dreaded
+twelve-months expired. The bare thought made him redouble his speed.
+The darkness seemed increasing, and the flapping of the bats and hoarse
+croaking of the night birds, disturbed by his progress through the
+branches, did not add to his comfort; when to his great joy, he felt a
+strong current of air, and found that he had at last apparently emerged
+from the thickest of the forest. The moon was now beginning to cast her
+"peerless light" over the scene, and Rudolf perceived he was in an
+extensive amphitheatre or opening of the trees, which he could not
+recollect ever having seen before, bounded at a short distance by what
+seemed a small lake, near the centre of which grew a large and solitary
+pine.
+
+The moon had now fully risen. Hans who had been flagging for some time,
+fell suddenly lame. From this fresh misfortune the Baron was aroused by
+the well known baying of his gallant stag-hounds. "Aiglette and Caspar
+are not baying after nothing," thought he. He was not long in suspense.
+To his extreme amazement, the identical boar which had caused all his
+trouble and fatigue, appeared closely followed by both the dogs.
+
+"Donner et blitzen," exclaimed the Baron, using the first oath that came
+uppermost, "but this exceeds belief." The boar no sooner perceived
+him than he turned upon him with the utmost fury. The Baron hastily
+dismounted under the aged tree, though he was stiff and fatigued, for
+Hans was now utterly incapable of exertion. His sword quickly glanced in
+the moonshine--"Time was" said he, "when this had been the very pastime
+I desired." The murderous animal attacked him with such impetuosity that
+his well-tried skill failed him, and he was the next moment thrown under
+its feet. The struggle now became desperate, for the animal had no
+common foe to contend with. Before it could wound him with its tusks,
+which seemed of unusual size, it required not an instant's thought in
+Rudolf to draw his dagger from his belt, and the next instant it was
+buried to its hilt in the throat of his adversary. At the same moment
+the tusks of the boar entered his side. Rudolf breathed a few words of
+an almost forgotten prayer, when the animal, uttering a dreadful yell,
+gave a convulsive spring into the air, and fell lifeless, half
+smothering the Baron with its gore.
+
+Life was now fast ebbing from the side of Rudolf, when he was aroused by
+the sound of a voice, whose tones even at this dreadful moment thrilled
+through his soul with horror. Enveloped in a thick fog which had been
+gradually spreading around the scene of the combat, he could discern the
+fiend Heidelberger and his charmed circle; with an air of triumph they
+chanted the following lines:--
+
+  Mortal vain, thy course is run,
+  Thou hast seen thy setting sun--
+  Told I not true when I saw thee last,
+  That 'ere the circling year had passed,
+  Under the greenwood thou should'st be dying,
+  On the bloody greensward lying!
+
+  Deceived once, I tell thee never
+  Shall my victim from me sever--
+  Thou hast dared to brave our hate,
+  Rashly run upon thy fate!
+  Thou art on the greensward dying,
+  Underneath the greenwood lying!
+
+The hounds bayed. The moon entered a dark cloud; and, when it emerged,
+its pale beams fell upon the green amphitheatre and the aged tree; but
+there was no one under its shade.
+
+The following tradition is still related amongst the surrounding
+peasantry:--The Baron Rudolf, it is said, was enticed to sign over the
+bodies and souls of his future offspring to the fiend, Heidelberger, on
+condition that the latter would enable him to gain the person and
+possessions of the Lady Agatha. The contract, however, was obliged to be
+renewed at the birth of each child. Should he violate this convocation
+(which he signed with his own blood,) he granted similar power over
+himself; and the legend goes on to relate, that the whole of the members
+of the charmed circle were persons similarly enticed, who were doomed to
+a sort of perpetual labour, being compelled to chisel out their coffins
+in stone, which as soon as finished, were broken in pieces, when they
+were obliged to begin afresh.
+
+The consequence of the Baron's non-fulfilment of his convocation have
+already been seen; his son is related to have died childless, and the
+property to have been dispersed into the hands of others, having never
+remained since his death more than two generations in one family;
+apparently blighting all its possessors. And the peasantry aver that the
+noise made by the continual labour of its victims, may still be heard by
+the adventurous at the close of day.
+
+VYVYAN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_On Planting Poor Light Land_.
+
+
+Besides paring and burning, and trenching the soil previous to making
+the plantation, Mr. Withers, (who received the large silver medal from
+the Society for the Encouragement of Arts, &c. London, for experiments
+conducted on the subject in Norfolk,) spreads on it marl and farmyard
+dung, as for a common agricultural crop, and at the same time keeps the
+surface perfectly free from weeds by hoeing till the young trees have
+completely covered the ground. The progress that they make under this
+treatment is so extremely rapid, as apparently to justify, in _an
+economical point of view_, the extraordinary expenses that attend it. In
+three years, even oaks and other usually slow growing forest trees have
+covered the land, making shoots by three feet in a season, and throwing
+out roots well qualified, by their number and length, to derive from the
+subsoil abundant nourishment, in proportion as the surface becomes
+exhausted.--_Trans. Soc. Arts_.
+
+_The Air Plant_.
+
+Prince Leopold has succeeded in bringing to perfection that
+extraordinary exotic, the air plant. It is suspended from the ceiling,
+and derives its nourishment entirely from the atmosphere.
+
+_Potato Flour_.
+
+The farina, or meal, obtained from potatoes is now regularly sold in the
+markets of Scotland. It is _stated_ to be quite equal to genuine arrow
+root; but this is quite a mistake, unless the nutritious properties of
+arrow root have been overrated. Sir John Sinclair has devoted much of
+his time to the preparation of the flour; but as we gave his process
+many weeks since, it is not necessary to repeat it here.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Kynaston's Cave.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+We are indebted to the portfolio of an interesting lady correspondent
+for the original of the above engraving. The ingenious draughtswoman
+states the drawing to have been taken during a recent tour; and our
+readers will allow it to be _fair sketch_. By way of rendering it
+unique, we append the following description from the same fair hand:--
+
+From Shrewsbury to the Ness Cliff, (on the road to Ceriogg Bridge,)
+there is in the scenery little worthy of remark, until we approach
+the latter place, when the cliff on the right hand, and the Brathyn
+mountains (Montgomeryshire) on the left of the traveller, produce a
+very picturesque effect; and the post-house of Ness Cliff commands an
+extensive and lovely view of mountainous and champagne country. At this
+place we were invited to see a curious cave cut in the rock, which was,
+in the sixteenth century, the residence of one Humphrey Kynaston, a
+notorious bandit. This, however, was not his own work, since Ness Cliff,
+having been worked as a quarry, the cave, either by accident or design,
+was wrought by the labourers, and used by them as _salle a manger_,
+dormitory, or tool-house, according to circumstances. We proceeded to it
+by a broad rising walk of red sand, delightfully wooded, and presenting
+an enchanting view of the Brathyn and Wrekin, as well as the country for
+some miles round. At the end of this walk is a gate, which opens into a
+small grove; proceeding a little into which, we saw the cave in the high
+red cliff immediately before us. We ascended by a considerable flight of
+narrow and rugged steps cut from the solid rock: the interior of this
+curious place is as black as a coal-mine, and a partition, more than
+half the way across, divides the part where Kynaston used to reside
+by day from that in which he slept and _kept his horse_, for he had
+actually the ingenuity to make the animal ascend and descend the stairs
+above-mentioned. The robber's initials, and the date of the year in
+which we may suppose he cut them, appear on the partition just opposite
+the entrance. The romance of the place was not a little augmented by the
+appearance of its inhabitant, (a blacksmith,) whose tall, thin figure,
+and whose pale, wild, and haggard countenance, well accorded with the
+singularity of his abode. He read for our amusement and _instruction_,
+I conceive, a few choice passages from a well-thumbed penny pamphlet,
+purporting to contain the veritable history of the adventurous Kynaston;
+from whence it appeared that Master Humphrey was a gentleman, like "that
+prince of thieves," Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the
+poor, avenging the innocent, and chivalrous where ladies, or the lure of
+plunder, called forth his prowess; that his depredations were numerous,
+even in the face of day, and in the teeth of his enemies; and yet that
+those who admired and sided with him were for a considerable period the
+terror of the whole legal force who were on the alert to seize him. This
+interesting memoir was recited by the son of Vulcan, with an enthusiasm
+and delectable pronunciation, that could only be appreciated by hearing
+it, and was altogether inimitable. Strange! thought I, that this cave,
+once the residence of a robber, should now have become that of a
+_forger_.
+
+M.L.B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+The Selector;
+
+and
+
+Literary Notices of
+
+_New Works_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+RIENZI.
+
+
+In No. 335, we gave the outline of the story of Rienzi, principally from
+Gibbon, but interspersed from other authorities. Miss Mitford's tragedy
+has since been represented with considerable success, and published.
+In the preface, we are told, that in addition to the splendid narrative
+of Gibbon, recourse has been had to "the still more graphical and
+interesting account of Rienzi's eventful career," contained in _L'Abbe
+de Sade's_ Memoirs of Petrarque; and that, "as far as the female
+characters are concerned," the materials are entirely from invention.
+All this may appear well enough for the construction of the drama,
+and the female characters are drawn with peculiar grace and feeling;
+but we do not see why the character of Rienzi should be so essentially
+altered from history as it has been; neither do we think that any
+desirable effect has been gained by this change. In history, Rienzi is a
+master-spirit of reckless and atrocious daring, but in the drama, he is
+softened down to a fickle liberty brawler, and the sternest of his vices
+are glossed over with an almost inconsistent show of affection and
+tenderness. As he there stands, he is rather like an injured man, than
+one who so liberally dealt oppression and injustice around him.
+
+Miss Mitford's tragedy will, however, be read with considerable interest
+in the closet, and fully to appreciate its beauties, every one who has
+witnessed it, ought to read it; for many of its "delicate touches" must
+be lost in the immense area of Drury Lane Theatre.[2] The plot is
+simple, and is effectively told; but as the newspapers, daily and
+weekly, have already detailed it, we shall confine ourselves to a few
+passages, which, in our reading, appeared to us among the many beauties
+of the drama.
+
+[2] Indisposition has as yet prevented our witnessing the representation
+of _Rienzi_; but we have been told by our play-going friends that every
+scene is listened to with marked attention, and that many passages are
+judiciously applauded. We are glad to hear this, because it is strong
+encouragement for other dramatists, and leads us to hope that
+tragedy-writing may still be revived among us, and that with greater
+success than has attended many recent efforts.
+
+
+PROGRESS OF RIENZI'S DISAFFECTION.
+
+
+  _Claudia_. He is changed,
+  Grievously changed; still good and kind, and full
+  Of fond relentings--crossed by sudden gusts
+  Of wild and stormy passion. Then, he's so silent--
+  He once so eloquent. Of old, each show,
+  Bridal, or joust, or pious pilgrimage,
+  Lived in his vivid speech. Oh! 'twas my joy,
+  In that bright glow of rapid words, to see
+  Clear pictures, as the slow procession coiled
+  Its glittering length, or stately tournament
+  Grew statelier, in his voice. Now he sits mute--
+  His serious eyes bent on the ground--each sense
+  Turned inward.
+
+  _Rienzi_. Claudia, in these bad days,
+  When man must tread perforce the flinty path
+  Of duty, hard and rugged, fail not thou
+  Duly at night and morning to give thanks
+  To the all-gracious power that smoothed the way
+  For woman's tenderer feet.
+
+  _Colonna_. He hath turned
+  A bitter knave of late, and lost his mirth,
+  And mutters riddling warnings and wild tales
+  Of the great days of heathen Rome; and prates
+  Of peace, and liberty, and equal law,
+  And mild philosophy, to us the knights
+  And warriors of this warlike age, who rule
+  By the bright law of arms. The fool's grown wise--
+  A grievous change.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Hatred--
+  And danger--the two hands that tightest grasp
+  Each other--the two cords that soonest knit
+  A fast and stubborn tie: your true love-knot
+  Is nothing to it. Faugh! the supple touch
+  Of pliant interest, or the dust of time,
+  Or the pin-point of temper, loose, or not,
+  Or snap love's silken band. Fear and old hate,
+  They are sure weavers--they work for the storm,
+  The whirlwind, and the rocking surge; their knot
+  Endures till death.
+
+
+RIENZI'S TRIUMPH.
+
+
+  Hark--the bell, the bell!
+  The knell of tyranny--the mighty voice,
+  That, to the city and the plain--to earth,
+  And listening heaven, proclaims the glorious tale
+  Of Rome reborn, and Freedom. See, the clouds
+  Are swept away, and the moon's boat of light
+  Sails in the clear blue sky, and million stars
+  Look out on us, and smile.
+
+[_The gate of the Capitol opens, and Alberti and Soldiers join the
+People, and lay the keys at Rienzi's feet_.]
+
+  Hark! that great voice
+  Hath broke our bondage. Look, without a stroke
+  The Capitol is won--the gates unfold--
+  The keys are at our feet. Alberti, friend,
+  How shall I pay thy service? Citizens!
+  First to possess the palace citadel--
+  The famous strength of Rome; then to sweep on,
+  Triumphant, through her streets.
+
+[_As Rienzi and the People are entering the Capitol, he pauses_.]
+
+  Oh, glorious wreck
+  Of gods and Caesars! thou shalt reign again,
+  Queen of the world; and I--come on, come on,
+  My people!
+
+  _Citizens_. Live Rienzi--live our Tribune!
+
+
+CLAUDIA'S LAMENT FOR HER HUMBLE HOME.
+
+
+  Mine own dear home!
+  Father, I love not this new state; these halls,
+  Where comfort dies in vastness; these trim maids,
+  Whose service wearies me. Oh! mine old home!
+  My quiet, pleasant chamber, with the myrtle
+  Woven round the casement; and the cedar by,
+  Shading the sun; my garden overgrown
+  With flowers and herbs, thick-set as grass in fields;
+  My pretty snow-white doves: my kindest nurse;
+  And old Camillo!--Oh! mine own dear home!
+
+
+AMBITION.
+
+
+  Alas! alas!
+  I tremble at the height, Whene'er I think
+  Of the hot barons, of the fickle people,
+  And the inconstancy of power, I tremble
+  For thee, dear father.
+
+
+RIENZI'S WRONGS.
+
+
+_One of the Ursini is condemned to death--his brother intercedes_.
+
+  _Rie_. And darest talk thou to me of brothers? Thou,
+  Whose groom--wouldst have me break my own just laws,
+  To save thy brother? thine! Hast thou forgotten
+  When that most beautiful and blameless boy,
+  The prettiest piece of innocence that ever
+  Breath'd in this sinful world, lay at thy feet,
+  Slain by thy pampered minion, and I knelt
+  Before thee for redress, whilst thou--didst never
+  Hear talk of retribution? This is justice,
+  Pure justice, not revenge!--Mark well, my lords,
+  Pure, equal justice. Martin Ursini
+  Had open trial, is guilty, is condemned,
+  And he shall die!
+
+  _Colonna_. Yet listen to us--
+
+  _Rie_. Lords,
+  If ye could range before me all the peers,
+  Prelates, and potentates of Christendom,--
+  The holy pontiff kneeling at my knee,
+  And emperors crouching at my feet, to sue
+  For this great robber, still I should be blind
+  As justice. But this very day a wife,
+  One infant hanging at her breast, and two,
+  Scarce bigger, first-born twins of misery,
+  Clinging to the poor rags that scarcely hid
+  Her squalid form, grasped at my bridle-rein
+  To beg her husband's life; condemned to die
+  For some vile, petty theft, some paltry scudi:
+  And, whilst the fiery war-horse chaf'd and sear'd,
+  Shaking his crest, and plunging to get free,
+  There, midst the dangerous coil, unmov'd, she stood,
+  Pleading in piercing words, the very cry
+  Of nature! And, when I at last said no--
+  For I said no to her--she flung herself
+  And those poor innocent babes between the stones
+  And my hot Arab's hoofs. We sav'd them all--
+  Thank heaven, we sav'd them all! but I said no
+  To that sad woman, midst her shrieks. Ye dare not
+  Ask me for mercy now.
+
+
+THE USURPER.
+
+
+  He bears him like a prince, save that he lacks
+  The port serene of majesty. His mood
+  Is fitful; stately now, and sad; anon,
+  Full of a hurried mirth; courteous awhile,
+  And mild; then bursting, on a sudden, forth,
+  Into sharp, biting taunts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  New power
+  Mounts to the brain like wine. For such disease,
+  Your skilful leech lets blood.
+
+
+RIENZI ON HIS DAUGHTER'S MARRIAGE.
+
+
+  A bridal
+  Is but a gilt and painted funeral
+  To the fond father who hath yielded up
+  His one sweet child. Claudia, thy love, thy duty,
+  Thy very name, is gone. Thou are another's;
+  Thou hast a master now; and I have thrown
+  My precious pearl away. Yet men who give
+  A living daughter to the fickle will
+  Of a capricious bridegroom, laugh--the madmen!
+  Laugh at the jocund bridal feast, and weep
+  When the fair corse is laid in blessed rest,
+  Deep, deep in mother earth. Oh, happier far,
+  So to have lost my child!
+
+
+FICKLE GREATNESS.
+
+
+  Thou art as one
+  Perched on some lofty steeple's dizzy height,
+  Dazzled by the sun, inebriate by long draughts
+  Of thinner air; too giddy to look down
+  Where all his safety lies; too proud to dare
+  The long descent to the low depths from whence
+  The desperate climber rose.
+
+
+RIENZI'S ORIGIN.
+
+
+  There's the sting,--
+  That I, an insect of to-day, outsoar
+  The reverend worm, nobility! Wouldst shame me
+  With my poor parentage!--Sir, I'm the son
+  Of him who kept a sordid hostelry
+  In the Jews' quarter--my good mother cleansed
+  Linen for honest hire.--Canst thou say worse?
+
+  _Ang_. Can worse be said?
+
+  _Rie_. Add, that my boasted schoolcraft
+  Was gained from such base toil, gained with such pain,
+  That the nice nurture of the mind was oft
+  Stolen at the body's cost. I have gone dinnerless
+  And supperless, the scoff of our poor street,
+  For tattered vestments and lean, hungry looks,
+  To pay the pedagogue.--Add what thou wilt
+  Of injury. Say that, grown into man,
+  I've known the pittance of the hospital,
+  And, more degrading still, the patronage
+  Of the Colonna. Of the tallest trees
+  The roots delve deepest. Yes, I've trod thy halls,
+  Scorned and derided midst their ribald crew,
+  A licensed jester, save the cap and bells,
+  I have borne this--and I have borne the death,
+  The unavenged death, of a dear brother.
+  I seemed, I was, a base, ignoble slave.
+  What am I?--Peace, I say!--What am I now?
+  Head of this great republic, chief of Rome--
+  In all but name, her sovereign--last of all,
+  Thy father.
+
+
+CIVIL WAR.
+
+
+  The city's full
+  Of camp-like noises--tramp of steeds, and clash
+  Of mail, and trumpet-blast, and ringing clang
+  Of busy armourers--the grim ban-dog bays--
+  The champing war horse in his stall neighs loud--
+  The vulture shrieks aloft.
+
+
+FEAR.
+
+
+  Terror, not love,
+  Strikes anchor in ignoble souls.
+
+
+THE CAPITOL BELL.[3]
+
+[3] The passage between commas is omitted in the representation, but we
+know not why.
+
+
+  It is the bell that thou so oft hast heard
+  Summoning the band of liberty--"the bell
+  That pealed its loud, triumphant note, and raised
+  Its mighty voice with such a mastery
+  Of glorious power, as if the spirit of sound
+  That dwells in the viewless wind, and walks the waves
+  Of the chafed sea, and rules the thunder-cloud
+  That shrouded him in that small orb, to spread
+  Tidings of freedom to the nations."
+
+
+RIENZI'S FALL.
+
+
+  And for such I left
+  The assured condition of my lowliness,--
+  The laughing days, the peaceful nights, the joys
+  Of a small, quiet home--for such I risked
+  Thy peace, my daughter. Abject, crouching slaves!
+  False, fickle, treacherous, perjured slaves!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Oh, had I laid
+  All earthly passion, pride, and pomp, and power,
+  And high ambition, and hot lust of rule,
+  Like sacrificial fruits, upon the altar
+  Of Liberty, divinest Liberty!
+  Then--but the dream that filled my soul was vast
+  As his whose mad ambition thinned the ranks
+  Of the Seraphim, and peopled hell. These slaves!
+  These crawling reptiles! May the curse of chains
+  Cling to them for ever.
+
+
+LIBERTY.
+
+
+  For liberty! Go seek
+  Earth's loftiest heights, and ocean's deepest caves;
+  Go where the sea-snake and the eagle dwell,
+  'Midst mighty elements,--where nature is.
+  And man is not, and ye may see afar,
+  Impalpable as a rainbow on the clouds.
+  The glorious vision! Liberty! I dream'd
+  Of such a goddess once--dream'd that yon slaves
+  Were Romans, such as rul'd the world, and I
+  Their tribune--vain and idle dream! Take back
+  The symbol and the power.
+
+
+We can well imagine the effect which Mr. Young gives to some of these
+eloquent passages. They are full of poetical and dramatic fire. Indeed,
+we know of no professor of the histrionic art who could give so accurate
+an embodiment of Rienzi--as Mr. Young, the most chaste and discreet, if
+not the most impassioned, actor on the British stage. Again, we can
+conceive the force of these lines in the manly tones of Mr. Cooper:
+
+  I know no father, save the valiant dead
+  Who lives behind a rampart of his slain
+  In warlike rest. I bend before no king,
+  Save the dread Majesty of heaven, Thy foe,
+  Thy mortal foe, Rienzi.
+
+In reprinting _Rienzi_, we suggest a larger size; we fear people in
+a second row of either circle of boxes, will find the type of the
+present edition too small; besides, they do not want to be checking
+the performers, or to be puzzled with "stage directions."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+THE BOY'S OWN BOOK.
+
+
+The sight of this little book, as thick as, and somewhat broader than,
+a Valpy's Virgil, will make scores of little Lord Lingers think of
+"bygone mirth, that after no repenting draws." It is all over a holiday
+book, stuck as full of wood-cuts as a cake is of currants, and not like
+the widely-thrown fruit of school plum puddings.
+
+To begin with the exterior, which is one of the most ingenious specimens
+of block-printing we have yet seen. The medallion frontispiece contains
+the Publishers' Dedication to "the young of Great Britain," in return
+for which their healths should be drunk at the next breaking-up of every
+school in the empire.
+
+As it professes to be a complete encyclopaedia of the sports and
+pastimes of youth, it contains, 1. Minor Sports, as marbles, tops,
+balls, &c. 2. Athletic Sports. 3. Aquatic Recreations. 4. Birds,
+and other boy fancies. 5. Scientific Recreations. 6. Games of Skill.
+7. The Conjuror; and 8. Miscellaneous Recreations. All these occupy
+460 pages, which, like every sheet of the MIRROR, are as full as an
+egg. The vignettes and tail-pieces are the prettiest things we have
+ever seen, and some are very picturesque.
+
+In our school-days there was no such book as this _Justinian of the
+play-ground_, if we except a thin volume of games published by Tabart.
+Boys then quarrelled upon nice points of play, parties ran high, and
+civil war, birch, and the 119th psalm were the consequences. A disputed
+marble, or a questioned run at cricket, has thus broken up the harmony
+of many a holiday; but we hope that such feuds will now cease; for the
+"Boy's Own Book," will settle all differences as effectually as a police
+magistrate, a grand jury, or the house of lords. Boys will no longer
+sputter and fume like an over-toasted apple; but, even the cares of
+childhood will be smoothed into peace; by which means good humour may
+not be so rare a quality among men. But to complete this philanthropic
+scheme, the publishers of the "_Boy's_ Own Book," intend producing a
+similar volume for _Girls_. This is as it should be, for the _Misses_
+ought to have an equal chance with the _Masters_--at least so say
+we,--_plaudite_, clap your little hands, and _valete_, good bye!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT AND JUVENILE SOUVENIR.
+
+
+The editor, or _editress_, (for we doubt whether the former is epicene,)
+of this elegant little volume is the lady of Mr. Alaric A. Watts, the
+editor of the _Literary Souvenir_. It is expressly designed for the
+perusal of children from six to twelve years old, and is, we think, both
+by its embellishments and literary contents, calculated to attract
+hundreds of juvenile admirers. Indeed, we are surprised that the
+children have been so long without _their_ "Annuals," whilst those of
+"a larger growth" have been supplied in abundance; but, as Sir Walter
+Scott has set the example of writing for masters and misses, we hope
+that our nursery literature will rise in character, and it will not
+henceforth be the business of after-years to correct erroneous ideas
+imbibed from silly books during our childhood. In this task much time
+has been lost. Mrs. Watts is of the same opinion; and with this view,
+"the extravagances of those apocryphal personages--giants, ghosts, and
+fairies--have been entirely banished from her pages, as tending not only
+to enervate the infant mind, and unfit it for the reception of more
+wholesome nutriment, but also to increase the superstitious terrors of
+childhood,--the editor has not less scrupulously excluded those novel-like
+stories of exaggerated sentiment, which may now almost be said
+to form the staple commodity of our nursery literature."--(_Preface_.)
+Accordingly, we have in the _New Year's Gift_ three historical pieces
+and engravings, illustrating the murder of the young princes in the
+Tower; Arthur imploring Hubert not to put out his eyes; and another.
+There are from thirty to forty tales, sketches, and poems, among which
+are a pretty story, by Mrs. Hofland; a Cricketing Story, by Miss Mitford,
+&c. There are two or three little pieces enjoining humanity to animals,
+and some pleasing anecdotes of monkeys and tame robins, and a few lines
+on the Reed-Sparrow's Nest:--
+
+  Only see what a neat, warm, compact little thing!
+  Mister Nash could not build such a house for the king;
+    Not he, let him labour his best.
+
+Among the poetry are some graceful lines by Mr. Watts to his son;
+but our extract must be "The Spider and the Fly, a new version of
+an old story," by Mrs. Howitt. It is a lesson for all folks--great
+and small--from the infant in the nursery to the emperor of Russia,
+the grand signior of Turkey, and the queen of Portugal--or from those
+who play with toy-cannons to such as are now figuring on the theatre
+of war:--
+
+  "Will you walk into my parlour" said a spider to a fly:
+  "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
+  The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
+  And I have many pretty things to show you when you are there."
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,
+  For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+  "I'm sure you must be weary with soaring up so high,
+  Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
+  "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
+  And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in."
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said,
+  They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+  Said the cunning spider to the fly, "Dear friend, what shall I do,
+  To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+  I have, within my pantry, good store of all that's nice--
+  I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+  "Oh, no, no!" said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
+  I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."
+
+  "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise.
+  How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+  I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
+  If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+  "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,
+  And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+  The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+  For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again:
+  So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner, sly,
+  And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
+  Then he went out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
+  "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+  Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head--
+  Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead,"
+
+  Alas, alas how very soon this silly little fly.
+  Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
+  With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
+  Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
+  Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing!--At last
+  Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
+
+  He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
+  Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!
+  --And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
+  To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
+  Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
+  And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
+
+Among the more serious pieces, we notice a beautiful lament of childhood
+by Mrs. Hemans, and a hymn by Mrs. Opie.
+
+The engravings, twelve in number, with several little wood-cut
+tail-pieces, are beautifully executed; and altogether, the New Year's
+Gift deserves a place on the _cheffonier_ shelf of every nursery in the
+kingdom.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We have received several other "Annuals," which we shall notice in an
+early Supplementary Number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+SPIRIT OF THE
+
+PUBLIC JOURNALS
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ALBUMS
+
+
+_North_. ALBUMS! James--these compendiums of wit and wisdom have become
+the greatest nuisances of all civilized society----
+
+_Shepherd_. Tuts, man--what ails ye at Allbums?
+
+_North_. They have broken that confidence between man and woman, which,
+in our young day, used to form the delight of an acquaintance with an
+amiable and accomplished female. In those happy times, how often have we
+sat in a bright circle of the fair and young, and talked, and laughed,
+in the gaiety of our careless hearts, without fear or apprehension! But
+now we are afraid, in the presence of ladies, to give utterance to any
+thing beyond a remark upon the weather. It is long since we have drilled
+ourselves to attribute smiles and whispers, and even squeezes of the
+hand, to their true source. We see an album lurking in every dimple of a
+young maiden's cheek, and a large folio common-place book, reposing its
+alexandrine length, in every curve of a dowager's double chin.
+
+_Shepherd_. Tuts, man! What ails ye at Allbums?
+
+_North_. No age is free from the infection. We go to a house in the
+country where there are three unmarried daughters, two aunts, and a
+grandmother. Complain not of a lack of employment on a rainy morning,
+in such a domicile and establishment as this. You may depend upon it,
+that the first patter of rain upon the window is the signal for all the
+vellum and morocco bound scrap-books to make a simultaneous rush upon
+the table. Forth comes the grandmother, and pushes an old dingy-coloured
+volume into your hands, and pointing out a spare leaf, between a recipe
+for curing corns, and a mixture for the hooping-cough, she begs you to
+fill it up--with any thing you please.
+
+_Shepherd_. Weel, weel, man--why canna you oblege the auld body?
+
+_North_. What right has an old woman, with silver spectacles on her
+long, thin nose, to enlist any man among the awkward squad which compose
+her muster roll? Who can derive inspiration from the boney hand, which
+is coaxingly laid on your shoulder, and trembles, not from agitation or
+love, but merely from the last attack of the rheumatism?
+
+_Shepherd_. But young leddies hae their Allbums, too, as weel's auld
+anes.
+
+_North_. And even the young ladies, James, presume too much upon their
+power. Is there no way of getting into their books, but by writing in
+their albums? Are we to pay for smiles at the rate of so many lines a
+dimple? If the fair creatures are anxious to shew they can read, let
+them discover it by the tenor of their conversation, and not by large
+folios of quotations from books which every body knows; or if they are
+anxious to shew that they can write, we can tell them they are very
+wrong in having any such wish. I will put it to any man--are not the
+pleasantest women of his acquaintance, those to whose handwriting he is
+the greatest stranger? Did they not think their adored enslaver, who at
+one time was considered, when they were musing on her charms, beneath
+some giant tree, within the forest shade, "too fair to worship, too
+divine to love,"--did they not think her a little less divine, without
+being a bit more loveable, when they pored over, in her autograph, a
+long and foolish extract from some dunderhead's poems, with the points
+all wrong placed, and many of the words misspelt?
+
+_Shepherd_. Neither points nor spellin's o' the smallest consequence in
+a copy o' verses.
+
+_North_. Think of the famous lovers of antiquity, James. Do you think
+Thisbe kept a scrap-book, or that Pyramus slipped "Lines on Thisbe's
+Cat" through the celebrated hole-in-the-wall? No such thing. If he had,
+there would have been as little poetry in his love as in his verses. No
+man could have had the insolence, not even a Cockney poetaster, to kill
+himself for love, after having scribbled namby-pambys in a pale-blue,
+gilt-edged album.
+
+_Shepherd_. Faith--that's rather a lauchable idea.
+
+_North_. In every point of view, scrap-books are the death of love. Many
+a very sensible man can "whisper soft nonsense in a lady's ear," when
+all the circumstances of the scene are congenial. We ourselves have
+frequently descended to make ourselves merely the most agreeable man in
+the world, till we unfortunately discovered that the blockheads who
+could not comprehend us when we were serious, were still farther from
+understanding the ineffable beauty of our nonsense; so that in both
+cases we were the sufferers. They took our elegant badinage for our
+sober and settled opinions, and laughed in the most accommodating manner
+when we delivered our real and most matured sentiments.
+
+_Blackwood's Magazine_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Notes of a Reader
+
+LORD BYRON'S FIRST LOVE.--NEWSTEAD.
+
+
+Sir Richard Phillips who has been for some months on a Tour of Inquiry
+and Observation through the United Kingdom, has just published his
+_First Part_, containing Bedfordshire, Northamptonshire, Leicestershire,
+and part of Nottinghamshire. Sir Richard visited _Newstead_, and was
+hospitably entertained by Colonel Wildman. In his "Notes," on this
+interesting spot, he says,--"While in this vicinity, I heard many
+particulars of BYRON'S first love, a passion which tinged the whole
+of his future life. Near Newstead stands Annesley Hall, a house as
+considerable and venerable as Newstead itself; and the daughter of the
+owner, Mr. Chaworth, was an heiress of immense fortune, interesting, and
+amiable, but about four years older than Byron. He fell in love with
+her, but she had formed an early attachment for Capt. Musters, of the
+Nottingham militia, whom she married. After she had some children, she
+fell into a low state of mind, and separation was the consequence; but,
+on recovering, she was reunited to her husband, and has since borne him
+several children. She still lives, but has long been in very infirm
+health. The affair forms the subject of Lord Byron's justly celebrated
+_Dream_, printed with the 'Prisoner of Chillon.'
+
+"From the eastern windows of the southern front of Newstead, all the
+scenery of the poem is visible, except Annesley Hall, which lies over
+the cape of which he speaks; but there still are trees, and the high
+point at which he describes the impassioned interview. I read the poem
+with the objects before me, and was overpowered by the sympathies and
+recollections which must be familiar to all men, for most men have felt
+as Byron felt, though few ever portrayed their feelings with such energy
+of thought and language.
+
+"Night overtaking me at Newstead, the splendid hospitality of Colonel
+Wildman was kindly exerted, and he indulged a sentimental traveller by
+allowing me to sleep in Byron's room and Byron's bed. Those who admire
+Byron, (and for those who do not, I care but little) will participate
+in the luxury of such a night. The bed is elegantly surmounted with
+baronial coronets, but it was Byron's and I cared nothing for the
+coronets, though all the conveniences of the apartment were delightful.
+
+"I will add to these details a fact which will interest many; that the
+dog which Lord Byron reared in Greece, and the grandson of Boatswain,
+having been brought home with his body, is still alive at Newstead,
+cherished for the sake of his master, and respected for his own good
+qualities."
+
+We shall return to Sir Richard's "Tour" in our next number; for it
+possesses extraordinary attractions for all classes of readers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE ANNUALS.--THE LITERARY SOUVENIR.
+
+
+One hundred guineas is stated to be the lowest cost of either of the
+engravings in "the Literary Souvenir for 1829;" some of them, indeed,
+cost from 150 to 170 guineas each. A circulation of less than from 8
+to 9,000 copies, would entail a loss upon the proprietors; so that the
+expense of "getting up" this superb "Annual" probably exceeds 3,500l.;
+and taking this sum for the average of six others published at the same
+price, and with a proportionate advance for two more published at one
+guinea each, the outlay of capital in these works is from 35 to
+40,000l.[4] This sum would purchase _Five Million_ numbers of THE
+MIRROR, or 80 million printed pages, with 10 million impressions of
+woodcuts!
+
+[4] The portion of this sum paid for the literary department would form
+a curious item in the records of genius, especially in contrast with
+Milton's five pounds for his _Paradise Lost_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TRUE CONSOLATION.
+
+
+A citizen of Geneva having lost his wife, he, according to the custom of
+the country, attended the funeral to the cemetery, which is out of the
+city. Somebody meeting him on his return from this painful ceremony,
+assumed a sorrowful countenance, and in the tenderest manner possible,
+asked him how he did. "Oh," replied the widower, "I am very well at
+present; this little walk has set me up; there is nothing like country
+air."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HARD RAIN.
+
+
+Mr. Rae Wilson tells us, that he saw some huge stones of granite on his
+road to Mecklenburgh, which he says actually seem to have been rained
+there; in which belief he is strengthened by a story in a Philadelphia
+newspaper, of "a spitting of stones, which ended in a regular shower at
+Nashville, in May, 1825!"--There is seldom a good story without its
+match.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+FRENCH PRISON.
+
+
+A recent letter from Paris gives the following account of the Debtors'
+Prison, compared with which, it seems, our _Fleet_ is a perfect
+Arcadia:--Each room contains four beds, small, dirty, and damp; so that
+the eyes of the unfortunate inmates become red and inflamed; not even a
+window can be shut to keep out a current of air. If a creditor visits a
+debtor who wishes to be revenged, the latter has only to cry _au loup_,
+when all parties assail the unlucky creditor, and _perhaps murder him!_
+Gambling is the great resource of the ignorant, so that frequently those
+who have only a few pence per day to exist on, are obliged to fast
+entirely, having anticipated their allowance; many even pawn their
+coats, and walk about _en chemise!_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+NOLLEKENS.
+
+
+When Nollekens, the sculptor, was at Rome, in 1760, he was recognised
+by Garrick with the familiar exclamation of "What! let me look at you,
+are you the little fellow to whom we gave the prizes at the Society of
+Arts?" "Yes, Sir," being the answer, Garrick invited him to breakfast
+the next morning, and sat to him for his bust, for which he paid
+Nollekens L12. 12s. in gold; this was the first bust he ever modelled.
+Sterne sat to him when at Rome, and that bust brought him into great
+notice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+INDIAN TRADITION.
+
+
+Among the various Indian traditions of the Creation and fall of man is
+the following:--In the beginning, a few men rose out of the ground, but
+there was no woman among them. One of them found out a road to heaven,
+where he met a woman; they offended the Great Spirit, upon which they
+were both thrust out. They fell on the back of the tortoise; the woman
+was delivered of male twins; in process of time, one of these twins slew
+the other.--_Dr. Walsh_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE AGE OF THIRTY.
+
+
+I always looked to about thirty, as the barrier of any real or fierce
+delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger
+ore and better veins of the mine; and, I flatter myself, that perhaps,
+I have pretty well done so, and now the _dross_ is coming, and _I love
+lucre_; for we must love something; at least, if I have not quite worked
+out the others, it is not for want of labouring hard to do so.--_Lord
+Byron_, in 1823.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COVENT GARDEN.
+
+
+  Where holy friars told their beads,
+  And nuns confess'd their evil deeds.
+  But, O sad change! O shame to tell,
+  How soon a prey to vice it fell!
+  How--since its justest appellation
+  Is Grand Seraglio to the Nation.
+
+                          _Satire_, 1756.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CROSS TIMES.
+
+
+When everybody was in suspense in consequence of the vacillating conduct
+of the French government, a gentleman with a determined _squint_, one
+day approached Talleyrand, and said to him, "Well, prince, how do
+affairs go on?" "As you see," replied Talleyrand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CHANGING HATS.
+
+
+Barry, the painter, was with Nollekens, at Rome, in 1760, and they were
+extremely intimate. Barry took the liberty one night when they were
+about to leave the English coffee-house, to exchange hats with him;
+Barry's was edged with lace, and Nollekens' was a very shabby plain
+one. Upon his returning the hat the next morning, he was requested by
+Nollekens to let him know why he left him his gold-laced hat. "Why, to
+tell you the truth, my dear Joey," answered Barry, "I fully expected
+assassination last night; and I was to have been known by my laced hat."
+Nollekens often used to relate the story, adding, "It's what the Old
+Bailey people would call a true bill against Jem."--_Nollekens's Life
+and Times_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Napoleon's Roman bed at Malmaison was without curtains, and his arms
+were hung on the walls of the chamber.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY OVER THE BROCKEN.
+
+BY S.T. COLERIDGE.
+
+
+  ---------------------------- I moved on
+  With low and languid thought, for I had found
+  That grandest scenes have but imperfect charms
+  Where the eye vainly wanders, nor beholds
+  One spot with which the heart associates
+  Holy remembrances of child or friend,
+  Or gentle maid, our first and early love,
+  Or father, or the venerable name
+  Of our adored country. _O thou Queen,
+  Thou delegated Deity of Earth,
+  Oh "dear, dear" England, how my longing eyes
+  Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds
+  Thy sands and high white cliffs!_ Sweet native isle,
+  This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears
+  To think of thee; and all the goodly view
+  From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills
+  Floated away, like a departing dream,
+  Feeble and dim.
+
+              _Amulet for_ 1829.
+
+
+We wish a few more of the tourists who are picking their way over the
+continent, would illustrate their books of travels with such noble
+sentiments as are contained in these few lines--instead of the querulous
+whinings about cheap and dear living, the miseries of our climate, and a
+thousand other ills of the _malade imaginaire_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Madame De Souza used to say that "cleanliness is the excellence of the
+poor."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+The Gatherer.
+
+
+  A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.
+                               Shakspeare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+RUSSIA AND TURKEY.
+
+(_To the Editor of the Mirror_.)
+
+
+The following intelligence from the seat of war, though premature in
+some respects, and _not quite_ new in others, may be acceptable to your
+readers, from A.A.A.
+
+
+ALPHABETICAL ALLITERATION.
+
+  An awful army, artfully array'd,
+  Boldly by battery besieg'd Belgrade;
+  Cossack commanders cannonading come,
+  Dealing destruction's devastating doom,
+  Every endeavour engineers essay,
+  For fame, for fortune, forming furious fray.
+  Gaunt gunners grapple, giving gashes good,
+  Heaves high his head heroic hardihood;
+  Ibraham, Islam, Ismael, imps in ill,
+  Jostle John Jarovlitz, Jem, Joe, Jack, Jill.
+  Kick kindling Kutusoff, king's kinsmen kill;
+  Labour low levels loftiest, longest lines,
+  Men march 'mid moles, 'mid mounds, 'mid murd'rous mines.
+  Now nightfall's near, now needful nature nods,
+  Oppos'd, opposing, overcoming odds.
+  Poor peasants, partly purchas'd, partly press'd,
+  Quite quaking, "Quarter!--quarter!" quickly 'quest.
+  Reason returns, recalls redundant rage,
+  Saves sinking soldiers, softens signiors sage.
+  Truce, Turkey, truce! truce, treach'rous Tartar train!
+  Unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine!
+  Vanish, vile vengeance! vanish, victory vain!
+  Wisdom wails war--wails warring words. What were
+  Xerxes, Xantippe, Ximenes, Xavier?
+  Yet, Yassy's youth, ye yield your youthful yest,
+  Zealously, zanies, zealously, zeal's zest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Ye learned, pray say, who dark mysteries unfold,
+  Why razors cut better with _hot_ water than _cold_.
+
+Every kind of knife or razor is a fine saw, though we cannot possibly
+see it with the naked eye; and on all the edges of those fine polished
+tools there sticks a kind of resinous substance, which, when put into
+warm water, takes off the same, and makes the razor cut more easy and
+free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A father had three sons, in whose company he was walking when an old
+enemy of his came running out of an ambush, and inflicted a severe wound
+upon him before any of the bystanders could interfere. The eldest son
+pursued the assassin, the second bound up his father's wound, and the
+third swooned away. Which of the sons loved his father best?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MRS. BILLINGTON.
+
+
+At a rehearsal of _As You Like It_, Mrs. Billington, who sustained the
+principal female character, called out in a very peremptory manner,
+"Fellow, bring me my crook." Mr. Simmonds, the property-man, immediately
+replied, "Madam, your fellow is not here." She felt the rebuke, and made
+the request more successfully in more proper language; thus by hook or
+by crook obtaining it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cato the Censor only repented of three things during his life--to have
+gone by sea when he could go by land, to have passed a day inactive, and
+to have told a secret to his wife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+"GONE TO JERICHO."
+
+
+Tradition says that there is more than one place in the county of Essex
+to which Henry VIII. used occasionally to retire with his mistresses.
+One of these was Blackmore, at some distance from Shenfield. The
+manor-house of Blackmore is called _Jericho;_ so when Harry chose to
+retire with his mistresses, the cant phrase among the courtiers was,
+"_He was gone to Jericho_." Hence this proverb or saying.
+
+HALBERT H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HUMBLE, OR UMBLE PIE.
+
+
+The shanks and feet of a buck being called _umbles_, were formerly made
+into a pie for the retainers or feudal servants. Hence arose the old
+saying of "You shall eat humble pie."
+
+HALBERT H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Says Tom, "Your lass look'd like a winter's day,
+    When last I saw her with the Misses Flirty."
+  "Indeed, you're merry, but tell me pray?"
+    "Why, then," quoth Tom, "she was both short and dirty."
+
+W. G--y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_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_.
+
+
+
+
+
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