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sextant, and the portable universal dial, owe to him all their elegance, and much of their accuracy. The only astronomical instrument which is not greatly indebted to Mr. Troughton, is the telescope; and he was deterred from any attempt in this branch of his art by a singular physical defect, which existed in many members of his family. He could not distinguish colours—the ripe cherry and its leaf were to him of one hue, only to be distinguished by their form.
Beside the iron gates, on the left, is a neat tomb, with urn and flowers, raised to commemorate a revered instructor.
“Eliza JOBLING, died 10th November, 1841, aged 46. Erected, as a tribute to her eminent talent and amiable disposition, by a few of her pupils and friends."
On the left hand, a few graves beyond the preceding, is an upright stone, the grave planted with flowers, and surrounded by rails,
“ In memory of MR. JAMES CORBETT, a celebrated cricketer, who departed this life March 31st, 1842, aged 38 years. This stone was erected by a few of his brother cricketers, as a last tribute to the memory of one, who lived respected, and died regretted.
“Now mouldering here lies one that was a man,
Whose name shone brilliant as through life he ran.
But death had slain him ere his worth was known.”
“Sacred to the memory of William WILLIAMS, an only and idolized child, born the 14th August, 1838; died the 11th July, 1840, to the inexpressible sorrow of his unhappy parents.”
The Being who formed and sustains us, and therefore justly requires us to love him with all our heart, soul, and mind, cannot behold with indifference the affection, which is chiefly due to himself, engrossed by the fairest created object. Such misplaced, inordinate attachment almost solicits the rod of correction, and, unknowingly, asks the deprivation of the idol. A mind, rightly influenced, will enjoy God in all things, and all things in God!
Facing the preceding, is the grave of another, and an only child, too. Its present position is gratifying, inasmuch as it serves to shew, by contrast, what is the correct demeanour in the season of painful bereavement.
“WILLIAM AUGUSTUS, the lovely and only child of William Augustus and Jane Bartellot, died 20th of November, 1840, aged 4 years and 3 months. Why should we repine, when our little one is crowned with glory. We bow to the wisdom of God.”
At a short distance is an epitaph which we should not like to see repeated.
“GEORGE LOVELL CAMP, son of Henry and Mary Camp, who died in his 28th year. Thou wast my beloved son, in whom I was well pleased.”
Readers of the inspired Volume will immediately recognize, in the concluding clause of the above inscription, the almost precise testimony borne by the Father to the blessed Redeemer, on occasion of his solemn public baptism—the only difference between the two portions being the tenses. With this correspondence in view, to say that the application of such language to a frail, sinful child of the dust, is improper, is to pass a very gentle judgment thereupon. Our attention was next detained by the following:
BENJAMIN WILLIAMS, aged 70.
A tender husband, a father, and a friend:
He left the world a pattern to mankind." Defective poetry may well be forgiven when it is made the vehicle of good sense. But the assertion, that even the best man that ever appeared upon earth was “all that Heaven could send,” would be, at once, a sad depreciation of human guilt and need, and an acknowledgment, that the Gift unspeakable, sent to cancel our guilt, and render us holy and happy, was redundant. It is to be feared, that the author of the foregoing stanza, at the time it was penned, forgot, at least, the universal ruin of mankind through sin—and that, to meet our direful circumstances with an allsufficient remedy, "God so loved the world that he gave his only-begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
About the middle of the walk on the south side, is a plain upright stone, which exhibits the following inscription:
“ The family grave of MR. JAMES BELL. Sacred to the memory of JAMES BELL, formerly of Trowse, near Norwich, who departed this life on the 24th February, 1840, in the 78th year of his age.
“Lord, what was I? A worm, dust, vapour, nothing:
What were we, Lord, but vanity ?”. Three graves above the preceding one, stands another ornamental stone, bearing the extraordinary inscription,
“Sacred to the memory of a beloved daughter, LOUISA MARY ANN WAKLEIN, who died November 18, 1840, aged 17 years.
“In the dismal night-air dressed,
I will creep into her breast,
When death has deflowered her eye.” Whatever credit be due to the author of the foregoing lines, on the score of poetical merit, we are backward to express our unqualified admiration of the taste, which employed them for the present purpose. They furnish a narrative calculated to create emotions of dread or horror, rather than those of a more suitable kind, which are kindled by sentiments that unlock the springs of melting sympathy.
An upright stone, which bears the inscription,
“ This stone is erected to the memory of JANE, wife of the Rev. W. J. Davis, Wesleyan missionary: who died March 4th, 1839, aged 32 years. The deceased was honourably and usefully employed in the mission work in Kaffraria, South Africa, for nearly seven years; where she proved herself a 'help-meet' for her husband, in the discharge of those arduous duties peculiar to that part of the mission field in which he was called to labour. She returned to this country on account of illhealth, and died only seven days subsequently to her arrival in her native land.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither shall there be any more pain.'—Rev. xxi. 4."
Three graves above the female missionary, whose valuable efforts were employed among strangers upon foreign shores, is a plain stone,
“In memory of WILLIAM LORANCE ROGERS, Esq., barrister at law; for many years one of the magistrates at the Police Office, in Hatton Garden: who died at Hampstead, on the 20th day of November, 1838, aged 62. No less respected for the uniformly humane and upright discharge of his public duties, than endeared by his Christian and social virtues to his family and a large circle of friends, by whom his memory will be long and affectionately cherished.”
Nearly opposite the grave of the worthy magistrate, is an upright stone, inscribed thus:
“Sacred to the memory of Dr. Thomas BARBER, died July 5, 1839, aged 64. 'If ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it.'—John xiv. 4.”
So plain a direction as this concerning man's duty, accompanied with as evident and encouraging a promise upon the right performance thereof, embraces instruction too important not to be received at all times, and in all places. But the real
intention of the individual in giving the passage its present prominency, is, and will ever be, a mystery to all who read it. Notwithstanding, though the adoption of the step in question is marked with eccentricity, we trust that that deviation from common practice will be attended with a blessing to many.
In the open space, at the north-west corner of the cemetery, stands a neat tomb, within rails, inscribed,
“Sacred to the memory of JOSEPH ALSOP, youngest son of the late John Haywood Alsop, of Leek, Staffordshire, who departed this life the 14th March, 1839, aged 18 years. Also to the memory of SARAH ALSOP, youngest daughter of the late John Haywood Alsop, of Leek, Staffordshire, who departed this life the 14th October, 1839, aged 22 years."
The unfortunate youth met his death by the hand of a fellow-pupil, at Hayes, Middlesex. The beloved sister of young Alsop, overwhelmed with grief at his melancholy end, continued to sink from day to day, and in the short space of seven calendar months, fell a victim to excess of sorrow.
Near to the Colonnade, is an oblong tomb, which encloses the earthly part of JOSEPH MANTON; of whom, we are told, that he was “the greatest artist in firearms, and the founder and father of the modern gun-trade for sporting and war.”
We now enter the Colonnade. Observe the handsome stone, whence stands out a well-executed head of SIR WILLIAM KNIGHTON. Near to it is another, which records the death of LORD GEORGE MURRAY, Bishop of St. David's. His Lordship invented the first telegraph established in this kingdom, 1796.—The Bishop of Rochester has a family
vault in this part of the Cemetery. A third tablet is inscribed,
“Sacred to the memory of SIR WILLIAM BEATTY, principal medical attendant of Lord Nelson in the battle of Trafalgar, and physician to the fleet, and to the Royal Hospital, Greenwich. Died 25 March, 1842, aged 69.'
“The musket-ball which robbed England of her great naval commander, struck the fore part of the hero's epaulette, and entered his left shoulder; it then descended obliquely into the thorax, fracturing the second and third ribs, and, after penetrating the left lobe of the lungs, and dividing a large branch of the pulmonary artery, it entered the left side of the spine, passed through the muscles of the back, and lodged therein. A considerable portion of the gold lace, pad, and silk cord of the epaulette, with a piece of coat, were found attached to it: the gold lace was as firmly fixed as if it had been inserted into the metal while in a state of fusion. The ball, together with the lace, &c., was mounted in crystal and silver, and presented by Captain Hardy to Mr. (afterwards Sir W.) Beatty.”
We now descend the elevated ground, and, resuming our onward northern walk, stop at a plain tomb on the left, bearing a copious inscription, from which we make the following extract :
“Wadham WYNDHAM, aged 22 years, who was drowned at Great Marlow, in endeavouring to save the life of a fellow-creature, April 23, 1839."
On the left hand, and opposite a path leading to the centre of the Cemetery, we come to a grave, the monumental stone of which tells us, that there lie the earthly remains of STANYNOUGHT, &c. For some time previously derangement of intellect was apparent, and a rigid guardianship over him had been employed : but, in an unexpected moment, the fatal deed, perhaps long meditated, was accomplished ! Another individual, of higher rank, lies in the middle part of the Cemetery, who also quitted the world by a suicidal act. We have been informed, that he visited the place about a month before.
Passing on from the grave of Stanynought we see, on the right, an unadorned stone, inscribed,
“ DAVID Uwins, Esq., M.D., died September 22, 1837, aged 57 years." Dr. Uwins, after going through the regular course of hospital instruction, went to Edinburgh, where he arrived at the death of Dr. Black. He was a fellow-student of many men since distinguished in the world of science. Having completed his studies, Dr. Uwins commenced practice as assistant physician to the Finsbury Dispersary; and his first literary work was a medical treatise, published under the name of a popular man, who received a handsome sum from a bookseller for fathering a production, of which he did not compose a single line. His last production, a pamphlet on Homeopathy, has been thought to have added nothing to his reputation.
Turning to the right, we see an unusually large hour-glass, of solid marble, bearing upon its front the admonitory notice, “ Boast not thyself of to-morrow ; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth."
A plain, but, on account of its immense size, an exceedingly imposing mausoleum next commands our attention : draw nigh, and read the inscription,
“ The family tomb of James Morison, the Hygeist.” At a short distance we pause at another on the right, formed of white veined marble. It is erected
“In memory of Thomas BARNES, M. A., of Pembroke College, Cambridge, and Editor of the times Journal, died May 7, 1841, aged 55 years. He was a man of eminent service to his country ; and his death, to a numerous circle of friends, was a personal misfortune. As a politician he conducted public opinion with great moral courage, inflexible integrity, and genuine patriotism; while he was distinguished by fine talents and a graceful elocution. Learning in him was united with facility, criticism with taste, and elegance with ease. The nation found in him a mind familiar with our native manners and institutions, and acquainted, through every grade, with the vast fabric of our social system. He was noble by being beneficial to others, and disinterested in himself. In magnanimity above the vicissitude of the world, he was a generous spirit--amiable in his domestic relations, and in his social qualities without an equal.”
We now enter noticing that part of the Cemetery devoted exclusively to a class of the religious public, who entertain opinions at variance, more or less, with the external framework of the Establishment. The first object that detains us is a plain upright stone, on the left, bearing the equally simple inscription,“ The family grave of the REVEREND ROBERT AINSLIE.” The Rev. Robert Ainslie, as most persons are aware, is the indefatigable Secretary of the “ London City Mission.”
Another tomb shews a flat stone with the inscription,
“Sacred to the memory of Edward, Charles, and HenrY HOLLIER, infant sons of Charles Daniel and Maria Loveday. Died the 6th day of November, 1838. Aged 3 days!
Enshrined within this narrow spot of earth
They breathed, shrunk back, and entered into bliss.” Continuing our survey on the left hand of the path, we come to the grave of an individual, whose public station drew many affectionate followers--the subjoined copious inscription records the sorrow the bereavement has occasioned :
[ON THE SIDES.) “ Beneath this tomb lie the mortal remains of MR. GEORGE COMB, seventeen years pastor of the Particular Baptist Church, Soho Chapel, Oxford Street ; who fell asleep in Jesus, February 20th, 1841, aged 59 years. As a monument of Divine grace himself he was • not ashamed of the gospel of Christ ;' but for a period of twenty-seven years faithfully and successfully proclaimed a free-grace salvation for lost sinners : and, having manifested the purity of the doctrines he preached in his life, he found them an unfailing support and consolation in the hour of death."
[AT ONE END.] “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee. — Isaiah xxvi.3."
[AT THE OTHER END. “The Church and people of his charge, as a tribute of sineere affection to his memory,
erected this monument." A little beyond is a stone inscribed,
“In memory of ANN, wife of Thomas Edward Heron, of Crawford Street; who died August 22nd, 1834, aged 35 years.
“ And when thou thus
Of hoodwinked justice, who shall tell thy audit ?". We apprehend that this epitaph will not meet with many admirers. What could prompt the writer to imagine, that at “ the high tribunal, justice would be found * hoodwinked ?"
Prosecuting our course we are come to an upright stone, inscribed
"Sacred to the memory of John SEARS, who was born of sinful parents ; born again of the Spirit for the kingdom of God; tasted of the promises of Jehovah's grace; longed for their consummation, and peacefully slept in Jesus on the 3rd of May, 1841, aged 23 years."
i Adjoining the foregoing is another plain monumental stone, whereon is written :
“Sacred to the memory of ELIZABETH, the beloved and lamented wife of Mr. Daniel Curtis, Dissenting Minister. She was spiritually taught in early life to feel her need of a Saviour, and, guided by the Divine Comforter, built all her hopes of heaven on the person, blood, and righteousness of her crucified Lord, and became a faithful help-meet to her husband in the kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ. Her love to and zeal in the cause of Zion were exemplary : she was a pattern of good works; and, though her faith was weak, it triumphed over the gates of hell on the very threshold of death ; and she began the hallelujahs of heaven before she left the earth on the 28th of June, 1839, in the 42nd year of her age. Her memory will be long and kindly cherished by a large circle of sincere friends, and by him, whose bereaved love has dictated this last tribute of affection to the best of wives. 'The mercy of the Lord endureth for ever.'”
Close to the grave of the Rev. Mr. Curtis is a stone, inscribed
“Sacred to the memory of Mrs. ELIZABETH HARRISON, late of Montague Place, Montague Square, in the parish of Saint Mary-le-bone, who departed this life on the 28th day of December, 1841, aged 74 years.
In Adam her head she acknowledged she fell,
REPLY TO THE CHRISTIAN OBSERVER ON MESMERISM.
To the Editor of the Christian Observer. In the review of the subject of Mesmerism in the Christian Observer for last month) I must take the liberty of observing that there is not that candour, and freedom from prejudice, which have usually characterised this department in your valuable publication. A reader of the Christian Observer from its commencement, I have always attached such importance to the series of sound criticisms it contains, that I think it a privilege to be in possession of all the volumes in which these reviews are embodied.
I must however be allowed to say, that the review above alluded to appears to me to form a striking exception. I am quite sure, from his known and esteemed qualifications, that it is not the production of the Editor ; and I cannot but express my regret that he has allowed the introduction of so many pages, marked with a violence of language which is only equalled by the writer's imperfect acquaintance with the subject which he presumes to vituperate. I may be mistaken, but I believe his opinions are formed, not from a careful investigation of the facts as an eye-witness, but merely from what he has heard or read on the subject ;and such hear-say evidence must be allowed to be, in all cases of this kind, an imperfect criterion of truth.
I am emboldened to make these remarks, because I myself have witnessed the phænomena of Mesmerism; and as far as the senses can attest their truth and reality, I believe them to be both true and real.
When I have detailed to you, as briefly as I can, the circumstances under which I became acquainted with the subject of Mesmerism, I think
you will not be indisposed to entertain a different view of the case, at least a more modified one than that which is presented by the writer of the article in question.
More than forty years ago, I became acquainted with a French emigré, a highly respectable and literary clergyman, who had been a Canon at St. Geneviève in Paris :-he had been a pupil, if I am not mistaken, of Mesmer himself. Some months after our acquaintance, he introduced CHRIST. OBSERV. No. 70.