Spitalfields-took its name from a priory of St. Mary, where sermons were annually preached at the Easter Holidays, and from thence called Spittal

sermons.

Rood Lane-originated in a rood place there in St. Mary's church-yard, while the old church was rebuilding, during which time the oblations made to this rood were employed towards the erection of the sacred edifice.

The Temple-was founded by the Knights Templars in 1185, but they being suppressed in 1310, it was given, by Edward the Third, to the Kights of John of Jerusalem, and they soon after leased it to the students of the law, in whose possession it has continued ever since.

Clerkenwell-or Clerk's Well, took its name from the parish clerks of London, who anciently assembled there once a year to play some sacred history or mystery" from the scriptures.

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Paternoster Row and Ave-Maria Lane-names dear to our patron goddess, where she sits on her throne of glory, studded with the stars of philosophy, and gemmed with the jewels of poetry. Oh, Literature! there, where thou art encircled with the radiance of thy splendour, where thou sheddest the beams of thy effulgence over the uttermost and darkest corners of the earth, and makest the bosom of every man a temple for the residence of a god; erst, when thou wert but peeping on our foggy atmosphere, and occasionally squinting an oblique ray on our density of murkiness, Ave-Marias and Paternosters were sold at one farthing each! Yes, where thou art now sending forth the celestial aspirations of the bard of Eden, the beauteous phantasies of Queen Mab's Minstrel; the profound thinkings, and powerful reasonings of the great Locke, the glorious conceptions and sublime theories of him of the stars, and the vivid creations and immortal imaginings of nature's favourite child, A. B. C. horn-books and missals were all the offerings that were paid in this thy temple, to the shrine of thy glory.

A WONDERFUL ESCAPE.

In his Universal History, M. De Thou gives the following account of the wonderful escape from death, of a gentleman, who was wounded at the assault of Rouen, on the thirteenth of October, 1562, when that city was besieged by the

detestable Charles the Ninth. "In this assault," says he, "a remarkable event occurred. Francis de Civile, a gentleman of the neighbourhood, in the flower of his age, vigorous in health, and exceedingly brave, was stationed with his company among those who defended the city between the gate of St. Hilary and Bihorel. Having received a ball, which passed through his right jaw, and penetrated to his neck, he fell from the rampart. Immediately the pioneers, who were digging a trench a little below, and who believed him to be dead, stripped him along with another, who was also half dead, and buried him; but they threw very little earth on his body. It was noon. In the evening, the combat being over, the servant of Civile, who waited upon his master with his charger, enquired if it was true that he were killed. Montgomery replied that he was dead, and that he himself had ordered him to be buried. The servant begged as a favour that he might be shown the place, that he might take out the body, and carry it home to the family of the deceased. Montgomery ordered John de Clare, his lieutenant of the guard, to conduct the servant to the spot. When they arrived there, the servant removed the earth, and finding only corpses disfigured and deformed in the face, and not being able to recognize his master, though he had stretched out the bodies on the meadow to examine them better, he replaced them in the pit, and covered them over again with earth, but in such a manner that a hand of one of them remained visible. Fearing that the sight of this would tempt the dogs to tear out the bodies, humanity prompted the lieutenant and servant to go back, in order to cover the hand. While they were performing this act of charity, the light of the moon shone on a diamond which Civile wore upon his finger, and which the pioneers had overlooked. By this mark the servant recognized his master, though he had not been able to discover him by his face. Bending down his face close to the mouth of Civile, he perceived that he still breathed, and he found also that he had not yet lost all his natural warmth. He immediately put him on the horse which he had brought, and carried him to the hospital for the wounded, which was established at the monastery of St. Clare. But the surgeons, not willing to lose their time in dressing a man whom they considered as dead, excused themselves from doing

any thing, on the ground that all remedies were useless, and that they had already more wounded than they could attend to. The servant, therefore, took the resolution of carrying him to his inn, where Civile languished for four days without eating or drinking. At last, William Guerente and Le Gras, physicians, having been called in, they forced open his teeth, which were closed by spasm, and made him swallow some broth. They then washed his wound, and applied the needful remedies. His powers returned by degrees; his eyes opened; he seemed to hear the noise which was made around him; and at length he, who had been believed to be dead, began to speak. After the taking of the city, some persons, who had long been enemies of his brother, came to the inn, and not finding the brother, they wrecked their fury upon this unfortunate man. They pulled him from his bed, and threw him out of the chamber window, into a court yard which was below. God a second time assisted him. In the court yard there was fortunately a heap of dung, on which he fell. He remained there three days more, deserted by every body, without victuals or drink, till Du Croisset, his relation, caused him to be secretly removed by the soldiers, and carried to a country house, where he was cured at leisure. After so many deaths he recovered his health so perfectly, that he is alive at the period at which I write this history, though it is forty years since he received the wound.

MIRACLES.

THE far-famed miracle wrought by Prince Hohenlohe, an account of which we are about to give, is not without precedent; for, in the thirteenth century, Bayle tells of a fanatical impostor, who pretended to be cured of blindness at the tomb of Henry the Third. The matter was received as Gospel truth by the public, until a Franciscan, who had more worldly knowledge than priestly craft, detected the cheat, and composed a treatise on the subject, which he entitled De Fanaticorum deliriis, and dedicated it to Edward the First, who gave the work a gracious reception, although it deprived his father's relics of the power of working miracles; and what was still more undutiful, he actually employed the author afterwards

on an embassy to France; presuming, doubtless, that his skill in exposing imposition and deceit, would, at that court, have ample scope for operation. And more recently we have had our Cocklane Ghost, the Bottle Conjuror, the South Sea Bubble, and last, though not least, the celebrated trio, Richard Brothers, Emanuel Swedenburgh, and Johanna Southcotte; which are quite sufficient, we think, to bear out the old proverb-that Miracles never cease.

MIRACLE PERFORMED BY
PRINCE HOHENLOHE.

Attested by the Right Rev. Dr. Doyle, Roman Catholic Bishop of Kildare and Leighlin.

"Maryborough, June 11, 1823.

"My Lord,-In compliance with your request, I send you, a statement of the facts relative to Miss Lalor, which I have heard from others, and witnessed myself.

"I am now in the house where she was first deprived of her speech. She is at present in the eighteenth year of her age; and as she is connected with the most respectable Catholic families in this country, and has had frequent intercourse with them, her privation of speech, during six years and five months, is established beyond contradiction. Her hearing and understanding remained unimpaired, and she carried a tablet and pencil to write what she could not communicate by signs.

"Medical aid was tried by Doctor Ferris, of Athy, and Surgeon Smith, of Mountrath, but without effect. The latter gentleman (as a similar case never occurred in the course of his practice,) resolved to have it submitted to the most eminent physicians in Dublin, eight of whom were consulted by him, and the result was, that no hopes could be entertained of her recovery. This decision was imparted by Dr. Smith to her father, apart from Mrs. and Miss Lalor; all which circumstances the doctor recollected on the 14th instant, when he saw Miss Lalor, heard her speak, and declared the cure to be miraculous.

"You, my Lord, are already aware that, according to your directions, written to me on the 1st of June, I waited on Mr. Lalor, and communicated to him and to his family all that you desired. They observed it with every exactness; and on the morning of the 10th instant, having heard Miss Lalor's confession by

signs, and disposed her for receiving the Holy Communion, I read to her again, from your lordship's letter, the directions of the prince, namely, that she would excite within her a sincere repentance, a firm resolution of obeying God's commands, a lively faith and unbounded confidence in his mercy, an entire conformity to his holy will, and a disinterested love of Him.

"I had previously requested the clergy of this district to offer up for Miss Lalor the Holy 'Sacrifice of the Mass, at twelve minutes before eight o'clock in the morning of the 10th, keeping the matter a secret from most others, as you had recommended; however, as it transpired somewhat, a considerable number collected in the chapel, when my two coadjutors, with myself, began Mass at the hour appointed. I offered the Holy Sacrifice in the name of the church. I besought the Lord to overlook my own unworthiness, and regard only JESUS CHRIST, the Great High Priest and Victim, who offers himself in the Mass to his ETERNAL FATHER, for the living and the dead, I implored the Mother of God, of all the angels and saints, and particularly of St. John Nepomuscene. I administered the sacrament to the young lady at the usual time, when instantly she heard, as it were, a voice distinctly say. ing to her, 'Mary, you are well!' when she exclaimed, O Lord, am I?' and, overwhelmed with 'devotion, fell prostrate on her face. She continued in this posture for a considerable time, whilst I hastened to conclude the Mass, but was interrupted in my thanksgiving immediately after, by the mother of the child pressing her to speak.

"When at length she was satisfied in pouring out her soul to the LORD, she took her mother by the hand, and said to her, 'dear mother,' upon which Mrs. Lalor called the clerk, and sent for me, as I had retired to avoid the interruption; and on coming to where the young lady was, I found her speaking in an agreeable, clear, and distinct voice, such as neither she nor her mother could recognise as her own.

"As she returned home in the afternoon, the doors and windows in the street through which she passed were crowded with persons, gazing with wonder at this monument of the power and goodness of ALMIGHTY GOD.

"Thus, my Lord, in obedience to your commands, I have given you a simple statement of facts, without adding to,

or distorting, what I have seen and heard, the truth of which, their very notoriety places beyond all doubt, and which numberless witnesses, as well as myself, could attest by the most solemn appeal to Heaven. I cannot forbear remarking to your lordship, how our LORD confirms now the doctrine of his Church, and his own presence upon our altars, by the same miracles to which he referred the disciples of John, saying, 'Go, tell John the dumb speaks,' &c. as a proof that he was the Son of GOD, who came to save the world. "I remain

your lordship's dutiful and affectionate Servant in CHRIST, "N. O'CONNOR. "To the Right Rev. Dr. Doyle, Old Derrig, Carlow."

What beauteous pictures filled this spot,
What dreams of pleasure, long forgot!
Nor Love, nor Joy, nor Hope, nor Fear,
Has left one trace or record here!
Beneath this mouldering canopy
Once shone the bright and busy eye-
But start not at the dismal void!
If social love that eye employ'd;
If with no lawless fire it gleam'd,
But thro' the dew of kindness beam'd!
That eye shall be for ever bright,
When stars and suns have lost their
light!

Here, in this silent cavern hung
If Falsehood's honey it disdain'd,
The ready, swift, and tuneful tongue:
And where it could not praise was
chain'd;

If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke,
That tuneful tongue shall plead for thee,
Yet gentle Concord never broke;
When death unveils eternity!
Say, did these fingers delve the mine,
Or with its envied rubies shine?
To hew the rock, or wear the gem,
Can nothing now avail to them;
But if the page of Truth they sought,
Or comfort to the mourner brought,
These hands a richer meed shall claim
Than all that wait on wealth or Fame!

High'deeds achieved of knightly fame,
From Palestine the champion came;
The cross upon his shoulders borne,
Battle and blast had dimm'd and torn.
Each dent upon his batter'd shield
Was token of a foughten field;
And thus, beneath his lady's bower,
He sung as fell the twilight hour:
"Joy to the fair!-thy knight behold,
Return'd from yonder land of gold;
No wealth he brings, nor wealth can
need,

Save his good arms and battle steed;
His spurs to dash against a foe;
His lance and sword to lay him low?
Such all the trophies of his toil,
Such-and the hope of Teckla's smile!
Joy to the fair! whose constant knight
Her favour fired the feats of might;
Unnoted shall she not remain
Where meet the bright and noble train;
Minstrel shall sing, and herald tell-
Mark yonder maid of beauty well,
"Tis she for whose bright eyes was won
The listed field of Ascalon!

Not well her smile-it edged the blade

Which fifty wives to widows made, When, vain his strength and Mahound's spell,

Iconium's turban'd soldan fell.
See'st thou her locks, whose sunny glow
Half shows, half shades, her neck of
snow;

Twines not of them one golden thread,
But for its sake a Panim bled.
Joy to the fair!-my name unknown,
Each deed, and all its praise thine own;
Then, oh! unbar this churlish gate,
The night-dew falls, the hour is late.
Inured to Syria's glowing breath,
I feel the north breeze chill as death;
Let grateful love quell maiden shame,
And grant him bliss who brings thee
fame."

MISCELLANEOUS.

A celebrated city character, of gormandizing notoriety, who, from the humble occupation of a biscuit baker, had literally eaten his way to the civic chair, in which, with the help of his barber, he contrived to take Seringapatam, was observed, during his year's reign, so greedily to devour his favour. ites, Turtle and Venison, that his friends became alarmed lest he should also eat himself into the church-yard; and absolutely set about providing him, in his last home, with a suitable epitaph. It required, however, no common exertion of human ingenuity to record, in two lines, the condensed virtues of a newsmongering Chief Magistrate! a jolly Alderman!! a facetious Banker!!! an eloquent Member of Parliament !!!! an ingenious Biscuit Baker !!!!! a disinterested Contractor !!!!!! a nautical Harbour-Master!!!!!!! and a determined Courtier !!!!!!!! After almost innumerable essays, and when hope had nearly flown, the genuine and purely vernacular language of its object enabled them to produce one, as follows:

Here lies William Shirtis, our late famous Lord Mayor, Who has left "this here" world and is gone to "that there."

This, however, was thought not quite sufficiently in unison with his occupation in Lombard-street, it was, therefore, rejected; and, after much discussion, they agreed to adopt the following: Here lies Will Shirtis, Dirt to Dirt is.

The friends of Admiral Sir George Rooke, when he was making his will, having expressed surprise that he should have so little to bequeath, the gallant tar thus replied, "True, I have not much to leave; but what I do leave was honestly acquired, for it never cost the sailor a tear, nor the country a farthing."

"What have you to say why judgment of death should not be passed upon you?" said the proper officer to a capital convict at the Old Bailey.-"Why, sir," said the prisoner, "I think the joke has been carried far enough already, and, if you please, we will drop the subject." "Aye," replied the officer, with more jocularity than good feeling, "the subject shall drop."

MURDER EXTRAORDINARY..

An Irishwoman, named Katty Creedon, charged her husband for having killed her on Saturday night. She stated to Alderman Cox that her villain of a husband was in the habit of "maciating" her, and "tearing her limb from limb;" and that he had often "cut her to pieces;" but in particular on Saturday, when he quite kilt her, and she never more expected to go about, she felt so destroyed in her inside.

Alderman Cox, to whom this extraordinary sort of exaggeration was quite a novelty, desired the poor woman to describe her cruel husband's conduct more correctly; for badly as he might have acted, the object of his inhumanity was still in the land of the living.

Mrs. Creedon persisted in saying that her husband had killed her, and she wondered how any one could think otherwise who heard her say that he had "maciated" her.

Alderman Cox was at a loss for the real meaning of the word "maciate," but Mrs. Creedon's husband explained it, by showing the marks of nails upon his face, which his partner had scratched in the style of Indian tattooing. He said his wife had put him in that condition, and that he never in his life kilt her.

Mrs. Creedon-" Oh, Paddy! how can you say that, when you know, and the Lord knows, that you kilt me a thousand times! Sure you're always murthering me."

Mr. Creedon Well, and how can I help it? Ar'n't you always murthering

me?

Mrs. Creedon-"Never, Paddy, never, but when you deserves it. Your Worship, I know what he's about. I keep him in victuals and drink; and instead of keeping me he wants to keep a woman."

Alderman Cox-"Oh, now I see how it is; there's a little jealousy in the case.

The husband declared there was a great deal. His wife was a little ould, and didn't like to see him to look at a young woman. She had but a few days ago thrown a pail of dirty water over him, and he thought he might give her a slash or two, and he did so; he just touched her, and she happened to fall.

Alderman Cox-"Well, the best thing I can do is to bind you both over."

The wife vowed that she did not care what became of her, so that her "thief" of a husband was locked up; and the husband thought any state happy from which his wife was excluded. They were then ordered to find bail, which failing to procure, they were sent to the Compter, and ordered to be kept in separate apartments. The woman went out huzzaing, and vowing that she would be master of the fellow yet.

ALLITERATION ARTFULLY APPLIED.

Adored And Angelic Amelia-Accept An Ardent And Artless Amorist's Affections. Alleviate An Anguished Admirer's Alarms, And Answer An Amorous Applicant's Avowed Ardour. Ah, Amelia! All Appears An Awful Aspect! Ambition, Avarice, And Arrogance, Alas! Are Attractive Allurements, And Abase An Ardent Attachment! Appease An Aching And Affectionate Adorer's Alarms, And Anon Acknowledge Affianced Albert's Alliance As Agreeable And Acceptable.Anxiously Awaiting An Affectionate And Affirmative Answer, Accept An Ardent Admirer's Aching Adieu.

Albany, August, 1821.

ALBERT.

LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE.
BY LORD BYRON.

Dear object of defeated care!

Though now of love and thee bereft, To reconcile me with despair,

Thine image and my tears are left. "Tis said, with sorrow Time can cope, But this I feel can ne'er be true; For, by the death-blow of my Hope, My memory immortal grew.