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Literary Notices.
be quite unjust to the author not to add, that he de-

The Gleaner.
serves very high commendation for its more substantial

qualities; and that we have seldom seen a work that AUTHOR OF THE SKETCH BOOK. gave us a more pleasing impression of the writer's cha. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's

WOTTON. racter, or a more favourable one of his judgment and stuff."

taste. There is a tone of fairness and indulgence-and It affords us some gratification to find the opinion of gentleness and philanthropy so unaffectedly diffused

THE SKETCH BOOK we have long since expressed on the merits of Mr. through the whole work, and tempering and harmonWashington Irving's Sketch Book, confirmed by such izing so gracefully, both with its pensive and its gayer

Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. authority as that of the Edinburgh Review, from the humours, as to disarm all ordinarily good-natured cri

tics of their asperity, and to secure to the author, from last number of which we have copied the subjoined all worthy readers, the same candour and kindness of

No. XXIII. complimentary remarks. They differ somewhat from which he sets so laudable an example. The want is of some strictures on the same subject which appeared force and originality in the reasoning, and speculative

STRATFORD-ON-AVON. a short time ago in a metropolitan Sunday journal, parts, and of boldness and incident in the inventive :wäich we should admire much more if it were not though the place of these more commanding qualities Thou soft flowing Avon, by thy silver stream,

is not ill supplied by great liberality and sound sense, of things more that mortal, sweet Shakspeare would occasionally disfigured by egotism, and overweening and by a very considerable vein of humour, and no orThe fairies by moonlight dance round his green bed, affectation; or what may be termed literary dandy- dinary grace and tenderness of fancy. The manner For hallowed the turf is which pillowed his head. ism.-Edit. Kal. perhaps throughout is more attended to than the mat.

Garrick. ter; and the care necessary to maintain the rythm and

polish of the sentences, has sometimes interfered with * Thoagh this is a very pleasing book in itself, and dis- the force of the reasoning, or limited and impoverished this wide world which he can truly call his

To a homeless man, who has no spot on Tays no ordinary reach of thought and elegance of the illustrations they enight otherwise have supplied." taky, it is not exactly on that account that we are now

own, there is a momentary feeling of somesempted to notice it as a very agreeable publication,

[After a voriety of extracts from the Sketch Book, the thing like independence and territorial conand to predict that it will form an era in the literature reviewers in closing their notice of the author's visit to sequence, when after a weary day's travel, of the nation to which it belongs. It is the work of an

a country church yard, the northern critics conclude he kicks off his boots, thrusts bis feet into American, entirely bred and trained in that country, with the following remark :)

slippers, and stretches himself before an inn originally published within its territory—and, as we " There are many better things than this in these vo- fire. Let the world without go as it may; understand, very extensively circulated, and very much lumes, but they are not easily extracted; and we be- let kingdoms rise or fall, so long as he dmired among its natives. Now, the most remarkable lieve that we have now done enough for the courteous has the wherewithal' to pay his bill, he is, Sing in a work so circumstanced certainly is, that it and ingenious stranger whom we are ambitious of in- for the time being, the very monarch of bould be written throughout with the greatest care troducing to the notice of our readers. It is probable, all he surveys. The arm chair is his

and accuracy, and worked up to great purity and indeed, tbat many of them have become acquainted throne; the poker his sceptre; and the Beauty of diction, on the model of the most elegant with him already; as we bave found the book in the little parlour of some twelve feet square, his and polished of our native writers. It is the first Ame hands of most of those to whom we have thought of undisputed empire. It is a morsel of cersican work, we rather think, of any description, but mentioning it, and observe that the author, in the close tainty, snatched from the uncertainties of certainly the first purely literary production, to which of his last volume, speaks in very grateful terms of the life; it is a sunny moment gleaming out

e could give this praise; and we hope and trust that encouragement he has received. We are heartily glad kindly on a cloudy day; ayd he who has sve may bail it as the harbinger of a purer and juster of it, boch for bis sake and for that of literature in ge- advanced some way on the pilgrimage of extaste the foundation of a chaster and better school, neral. There is a great deal too much contention and istence, knows the importance of husbandfor the writers of that great and intelligent countryo acrimony in most modern publications ; and because it ing even morsels and moments of enjoyment. les genius, as we have frequently observed, has not has unfortunately been found impossible to discuss bicherto been much turned to letters; and, wbat it has practical questions of great interest without some de

“ Shall I not take mine, ease in mine inn ?" ia that department, bas been defective in taste certainly gree of heat and personality, it has become too much thought I, as I gave the fire a stir, lolled father than in talent. The appearance of a few such the prevailing opinion, that these are necessary accomo sant look about the little parlour of the Red

back in my elbow chair, and cast a complaiworks as the present will go far to wipe off this reproach paniments to all powerful or energetic discussion, also; and we cordially hope that this author's merited and that no work is likely to be well received by the

Horse, at Stratford-on-Avon. euccess, both at home and abroad, wil stimulate bis public, or to make a strong impression, which does not

The words of sweet Shakspeare were just countrymen to copy the methods by which he has attaio- abound in them. The success of such a work as this passing through my mind as the clock struck ed it; and that they will submit to receive, from the ex. before us, may tend to correct this prejudice, and teach midnight from the tower of the church in ample of their ingenious compatriot, that lesson which our authors that gentleness and amenity are qualities which he lies buried. There was a gentle the precepts of strangers do not seem bitherto to have quite as attractive as violence and impertinence; and tap at the door, and a pretty chambermaid, very effectually inculcated.

that truth is not less weigbey, nor reason less persuasive, putting in her smiling face, inquired, with a "But though it is primarily for its style and composi- although not ushered in by exaggerations, and backed hesitating air, whether I had rung. I undertion chat we are induced to notice this book, it would by defiance."

stood it as a modest hint that it was time to



new to

retire. My dream of absolute dominion was though built of solid oak, such was the fer-parlour, kitchen, and hall. Rows of at an end ; so abdicating my throne, like a vent zeal of devotees, that the chair bad to be and earthen dishes glittered along the dresser. prudent potentate, to avoid being deposed, new bottomed at least once in three years. On an old oaken table, well rubbed and poand putting the Stratford Guide Book under It is worthy of notice also, in the history of lished, lay the family Bible and Prayer my arm, as a pillow companion, I went to bed, this extraordinary chair, that it partakes book, and the drawer contained the faisir and dreamt all night of Shakspear, the Jubi- something of the volatile nature of the Santa library, composed of about half a score of lee and David Garrick.

Casa of Loretto, or the flying chair of the well-thunbed volumes. An ancient clock, The next morning was one of those quick - Arabian enchanter, for though sold some few that important article of cottage furniture

, eniny mornings which we sometimes have in years since to a northern princess, yet strange ticked on the opposite side of the room; early spring ; for it was about the middle of to tell, it has found its way back again to with a bright warming-pan hanging on one March. The chills of a long winter had sud- the old chimney corner.

side of it, and the old man's horo-bandled denly given way; the north wind had spent I am always of easy faith in such matters, Sunday cane on the other. The fire-place

, its last gasp ; and a mild air came stealing and am ever willing to be deceived, where the as usual, was wide and deep enough to ad from the west, breathing the breath of life deceit is pleasant, and costs nothing. I am mit a gossip knot within its jambs. In oue into nature, and wooing every bud and flower therefore a ready believer in relics, legends, corner sat the old man's grand daughter sex. to burst forth into fragrance and beauty. I had come to Stratford on a poetical pil- and would advise all travellers who travel for opposite corner was a superannuated croop,

and local anecdotes of goblins and great men; ing, a pretty blue-eyed girl,--and in the grimage. My first visit was to the house their

gratification to be the same. What is it whom he addressed by the name of leta where Shakspeare was borií, and where, ac

to us whether these stories be true or false, Ange, and who, I found, had been his concording to tradition, he was brought up to so long as we can persuade ourselves into the panion from childhood. They had pavel small mean-Looking edifice of wood and plas, the reality? There is nothing like resolute gether in manhood ; they were now toleria ter, a true nestling place of genius, which good humoured credulity in these matters;

about and gossiping away the evening of life; seems to delight in hatching its offspring ånd on this occasion I went even so far as and in a short time they will prohably be in bye corners. chambers are covered with names and in- willingly to believe the claims of mine host- buried together in the neighbouring church scriptions, in every language, by pilgrims of

ess to a lineal descent from the poet, when, yard. It is not often that we see two streams all nations, ranks, and conditions, from the unluckily for my faith, she put into my bands of existence running thus evenly and trasprince to the peasant; and present a simple, belief in her consanguinity at defiance. a play of her own composition, which set all quilly side by side ; it is only in such quiet

“bosom scenes" of life that they are to be but striking instance of the spontaneous and

met with. universal homage of mankind to the great

From the birth-place of Shakspeare a few

I had hoped to gather some traditionary poet of nature.

paces brought me to his grave. He lies bu- anecdotes of the bard from these ancient The house is shown by a garrulous ola ried in the chancel of the parish church, a chroniclers; but they had nothing lady in a frosty red face, lighted up by a large and venerable pile, mouldering with impart. The long interval during which cold blue anxous eģe, and garnished hy arti-age, but richly ornamented. It stands on the Shakespeare's writings lay in comparatie ficial locks of faxen hair, curling from under banks of the Avon, on an embowered point, neglect, has spread its shadow over his kis an exceedingly dirty eap. She was pecu- and separated by adjoining gardens from the tory; and it is his good or evil lot

, that liarly assiduous in exhibiting the relies with suburbs of the town. Its situation is quiet scarcely any thing remains to his biograa which this, like all other celebrated shrines, and retired; the river runs murmuring at phers but a scanty handful of conjectures, abounds. There was the shattered stock of the foot of the church-yard, and the elms

The sexton and his companions had been the very matchlock with which Shakespeare which grow upon its banks droop their employed as carpenters on the preparativos shot the deer, on his poaching exploit. branches into its clear bosom. An avenue for the celebrated Stratford jubilee, and they There, too, was his tobacco-box; which of limes, the boughs of which are curiously remembered Garrick, the prime proves that he was a rival smoker of Sir Wal-interlaced, so as to form in summer

an the fête, who superintended the arran ter Raleigh; the sword also with which he arched way of foliage, leads up from the ments, and who, according to the seston, så played Hamlet; and the indentical lanthorn gate of the yard to the church porch. The “a short punch man, very lively and bustwith which Friar Lawrence discovered Ro- graves are overgrown with grass; the grey ling." John Ange had assisted also in cutmeo and Juliet at the tomb! There was an tomb-stones, some of them nearly sunk into ting down Shakespeare's mulberry tree

, ample supply also of Shakspeare's mulberry the earth, are half covered with moss, which which he had a morsel in his pocket for tree, which seems to have as extraordinary has likewise tinted the reverend old build- sale; no doubt a sovereign quickener of litepowers of self multiplication as the wood of ing. Small birds have built their nests

rary conception. the true cross; of which there is enough ex- among the cornices and fissures of the walls,

I was grieved to hear these two wortbr tant to build a ship of the line. and keep up a continual Autter and chirp- wights speak very

dubiously of the eloquent The most favourite object of curiosity, ing; and rooks are sailing and cawing about dame who shows the Shakespeare house. however, is Shakspeare's chair. It stands its lofty grey spire.

John Ange shook his head when I mellin the chimney nook of a small gloomy cham- In the course of my ramble I met with tioned her valuable and inexhaustible colber just behind what was his father's shop. the grey-headed old sexton, and accompa- lection of relics, particularly, her remains Here be may many a time have sat when a nied him home to get the key of the church. of the mulberry-tree; and the old sexton boy, watching the slowly revolving spit with He had lived in Stratford, man and boy, for even expressed a doubt as to Shakespeare all the longing of an urchin ; or of an even- eighty years, and seemed still to consider having been born in her house. I sont ing, listening to the crones and gossips of himself a vigorous man, with the trivial ex- discovered that he looked upon her nuansion Stratford, dealing forth

church-yard tales and ception that he had nearly lost the use of with 20 evil eye; as a rival to the poet's legendary anecdotes of the troublesome times his legs for a few years past. His dwelling tomb; the latter having comparatively bet of England. In this chair it is the custom was a cottage, looking out upon the Avon few visitors.

Thus it is that historians for every one that visits the house to sit : and its bordering meadows; and was a pic- differ at the very outset

, and mere pebbles whether this is done with the hope of imbib- ture of that neatness, order, and comfort

, make the stream of truth diverge into difing any of the inspiration of the bard I am at which pervarle the humblest dwellings in this ferent channels even at the fountain head. a loss to say, I merely mention the fact; and country. A low whitewashed room, with a We approached the church through the mine hostess privately assured me, that stone Hoor carefully scrubbed, served for avenue of limes, and entered by a gothie

mover o

porch, l:ighly ornamented, with carved doors | Combe, of usurious memory; on whom he which, like those of the Kinght, had white of massive oak. The interior is spacious, is said to have written a ludicrous epitaph. luces* in the quarterings. and the architecture and embellishments There are other monuments around, but the Various attempts have been made by his superior to those of most country churches. mind refuses to dwell on any thing that is biographers to soften and explain away this There are several ancient monuments of not connected with Shakspeare. His idea early transgression of the poet; but I look obility and gentry, over some of which hang pervades the place: the whole pile seems upon it as one of those thoughtless exploits iner al escutcheons, and banners dropping but as his mausoleum. The feelings, no natural to his situation and turn of mind. nece meal from the walls, the tomb of Shake longer checked and thwarted by doubt, here Shakspeare, when young, had doubtless all peare is in the chancel. The place is so- indulge in perfect confidence: other traces the wildness and irregularity of an ardent, lemn and sepulchral. Tall elms wave before of him may be false or dubious, but here is undisciplined, and undirected genius. The the pointed windows, and the Avon, which palpable evidence and absolute certainty. poetic temperament has naturally something runs at a short distance from the walls, keeps As I trod the sounding pavement, there was in it of the vagabond. When left to itself, up a low perpetual murmer. A flat stone something intense and thrilling in the idea, it runs loosely and wildly, and delights in marks the spot where the bard is buried. that, in very truth, the remains of Shak- every thing eccentric and licentious. It is There are four lines inscribed on it, said to speare were mouldering beneath my fect. often a turn up of a die, in the gambling have been written by himself, and which It was a long time before I could prevail freaks of fate, whether a natural genius have ip them something extremely awful. If upon myself to leave the place; and as I shall turn out a great rogue or a great poet; they are indeed his owu, they show that so- passed through the church-yard I plucked a and had not Shakspeare's mind fortunately licitude about the quiet of the grave, which branch from one of the yew trees, the only taken a literary bias, he might have as darseems natural to fine sensibilities and relic that I have brought from Stratford. ingly transended all civil, as he has all drathoughtful minds :

I had now visited the usual objects of a

matic laws. Good friend, for Jesus' sake, forbeare

pilgrim's devotion, but I had a desire to see I have little doubt that, in early life, when To dig the dust encloased here.

the old family seat of the Lucys at Charle- running, like an unbroken colt, about the Blessed be the man that spares these stones, cot, and to ramble through the park where neighbourhood of Stratford, he was to be And corst be he that moves my bones. Shakspeare, in company with some of the found in the company of all kinds of odd Just over the grave, in a niche of the wall

, ful offence of deer-stealing. In this hair- with all the madcaps of the place, and was

roysters of Stratford, committed his youth- anomalous characters; that he associated s a bust of Shakespeare, put up shortly after brained exploit we are told that he was one of those unlucky urchins, at mention of is death, and considered as a resemblance. taken prisoner, and carried to the keeper's whom old men shake their heads, and The aspect is pleasant and serene, with a

prelodge, where he remained all night in dole- dict that they will one day come to the galinely. arched forehead; and I thought 1 ful captivity. When brought into the pre-lows. To him the poaching in Sir Thomas could read in it clear indications of that heerful, social disposition, by which he was must bave been galling and humiliating; for a Scottish Knight, and struck his eager, and

sence of Sir Thomas Lucy, his treatment Lucy's park was, doubtless, like a foray to is much characterized among his cotem- it wrought so upon his spirit as to produce as yet untamed, imagination, as something poraries as by the vastness of his genius. The inscription mentions his age at the time a rough pasquinade, which was affixed to delightfully adventurous. + of his decease-fifty-three years; an unthe park gate at Charlecot.*

The old mansion of Charlecot and its sur. imely death for the world : for what fruit This flagitious attack upon the dignity of rounding park still remain in the possession might not have been expected from the golden the Knight so incensed him, that he applied of the Lucy family, and are peculiarly inteautumn of such a mind, sheltered as it was to a lawyer at Warwick to put the severity resting from being connected with this whimfrom the stormy vicissitudes of life, and fou- of the laws in force against the rhyming ri shing in the sunshine of popular and royal deer-stalker. Shakspeare did not wait to

'The luce is a pike, or jack, and abounds in the faroar,

brave the united puissance of a Knight of Avon about Charle.cot. The inscription on the tomb-stone has not with abandoned the pleasant banks of the ciates in his you:hful days, may be found in a traditi

the Shire and a country attorney. He forth- | A proof of Sisakspeare's random habits and assobeen without its effect. It has prevented the rer moral of bis remains from the bosom of Avon and his paternal trade; wandered down onary anecdote, picked up at Stratford by the elder

Ireland, and mentioned in his “Picturesque Views on his native place to Westminster Abbey, theatres ; then an actor; and, finally wrote to London ; became a hanger-on to the the Avon.”

About seven miles from Stratford lies the thirsty which was at one time contemplated. A

for the stage ; and thus, through the perse societies of the village yeomanry used to meet, onder ft years since also, as some labourers were cution of Sir Thomas Lucy, Stratford lost the appellation of tbe Bedford topers, and to challenge

little market town of Bedford, famous for its ale. Two digging to make an adjoining vault, the

an indifferent wool-comber and the world the lovers of good ale of the neighbouring villages, to earth cared in, so as to leave a vacant space gained an immortal poet. He retained, how- .contest of doinkin. Among others, the people of alunost like an arch, through which one might have reached into his grave. No one, treatment of the Lord of Charlecot, ard re- speare, wbo, in spite of the proverb, that they who

ever, for a long time, a sense of the harsh- heads; and in the number of the champions was Shakhowever, presumed to meddle with his remains, so awfully guarded by a malediction; venged himself in bis writings; but in the drink beer will think beer," was as true to his de las

Falstaff to his sack. The chivalry of Stratford were and lest any of the idle or the curious, or Thomas is said to be the original of Justice while they had yet lege to carry them off the field.

sportive way of a good natured mind. Sir staggered at the first onset, and sounded a retreat any collector of relics, should be tempted to commit depredations, the old sexton kept him by the Justice's armorial bearings, crab-tree, where they passed the night. It is still

Shallow, and the satire is slyly fixed upon failing them, they were forced to lie down under a watch over the place for two days, until the

standing, and goes by the name of Shakspeare's tree. Fault was finished, and the aperture closed

In the morning bis companions awakened the bard, again. He told me that he had made bold

• The following is the only stanza extant of this and proposed returning to Bedford, but he declined, to look in at the hole, but could see neither lampoon :

saying be had enough, having drank with

Piping Pebworth, Dancing Marston, cotia nor bones; nothing but dust. It was A parliament member, a justice of peace,

Haunted Hillbro', Hungry Grafton, something, I thought, to have seen the dust At home a poor scarecrow, at London an asse,

Dudging Exhall, Papist Wicksford, of Shakspeare. If low sie is Lucy, as some volke miscalle it,

Beggarly Broom, and Drunken Bedford. Then Lucy is lowsie, whatever befall it.

« The villages here alluded to,” says Ireland, “ still Next to his grave are those of his wife,

He thinks himself great;

bear the epithets thus given them; the people of Pebhis favourite daughter Mrs. Hall, and others

Yet an asse in his state,

worth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and

We allow, by his ears, but with asses to mate. of his family. On a tomb close by, also, is

tabor : Hillborough is now called Haunted Hulbo

If Lucy is lowsie, as some volke miscall it, rough; and Graftou is famous for the poverty of its a full length effigy of his old friend John

Then sing lowsie Lucy wbatever befall it. soil."

sical but eventful circumstance in the scanty My route for a part of the way lay in sight Fashions for October. history of the bard. As the house stood at of the Avon, which made a variery of the little more than three miles distance from most fanciful doublings and windings FRENCH - PARISIAN WALKING Dress.-Round Stratford, I resolved to pay it a pedestrian through a wide and fertile valley; sometimes high dress of violet-coloured gros de Naples, ote: visit, that I might stroll leisurely through glittering from among willows, which fringed mented at the border with irregular puffs of jusçulsome of those scenes from which Shakspeare its borders; sometimes disappearing among with white, and crowned with full burches of the Pero must have derived his earliest ideas of rural groves, or beneath green banks; and some- sian lilac. ''Triple ruff à l'Anglaise ; violet-coloured imagery.

times rambling out into full view, and mak-half-boots, and white Norman gloves. The country was yet naked and leafless; ing an asure sweep round a slope of meadow Round dress of fine cambric, with broad muslin floune,

ENGLISH.-.CARRIAGE VISITING COSTUMIbut English scenery is always verdant, and land. This beautiful bosom of country is richly embroidered. Pelisse of blush coloured gros de the sudden change in the temperature of the called the vale of the Red Horse. Adis- Naples, elegantly ornamented with lozenge pullings in weather was surprising in its quickening tant line of undulating blue hills seems to be ornamented to correspond: 'Iberian frill of fine broad effects upon the landscape. It was inspir- its boundary, whilst all the soft intervening Mechlin lace. Demisaison dress bonnes of emerald ing and animating to witness this first landscape lies in a manner enchained in the green, crowned with a full and superb plumage, deli awakening of spring. 'To feel its warm silvery links of the Avon.

carely tipped with blush pink. Maltese boots of tole

rald green silk, with blank points; and lemon-coloured bre.stb stealing over the senses ; to see the After pursuing the road for about three kid gloves. The favourite colours are pink, ethereal moist mallow earth beginning to put forth miles, I turned off into a foot-path which led blue, silver grey, and pulyantbean red.--La Beile dithe green sprout and the tender blade ; aud along the borders of fields and nnder herige


WALKING DRESS.-A robe and petticoat cemprend the tires and shrubs, in their reviving rows to a private gate of the park; there was of jacount maslin; the body of the robe is tight to the tints and bursting buds, giving the promise a stile, however, for the benefit of the shape, the waist a moderate length. The collar is bigd; of returning, foliage and flower. The cold pedestrian; there being

a public right of it falls over in the neck, and is richig worked at the ein snow-droj, that little borrierer on the skirts way through the grounds. I delighted in very rich work. The trimming of the robe consists oi of winter, was to be seen with its chaste these hospitable estates, in which every one a rich embroidery of moderate breadth, and scoiloped white blossoms in the small gardens before has a kind of property—at least as sar as the fronts as far as the bottom of the waist ; the froncs are the coltages. The bleating of the new dropt foot-path is concerned. It in some measure ornamented at each side of the buse in a lighter patien. lambs, was 1aintly heard from the fields. reconciles a poor man to his lot, and what is The bottom of the petticoat is very richly worked in 2 The sparrow twittered about the thatched more, to the better lot of his neighbour, thus pattern similar to the robe, but much deeper., Head eaves and budding hedges; the robin threw to have parks and pleasure grounds thrown crown is round, and of a moderate height; the brim i a livelier note into bis late querulous wintry open for his recreation. He breathes the deep, is rounded at the edges, and stands out a good strain; and the bark, springing up from the pure air as freely, and lolls as luxuriously dead from the sides of the face; both the crown and reeking bosom of the meadow, towered away under the shade, as the lord of the soil ; distance: it is ornamented with a bouquet of blue into the bright Beecy cloud, pouring forth and if he has not the previlege of calling all flowers, placed upright in front of the crown, and a torrents of melody. As I watched the little that he sees his own, he has not, at the same of the crown, broad blue strings fasten it under the songster, mounting up higher and higher, time, the trouble of paying for it, and keep-chin. A blue silk scarf, the border richly wrought in until his body was a mere speck on the ing it in order.

flowers of various bues, is thrown carelessly over be white bosom of the cloud, while the ear was

I now found myself among noble avenues shoulders. Gloves and half boots of kid, to correccia

with the bonnet and scarf. still filled with his music, it called to mind of oaks and elms, whose vast size bespoke Evening Dress.-Round dress composed of LiShakspeare's exquisite little song in Cymbe- the growth of centuries. The wind sounded ling's net over a pink gros de Naples slip. The borem line

solemnly among their branches, and the rooks of the skire is trimmed with a full ruche of white ats; “ Hark! hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings, cawed from their hereditary nests in the tree corsage is tight to the shape, and of the usual lenged;

it is scolloped at the edge, and one fall turns up. The And Phæbus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs,

tops. The eye ranged through the long les. it is cut moderately low round the bust, which is er On chaliced flowers that lies.

sening vistas, with nothing to interrupt the namented with a thick rouleau of white satin entwiced And winking mary-buds begin

view but some distant statue : or a vagrant fully disposed, decorates the front of tbe corsage. The To ope their golden eyes;

deer stalker like a shadow across the open-sleeve is very short, and is uncommonly novel and With every thing that pretty bin, ing

pretty; it is composed of blond, put on fúll over is My lady sweet, arise!"

gros de Naples ; the fuluess is interspersed with sm

There is something about these stately old of pink gros de Naples, corded with white satin; shite Indeed the whole country about here is avenues that has the effect of gothic archi- satin shells are placed between these stars, and a plaa poetic ground: every thing is associated with tecture, not merely from the pretended simi- band of blond edged with white satin finishes the best the idea of Shakspeare. Every old cottage larity of form, but from their bearing the and ends which reach nearly to the ground, complete that I saw, I fancied into some resort of his evidence of long duration, and having had the dress. Head-dress, a small hat composed of pine boyhood, where he had acquired his intimate tseir origin in a period of time with which gros de Naples; the crown is moderately high; it knowledge of rustic life and manners, and we associate ideas of romantic grandeur. chief of white blond net ; the ends are tached down, heard thuse legendary tales and wild super- They Þetoken also the long-settled dignity, the ends of the handkerchief are ornamente stitions which he has woven like witchcraft and prou:Uy concentrated independence of pearls hethe brim of the hat is caute pour in the top into his dramas. For in his time, we are told, an ancient mily; and I have heard a wor- ornament is placed exactly in the centre of the har it was a popular amusement in wintry even thy but aristocratic old friend observe, when between the tabs, and a superb plume of white ostricte ings to sit round the fire and tell merry speaking of the sumptuous palaces of mo- feathers, placed on the left side, droops nearly to the tales of errant kuights, queens, lovers, lords, dern gentry, that money could do much chin

. White kid gloves

, and white satin shoes. ladies, giants, dwarfs, thieves, cheaters, with stone and morta:, but thank heaven there witches, faries, goblins, and friars."

was no such thing as suddenly building up Agriculturc.--Major-general Beatson, on a farm of an avenue of oaks."

200 acres, at Knowle, Tunbridge-wells, since the fear Scot, in his “Discoverie of Witchcraft," enumc

1813, says he has proved, that by light or shallore ploughrates a host of these fire-side fancies." And they have

(To be concluded in our next.)

ing, in a stiff soil with one horse, without lime or durg so fraid us with bull-beggars, spirits, witches, urchins,

and without fallow, he can raise crops of wheat and elves, hags, fairies, satyrs, pans, faunes, syrens, kit with

other grain, at the expense of £5 an acre, equal or super the can'sticke, tritons, centaurs, dwarfes, giantes, imps, Method of Preserving Vessels.-An American ship rior to those of his neighbours, in expense, of hime, and calcars, conjurors, nymphes, changelings, incubus, now at Cowes, built with spruce and white oak, sixteen labour of cattle, of £16 an acre ! Robin-good-fellow, the spoorne, the mare, the man in years ago, has all her original timbers and planks in the the oke, the hell-waine, the fier drake, 'the puckle, most perfect state of preservation and soundness, owing The fête of the Virgin, says a Naples article, vas at: Tom Thombe, hobgoblins, Tom Tumbler, boneless, to her having been, while on the stocks, filled np between tended by 80,000 men under arms, and the officiating and such other bugs, that we were afraid of our own the timbers with salt; and whenever she has been opened Bishop was surrounded by the appropriate ensigns of sbadowes," for examination filled up again.

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I've seen the gnawing at the mother's heart,

" I've wander'd o'er the world,
While on her lap her tender infant slept ;

Worn with disease and pain,
And as she thought that she must with it part,

I'll move no more, no more I'll seek,
And as she mus'd on what henceforth miglit be

My lost, lost love in vain !”
(When she was with the worm) its destiny,
oh! how her bosom throbb'd, and how her sunk eye The blade he brandish'a to the moon's clear light,

Then forth he drew a dagger glitt'ring bright, wept.

He cast his wild, his glaring eyes around.

And screaming said, with a convulsive sound,
I've seen thee lurking with insidious wile,
Beneath a breast white as the summer's cloud ;

“ Mary, my love, where'er thou’rt flown,
Yet on her cheek there play'd a flat'ring smile,

Hear thy dear lover's sigh,
Which seemi'd to tell her lover's sanguine eye

Hear his short prayer, his piteous groan,
That all was safe ; she would not, could not die :

Oh ! hear before I die!"
Alas! a few more days and she was 'neath the shroud.

With that foul dagger quick he pierc'd his breast,
I've seen thee too with vampyre-like intent,

His last, last call was on his Mary dear;
Amid some social group thy poison strew;

He sunk beneath its deep and rankling wound,
First one frail flow'r has withered and bent,

And cried, “Oh, Mary! dearest Mary, hear!"
He breathed upon the void, and instantly
And next the parent stock has died away :

I from the wound the blood-stain'd dagger drew, The million worlds rushed into life and light ; Thus, one by one, they're dropt into the clay,

He seiz'd 't, and many a deadly stab he gave, Beneach the Almighty eye the Heavens grew bright, Until no mark'was left to tell where once they grew.

He wildly stared, convulsive shook, and soon
And pature sang her song of extacy.

Yielded his life upon his Mary's grave.
'Tis thou canst quench that pure exalted fire,
The dreary bounds of dark immensity
That in the soul of genius burns so briglit;

Liverpool, Oct. 4, 1820.
Thou bid'st the parent, lover, friend, expire,
Brightened with being ; universal night

Nay, who is safe? or where is that bless'd scene (That had been all things) urged her rapid fight,

Thou canst not tread, and where thou hast not been ? 1. And grace and beauty walked the illumined sky. Thy empire is the world; and there thou rul'st in might:

TO THE EDITOR. Metal! the power is granted thee to know

But oh! to cull the best, it seems thy best delight. These holy wonders : canst thou then despise

E. J. The soul's bigh thoughts, and the heart's rapturous glow, Staffordshire Potteries.

SIR,-:Considering the following genuine billct-dour

much too precious to be lost, your fair reader to whom The splendours Heaven hath opened to thine eyes ?

it was addressed, earnestly solicits for it a prominent anst thou despise what God could thus bestow,


place among "the Kaleidoscopic" archives. She knows For the world's heartless, worthless vanities?

not whence it came, but is of opinion that the postON THE DEATH OF MISS Danimar, OF LIVERPOOL. office sends forth epistles more distinguished by elegance

Y. Liverpool, Oct. 6.

and perspicuity than this amorous effusion of her un

known, love-sick swain ; who, however, she ardently
Oh! she is gone! and Death hath cropt a flower, hopes will remain for ever concealed beneath the thick
Lovely and dearly lov'd, in bitter hour;

veit of his unassuming modesty.
Allowed to blossom, and awhile to bloom,


T. H. A. To be transplanted only to the tomb. Sir-If the accompanying little original piece, which Both personal and mental charms combine

Liverpool, Sep. 9, 1820.
has not yet appeared in print, will be acceptable for Around her parents partial hearts t'entwine;
either of your weekly publications, it is at your service;

To win each willing heart with her sweet smile,
The pride, the joy, the hope of each awhile;

and if you wish it, I may possibly supply you with
But to infuse more bitterness and gall

I hope you'll not take it as a liberty in my something else from time to time. Into the cup of sorrow, drunk by all.

sending you this note, but on seeing you at the Theatre,

I could not refrain from letting you know the respect Í
Yours, &c.

Yes! she is gone! and mute is now that tongue, have towards you, hoping you will favour me with an
On whose sweet accents all, delighted, hung;

I further remain,
72, Upper Islington.
Still are the lips, from which soft music fell;

Yours, &c.
Dim, those bright eyes, of such resistless spell;

J. H.
Pale, that dear face, which might a fiend disarm;

P.S. Direct your answer to J. H. to be left at Post-
And cold that hand and heart are, late so warm.

office until callid for. But, she is blest! and, though the charm is o'er,

Liverpool, Scpt. 7, 1820. Sweet Rose, when the first early blush of Aurora

The secret spell is broken; and, no more
The bosom in fragrance and beauty has drest,

To glad the heart, the drooping circle cheer,
In every fond Zeyphr thou find’st an adorer,
To fill a heartless void she may appear:

Yet, she is happy! happier far, than e'er
To sport midst thy foliage and pant on thy breast.
Was mortal pilgrim, in this world of care:

In the radience of youth's brightest morning I've found
From sorrow, sin, and suffering, she's at rest.

The appendix to the life of William Lord Russell,
Be this" our" consolation: She is blest.

lately published by his descendant, Lord John Russell,

H. The butterfly wodes and the wild bee hums round thee,

contains a paper, for the publication of which, every

man of taste, and every lover of virtue, must gratefully The pride of the valley all naturc has crown'd thee,

thank the noble author. Prais'd, courted, and Aattered, beloved, and carest.


I refer to “The advice of William, Earl of Bedrord,

to his sons.” It occupies 30 octavo pages; and niore Ab Rose, lovely Rose! when calm ev'ning shall banish

sound, round-about sense; more correct, general Those charms, which to grace and endear thee com- Calm was the scene, and silent ev'ry breeze,

opinions, on the important subjects of manners, study, Save the light murmur of a curling brook,

loyalty, morality, and religion; I, with confidence asAlike shall the bee and the butterfly vanish, And the sweet humming of the wearied bees,

sert, cannot be found compressed within so small a As o'er the fields their flight they homeward took. compass. The style resembles :bat of the Essays of And Zephyr his fond adulation resign.

Sir Francis Bacon, and is entitled to admiration for the Nor the mile of the morn, nor her iears shall restore 1 slowly onward mov'd, the beaten track,

same beauties-simplicity, strength, and felicity of exThat led towards the church, my fav'rite walk, thee,

pression. I have pointed it out to you, supposing it So oft the talk of visions and of ghosts,

well calculated for filling with advantage, those pages Nor the plaint of thy nightingale wildly sung o'er thee, That o'er the yard on moonlight ev'nings stalk. of the Kaleidoscope reserved for extracts. If you have Tho' his faithful heart then alone shall deplore thee, As musing o'er the relics of the dead,

not already become acquainted with this paper, 1 beg And live on the memory of all that was thine. And monument's that time had mark'd her own,

to recommend it to your perusal; and should it not From a dark tomb, I heard (the form unseen)

appear suitable for insertion in your miscellany, I know Pronounced, these words, in melancholy tone.

that, on rising from reading it, you will tbank me for

having directed your attention to so great a treasure. TO CONSUMPTION.

“ The winds blew high, the tempest rose, Who can judge how far this advice of its ancestor, may I wander'd o'er the plain,

have coniributed to form the character of a family, Toou fiend! the flowers of lovliest forn and hue

The lightning flash'd, the thunder roår'd,

which, in each successive generation, has been the pride Peel the contagion of thy baleful breath:

I sought my love in vain !

of its country, and the ornameni of human nature They droop, and then revive ; our hopes renew; “Dread darkness mantled heaven's light:

I am, Sir, But ah i thy blights are sure: again they fade,

In storms of hail and rain, And all our hopes with thein are laid

Your most obedient servant, I've sought my dearest, only love, Within that dark abode, the banquet-house of death, And sought her, but ir, vain !





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