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THE MIRROR

OF

LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.

No. 325.] SATURDAY, AUGUST 2, 1828. [Price 2d.

ALL-SOULS' CHURCH, LANGHAM-PLACE.

Vol. XII. F

All-Souls Church, Langham Place

ALL-SOULS' CHURCH, LANGHAM PLACE.

"Whoever walks through London streets,"
"Anyone walking through London streets,"

Said Momus to the son of Saturn,
Momus said to the son of Saturn,

"Each day new edifices meets,
"Each day new buildings meet,"

Of queer proportion, queerer pattern:
Of queer proportions, queerer patterns:

If thou, O cloud-compelling god,
Wilt aid me with thy special grace,
Will you help me with your special grace,

I, too, will wield my motley hod,
And build a church in Langham-place."
"And build a church at Langham Place."


"Agreed," the Thunderer cries; "go plant
"Agreed," the Thunderer shouts; "go plant __A_TAG_PLACEHOLDER_0__."

Thine edifice, I care not how ill;
Your building, I don't care how bad it is;

Take notice, earth. I hereby grant
Carte blanche of mortar, stone, and trowel.
Blank slate of mortar, stone, and trowel.

Go Hermes, Hercules, and Mars,
Fraught with these bills on Henry Hase,
Loaded with these bills on Henry Hase,

Drop with yon jester from the stars,
And build a church in Langham-place."
"Let's build a church in Langham Place."


London Lyrics-New Monthly Mag.
London Lyrics - New Monthly Mag

Among all our specimens of contemporary church-building, none has excited more animadversion than All-Souls', Langham-place, erected in 1822-1825, from the designs of Mr. Nash. Its general effect is extraordinary and objectionable; but, unfortunately for what merit it really possesses, many of its assailants have so far disregarded the just principles of taste and criticism, as to go laboriously out of their way to be profanely witty on its defects. Song and satire, raillery and ridicule, pun and pasquinade, and even the coarseness of caricature, have thus been let off at this specimen of NASH-ional architecture; whilst their authors have wittingly kept out any redeeming graces which could be found in its architectural details.

Among all our examples of modern church-building, none has drawn more criticism than All-Souls', Langham Place, built between 1822 and 1825 based on designs by Mr. Nash. Its overall appearance is striking and controversial; however, sadly, many of its critics have ignored basic standards of taste and criticism, making excessive effort to be disrespectfully funny about its flaws. Songs and satire, teasing and mockery, puns and jabs, and even crude caricatures have been directed at this example of NASH-ional architecture, while the creators have deliberately excluded any redeeming qualities that could be found in its architectural details.

The principal features of the exterior were suggested by its situation, it being placed on an angular plot of ground, between Langham-place and Regent-street. To afford an advantageous view from either point, the tower, which is circular, is nearly detached from the body of the church, and is surrounded by columns of the modern Ionic order, supporting an entablature, crowned by a balustrade, which is continued along the sides of the church. Above the portico is a Corinthian peristyle, the base of which is also that of a fluted cone, which forms the spire, and is terminated in an acute point. The steeple is complete in itself, and adapted to its situation, having the same appearance which ever way it is viewed. This portion of the edifice has, however, been more stigmatized than any other, although it has been pronounced by persons of taste and accredited judgment to be the best steeple recently erected. To our eye, the church itself, apart from the tower, (for such it almost is) is perhaps, one of the most miserable structures in the metropolis,—in its starved proportions more resembling a manufactory, or warehouse, than the impressive character of a church exterior; an effect to which the Londoner is not an entire stranger. Here, too, we are inclined to ascribe much of the ridicule, which the whole church has received, to its puny proportions and scantiness of decoration, which are far from being assisted by any stupendousness in their details, the first impression of which might probably have fixed the attention of the spectator. Indeed, the whole style of the tower and steeple appears peculiarly illadapted for so small a scale as has here been attempted.

The main features of the exterior were influenced by its location, as it sits on an angular plot of land between Langham Place and Regent Street. To provide a good view from either side, the circular tower is almost separate from the main part of the church and is surrounded by columns in the modern Ionic style, supporting an entablature topped with a balustrade that extends along the sides of the church. Above the entrance is a Corinthian peristyle, and the base of this supports a fluted cone that forms the spire, which ends in a sharp point. The steeple stands alone and fits its setting, looking the same from any angle. However, this part of the building has faced more criticism than anything else, even though many connoisseurs consider it the best steeple built recently. To us, the church itself, aside from the tower (which it nearly is), is perhaps one of the most unfortunate structures in the city, with its skinny proportions resembling more a factory or warehouse than an impressive church exterior; a sentiment not entirely unfamiliar to Londoners. We also tend to attribute much of the ridicule the entire church has received to its small proportions and lack of decoration, which do not benefit from any grandeur in their details that might have initially caught the spectator's attention. Indeed, the overall design of the tower and steeple seems particularly unsuitable for the small scale attempted here.

As we love "a jest's prosperity," we recommend such of our readers as are partial to innocent pasquinade, to turn to the "Lyric," in a recent volume of the New Monthly Magazine, commencing as above. It is too long for entire insertion here, but its raciness will doubtless gratify those who may be induced to refer to it.

As we enjoy "a joke's success," we suggest that our readers who appreciate lighthearted satire check out the "Lyric" in a recent issue of the New Monthly Magazine, starting as mentioned. It's too lengthy to include in full here, but its charm will surely delight anyone who decides to read it.


TREMENDOUS RAINS.

HEAVY RAINS.

(For the Mirror.)

(For the Mirror.)

Like a low-hung cloud, it rains so fast,
That all at once it falls.—DRYDEN.

There are two English proverbs relative to rain; the first is, "It rains by Planets." "This the country people (says Ray) use when it rains in one place and not in another; meaning that the showers are governed by planets, which being erratic in their own motions, cause such uncertain wandering of clouds and falls of rain. Or it rains by planets—that is, the falls of showers are as uncertain, as the motions of the planets are imagined to be." The second—"It never rains but it pours:" which appears to be the case at present. In the year 553 it rained violently in Scotland for five months; in 918 there was a continual rain in that country for five months; a violent one in London 1222; again 1233, so violent that the harvest did not begin till Michaelmas; 1338, from Midsummer to Christmas, so that there was not one day or night dry together; in Wales, which destroyed 10,000 sheep, September 19th 1752; in Languedoc, which destroyed the village of Bar le Due, April 26th, 1776; and in the Island of Cuba, on the 21st of June, 1791, 3,000 persons and 11,700 cattle of various kinds perished by the torrents occasioned by the rains.

There are two English proverbs related to rain; the first is, "It rains by Planets." "Country people (says Ray) use this when it rains in one location and not in another; it means that the showers are controlled by planets, which are erratic in their movements, causing such unpredictable cloud patterns and rainfall. Or it rains by planets—that is, the occurrences of showers are just as unpredictable as the movements of the planets are thought to be." The second—"It never rains but it pours:" which seems to be true at the moment. In the year 553, it rained heavily in Scotland for five months; in 918 there was continuous rain in that country for five months; a heavy downpour in London in 1222; again in 1233, so severe that the harvest didn’t start until Michaelmas; in 1338, from Midsummer to Christmas, there wasn't a single dry day or night; in Wales, which killed 10,000 sheep, on September 19th, 1752; in Languedoc, which wiped out the village of Bar le Due on April 26th, 1776; and in the Island of Cuba, on June 21st, 1791, 3,000 people and 11,700 cattle of various kinds died due to the torrential rains.

P. T. W.

P. T. W.


CURIOUS SCRAPS.

INTERESTING BITS.

(For the Mirror.)

(For the Mirror.)

The first dissection on record, is one in which Democritus of Obdera, was engaged, in order to ascertain the sources and course of the bile.—It was the custom among the Egyptians, to carry about at their feasts a skeleton, least their guests, in the midst of feasting and merriment, should forget the frail tenure of life and its enjoyments.

The first recorded dissection was conducted by Democritus of Obdera to figure out the sources and path of bile. Egyptians had a tradition of bringing a skeleton to their feasts so their guests wouldn't forget how fragile life is, even while enjoying good food and fun.

The most ancient eclipse upon record, was observed by the Chaldeans 721 years before the Christian era, and recorded by Ptolemy. The observation was made at Babylon the 19th of March.—In ancient days, for want of parchment to draw deeds upon, great estates were frequently conveyed from one family to another only by the ceremony of a turf and a stone, delivered before witnesses, and without any written agreement.—It is singular, that by the Doomsday Book, as quoted by Camden, there appears to have been in Lincoln, when that survey was taken, no less than 1070 "inns for entertainment."—Henry I., about the year 1125, caused to be made a standard yard, from the length of his own arm, in order to prevent frauds in the measurement of cloth. This standard is supposed to have been deposited, with other measures, &c. in Winchester; he likewise (it is said) ordered halfpence and farthings to be made round, which before his time were square.—The Universities of Oxford and Cambridge were first called "studia," or "studies."—Edward the Confessor received yearly, from the manor of Barton, near Gloucester, 3,000 loaves of bread for the maintenance of his dogs—In the reign of Edward III., only three taverns might sell sweet wines in London; one in Cheape, one in Wallbrook, and the other in Lombard Street.—Lord Lyttleton, in his Life of Henry II., vol. i. p. 50, says, "Most of our ancient historians give him the character of a very religious prince, but his religion was, after the fashion of those times, belief without examination, and devotion without piety. It was a religion that at the same time allowed him to pillage kingdoms, that threw him on his knees before a relic or a cross, but suffered him unrestrained to trample upon the liberties and rights of mankind;" again, "his government was harsh and despotic, violating even the principles of that institution which he himself had established. Yet so far he performed the duty of a sovereign that he took care to maintain a good police in his realm; which, in the tumultuous state of his government, was a great and difficult work." How well he performed it, we may learn even from the testimony of a contemporary Saxon historian, who says, "during his reign a man might have travelled in perfect security all over the kingdom, with his bosom full of gold; nor durst any kill another in revenge of the greatest offences, nor offer violence to the chastity of a woman. But it was a poor compensation that the highways were safe, when the courts of justice were dens of thieves, and when almost every man in authority, or in office, used his power to oppress and pillage the people."—Towards the close of the life of Henry IV., he kept the regal diadem always in his sight by day, and at night it shared his pillow. Once the Prince of Wales, whom Henry always suspected more than he loved, seeing his father in a most violent paroxysm of disease, removed the crown from his bed. The king on his recovery missed it, sent for his son, and taxed him with his impatience and want of duty, but the prince defended his conduct with such rational modesty, that Henry, convinced of his innocence, embraced and blessed him. "Alas!" said Henry to his son, "you know too well how I gained this crown. How will you defend this ill-gotten possession?" "With my sword," said the prince, "as my father has done."

The earliest recorded eclipse was observed by the Chaldeans 721 years before Christ and documented by Ptolemy. This observation took place in Babylon on March 19. In ancient times, due to a lack of parchment for transactions, large estates were often transferred between families through a simple ceremony involving a piece of turf and a stone, presented before witnesses and without any written agreement. Interestingly, according to the Domesday Book as cited by Camden, there were 1,070 "inns for entertainment" in Lincoln when that survey was conducted. Around 1125, Henry I had a standard yard created from the length of his own arm to prevent fraud in cloth measurement. This standard was believed to have been stored in Winchester along with other measures. It is also said that he ordered halfpennies and farthings to be made round, as they had previously been square. The universities of Oxford and Cambridge were first known as "studia" or "studies." Edward the Confessor received 3,000 loaves of bread annually from the manor of Barton, near Gloucester, for the care of his dogs. During the reign of Edward III, only three taverns were allowed to sell sweet wines in London: one in Cheape, another in Wallbrook, and the last in Lombard Street. Lord Lyttleton, in his Life of Henry II, vol. i. p. 50, states, "Most of our ancient historians describe him as a very religious prince, but his religion was, like many of that time, belief without inquiry and devotion without true faith. It was a religion that allowed him to plunder kingdoms, making him kneel before a relic or a cross, yet permitted him to trample on the freedoms and rights of people." He further notes, "His rule was harsh and tyrannical, violating even the principles of the very institution he had established. Yet he did fulfill his duty as a ruler by maintaining order in his realm, a significant and challenging task given the chaos of his government." We see this reflected in the words of a contemporary Saxon historian, who claims, "During his reign, a man could travel safely across the kingdom with a pocket full of gold; no one dared kill another in revenge for even the gravest offenses, nor could anyone safely harm a woman's honor. However, the safety of the roads was a poor compensation when the courts of justice were havens for thieves, and nearly everyone in power exploited their positions to oppress and rob the populace." Towards the end of Henry IV's life, he kept the royal crown always in view during the day and would rest it on his pillow at night. Once, the Prince of Wales, whom Henry suspected more than he loved, took the crown from his father's bed while seeing him in a severe fit of illness. When the king recovered and noticed its absence, he summoned his son and accused him of impatience and disloyalty. However, the prince defended his actions so reasonably that Henry, convinced of his innocence, embraced and blessed him. "Alas!" Henry said to his son, "you know too well how I came by this crown. How will you justify this unjustly obtained possession?" "With my sword," replied the prince, "just as my father has done."

Henry V. was, perhaps, the first English monarch who had ships of his own. Two of these, which sailed against Harfleur, were called "The King's Chamber," and "The King's Hall." They had purple sails, and were large and beautiful.

Henry V was probably the first English king to have his own ships. Two of these, which sailed against Harfleur, were named "The King's Chamber" and "The King's Hall." They had purple sails and were large and stunning.

Party rage ran so high in 1403, that an act of parliament was found necessary to declare, "Pulling out of eyes and cutting out of tongues to be felony."—Dr. Rush, of Philadelphia, in his "Inquiry into the effects of spirituous liquors on the human body, and their influence on the happiness of society;" says, "Among the inhabitants of cities, spirits produce debts, disgrace, and bankruptcy. Among farmers, they produce idleness with its usual consequence, such as houses without windows, barns without roofs, gardens without enclosures, fields without fences, hogs without yokes, sheep without wool, meagre cattle, feeble horses, and half clad, dirty children, without principles, morals, or manners."

Party anger was so intense in 1403 that a law was needed to declare, "Removing eyes and cutting out tongues is a felony." Dr. Rush from Philadelphia, in his "Inquiry into the Effects of Spirituous Liquors on the Human Body and Their Influence on the Happiness of Society," states, "Among city dwellers, alcohol leads to debts, shame, and bankruptcy. Among farmers, it results in laziness and its usual outcomes, like houses without windows, barns without roofs, gardens without fences, fields without boundaries, pigs without yokes, sheep without wool, thin cattle, weak horses, and poorly dressed, dirty children lacking in principles, morals, or manners."

P. T. W.

P.T.W.


Shower of Sugar Plums—Charles XI., attended by his court, had been hunting in the neighbourhood of Carcassone. After the stag had been taken, a gentleman of the neighbourhood invited the king to a splendid dinner which he had prepared for him. At the conclusion of the banquet the ceiling of the hall suddenly opened, a thick cloud, descended and burst over their heads like a thunder storm, pouring forth a shower of sugar-plums instead of hail, which was succeeded by a gentle rain of rose-water.

Shower of Sugar Plums—Charles XI, along with his court, had been hunting in the area around Carcassonne. After the stag was caught, a local gentleman invited the king to a lavish dinner he had prepared for him. At the end of the feast, the ceiling of the hall suddenly opened, a thick cloud descended and burst over their heads like a thunderstorm, pouring a shower of sugar-plums instead of hail, followed by a gentle rain of rose water.

The Coin Guinea—In the reign of king Charles II., when Sir Robert Holmes, of the Isle of Wight, brought gold-dust from the coast of Guinea, a guinea first received its name from that country.

The Coin Guinea—During the reign of King Charles II, when Sir Robert Holmes from the Isle of Wight brought back gold dust from the coast of Guinea, a guinea got its name from that region.

A Motto.—A constant frequenter of city feasts, having grown enormously fat, it was proposed to write on his back, "Widened at the expense of the corporation of London."

A Motto.—A regular at city banquets, who had become extremely overweight, it was suggested to write on his back, "Widened at the expense of the corporation of London."

Sedan-chairs and Hackney-coaches.—Sir S. Duncombe, predecessor to Duncombe Lord Feversham, and gentleman pensioner to King James and Charles I., introduced sedan-chairs into this country, anno 1634, when he procured a patent that vested in him and his heirs the sole right of carrying persons up and down in them for a certain sum. Sir Saunders had been a great traveller, and saw these chairs at Sedan, where they were first invented. It is remarkable that Capt. Bailey introduced the use of hackney-coaches in this year; a tolerable ride might then be obtained, in either of these vehicles for four pence.

Sedan-chairs and Hackney-coaches.—Sir S. Duncombe, who was the predecessor to Duncombe Lord Feversham and a gentleman pensioner to Kings James and Charles I., brought sedan-chairs to this country in 1634 when he secured a patent that granted him and his heirs the exclusive right to transport people in them for a specific fee. Sir Saunders was a well-traveled man and had seen these chairs in Sedan, where they were first created. It's noteworthy that Capt. Bailey also introduced hackney-coaches that same year; a decent ride could then be had in either of these vehicles for four pence.

Heroism—Seward, "the brave Earl of Northumberland," feeling in his sickness that he drew near his end, quitted his bed and put on his armour, saying, "That it became not a man to die like a beast," on which he died standing; an act as singular as it was heroic.

Heroism—Seward, "the brave Earl of Northumberland," sensing that he was nearing the end due to his illness, got out of bed and put on his armor, saying, "It isn't fitting for a man to die like an animal," and then he died standing—an act as unique as it was heroic.

Epigram on Epigrams. What is an epigram? a dwarfish whole,
Its body brevity, and wit its soul.

Epigram on Epigrams. What’s an epigram? A concise little piece,
Its body is short, and its wit is its spirit.

W. H. H.

W. H. H.


"THE MOUSE TOWER,"

"THE MOUSE TOWER,"

A GERMAN LEGEND.

A German Legend.

(For the Mirror.)

(For the Mirror.)

The bishop of Mentz was a wealthy prince,
Wealthy and proud was he;
He was rich and proud;

He had all that was worth a wish on earth—
But he had not charitie!
But he had no charity!


He would stretch put his empty hands to bless,
Or lift them both to pray;
Or lift them both to pray;

But alack! to lighten man's distress,
They moved no other way.
They didn't move any other way.


A famine came! but his heart was still
As hard as his pride was high;
As strong as his pride was.

And the starving poor but throng'd his door
To curse him and to die.
To curse him and then die.


At length from the crowd rose a clamour so loud,
That a cruel plot laid he;
He devised a cruel plot;

He open'd one of his granaries wide,
And bade them enter free.
And let them come in freely.


In they rush'd—the maid and the sire.
And the child that could barely run—
And the child who could hardly run—

Then he clos'd the barn, and set it on fire.
And burnt them every one!
And burned them all!


And loud he laugh'd at each terrible shriek,
And cried to his archer-train,
And called to his archers,

"The merry mice!—how shrill they squeak!—
They are fond of the bishop's grain!"
"They really like the bishop's grain!"


But mark, what an awful judgment soon,
On the cruel bishop fell;
On the harsh bishop fell;

With so many mice his palace swarm'd,
That in it he could not dwell.
He couldn't stay there.


They gnaw'd the arras above and beneath,
They eat each savoury dish up;
They devour every savory dish.

And shortly their sacrilegious teeth
Began to nibble the bishop!
Started to munch the bishop!


He flew to his castle of Ehrenfels,
By the side of the Rhine so fair;
By the beautiful Rhine River;

But they found the road to his new abode,
And came in legions there.
And arrived in crowds there.


He built him, in haste, a tower tall
In the tide, for his better assurance;
In the current situation, for his greater confidence;

But they swam the river, and scal'd the wall,
And worried him past endurance.
And worried him beyond limits.


One morning his skeleton there was seen,
By a load of flesh the lighter;
By a load of flesh, the lighter;

They had picked his bones uncommonly clean,
And eaten his very mitre!
And ate his whole mitre!


Such was the end of the bishop of Mentz,
And oft at the midnight hour,
And often at midnight,

He comes in the shape of a fog so dense,
And sits on his old "Mouse-Tower."
And he sits on his old "Mouse-Tower."

C.K.W.

C.K.W.


PRUSSIC ACID.

PRUSSIC ACID.

(For the Mirror.)

(For the Mirror.)

The circumstance of Montgomery's recent suicide in Newgate, has led me to send you the following remarks upon the nature and properties of that most violent poison, Prussic acid, with which the unfortunate man terminated his existence.

The situation of Montgomery's recent suicide in Newgate has prompted me to send you these remarks on the nature and properties of that extremely potent poison, Prussic acid, with which the unfortunate man ended his life.

Were we to consider the constituent parts and properties of the most common things we are in the habit of daily using, and their poisonous and destructive natures, we should recoil at the deadly potion, and shrink from the loathsome draught we are about to take. That which we consider the most delicious and exhilarating portion of our common beverage, porter, contains carbonic acid gas, commonly known by the "spirit," and which the poor miners dread with the utmost horror, like the Arabian does the destructive blast of the simoon. Oxalic acid, so much the fear of those accustomed to the medicine—Epsom salts, is made from that useful article, sugar, by uniting with it a smaller portion, more than it has naturally, of oxygen gas. The air we breathe contains a most deadly poison, called by chemists azotic gas, which, by its being mixed with what is called vital air, (oxygen gas,) becomes necessary to our existence, as much as the one (vital air or oxygen gas) would be prejudicial without the other; and Prussic acid, the most violent of all poisons, is contained in the common bitter-almond. But these most destructive substances are always found combined with others, which render them often perfectly harmless, and can be separated only by the skill of the chemist.

If we were to look closely at the basic components and properties of the everyday things we use, along with their toxic and harmful qualities, we would be horrified by the deadly concoction and would hesitate to consume the disgusting drink in front of us. What we think of as the most tasty and refreshing part of our usual beverage, porter, contains carbonic acid gas, commonly referred to as "spirit," which poor miners fear immensely, just like an Arabian fears the devastating wind of the simoon. Oxalic acid, which is dreaded by those who rely on the medicine—Epsom salts, is produced from that useful item, sugar, by combining it with a bit more oxygen gas than it normally has. The air we breathe contains a highly toxic substance called azotic gas, which, when mixed with what is known as vital air (oxygen gas), becomes essential for our survival, just as much as one (vital air or oxygen gas) would be harmful without the other; and Prussic acid, the most potent of all poisons, can be found in the common bitter almond. However, these extremely harmful substances are usually found combined with others that often make them completely harmless, and can only be separated by a skilled chemist.

The Prussic acid (by some called hydrocyanic acid) is a liquid, extracted from vegetables, and contains one part of cyanogen and one part of hydrogen. It is extracted from the bitter-almond, (as has been stated,) peach-blossom, and the leaves of the laurocerasus. It may also be obtained from animal substances, although a vegetable acid. If lime be added to water, distilled from these substances, a Prussiate of lime is formed; when, if an acid solution of iron be added to this mixture, common Prussian blue (or Prussiate of iron) is precipitated. The acid may be obtained from Prussiate of potash, by making a strong solution of this salt, and then adding as much tartaric acid as will precipitate the potash, when the acid will be left in solution, which must be decanted and distilled.

Prussic acid (also called hydrocyanic acid by some) is a liquid extracted from plants, containing one part cyanogen and one part hydrogen. It is obtained from bitter almonds, peach blossoms, and laurocerasus leaves, as previously mentioned. It can also be derived from animal sources, even though it is a vegetable acid. If you add lime to water distilled from these substances, a Prussiate of lime is formed; then, if you add an acidic iron solution to this mixture, common Prussian blue (or Prussiate of iron) will precipitate. The acid can be extracted from Prussiate of potash by creating a strong solution of this salt and then adding enough tartaric acid to precipitate the potash, leaving the acid in solution, which must be decanted and distilled.

Its properties are a pungent odour, very much resembling that of bitter-almonds, with a hot but sweetish taste, and extremely volatile. It contains azote, with which no other vegetable acid is combined; it is largely used in the manufacture of Prussian blue. It is the most violent of all poisons, and destroys animals by being applied to the skin only. It is stated by an able chemist, that a single drop applied to the tongue of a mastiff dog caused death so instantaneously, that it appeared to have been destroyed by lightning. One drop to the human frame destroys life in two minutes.

Its properties include a strong smell similar to bitter almonds, a hot yet slightly sweet taste, and it’s extremely volatile. It contains nitrogen, which is not combined with any other vegetable acid. It’s widely used to make Prussian blue. It’s the deadliest of all poisons and can kill animals just by being applied to their skin. A skilled chemist reported that a single drop applied to a mastiff’s tongue caused death so quickly that it seemed like it had been struck by lightning. Just one drop into the human body can cause death in two minutes.

But when chemically combined with other substances, its power is in a great measure neutralized, and it becomes a valuable article, both to the chemist as a test, and to the physician as a medicine. The Prussiate of potash and iron will enable the chemist to discover nearly the whole of the metals when in solution, by the colours its combination produces. Dr. Zollekoffer says, that in intermittent fevers the Prussiate of iron is in its effects superior to Cinchona bark, and says it never disagrees with the stomach, or creates nausea even in the most irritable state, while bark is not unfrequently rejected; a patient will recover from the influence of intermitting and remitting fevers, in the generality of cases, in much less time than is usual in those cases in which bark is employed. S.S.T.

But when it’s chemically combined with other substances, its power is mostly neutralized, making it a valuable resource for both chemists as a test and physicians as a medicine. The Prussiate of potash and iron allows chemists to identify nearly all metals in solution by the colors produced from its combination. Dr. Zollekoffer states that in cases of intermittent fevers, Prussiate of iron is more effective than Cinchona bark and claims it never upsets the stomach or causes nausea, even when someone has a sensitive stomach, whereas bark is often rejected. Generally, a patient will recover from intermitting and remitting fevers much faster than those cases where bark is used. S.S.T.


THE ANECDOTE GALLERY.

THE STORY GALLERY.

VOLTAIRE.

VOLTAIRE.

(Continued from page 64.)

(Continued from page 64.)

A certain Hungarian traveller, a man of consequence in his country, but not particularly wise, had fruitlessly tried to be introduced, without finding any one at Geneva, willing to undertake the task, as they were all afraid Voltaire would be rude to him. A young man, who heard of this, engaged to procure the stranger an interview with Voltaire; and on the day appointed, contrived to have him conveyed out of town to a good-looking residence, where well-dressed servants received him at the door, and ushered him up stairs in due form. Here then at last he found himself, as he thought, téte-à-tete with Voltaire. The malade de Ferney, personated by our young friend, was lying down on a sofa, wrapped up in a damask robe-de-chambre, a night-cap of black velvet, with gold lace, on his head, or rather on the top of an immense periwig, a la Louis XIV., in the midst of which his little, sallow and deeply-wrinkled visage seemed buried; a table was near him, covered with papers, and the curtains being drawn, made the room rather dark. The philosopher apologized in a hollow voice, interrupted by occasional fits of coughing; he was ill bien malade, could not get up, begged the stranger to be seated, asked questions about the countries he had visited, made him tell his adventures, those of gallantry particularly, and was himself most facetious, and most profanely witty. The Hungarian delighted, and far more at ease than he had imagined possible, casting a glance on the papers, ventured to inquire what new work? "Ah, nothing!"—le faible Enfant de ma Vieillesse—a tragedy. "May I ask the subject?" "The subject is wholly Genevan," replied Voltaire, "the name, Empro-Giro, and the dramatis personæ Carin-Caro, Dupins-Simon, and Carcail Briffon, &c." He then began to repeat, with great animation, a number of passages, to which his visitor listened in perfect raptures, but drew, meanwhile, a snuff-box from his pocket, and began to look attentively on him and on a picture on the lid; thus confronted with a portrait of Voltaire, and compared face to face, was a trial for which our mimic was not prepared, and his courage nearly forsook him, yet he kept up appearances, only coughing more, and ranting on the high-sounding lines of his Empro-Giro. The Hungarian, not undeceived by this close examination, replaced the snuff-box in his pocket, declaring it to be the best likeness he had ever seen. He rose at last, thanked his friend Voltaire, kissed his hand respectfully, and went away, distributing to the servants he met on the stairs liberal tokens of his satisfaction. These servants were the intimate friends and companions of the chief actor, and one of them, his brother, unwilling to carry the joke to the length of pocketing the money of their dupe, they contrived to give him a dinner at a tavern, where he was made to tell the story of his visit to Voltaire, and express his admiration of the great man. The latter heard of this, was much amused, and desired to see his double, told him he would make a bargain with him—half his fame for half the tiresome visitors it procured him.

A certain Hungarian traveler, an important man in his country but not particularly wise, had tried unsuccessfully to be introduced to Voltaire in Geneva, as no one was willing to help him, fearing that Voltaire would be rude. A young man who heard about this stepped up to arrange a meeting for the foreigner with Voltaire. On the appointed day, he managed to take the traveler out of town to an attractive house, where well-dressed servants welcomed him at the door and formally escorted him upstairs. Finally, he found himself, as he thought, alone with Voltaire. The "sick man of Ferney," played by the young friend, was lying on a sofa, dressed in a damask robe, with a black velvet nightcap adorned with gold lace on his head, resting on top of an enormous Louis XIV-style wig that seemed to bury his small, sallow, deeply-wrinkled face. A table beside him was covered with papers, and the drawn curtains made the room rather dark. The philosopher apologized in a hollow voice, occasionally interrupted by coughing fits. He was feeling quite unwell, couldn't get up, and asked the stranger to take a seat. He inquired about the countries the traveler had visited and invited him to share his adventures, especially any romantic ones, all while being witty and irreverently humorous. The Hungarian was thrilled and more relaxed than he had imagined, glancing at the papers and daring to ask about the new work. "Ah, nothing!"—"the weak child of my old age—a tragedy." "May I ask what it's about?" "The subject is entirely Genevan," Voltaire replied, "the title is Empro-Giro, with characters like Carin-Caro, Dupins-Simon, and Carcail Briffon, etc." He then animatedly recited several passages, and the visitor listened in absolute delight. Meanwhile, he pulled out a snuff-box from his pocket, inspecting it closely, along with a picture on the lid; faced with a portrait of Voltaire was a challenge for which the mimic was unprepared, and he nearly lost his nerve. Still, he maintained appearances, coughing more and passionately reciting the lofty lines of his Empro-Giro. The Hungarian, not entirely fooled by this close look, put the snuff-box back in his pocket, declaring it to be the best likeness he had ever seen. Eventually, he stood up, thanked his friend Voltaire, respectfully kissed his hand, and left, generously giving tips to the servants he encountered on the stairs. These servants were close friends of the main actor, and one of them, his brother, decided against cashing in on the joke by pocketing their dupe's money. Instead, they arranged for him to have dinner at a tavern, where he was made to recount the story of his visit to Voltaire and express his admiration for the great man. Voltaire heard about this, found it very amusing, and wanted to meet his impersonator, telling him he would make a deal—half of his fame for half of the annoying visitors it brought him.

The poet lived like a prince, but kept his accounts like a citizen; knowing to a sous where his money went: a good deal of it was bestowed charitably, for he was munificent, and certainly much loved in his neighbourhood. One night, when Tancrede was acting, and the court of the chateau was full of carriages and servants, there arrived, as ill luck would have it, a cask of the best chambertin that ever came from Burgundy; his own people could not attend to it, and the cask remained at his cellar door; the servants contrived to get at it, and while their masters and mistresses were shedding tears at the tragedy, they sipped the poet's wine. There was generally a supper after the play, where more than once two hundred people sat down, and Voltaire had something to say to every one of his guests. As the gates of the town are shut at night, many of them usually remained in the château, poorly accommodated with beds. One night as M. de B----, was groping in the dark, for a place where he might lie down to sleep, he accidently put his finger into the mouth of M. de Florian, who bit it.

The poet lived like a prince but managed his finances like an average person, knowing exactly where every penny went. He gave a good amount to charity because he was generous and well-liked in his community. One night, while Tancrede was performing and the courtyard of the chateau was filled with carriages and servants, a barrel of the finest chambertin from Burgundy showed up just by chance. His own staff couldn't attend to it, so the barrel sat at his cellar door. The servants found a way to get to it, and while their bosses were crying over the play, they enjoyed the poet's wine. There was usually a dinner after the performance, with more than two hundred people sometimes seated, and Voltaire made sure to greet each of his guests. Since the town gates close at night, many of them often stayed at the château, with very basic sleeping arrangements. One night, as M. de B---- was searching in the dark for a place to sleep, he accidentally stuck his finger into the mouth of M. de Florian, who bit it.

Voltaire kept company only with the aristocracy of Geneva; neither his liberality nor his wit secured him the good-will of the patriots placed out of the sphere of his influence; they only saw him a sham philosopher, without principles and solidity; a courtier, the slave of rank and fashion; the corrupter of their country, of which he made a jest. Quand je secoue ma perruque, he used to say, je poudre toute la republique!

Voltaire associated only with the aristocracy of Geneva; neither his generosity nor his humor earned him the favor of the patriots who were outside his influence. They viewed him as a false philosopher, lacking principles and substance; a sycophant, enslaved by status and trends; the corruptor of their country, which he turned into a joke. When I shake my wig, he used to say, I dust the whole republic!

Whatever might be Voltaire's antipathy to the visits of strangers at his château, he seems to have met with an equal specimen of that temper from an Englishman. When in London, he waited upon Congreve, the poet, and passed him some compliments as to the reputation and merit of his works. Congreve thanked him; but at the same, time told Voltaire he did not choose to be considered as an author, but only as a private gentleman, and in that light expected to be visited. Voltaire answered, that if he had never been any thing but a private gentleman, in all probability he had never been troubled with that visit. He also observes, in his own account of this affair, he was not a little disgusted with so unseasonable a piece of vanity.

Whatever Voltaire's dislike for having strangers visit his château, he seemed to encounter an equal level of that attitude from an Englishman. When in London, he paid a call to Congreve, the poet, and complimented him on the reputation and quality of his works. Congreve thanked him, but at the same time told Voltaire he didn’t want to be seen as an author, but just as a private gentleman, and he expected to be visited in that way. Voltaire replied, that if he had only ever been a private gentleman, he probably wouldn't have had to deal with that visit. He also noted in his own account of the incident that he was quite annoyed by such an inappropriate display of vanity.

The memory of Voltaire and Rousseau is still cherished by the French people with great fondness; their busts or figures in bronze or plaster are frequently met with, and remind one of Penates, or household gods.

The memory of Voltaire and Rousseau is still cherished by the French people with great fondness; their busts or figures in bronze or plaster are often seen and remind one of Penates, or household gods.

PHILO.

Philosophy.


POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS.

WITCHCRAFT.

Witchcraft.

(For the Mirror.)

(For the Mirror.)

—Why should the envious world
Throw all their scandalous malice upon me?
'Cause I am poor, deform'd, and ignorant;
And like a bow, buckled and bent together,
By some more strong in mischiefs than myself:
Must I for that be made a common sink
For all the filth and rubbish of men's tongues,
To fall and run into? some call me witch;
And, being ignorant of myself, they go
About to teach me how to be one; urging
That my bad tongue (by their bad usage made so)
Forespeaks their cattle, doth bewitch their corn,
Themselves, their servants, and their babes at nurse;
This they enforce upon me; and in part
Make me to credit it. Witch of Edmonton.

The belief in witchcraft may be considered as forming a prominent and important feature in the history of the human mind. It is certainly one link of the degrading chain of superstitions which have long enslaved mankind, but which are now quivering to their fall. The desire for power to pry into hidden things, and more especially events to come, is inherent in the human race, and has always been considered as of no ordinary importance, and rendered the supposed possessors objects of reverence and fear. The belief in astrology, or the power to read in the stars the knowledge of futurity, from time immemorial has been considered as the most difficult of attainment, and important in its results. And by the aid of a little supernatural machinery, both magicians and astrologers exercised the most unlimited influence over the understandings of their adherents. An astrologer, only two or three centuries since, was a regular appendage to the establishments of princes and nobles. Sir Walter Scott has drawn an interesting portrait of one in Kenilworth; and the eagerness with which the Earl of Leicester listened to his doctrines and predictions, affords a good specimen of the manners of those times. The movements of the heavenly bodies, (imperfectly as they were then understood,) seemed to afford the most plausible vehicle for these "oracles of human destiny;" and even now, while we are tracing these lines, the red and glaring appearance of the planet Mars, shining so beautifully in the south-east, is considered by the many as a forerunner and sign of long wars and much bloodshed:

The belief in witchcraft has been a significant aspect of human history. It is certainly one part of the degrading chain of superstitions that have long oppressed humanity, but now they are finally starting to fade away. The desire for the power to uncover hidden truths, especially about the future, is something inherent in human nature and has always been seen as highly important, making those who claim to possess such abilities objects of both respect and fear. The belief in astrology, or the ability to read the stars to predict the future, has historically been viewed as one of the most challenging skills to master, with significant consequences. With a little bit of supernatural help, both magicians and astrologers wielded immense influence over the beliefs of their followers. Just two or three centuries ago, having an astrologer was a common part of the households of princes and nobles. Sir Walter Scott painted an intriguing picture of one in Kenilworth; the eagerness of the Earl of Leicester to hear his teachings and prophecies offers a clear example of the customs of that era. The movements of celestial bodies, although poorly understood at the time, seemed to provide a convincing means for these "oracles of human destiny"; even today, as we write these lines, the bright and striking appearance of the planet Mars, shining beautifully in the southeast, is seen by many as a sign of upcoming wars and significant bloodshed.

These dreams and terrors magical,
These miracles and witches,
These wonders and sorceresses,

Night walking sprites, et cetera,
Esteem them not two rushes.
Don't underestimate them.

Mankind are universally prone to the belief in omens, and the casual occurrence of certain contingent circumstances soon creates the easiest of theories. Should a bird of good omen, in ancient times, perch on the standard, or hover about an army, the omen was of good import, and favourable to conquest. Should a raven or crow accidentally fly over the field of action, the spirits of the combatants would be proportionably depressed. Should a planet be shining in its brilliancy at the birth of any one whose fortunes rose to pre-eminence, it was always thought to exert an influence over his future destiny. Such was the origin of many of our later superstitions, which "grew with their growth, and strengthened with their strength," till the more extensive introduction of the art of printing partly dissipated the illusion. It has been remarked, therefore, that
the existence of the parent stock of the subject more immediately under our consideration, witchcraft, may be traced to a very remote period indeed. It is, however, needless to enter into any remarks on those witches mentioned in the Scriptures. The earliest dabbler of the genus, as a
contemporary writer observes, is said to be Zoroaster, thought to be the king of the Bactrians, who flourished about 3,800 years ago, or A.M. 2000. He is supposed to have been well versed in the arts of divination and astrology, and was the origin of the Persian magi. "At his birth," remarks an old writer, "he laughed; and his head did so beat, that it struck back the midwife's hand—a good sign of abundance of spirits, which are the best instruments of a ready wit." The magi in Persia, the Brahmins in India, the Chaldae in Assyria, the magicians of Arabia, the priesthood of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, and the Druids of Britain, were all members of a class which comprised astrology, omens, divination, conjuration, portents, chiromancy, and sorcery; and all united in the pursuit of enslaving mankind for the purposes of gain and power, with artfully devised schemes, and a skilful series of impostures; and we can easily imagine the influence they must have exercised over the minds of their proselytes, when we bear in mind the effect produced by similar contrivances in later days. The enchantress Theoris of Athens
seems to have been the first witch that had recourse to charms. Demosthenes uses the terms both of witchery and imposture in speaking of her. This witch was put to death by the Athenians—an accomplice having displayed to them the charms, &c., by which she wrought her miracles. Our Saviour's words, that faith can remove mountains, are applicable particularly to the supposed powers of witchcraft; and the influence of charms and amulets in averting disease is well known. We have alluded, in our first paper, to
the trial of Rose Cullender and Amy Duny, at Norwich, for witchcraft; and we now give the speech of Sir Thomas Browne, the celebrated physician of that period, (1664,) to whom, in consequence of defect in the proof, the case was referred, which was the cause of their conviction. Sir Thomas Browne offered it as his opinion, "that the devil, in such cases, did work upon the bodies of men and women, upon a natural foundation, (that is) to stir up and excite such humours superabounding in their bodies to a great excess, whereby he did, in an extraordinary manner, afflict them with such distempers as their bodies were most subject to, as particularly appeared in the children of Dorothy Dunent, (one of the indictments against the prisoners being for their bewitchment;) for he conceived that these swooning fits were natural, and nothing else but that they call the mother, but only heightened to a great excess by the subtilty of the devil co-operating with the malice of these, which we term witches, at whose instance he doth the villanies."

Human beings are universally inclined to believe in omens, and the random occurrence of certain events quickly leads to the simplest of theories. If a bird regarded as a good omen would land on a flag or circle around an army, it was seen as a positive sign and supportive of victory. Conversely, if a raven or crow happened to fly over the battlefield, it would dampen the spirits of the fighters. When a bright planet shone at the birth of someone whose fortunes rose significantly, it was believed to influence their future. This belief laid the groundwork for many of our current superstitions, which "grew with their growth and strengthened with their strength," until the broader use of printing began to lessen the illusion.It has been noted, therefore, that
the origins of the subject we are focusing on, witchcraft, can be traced back to a very long time ago. However, there's no need to discuss the witches mentioned in the Scriptures. The earliest practitioner of the genus, as a
contemporary writer notes, is said to be Zoroaster, thought to be the king of the Bactrians, who lived about 3,800 years ago, or A.M. 2000. It's believed he was knowledgeable in divination and astrology and was the founder of the Persian magi. "At his birth," an old writer states, "he laughed, and his head beat so strongly that it pushed the midwife's hand away—a good sign of abundant spirits, which are the best tools for quick thinking." The magi in Persia, the Brahmins in India, the Chaldae in Assyria, the magicians in Arabia, the priesthood of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, and the Druids in Britain all belonged to a group that included astrology, omens, divination, conjuration, portents, chiromancy, and sorcery; all were united in their goal of ensnaring humanity for profit and power through cleverly devised schemes and skilled deceptions. We can easily imagine the influence they must have held over their followers, especially considering the effect similar tactics had in more recent times.The sorceress Theoris of Athens
seems to have been the first witch to use charms. Demosthenes refers to both witchcraft and deception in discussing her. This witch was executed by the Athenians after an accomplice revealed to them the charms, etc., that she used to perform her miracles. Our Savior's statement that faith can move mountains particularly relates to the supposed powers of witchcraft, and the power of charms and amulets in warding off illness is well recognized.In our first paper, we mentioned
the trial of Rose Cullender and Amy Duny in Norwich for witchcraft; we now present the speech of Sir Thomas Browne, the renowned physician of that time (1664), to whom the case was referred due to insufficient proof, leading to their conviction. Sir Thomas Browne expressed his opinion that "the devil, in such cases, acted upon the bodies of men and women on a natural basis, that is, to stir up and intensify the humors that were excessively present in their bodies, thereby afflicting them in extraordinary ways with ailments their bodies were most prone to, as particularly demonstrated in the children of Dorothy Dunent, (one of the indictments against the prisoners being for their bewitchment); for he believed these fainting spells were natural and nothing more than what they call the mother, but only heightened to a great degree by the subtlety of the devil working alongside the malice of those we refer to as witches, at whose behest he commits these evil acts."

The ceremony of initiation to the dreadful vocation and great powers of witchcraft was attended with considerable form and mystery:—

The initiation ceremony into the terrifying profession and significant abilities of witchcraft was filled with considerable formality and mystery:—

----They call me hag and witch.
What is the name? When, and by what art learned?
With what spell, what charm or invocation,
May the thing call'd _familiar_ be purchas'd?

The older and more ugly the performer in these appalling ceremonies, the better. Some witches seem to have had the devil quite at their beck; but his visits to most of them appear to have been "few and far between." The convention (remarks John Gaule, an old writer) for such a solemn initiation being proclaimed (by some herald imp) to some others of the confederation, on some great holy or Lord's day, they meet in some church, either before the consecrated bell hath tolled, or else very late, after all the services are past and over. "The party, in some vesture for that purpose, is presented by some confederate or familiar to the prince of devills, sitting now in a throne of infernall majesty, appearing in the form of a man, only labouring to hide his cloven foot. To whom, after bowing and homage done, a petition is presented to be received into his association and protection; and first, if the witch be outwardly Christian, baptism must be renounced, and the party must be re-baptised in the devill's name, and a new name is also imposed by him, and here must be godfathers too ... But above all he is very busie with his long nails, in scraping and scratching those places of the forehead where the signe of the crosse was made, or where the chrisme was laid. Instead of both which, he impresses or inures the mark of the beast (the devill's flesh brand) upon one or other part of the body. Further, the witch (for her part) vows, either by word of mouth, or peradventure by writing, (and that in her owne bloode,) to give both body and soul to the devill, to deny and defy God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost; but especially the blessed Virgin, convitiating her with one infamous nickname or other; to abhor the word and sacraments, but especially to spit at the saying of masse; to spurn at the crosse, and tread saints' images under feet; and as much as possibly they may, to profane all saints' reliques, holy water, consecrated salt, wax, &c.; to be sure to fast on Sundays, and eat flesh on Fridays; not to confess their sins, whatsoever they do, especially to a priest; to separate from the Catholic church, and despise his vicar's primacy; to attend the devill's nocturnal conventicles, sabbaths, and sacrifices; to take him for their god, worship, invoke, and obey him; to devote their children to him, and to labour all that they may to bring others into the same confederacy. Then the devill, for his part, promises to be always present with them, to serve them at their beck; that they shall have their wills upon any body; that they shall have what riches, honours, and pleasures they can imagine; and if any be so wary as to think of their future being, he tells them they shall be princes ruling in the aire, or shall be but turned into impes at worst. Then he preaches to them to be mindful of their covenant, and not to fail to revenge themselves upon their enemies, Then, he commends to them (for this purpose) an imp, or familiar in the shape of a cat, &c. After this they shake hands, embrace in arms, dance, feast, and banquet, according as the devill hath provided in imitation of the supper. Nay, ofttimes he marries them ere they part, either to himselfe, or to their familiar, or to one another, and that by the Book of Common Prayer, as a pretender to witch-finding told me, in the presence of many." After this they part, and a general meeting is held thrice a year, on some holy day; they are "conveyed to it as swift as the winds from the remotest parts of the earth, where they that have done the most execrable mischiefe, and can brag of it, make most merry with the devill;" while the "indiligent" are jeered and derided by the devil and the others. Non-attendance was severely punished by the culprits being beaten on the soles of the feet, whipped with iron rods, "pinched and sucked by their familiars till their heart's blood come—till they repent them of their sloth, &c."

The older and uglier the performer in these horrifying ceremonies, the better. Some witches seem to have had the devil completely under their control, but his visits to most of them seem to have been rare. The tradition (as John Gaule, an old writer notes) for such a solemn initiation is announced (by some herald) to others in the group, on some significant holy or Lord's day. They gather in a church, either before the consecrated bell has tolled or very late, after all the services are over. "The person, dressed for the occasion, is presented by a fellow member to the prince of devils, who sits in an infernal throne, appearing in the form of a man, but making an effort to hide his cloven foot. After bowing and showing respect, a request is made to join his association and gain his protection; and first, if the witch claims to be Christian, she must renounce her baptism, and be re-baptized in the devil's name. A new name is given to her, and there must also be godfathers... But above all, he is very busy with his long nails, scraping and scratching the spots on her forehead where the sign of the cross was made or where the chrism was placed. Instead of both, he brands her with the mark of the beast (the devil's flesh brand) on some part of her body. Furthermore, the witch (for her part) vows, either verbally or perhaps in writing (and in her own blood), to give both body and soul to the devil, to deny and defy God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; especially the blessed Virgin, insulting her with some disgraceful nickname; to reject the word and sacraments, especially to spit at the mass; to kick at the cross, and trample the images of saints underfoot; and as much as possible, to desecrate all saints' relics, holy water, consecrated salt, wax, etc.; to be sure to fast on Sundays and eat meat on Fridays; to avoid confessing their sins, especially to a priest; to separate from the Catholic church, and disregard his vicar's authority; to attend the devil's nighttime meetings, sabbaths, and sacrifices; to take him as their god, worship, invoke, and obey him; to dedicate their children to him, and to work hard to recruit others into the same group. Then the devil, for his part, promises to always be present with them, to serve them at their request; that they will have their desires fulfilled on anyone; that they will receive any riches, honors, and pleasures they can imagine; and if anyone is smart enough to think about their future, he tells them they will become princes ruling in the air, or at worst, turn into imps. Then he reminds them to remember their pact and not to hesitate to get revenge on their enemies. He also assigns them (for this purpose) an imp or familiar in the shape of a cat, etc. After this, they shake hands, embrace, dance, feast, and celebrate, according to what the devil has provided as an imitation of the Last Supper. Often, he marries them before they leave, either to himself, to their familiar, or to each other, using the Book of Common Prayer, as a supposed witch-finder told me in front of many witnesses." After this, they disperse, and a general meeting is held three times a year on some holy day; they are "brought to it as swiftly as the winds from the farthest parts of the earth, where those who have committed the most horrendous misdeeds, and can boast of it, celebrate with the devil," while the "lazy" are mocked and ridiculed by the devil and the others. Not attending was severely punished, with offenders being beaten on the soles of their feet, whipped with iron rods, "pinched and sucked by their familiars until their heart's blood comes—until they repent of their laziness, etc."

Many regulations were, however, to be observed after the above initiatory ceremony, which we have given at length in consequence of its singularity. There existed a community or commonwealth, of "fallen angels" or spirits, with the various titles of kings, dukes, &c., prelates and knights, of which the head was Baal, "who, when he was conjured up, appeared with three heads, one like a man, one like a toad, and one like a cat." The title of king conferred no extra power; indeed, Agares, "the first duke, came in the likeness of a faire old man, riding upon a crocodile, and carrying a hawk on his fist"—Marbas, who appeared in the form of a "mightie lion"—Amon, "a great and mightie marques, who came abroad in the likeness of a wolf, having a serpent's taile, and breathing out and spitting flames of fire," and was one of the "best and kindest of devills," with sixty-five more of these master-spirits, enumerated in Scot, "appeared to be entirely and exclusively appropriated to the service of witches," were alike possessed of nearly similar power, and had many hundreds of legions of devils (each legion 6,666 in number) at their command.

Many rules needed to be followed after the initiation ceremony, which we detailed extensively because of its uniqueness. There was a community or commonwealth of "fallen angels" or spirits, with various titles like kings, dukes, etc., prelates, and knights, led by Baal, "who, when summoned, appeared with three heads: one like a man, one like a toad, and one like a cat." The title of king brought no additional power; indeed, Agares, "the first duke, appeared as a fair old man, riding a crocodile, and holding a hawk on his fist"—Marbas, who showed up as a "mighty lion"—Amon, "a great and mighty marquis, who appeared in the form of a wolf, with a serpent's tail, breathing out and spitting flames of fire," and was considered one of the "best and kindest of devils," along with sixty-five more of these major spirits, mentioned in Scot, "appeared to be entirely and exclusively dedicated to the service of witches," all possessed nearly the same power and commanded many hundreds of legions of devils (with each legion consisting of 6,666 individuals).

There were stated times for each rank of devils to be called on, for they aught not to be invoked "rashly or at all seasons;" and the following extracts from Reginald Scot are fully explanatory of the formalities to be observed on these occasions:—

There were specific times for each rank of demons to be summoned, as they shouldn't be called upon "recklessly or at any time;" and the following quotes from Reginald Scot clearly explain the formalities to be followed in these situations:—

"The houres wherein the principal devills may be raised.—A king may be raised from the third houre till noone, and from the ninth hour till evening. Dukes may be raised from the first hour till noon, and clear weather is to be observed. Marquesses may be raised from the ninth hour till compline, and from compline till the end of day. Countes, or earles, may be raised at any hour of the day, so it be in the woodes or fieldes, where men resort not. Prelates likewise may be raised at any houre of the day. A president may not be raised at any hour of the day, except the king, whom he obeyeth, be invocated; nor at the shutting in of the evening. Knights from day-dawning till sun-rising, or from even-song till sun-set.

"The hours when the main devils can be summoned.—A king can be summoned from the third hour until noon, and from the ninth hour until evening. Dukes can be summoned from the first hour until noon, and clear weather should be observed. Marquesses can be summoned from the ninth hour until compline, and from compline until the end of the day. Counts, or earls, can be summoned at any hour of the day, as long as it’s in the woods or fields, where people do not gather. Prelates can also be summoned at any hour of the day. A president cannot be summoned at any hour of the day unless the king, whom he serves, is invoked; nor can he be summoned at dusk. Knights can be summoned from dawn until sunrise, or from evening prayer until sunset."

"The forme of adjuring and citing the spirits aforesaid to appeare.—When you will have any spirit, you must knowe his name and office; you must also fast and be cleane from all pollution three or foure days before; so will the spirit be more obedient unto you. Then make a circle, and call up the spirit with great intention, rehearse in your owne name, and your companion's, (for one must alwaies be with you,) this prayer following; and so no spirit shall annoy you, and your purpose shall take effect. And note how thw prayer agreeth with popish charmes and conjurations."

"The method of calling and summoning the spirits mentioned.—When you want to summon a spirit, you need to know its name and role; you should also fast and keep yourself free from any impurities for three or four days beforehand; this will make the spirit more compliant. Then create a circle and call upon the spirit with strong intent, reciting the following prayer in your name and your companion's name (since you should always have someone with you); this way, no spirit will disturb you, and your intention will come to fruition. Also, note how this prayer aligns with Catholic charms and conjurations."

The prayer alluded to (see Scot's Discovery, b. 15, c. 2) is of the most diabolical and blasphemous nature. A contemporary writer observes, that there is not the least doubt but that the witches of the olden time observed all the formalities of these ridiculous and disgusting ceremonies to the very letter. In later times, however, though the formalities were quite simple, yet the hag of the sixteenth century exercised her vocation with all its ancient potency.

The prayer mentioned (see Scot's Discovery, b. 15, c. 2) is extremely evil and disrespectful. A modern writer notes that there is no doubt that the witches from the past followed all the rules of these absurd and gross rituals exactly. However, in later times, even though the rituals were much simpler, the witch of the sixteenth century practiced her craft with all its traditional power.

The broomstick has been the theme of many a story connected with this subject:—

The broomstick has been the focus of many stories related to this topic:—

As men in sleep, though motionless they lie,
Like men asleep, even though they lie still,

Fledged by a dream, believe they mount and fly;
Inspired by a dream, they believe they can soar and take flight;

So witches some enchanted wand bestride
So witches ride upon some enchanted wand

And think they through the airy regions ride.
And imagine they ride through the sky.

But the reason of its possessing such extensive powers of locomotion, or rather aërostation, is not generally understood. The witches either steal or dig dead children out of their graves, which are then seethed in a cauldron, and the ointment and liquid so produced, enables them, "observing certain ceremonies, to immediately become a master, or rather a mistresse, in the practise or faculty" of flying in the air:—

But the reason it has such great powers of movement, or rather flying, isn't widely understood. The witches either steal or dig up dead children from their graves, which are then boiled in a cauldron. The ointment and liquid produced from this allow them, by following certain rituals, to instantly become a master, or rather a mistress, in the art of flying in the air:—

High in, air, amid the rising storm
High in the air, in the midst of the rising storm

----wrapt in midnight
wrapped in midnight

Her doubtful form appears and fades!
Her uncertain shape appears and disappears!

Her spirits are abroad! they do her bidding!
Her spirits are out there! They do as she wishes!

Hark to that shriek!
Listen to that scream!

In addition to the above, they possessed another very useful faculty, for the transfer of the patent of which, I doubt not scores of adventurers would have given a tolerable consideration. It is briefly that of "sailing in an egg-shell, a cockle, or a muscle-shell, through and under the tempestuous seas."

In addition to what was mentioned earlier, they had another really useful ability that I'm sure many explorers would have paid a decent amount for. It's simply the ability to "sail in an egg-shell, a cockle, or a muscle-shell, through and under the stormy seas."

From the length to which this article has extended, I must reserve an account of witch-finders, charms, dreams, and confessions, &c. for the next and concluding paper. VYVYAN.

From the length this article has reached, I need to save the discussion on witch-finders, charms, dreams, and confessions, etc., for the next and final paper. VYVYAN.


Spirit of Discovery.

Adventure Awaits.



Paper from Straw.

Straw Paper.


At a recent meeting of the Royal Institution, there were exhibited some specimens of paper manufactured from straw, by a new process.

At a recent meeting of the Royal Institution, there were some examples of paper made from straw using a new method.


Hardening Steel.

Strengthening Steel.


From the observation of travellers, that the manufacture of Damascus blades was carried on only during the time when the north winds occurred, M. Anozoff made experiments on the hardening of steel instruments, by putting them, when heated, into a powerful current of air, instead of quenching them in water. From the experiments already made, he expects ultimate success. He finds that, for very sharp-edged instruments, this method is much better than the ordinary one; that the colder the air and the more rapid its stream, the greater is the effect. The effect varies with the thickness of the mass to be hardened. The method succeeds well with case-hardened goods.— From the French.

Based on the observations of travelers that Damascus blade production only happened during north winds, M. Anozoff conducted experiments on hardening steel tools by placing them in a strong air current while heated, instead of cooling them in water. From his previous experiments, he anticipates achieving success. He discovers that, for very sharp instruments, this technique is significantly better than the traditional method; the colder the air and the faster the airflow, the more effective it is. The effectiveness varies with the thickness of the item being hardened. The method works well with case-hardened items.— From the French.

Detection of Blood.

Blood Detection.

A controversy has recently taken place in Paris, relative to the efficacy of certain chemical means of ascertaining whether dried spots or stains of matter suspected to be blood, are or were blood, or not. M. Orfila gives various chemical characters of blood under such circumstances, which he thinks sufficient to enable an accurate discrimination. This opinion is opposed by M. Raspail, who states, that all the indications supposed to belong to true blood, may be obtained from, linen rags, dipped, not into blood, but into a mixture of white of egg and infusion of madder, and that, therefore, the indications are injurious rather than useful.

A controversy has recently unfolded in Paris regarding the effectiveness of certain chemical methods to determine if dried spots or stains thought to be blood actually are blood. M. Orfila presents various chemical characteristics of blood in these situations, which he believes are enough for accurate differentiation. However, this view is challenged by M. Raspail, who claims that all the signs typically associated with real blood can be produced by linen rags soaked not in blood, but in a mixture of egg white and madder extract, suggesting that these signs can be more harmful than helpful.


Cedars of Lebanon.

Cedars of Lebanon.


Mr. Wolff, the missionary, counted on Mount Lebanus, thirteen large and ancient cedars, besides the numerous small ones, in the whole 387 trees. The largest of these trees was about 15 feet high, not one-third of the height of hundreds of English cedars; for instance, those at Whitton, Pain's Hill, Caenwood, and Juniper Hall, near Dorking.

Mr. Wolff, the missionary, counted 13 large and ancient cedars on Mount Lebanon, along with many smaller ones, totaling 387 trees. The tallest of these trees was around 15 feet high, which is less than a third the height of hundreds of English cedars; for example, those found at Whitton, Pain's Hill, Caenwood, and Juniper Hall, near Dorking.

Leeches.

Leeches.

In the Medical Repository, a case is quoted, where some leeches, which had been employed first on a syphylitic patient and afterwards on an infant, communicated the disease to the latter.

In the Medical Repository, a case is mentioned where some leeches, which were initially used on a syphilitic patient and later on an infant, transmitted the disease to the latter.

Stinging Flies.

Stinging Flies.

There is a fly which exteriorly much resembles the house-fly, and which is often very troublesome about this time; this is called the stinging fly, one of the greatest plagues to cattle, as well as to persons wearing thin stockings.

There’s a fly that looks a lot like a housefly and can be really annoying around this time; it’s called the stinging fly and is one of the biggest nuisances for cattle and for people wearing thin stockings.

Mont Blanc.

Mont Blanc

The height of Mont Blanc and of the Lake of Geneva has lately been carefully ascertained by M. Roger, an officer of engineers in the service of the Swiss Confederation. The summit of the mountain appears to be 4,435 metres, or 14,542 English feet above the Lake of Geneva, and the surface of the Lake 367 metres, or 1,233 English feet above the sea. The mountain is, therefore, 15,775 feet above the level of the sea.

The height of Mont Blanc and Lake Geneva has recently been accurately measured by M. Roger, an engineering officer for the Swiss Confederation. The peak of the mountain is about 4,435 meters, or 14,542 feet, above Lake Geneva, and the surface of the lake is 367 meters, or 1,233 feet, above sea level. Therefore, the mountain is 15,775 feet above sea level.

Bird Catching.

Birding.

The golden-crested wren may be taken by striking the bough upon which it is sitting, sharply, with a stone or stick. The timid bird immediately drops to the ground, and generally dead. As their skins are tender, those who want them for stuffing will find this preferable to using the gun.—Mag. Nat. Hist.

The golden-crested wren can be caught by hitting the branch where it’s perched sharply with a stone or stick. The frightened bird usually falls to the ground, typically dead. Since their skins are delicate, those looking to acquire them for taxidermy will find this method better than using a gun.—Mag. Nat. Hist.

Shower of Herrings in Ross-shire.

Herring Shower in Ross-shire.

In April last, as Major Forbes, of Fodderty, in Strathpfeffer, was traversing a field on his farm, he found a considerable portion of the ground covered with herring fry, of from three to four inches in length. The fish were fresh and entire, and had no appearance of being dropped by birds—a medium by which they must have been bruised and mutilated. The only rational conjecture that can be formed of the circumstance is, that the fish were transported thither in a water-spout—a phenomenon that has before occurred in the same county. The Firth of Dengwall lies at a distance of three miles from the place in question; but no obstruction occurs between the field and the sea, the whole is a level strath or plain, and water spouts have been known to travel even farther than this.—Inverness Courier.

In April last year, Major Forbes of Fodderty in Strathpfeffer was walking through a field on his farm when he discovered a large area covered with herring fry, each around three to four inches long. The fish were fresh and intact, showing no signs of having been dropped by birds—an event that would typically leave them bruised and damaged. The only reasonable explanation for this occurrence is that the fish were brought there by a waterspout—a phenomenon that has happened in this county before. The Firth of Dengwall is about three miles away from the field, but there's nothing blocking the path from the sea; it’s all flat land, and waterspouts have been known to reach even further than this.—Inverness Courier.

Spanish Asses.

Spanish Donkeys.

The Duke of Buckingham has, at his seat at Avington, a team of Spanish asses, resembling the zebra in appearance, which are extremely tractable, and take more freely to the collar than any of our native species.

The Duke of Buckingham has, at his place in Avington, a group of Spanish donkeys that look like zebras. They're very well-behaved and adapt to wearing collars much better than any of our local breeds.

Drawing Instrument.

Drawing Tool.

An ingenious invention of this description was recently exhibited at the Royal Institution. A pencil and a small bead are so connected together by means of a thread passing over pullies, that if a person, looking through an eye-piece, will hold the pencil upon a sheet of paper, and then, watching the bead, will move his hand, so that the bead shall trace the lines of any object that is selected or looked at, he will find that, whilst he has been doing this, he has also made a drawing of the subject upon the paper; for the pencil and the bead describe exactly the same lines, though upon different planes. Thus, a drawing is made, without even looking at the paper, but solely at the object.

An amazing invention like this was recently shown at the Royal Institution. A pencil and a small bead are connected by a thread that runs over pulleys. If someone, looking through an eyepiece, holds the pencil on a piece of paper while moving their hand to track the bead, which follows the outlines of any chosen object, they will discover that they have also created a drawing of the subject on the paper. The pencil and the bead trace the same lines, even though they’re on different levels. Therefore, a drawing is created without even glancing at the paper, focusing only on the object.

White Cats.

White Cats.

In a recent number we quoted from Loudon's Gardener's Magazine, that "white cats with blue eyes are always deaf," of which extraordinary fact there is the following confirmation in the _Magazine of Natural History_, No. 2, likewise conducted by Mr. Loudon:—"Some years ago a white cat of the Persian kind (probably not a thorough-bred one) procured from Lord Dudley's at Hindley, was kept in my family as a favourite. The animal was a female, quite white, and perfectly deaf. She produced, at various times, many litters of kittens, of which, generally, some were quite white, others more or less mottled, tabby, &c. But the extraordinary circumstance is, that of the offspring produced at one and the same birth, such as, like the mother, were entirely white, were, like her, invariably deaf; while those that had the least speck of colour on their fur, as invariably possessed the usual faculty of hearing—" W. T. Bree, Allersley Rectory, near Coventry.

In a recent issue, we quoted from Loudon's Gardener's Magazine, stating that "white cats with blue eyes are usually deaf," which is backed up by the following confirmation in the _Magazine of Natural History_, No. 2, also edited by Mr. Loudon:—"Some years ago, a white Persian cat (probably not a purebred) was obtained from Lord Dudley's at Hindley and became a beloved pet in my family. The cat was female, completely white, and totally deaf. Over time, she had many litters of kittens, some of which were all white, while others were mottled, tabby, etc. The remarkable thing is that among the kittens born at the same time, those that were entirely white, like their mother, were always deaf; while those that had even the slightest hint of color in their fur consistently had normal hearing—" W. T. Bree, Allersley Rectory, near Coventry.

Ultramarine.

Ultramarine.

A French journal announces a discovery of the method of making Ultramarine, by which means the public are supplied with the article at one guinea per ounce, the colour having hitherto been sold from two guineas to two pounds ten shillings per ounce.

A French journal announces the discovery of a method to make Ultramarine, allowing the public to buy it for one guinea per ounce. Previously, the color was sold for prices ranging from two guineas to two pounds ten shillings per ounce.

Indication of Storms.

Storm Warning.

Professor Scott, of Sandhurst College, observed in Shetland, that drinking-glasses placed in an inverted position upon a shelf in a cupboard, on the ground floor of Belmont House, occasionally emitted sounds as if they were tapped with a knife, or raised up a little, and then let fall on the shelf. These sounds preceded wind, and when they occurred, boats and vessels were immediately secured. The strength of the sound is said to be proportional to the tempest that follows.—Brewster's Jour.

Professor Scott from Sandhurst College noted in Shetland that drinking glasses turned upside down on a shelf in a cupboard on the ground floor of Belmont House sometimes made sounds like they were tapped with a knife or lifted slightly and then dropped back onto the shelf. These sounds preceded windy weather, and when they happened, boats and vessels were quickly secured. The intensity of the sound is said to relate to the severity of the upcoming storm.—Brewster's Jour.

To preserve Wine in draught.

To preserve draft wine.

M. Imery, of Toulouse, gives the following simple means of preserving wine in draught for a considerable time; it is sufficient to pour into the cask a flask of fine olive oil. The wine may thus continue in draught for more than a year. The oil spread in a thin layer upon the surface of the wine, hinders the evaporation of its alcoholic part, and prevents it from combining with the atmospheric air, which would not only turn the wine sour, but change its constituent parts.

M. Imery from Toulouse shares a simple way to keep wine on tap for a long time: just pour a flask of good olive oil into the cask. This method can keep the wine fresh for over a year. The oil forms a thin layer on top of the wine, which stops its alcohol from evaporating and keeps it from mixing with the air. If the wine were to come into contact with air, it would not only go bad but also alter its composition.

Union of the Atlantic and Pacific.

Union of the Atlantic and Pacific.

A letter from Amsterdam states, that the project of cutting a canal, to unite the Gulf of Mexico with the Pacific Ocean, is about to be revived.

A letter from Amsterdam says that the plan to dig a canal connecting the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean is about to be restarted.

Vesuvius.

Vesuvius.

An eruption took place on the morning of last March 22nd. An eye-witness writes "the cone of the mountain puts you in mind of an immense piece of artillery, firing red-hot stones, and ashes, and smoke into the atmosphere; or, of a huge animal in pain, groaning;, crying, and vomiting; or, like an immense whale in the arctic circle, blowing after it has been struck with several harpoons."

An eruption happened on the morning of March 22nd last year. A witness writes, "the peak of the mountain reminds you of a massive piece of artillery, shooting red-hot stones, ashes, and smoke into the air; or, like a huge animal in pain, moaning, crying, and throwing up; or, like a gigantic whale in the Arctic Circle, blowing out air after being hit with several harpoons."

Bees in Mourning.

Bees in Mourning.

A correspondent in Loudon's Magazine of Natural History, states that in the neighbourhood of Coventry, there is a superstitious belief, that in the event of the death of any of the family, it is necessary to inform the bees of the circumstance, otherwise they will desert the hive, and seek out other quarters.

A writer in Loudon's Magazine of Natural History says that near Coventry, there’s a superstitious belief that if a family member dies, it’s important to tell the bees about it; otherwise, they will leave the hive and find a new home.

Rare Insects.

Uncommon Insects.

There exists in Livonia, a very rare insect, which is not met with in more northern countries, and whose existence was for a long time considered doubtful, called the Furia Infernalis. It is so small that it is very difficult to distinguish it by the naked eye; and its sting produces a swelling, which, unless a proper remedy be applied, proves mortal.

There is a very rare insect found in Livonia that isn't seen in more northern countries, and for a long time, its existence was thought to be questionable. It's called the Furia Infernalis. It's so tiny that it's really hard to see with the naked eye, and its sting causes a swelling that can be deadly if the right treatment isn't used.

During the hay harvest, other insects named Meggar, occasion great injury both to men and beasts. They are of the size of a grain of sand. At sunset they appear in great numbers, descend in a perpendicular line, pierce the strongest linen, and cause an itching, and pustules, which if scratched, become dangerous. Cattle, which breathe these insects, are attacked with swellings in the throat, which destroy them, unless promptly relieved.

During the hay harvest, other insects called Meggar cause significant harm to both people and animals. They are about the size of a grain of sand. At sunset, they show up in large numbers, drop straight down, penetrate the strongest fabric, and cause itching and pustules that can become dangerous if scratched. Livestock that breathe in these insects develop swelling in their throats, which can be fatal unless treated quickly.


SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS


MEN AND MONKEYS.

GUYS AND MONKEYS.

Monkeys are certainly, there is no denying it, very like men; and, what is worse, men are still more like monkeys. Many worthy people, who have a high respect for what they choose to call the Dignity of Human Nature, are much distressed by this similitude, approaching in many cases to absolute identity; and some of them have written books of considerable erudition and ingenuity, to prove that a man is not a monkey; nay, not so much as even an ape; but truth compels us to confess, that their speculations have been far from carrying conviction to our minds. All such inquirers, from Aristotle to Smellie, principally insist on two great leading distinctions—speech and reason. But it is obvious to the meanest capacity, that monkeys have both speech and reason. They have a language of their own, which, though not so capacious as the Greek, is much more so than the Hottentottish; and as for reason, no man of a truly philosophical genius ever saw a monkey crack a nut, without perceiving that the creature possesses that endowment, or faculty, in no small perfection. Their speech, indeed, is said not to be articulate; but it is audibly more so than the Gaelic. The words unquestionably do run into each other, in a way that, to our ears, renders it rather unintelligible; but it is contrary to all the rules of sound philosophizing, to confuse the obtuseness of our own senses with the want of any faculty in others; and they have just as good a right to maintain, and to complain of, our inarticulate mode of speaking, as we have of theirs—indeed much more—for monkeys speak the same, or nearly the same, language all over the habitable globe, whereas men, ever since the Tower of Babel, have kept chattering, muttering, humming, and hawing, in divers ways and sundry manners, so that one nation is unable to comprehend what another would be at, and the earth groans in vain with vocabularies and dictionaries. That monkeys and men are one and the same animal, we shall not take upon ourselves absolutely to assert, for the truth is, we, for one or two, know nothing whatever about the matter; all we mean to say is, that nobody has yet proved that they are not, and farther, that whatever may be the case with men, monkeys have reason and speech.

Monkeys are definitely, there's no denying it, very much like humans; and, what’s worse, humans are even more like monkeys. Many respected individuals, who have a high regard for what they call the Dignity of Human Nature, are quite troubled by this similarity, which in many instances borders on complete identity; some of them have even written knowledgeable and clever books to argue that a man is not a monkey; not even an ape; but the truth compels us to admit that their arguments haven't convinced us. All such researchers, from Aristotle to Smellie, mostly focus on two main differences—speech and reason. But it's clear to anyone that monkeys possess both speech and reason. They have their own language, which, although not as extensive as Greek, is far more developed than Hottentot; and when it comes to reason, no true philosophical mind has ever watched a monkey crack a nut without realizing that the animal has that ability in no small measure. Their speech is said not to be articulate; however, it's definitely more so than Gaelic. The words certainly blend together in a way that makes it quite unintelligible to our ears, but it goes against all principles of sound reasoning to confuse our own limitations with a lack of ability in others; they have just as much right to claim and complain about our inarticulate speech as we do about theirs—actually, more so—because monkeys speak the same, or very similar, language all over the world, while humans, ever since the Tower of Babel, have kept talking, muttering, humming, and hesitating in various ways, making it so that one nation can't understand another, and the earth groans in vain with endless vocabularies and dictionaries. We won’t claim outright that monkeys and humans are the same species, because the truth is, we, like one or two others, know nothing about that; all we're saying is that no one has yet proven they aren't, and furthermore, regardless of what might be true about humans, monkeys definitely have reason and speech.

The monkey has not had justice done him, we repeat and insist upon it; for what right have you to judge of a whole people, from a few isolated individuals,—and from a few isolated individuals, too, running up poles with a chain round their waist, twenty times the length of their own tail, or grinning in ones or twos through the bars of a cage in a menagerie? His eyes are red with perpetual weeping—and his smile is sardonic in captivity. His fur is mouldy and mangy, and he is manifestly ashamed of his tail, prehensile no more—and of his paws, "very hands, as you may say," miserable matches to his miserable feet. To know him as he is, you must go to Senegal; or if that be too far off for a trip during the summer vacation, to the Rock of Gebir, now called Gibraltar, and see him at his gambols among the cliffs. Sailor nor slater would have a chance with him there, standing on his head on a ledge of six inches, five hundred feet above the level of the sea, without ever so much as once tumbling down; or hanging at the same height from a bush by the tail, to dry, or air, or sun himself, as if he were flower or fruit. There he is, a monkey indeed; but you catch him young, clap a pair of breeches on him, and an old red jacket, and oblige him to dance a saraband on the stones of a street, or perch upon the shoulder of Bruin, equally out of his natural element, which is a cave among the woods. Here he is but the ape of a monkey. Now if we were to catch you young, good subscriber or contributor, yourself, and put you into a cage to crack nuts and pull ugly faces, although you might, from continued practice, do both to perfection, at a shilling a-head for grown-up ladies and gentlemen, and sixpence for children and servants, and even at a lower rate after the collection had been some weeks in town, would you not think it exceedingly hard to be judged of in that one of your predicaments, not only individually, but nationally—that is, not only as Ben Hoppus, your own name, but as John Bull, the name of the people of which you are an incarcerated specimen? You would keep incessantly crying out against this with angry vociferation, as a most unwarrantable and unjust Test and Corporation Act. And, no doubt, were an Ourang-outang to see you in such a situation, he would not only form a most mean opinion of you as an individual, but go away with a most false impression of the whole human race. Blackwood's Magazine.

The monkey hasn’t received justice, and we insist on that; what right do you have to judge an entire species based on a few isolated cases—especially when those cases involve individuals climbing poles with a chain around their waist, twenty times the length of their tail, or grinning alone or in pairs through the bars of a zoo cage? His eyes are red from crying constantly, and his smile is sarcastic in captivity. His fur is moldy and scruffy, and he clearly feels embarrassed about his tail, which can no longer grasp things, and his paws, “very much like hands,” are sad comparisons to his pathetic feet. To really understand him, you need to go to Senegal; or if that’s too far for a summer trip, visit the Rock of Gebir, now called Gibraltar, and watch him play around the cliffs. Neither sailors nor roofers would stand a chance against him there, balancing on his head on a six-inch ledge, five hundred feet above sea level, without ever falling; or hanging from a bush by his tail at the same height, drying off or sunbathing like he’s some sort of flower or fruit. There, he truly is a monkey; but if you catch him young, dress him in trousers and an old red jacket, and force him to dance for passersby on the street, or sit on the shoulder of Bruin, who’s equally out of place, then he’s just a poor imitation of a monkey. Now, if we were to catch you young, dear subscriber or contributor, and put you in a cage to crack nuts and make ugly faces, even if you got really good at it, charging a shilling for adults and sixpence for kids and staff, and even less after the collection has been in town for a few weeks, wouldn’t you think it incredibly unfair to be judged based on that situation, not just as an individual, but as a representative of your entire nationality—not just as Ben Hoppus, your own name, but as John Bull, the name of the collective people of which you’re a captive example? You’d be constantly shouting against this with outrage, calling it a grossly unfair and unjust Test and Corporation Act. And indeed, if an orangutan were to see you in such a scenario, he wouldn’t just think poorly of you as an individual, but would leave with a completely false impression of the whole human race. Blackwood's Magazine.


SONNET WRITTEN IN THE SPRING.

SPRING SONNET.

How heavenly o'er my frame steals the life-breath
Of beautiful Spring! who with her amorous gales
Kissing the violets, each stray sweet exhales
Of May-thorn, and the wild flower on the heath.
I love thee, virgin daughter of the year!
Yet, ah! not cups,—dyed like the dawn, impart
Their elves' dew-nectar to a fainting heart!—
Ye birds! whose liquid warblings far and near
Make music to the green turf-board of swains;
To me, your light lays tell of April joy,—
Of pleasures—idle, as a long-loved toy;
And while my heart in unison complains,
Tears like of balm-tree flow in trickling wave,
And white forms strew with flowers a maid's untimely grave!
New Monthly Mag.

How heavenly the life-breath of beautiful Spring fills my being!
She comes with her loving breezes,
Kissing the violets, each stray sweet scent
From hawthorn and the wildflower on the heath.
I love you, pure daughter of the year!
Yet, alas! those cups—dyed like the dawn—cannot
Bring their fairy dew to a fainting heart!—
O birds! whose sweet songs echo far and wide,
Creating music over the green grass for the shepherds;
To me, your gentle tunes speak of April joy,—
Of pleasures—idle, like a beloved toy;
And while my heart aches in harmony,
Tears like balm flow in a trickling stream,
And pale figures scatter flowers on a maiden's early grave!
New Monthly Mag.


THE KING OF ARRAGON'S LAMENT FOR HIS BROTHER.[1]

"If I could see him, it were well with me!"
Coleridge's Wallenstein.

"If I could see him, that would be great for me!"
Coleridge's Wallenstein.

> There were lights and sounds of revelling in the vanquished city's halls,
As by night the feast of victory was held within its walls;
And the conquerors filled the wine-cup high, after years of bright blood shed:
But their Lord, the King of Arragon, 'midst the triumph, wailed the dead.

He looked down from the fortress won, on the tents and towers below,
The moon-lit sea, the torch-lit streets—and a gloom came o'er his brow:
The voice of thousands floated up, with the horn and cymbals' tone;
But his heart, 'midst that proud music, felt more utterly alone.
And he cried, "Thou art mine, fair city! thou city of the sea!
But, oh! what portion of delight is mine at last in thee?
—I am lonely 'midst thy palaces, while the glad waves past them roll,
And the soft breath of thine orange-bowers is mournful to my soul.

"My brother! oh! my brother! thou art gone, the true and brave,
And the haughty joy of victory hath died upon thy grave:
There are many round my throne to stand, and to march where I lead on;
There was one to love me in the world—my brother! thou art gone!

"In the desert, in the battle, in the ocean-tempest's wrath,
We stood together, side by side; one hope was our's—one path:
Thou hast wrapt me in thy soldier's cloak, thou hast fenced me with thy breast;
Thou hast watched beside my couch of pain—oh! bravest heart, and best!

"I see the festive lights around—o'er a dull sad world they shine;
I hear the voice of victory—my Pedro where is thine?
The only voice in whose kind tone my spirit found reply—
Oh! brother! I have bought too dear this hollow pageantry!

"I have hosts, and gallant fleets, to spread my glory and my sway,
And chiefs to lead them fearlessly—my _friend_ hath passed away!
For the kindly look, the word of cheer, my heart may thirst in vain,
And the face that was as light to mine—it cannot come again!

"I have made thy blood, thy faithful blood, the offering for a crown;
With love, which earth bestows not twice, I have purchased cold renown:
How often will my weary heart 'midst the sounds of triumph die,
When I think of thee, my brother! thou flower of chivalry!

"I am lonely—I am lonely! this rest is ev'n as death!
Let me hear again the ringing spears, and the battle-trumpet's breath;
Let me see the fiery charger's foam, and the royal banner wave—
But where art thou, my brother?—where?—in thy low and early grave!"

And louder swelled the songs of joy through that victorious night,
And faster flowed the red wine forth, by the stars and torches light;
But low and deep, amidst the mirth, was heard the conqueror's moan—
"My brother! oh! my brother! best and bravest! thou art gone!"

> There were lights and sounds of celebration in the conquered city's halls,
As the night of victory was celebrated within its walls;
And the victors filled the wine glasses high, after years of spilled blood:
But their Lord, the King of Aragon, amidst the triumph, mourned the dead.

He looked down from the captured fortress, at the tents and towers below,
The moonlit sea, the torch-lit streets—and a shadow fell over his brow:
The voices of thousands rose up, with the sound of horns and cymbals;
But his heart, amidst that proud music, felt completely alone.
And he cried, "You are mine, beautiful city! you city of the sea!
But, oh! what joy can I truly find at last in thee?
—I am lonely among your palaces, while the happy waves roll by,
And the gentle breeze from your orange groves feels mournful to my soul.

"My brother! oh! my brother! you are gone, the true and brave,
And the arrogant joy of victory has faded upon your grave:
There are many to stand around my throne, and to march where I lead;
There was one who loved me in the world—my brother! you are gone!

"In the desert, in battle, in the fury of the ocean storm,
We stood together, side by side; one hope was ours—one path:
You wrapped me in your soldier's cloak, you protected me with your chest;
You watched beside my bed of pain—oh! bravest heart, and best!

"I see the festive lights all around—over a dull, sad world they shine;
I hear the voice of victory—my Pedro, where is yours?
The only voice in whose kind tone my spirit found response—
Oh! brother! I have paid too dearly for this empty display!

"I have armies and gallant fleets, to spread my glory and my reign,
And leaders to guide them fearlessly—my _friend_ has passed away!
For the kind look, the encouraging word, my heart may thirst in vain,
And the face that was a light to mine—it cannot return again!

"I have made your blood, your faithful blood, the sacrifice for a crown;
With love, which earth does not give twice, I have bought cold fame:
How often will my weary heart die amidst the sounds of triumph,
When I think of you, my brother! you bloom of chivalry!

"I am lonely—I am lonely! this peace feels just like death!
Let me hear again the clash of spears, and the battle trumpet's breath;
Let me see the fiery horse's foam, and the royal banner wave—
But where are you, my brother?—where?—in your low and early grave!"

And louder grew the songs of joy through that victorious night,
And faster flowed the red wine forth, under the stars and torchlight;
But low and deep, amidst the revelry, was heard the conqueror's moan—
"My brother! oh! my brother! best and bravest! you are gone!"

Mrs. Hemans.—Monthly Magazine.

Mrs. Hemans - Monthly Magazine.


A SUMMER TOUR.

A Summer Tour.

If called upon to propose any summer's journey for a young English traveller, (and it is a call often made with reference to continental tours,) we might reasonably suggest the coasts of Great Britain, as affording every kind of various interest, which can by possibility be desired. Such a scheme would include the ports and vast commercial establishments of Liverpool, Bristol, Greenock, Leith, Newcastle, and Hull; the great naval stations of Plymouth, Portsmouth, Chatham, and Milford; the magnificent estuaries of the Clyde and Forth, and of the Bristol Channel, not surpassed by any in Europe; the wild and romantic coasts of the Hebrides and Western Highlands; the bold shore of North Wales; the Menai, Conway, and Sunderland bridges; the gigantic works of the Caledonian Canal and Plymouth Breakwater; and numerous other objects, which it is beyond our purpose and power to enumerate. It cannot be surely too much to advise, that Englishmen, who have only slightly and partially seen these things, should subtract something from the length or frequency of their continental journeys, and give the time so gained to a survey of their own country's wonders of nature and art.

If asked to recommend a summer trip for a young English traveler, (and this is a request often made regarding trips to Europe,) we would sensibly suggest exploring the coasts of Great Britain, as they offer every type of interest that one could possibly want. This plan would include the ports and major commercial centers of Liverpool, Bristol, Greenock, Leith, Newcastle, and Hull; the significant naval bases of Plymouth, Portsmouth, Chatham, and Milford; the stunning estuaries of the Clyde and Forth, and of the Bristol Channel, which are unmatched by any in Europe; the wild and picturesque coasts of the Hebrides and Western Highlands; the striking shore of North Wales; the Menai, Conway, and Sunderland bridges; the impressive structures of the Caledonian Canal and Plymouth Breakwater; and many other attractions that we cannot fully list here. It is certainly a good idea to suggest that English people, who have only seen these sites superficially, should reduce the length or frequency of their trips to Europe and use that time to appreciate the amazing sights of their own country, both natural and artistic.

To the agriculturist, and to the lover of rural scenery, England offers much that is remarkable. The rich alluvial plains of continents may throw out a more profuse exuberance and succession of crops; but we doubt whether agriculture, as an art, has anywhere (except in Flanders and Tuscany alone) reached the same perfection as in the less fertile soils of the Lothians, Northumberland, and Norfolk. Still more peculiar is the rural scenery of England, in the various and beautiful landscape it affords—in the undulating surface—the greenness of the enclosures—the hamlets and country churches—and the farm houses and cottages dispersed over the face of the country, instead of being congregated into villages, as in France and Italy. We might select Devonshire, Somersetshire, Herefordshire, and others of the midland counties, as pre-eminent in this character of beauty, which, however, is too familiar to our daily observation to make it needful to expatiate upon it.

For farmers and fans of countryside views, England has a lot to offer that’s remarkable. The rich alluvial plains of other continents might produce a greater abundance and variety of crops, but we wonder if agriculture, as a craft, has reached the same level of excellence anywhere else (except maybe Flanders and Tuscany) as it has in the less fertile lands of the Lothians, Northumberland, and Norfolk. Even more unique is England's rural scenery, with its diverse and beautiful landscapes—the rolling hills, the greenery of the fields, the small villages and country churches, and the scattered farmhouses and cottages across the countryside, instead of being clustered into villages like in France and Italy. We could highlight Devon, Somerset, Herefordshire, and other midland counties as especially beautiful, but it’s so familiar to our everyday experience that it really doesn’t require much elaboration.

Nor will our limits allow us to dwell upon that bolder form of natural scenery which we possess in the Highlands of Scotland, in Wales, Cumberland, and Derbyshire, and which entitles us to speak of this island as rich in landscape of the higher class. In the scale of objects, it is true that no comparison can exist between the mountain scenery of Britain, and that of many parts of the continent of Europe. But it must be remembered, that magnitude is not essential to beauty; and that even sublimity is not always to be measured by yards and feet. A mountain may be loftier, or a lake longer and wider, without any gain to that picturesque effect, which mainly depends on form, combination, and colouring. Still we do not mean to claim in these points any sort of equality with the Alps, Apennines, or Pyrenees; or to do more than assert that, with the exception of these, the more magnificent memorials of nature's workings on the globe, our own country possesses as large a proportion of fine scenery as any part of the continent of Europe.—Q. Rev.

Nor will we be able to spend much time on the bolder natural scenery we have in the Highlands of Scotland, Wales, Cumberland, and Derbyshire, which allows us to call this island rich in high-quality landscapes. It’s true that when it comes to size, you can't compare British mountain scenery to that of many parts of mainland Europe. However, it’s important to remember that size isn't everything when it comes to beauty, and even greatness isn’t always measured in yards and feet. A mountain can be taller, or a lake longer and wider, without improving that picturesque quality, which mainly relies on shape, combination, and color. Still, we don't intend to claim any sort of equality in these areas with the Alps, Apennines, or Pyrenees; we just want to point out that, aside from these, our country has as much stunning scenery as any part of mainland Europe.—Q. Rev.


Notes of a Reader

Reader's Notes


HERODOTUS.

HERO-DOTUS.

Perhaps few persons are aware how often they imitate this great historian. Thus, says the Edinburgh Review, "Children and servants are remarkably Herodotean in their style of narration. They tell every thing dramatically. Their says hes and says shes are proverbial. Every person who has had to settle their disputes knows that, even when they have no intention to deceive, their reports of conversation always require to be carefully sifted. If an educated man were giving an account of the late change of administration, he would say, 'Lord Goderich resigned; and the king, in consequence, sent for the Duke of Wellington.' A porter tells the story as if he had been behind the curtains of the royal bed at Windsor: 'So Lord Goderich says, 'I cannot manage this business; I must go out.' So the king, says he, 'Well, then, I must send for the Duke of Wellington—that's all.' This is in the very manner of the father of history."

Perhaps few people realize how often they mimic this great historian. As the Edinburgh Review notes, "Children and servants have a remarkably Herodotean way of telling stories. They narrate everything dramatically. Their says hes and says shes are well-known. Anyone who has had to resolve their disputes knows that, even when they don't mean to mislead, their accounts of conversations always need to be carefully examined. If an educated person were recounting the recent change of administration, they would say, 'Lord Goderich resigned; and the king, as a result, sent for the Duke of Wellington.' A porter, however, tells the story as though he were behind the curtains of the royal bed at Windsor: 'So Lord Goderich says, 'I can’t handle this; I have to step down.' And the king, he says, 'Well, then, I need to call for the Duke of Wellington—that's it.' This is in the very style of the father of history."


SPLENDOUR OF THE CHURCH OF ROME.

SPLENDOR OF THE CHURCH OF ROME.

"In the days of her power and importance, the church of Rome numbered amongst her vassals and servants the most renowned spirits of the earth. She called them from obscurity to fame, and to all who laboured to spread and sustain her influence, she became a benefactress. Her wealth was immense, for she drew her revenue from the fear or superstition of man, and her spirit was as magnificent as her power. The cathedrals which she every where reared are yet the wonders of Europe for their beauty and extent; and in her golden days, the priests who held rule within them were, in wealth and strength, little less than princes. For a time her treasure was wisely and munificently expended; and the works she wrought, and the good deeds she performed, are her honour and our shame. She spread a table to the hungry; she gave lodgings to the houseless; welcomed the wanderer; and rich and poor, and learned and illiterate, alike received shelter and hospitality. Under her roof the scholar completed his education; the historian sought and found the materials for his history; the minstrel chanted lays of mingled piety and love for his loaf and raiment; the sculptor carved in wood, or cast in silver, some popular saint; and the painter gave the immortality of his colours to some new legend or miracle."—All who have visited the cathedrals and churches of the continent, or who have studied their history at home, must acknowledge the truth and force of these excellent observations. They are copied from an ably-written article on the History of Italian Painting, in the second number of the Foreign Review.

"In her powerful and significant days, the church of Rome counted among her followers and servants the most celebrated individuals on earth. She brought them from obscurity to fame, and to all who worked to expand and maintain her influence, she became a benefactor. Her wealth was vast, as she collected her income from the fears and superstitions of people, and her spirit was as grand as her power. The cathedrals she built everywhere are still the wonders of Europe for their beauty and size; during her golden age, the priests who governed within them were nearly as wealthy and powerful as princes. For a time, her treasures were wisely and generously spent; the works she undertook and the good deeds she performed are her glory and our shame. She provided food for the hungry; she offered shelter to the homeless; she welcomed wanderers; and both rich and poor, educated and uneducated, received refuge and hospitality. Under her roof, scholars completed their education; historians sought and found the materials for their histories; minstrels sang songs of mixed piety and love for their sustenance; sculptors carved in wood or cast in silver images of popular saints; and painters immortalized new legends or miracles with their colors."—Anyone who has visited the cathedrals and churches of the continent or studied their history at home must recognize the truth and strength of these insightful observations. They are taken from a well-written article on the History of Italian Painting, in the second issue of the Foreign Review.


Frederick the Great, in a letter to Voltaire, says, "I look on men as a herd of deer in a great man's park, whose only business is to people the enclosures."—This is one of the great men of history.

Frederick the Great, in a letter to Voltaire, says, "I see people as a herd of deer in a wealthy man's park, whose only job is to fill the enclosures."—This is one of the great men of history.


POTATOES.

POTATOES.

A few years after the discovery, potatoes were carried to Spain at first as sweetmeats and delicacies. Oviedo says that "they were a dainty dish to set before the king," Labat describes potatoes a hundred years ago, as cultivated in Western Africa, and says of them, "Il y en a en Irlande, et en Angleterre," and that he had seen very good ones at Rochelle.

A few years after their discovery, potatoes were initially brought to Spain as sweets and delicacies. Oviedo says that "they were a fancy dish to serve to the king." Labat describes potatoes from a hundred years ago, stating that they were grown in Western Africa, mentioning, "Il y en a en Irlande, et en Angleterre," and that he had seen very good ones in Rochelle.


PAINTING

PAINTING

Represents nature, or poetic nature at the most, and, therefore, addresses itself as much as poetry does to the feeling and imagination of man. Though it deals in nature exalted by genius, embellished by art and purified by taste, still it is nature, still it makes its appeal to the men of this world, and by them it is applauded or condemned. It works for men, and not for gods; therefore every man, as far as his taste is natural and sound, is a judge of its productions.—For. Rev.

Represents nature, or poetic nature at its best, and, as a result, connects with people's feelings and imaginations the same way poetry does. Although it showcases nature elevated by creativity, enhanced by artistry, and refined by good taste, it is still nature. It appeals to people in the real world, and they either celebrate it or criticize it. It caters to humans, not deities; therefore, everyone, as long as their taste is genuine and healthy, can judge its creations.—For. Rev.


LAVER.

LAVER.

Such of our readers as are not addicted to epicurism may have been somewhat puzzled at the display of "Fine Fresh Laver" in the Italian warehouses and provision shops of the metropolis. The truth is, laver is a kind of reddish sea-weed, forming a jelly when boiled, which is eaten by some of the poor people in Angus with bread instead of butter; but which the rich have elevated into one of the greatest dainties of their tables. In Scotland, laver is called slake; and Dr. Clarke mentions that it is used with the fulmar to make a kind of broth, which constitutes the first and principal meal of the inhabitants. It is curious to know that what is eaten at a duchess's table in Piccadilly as a first-rate luxury, is used by the poor people of Scotland twice or thrice a day. It is an expensive dish; but knowledge of this fact may perhaps abate its cost.

Some of our readers who don’t indulge in fancy eating may be a bit confused by the display of "Fine Fresh Laver" in the Italian stores and grocery shops of the city. The truth is, laver is a type of reddish seaweed that turns into a jelly when boiled. Some of the poorer folks in Angus eat it with bread instead of butter, while the wealthy have turned it into one of the finest delicacies on their tables. In Scotland, laver is called slake; and Dr. Clarke notes that it’s used with the fulmar to make a kind of broth that serves as the main meal for the locals. It’s interesting to realize that what is considered a top-tier luxury at a duchess’s table in Piccadilly is consumed by the poorer people in Scotland two or three times a day. It’s an expensive dish, but knowing this might help bring down its price.


GARDENS.

GARDENS.

Ferdinand I. of Naples prided himself upon the variety and excellence of the fruit produced in his royal gardens, one of which was called Paradise. Duke Hercules, of Ferrara, had a garden celebrated for its fruits in one of the islands of the Po. The Duke of Milan, Ludovico, carried this kind of luxury so far, that he had a travelling fruit-garden; and the trees were brought to his table, or into his chamber, that he might with his own hands gather the living fruit.

Ferdinand I of Naples took great pride in the diversity and quality of the fruit grown in his royal gardens, one of which was named Paradise. Duke Hercules of Ferrara was known for his impressive fruit garden located on one of the islands of the Po River. The Duke of Milan, Ludovico, took this luxury to the next level by having a mobile fruit garden; he had the trees brought right to his table or into his room so he could pick the fresh fruit himself.


SNUFF.

SMOKING TOBACCO.

Even among the rudest and poorest of the inhabitants of Scotland, and at a period when their daily meal must have been always scanty, and frequently precarious, one luxury seems to have established itself, which has unaccountably found its way into every part of the world. We mean tobacco. The inhabitants of Scotland, and especially of the Highlands, are notorious for their fondness for snuff; and many were the contrivances by which they formerly reduced the tobacco into powder. Dr. Jamieson, the etymologist, defines a mill to be the vulgar name for a snuff-box, one especially of a cylindrical form, or resembling an inverted cone. "No other name," says he, "was formerly in use. The reason assigned for this designation is, that when tobacco was introduced into this country, those who wished to have snuff were wont to toast the leaves before the fire, and then bruise them with a bit of wood in the box; which was therefore called a mill, from the snuff being ground in it." This, however, is said to be not quite correct; the old snuff-machine being like a nutmeg-grater, which made snuff as often as a pinch was required.

Even among the roughest and poorest people in Scotland, especially during a time when their daily meals were often meager and uncertain, one luxury seems to have made its way into every corner of the world: tobacco. Scots, particularly in the Highlands, are well-known for their love of snuff, and they developed many inventive ways to turn tobacco into powder. Dr. Jamieson, the etymologist, defines a mill as the common name for a snuff box, particularly one that is cylindrical or shaped like an inverted cone. "No other name," he notes, "was used in the past. The reason given for this term is that when tobacco was first introduced in this country, those who wanted snuff would toast the leaves by the fire, then crush them with a piece of wood in the box; hence it was called a mill, since the snuff was ground there." However, this explanation isn’t entirely accurate; the old snuff machine resembled a nutmeg grater, making snuff as needed.


Estimating the population of London and its environs at 1,200,000, its proportion of paupers would amount to 100,000!

Estimating the population of London and its surrounding areas at 1,200,000, the number of poor people would be around 100,000!


SCOTCH LIVING.

SCOTCH LIVING.

Roast meat was formerly seldom seen among farmers in Scotland; and is even now rare, compared with its use among the same class in England. Less than half a century ago, a mart was regularly bought or fattened by the most respectable farmers, and even by many citizens. This was a cow or ox killed and salted at Martinmas for winter provision; a custom which, though not uncommon in England, perhaps, one hundred years ago, has certainly not been followed, except in remote and sequestered districts, or by very old-fashioned farmers within that period.

Roast meat was rarely seen among farmers in Scotland in the past, and it's still uncommon compared to how often it’s used by the same group in England today. Less than fifty years ago, a mart was regularly bought or fattened by the most respected farmers and even by many townspeople. This was a cow or ox that was killed and salted at Martinmas for winter supplies; a practice that, while not unusual in England perhaps a hundred years ago, has definitely not been followed, except in isolated areas or by very traditional farmers during that time.


Falstaff's "Buck-Basket" has puzzled the commentators; but Dr. Jamieson thus explains it:—Bouk is the Scotch word for a lye used to steep foul linen in, before it is washed in water; the buckbasket, therefore, is the basket employed to carry clothes, after they have been bouked, to the washing-place.

Falstaff's "Buck-Basket" has confused commentators, but Dr. Jamieson explains it this way:—Bouk is the Scottish word for a lye used to soak dirty linen in before it's washed in water; so, the buck-basket is the basket used to carry clothes after they've been bouked to the washing area.


PLEASURES OF EGYPT.

Egyptian Delights.

Sweet are the songs of Egypt on paper. Who is not ravished with gums, balms, dates, figs, pomegranates, circassia, and sycamores, without recollecting that amidst these are dust, hot and fainting winds, bugs, mosquitos, spiders, flies, leprosy, fevers, and almost universal blindness.—Ledyard's Travels.—The same writer also says the people are poorly clad, the youths naked, and that they rank infinitely below any savages he ever saw.

Sweet are the songs of Egypt on paper. Who isn't captivated by gums, balms, dates, figs, pomegranates, circassia, and sycamores, without remembering that alongside these are dust, hot and tiring winds, bugs, mosquitoes, spiders, flies, leprosy, fevers, and nearly universal blindness.—Ledyard's Travels.—The same writer also says the people are poorly dressed, the youths are naked, and that they are vastly inferior to any savages he has ever seen.


There cannot be a more ill-boding sign to a nation, than when the people, to avoid hardships at home, are forced by heaps to forsake their native country.—Milton.

There can't be a worse sign for a nation than when people, trying to escape difficulties at home, are driven in droves to leave their homeland.—Milton.


TOBACCO.

CIGARETTES.

As the devil is a deceiver, and hath the knowledge of the virtue of herbs, so he did show the virtue of this herb, that by the means thereof they might see their imaginations and visions that he hath represented unto them.

As the devil is a trickster and knows the power of herbs, he revealed the properties of this herb so that through it, they could see their thoughts and visions that he had shown them.


WHISKY.

WHISKEY.

From official documents it appears that long previous to 1690, there had been a distillery of aqua vitae, or whisky, on the lands of Farintosh, belonging to Mr. Forbes, of Culloden.

From official documents, it seems that long before 1690, there was a distillery of aqua vitae, or whisky, on the lands of Farintosh, owned by Mr. Forbes of Culloden.


TRAVELLING INCENTIVES.

Travel Incentives.

If there be a sudden accession of fortune, the earliest use of it is in passing over to the continent; if misfortunes occur, the first suggestion is that of seeking solace in another land. The assumption of the toga virilis by our youth, may be practically translated, the putting on of the travelling cloak. Marriage, instead of being the means of more extended family union, is the plea for immediate separation; and the newly-married pair drive from the church to the packet-boat. If the elders of a family are snatched away by death, the first idea which occurs to their successors, is that of distant removal from home. Sorrows are not endured, but fled from; and misfortune becomes the signal for dispersion to those who survive it.—Q. Rev.

If there’s a sudden windfall, the first thing to do is head to the mainland; if bad luck strikes, the immediate thought is to find comfort in another country. The coming-of-age ceremony for our young men can be seen as putting on a traveling cloak. Marriage, instead of uniting families, often leads to an immediate separation; and the newlyweds leave the church to hop on a boat. When the older family members pass away, the first thought for those left behind is to move far away from home. People don’t endure their sorrows; they run from them, and misfortune becomes an excuse for the survivors to scatter. —Q. Rev.


Christoval Acosta, speaking of the pine-apple, says that "no medicinal virtues have been discovered in it, and it is good for nothing but to eat."

Christoval Acosta, talking about the pineapple, says that "no medicinal benefits have been found in it, and it is good for nothing but to eat."


SMOKING.

CIGARETTES.

Joshuah Silvester questioned whether the devil had done more harm in latter ages by means of fire and smoke, through the invention of guns, or of tobacco-pipes; and he conjectured that Satan introduced the fashion, as a preparatory course of smoking for those who were to be matriculated in his own college:

Joshuah Silvester wondered if the devil caused more harm in recent times with fire and smoke, through guns or tobacco pipes; and he speculated that Satan started the trend, as a way to get people ready for smoking before they enrolled in his own college:

As roguing Gipsies tan their little elves,
To make them tann'd and ugly, like themselves.

LAW

LEGAL

Must be kept as a garden, with frequent digging, weeding, turning, &c., for that which was in one age convenient, and, perhaps, necessary, becomes in another prejudicial.—Roger North.

Must be maintained like a garden, with regular digging, weeding, turning, etc., because what was useful in one era may, in another, become harmful.—Roger North.


THE GATHERER.

"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."
SHAKSPEARE

"A collector of overlooked things." SHAKSPEARE


THE WIFE'S COMPLAINT.

Wife's Complaint.

Havard, the actor, (better known from the urbanity of his manners, by the familiar name of Billy Havard) had the misfortune to be married to a most notorious shrew and drunkard. One day dining at Garrick's, he was complaining of a violent pain in his side. Mrs. Garrick offered to prescribe for him. "No, no," said her husband; "that will not do, my dear; Billy has mistaken his disorder; his great complaint lies in his rib."

Havard, the actor, (better known for his suave demeanor as Billy Havard) was unfortunately married to a well-known shrew and drunkard. One day while dining at Garrick's, he complained about a sharp pain in his side. Mrs. Garrick offered to give him some advice. "No, no," her husband replied; "that won't work, my dear; Billy has misunderstood his issue; his main problem lies in his rib."


HOW TO SECURE A COACH.

HOW TO HIRE A COACH.

A facetious friend of Dr. Kitchiner's, on a very wet night, after several messengers, whom he had despatched for a coach, had returned without obtaining one; at last, at "past one o'clock, and a rainy morning," the wag walked himself to the next coach-stand, and politely advised the waterman to mend his inside lining with a pint of beer, and go home to bed; for said he, "there will be nothing for you to do to night, I'll lay you a shilling that there's not a coach out." "Why, will you, your honour? then done," cried Mr. Waterman; "but are you really serious, 'cause, if so be as you be, I must make haste and go and get one." Being assured he would certainly touch the twelvepenny if he did, he trotted off on his "nag a ten toes," and in ten minutes returned with a leathern conveyance.

A joking friend of Dr. Kitchiner's, on a very wet night, after several messengers he had sent out for a coach came back empty-handed, finally, at "a little after one o'clock, and a rainy morning," the jokester walked over to the next coach stand and politely suggested to the waterman to drink a pint of beer to warm up inside and go home to bed; for he said, "I bet you a shilling there's not a coach to be had tonight." "Really, are you serious? Then it’s a deal," replied Mr. Waterman; "but are you really serious, because if you are, I need to hurry and get one." When assured he would definitely score the twelve-penny fare if he did, he trotted off on his "nag with ten toes," and in ten minutes came back with a leather carriage.


Epicure Quin used to say, it was "not safe to sit down to a Turtle Feast at one of the City Halls, without a basket-hilted knife and fork."—Another of his quips was, "Of all the banns of marriage I ever heard, none gave me half such pleasure as the union of ANN-CHOVY with good JOHN-DORY."

Epicure Quin used to say that it was "not safe to sit down to a Turtle Feast at one of the City Halls without a basket-hilted knife and fork." Another of his jokes was, "Of all the marriage announcements I’ve ever heard, none gave me as much pleasure as the union of ANN-CHOVY with good JOHN-DORY."


ONION SOUP

ONION SOUP

Is thought highly restorative by the French. It is considered peculiarly grateful, and gently stimulating to the stomach, after hard drinking or night-watching, and holds among soups the place that champagne, soda-water, or ginger-beer, does among liquors.

Is thought to be very restorative by the French. It is seen as particularly soothing and lightly stimulating to the stomach after heavy drinking or staying up all night, and it holds a similar position among soups that champagne, soda water, or ginger beer do among alcoholic beverages.


Lobsters and crabs are in season from March till October; so that they supply the place of oysters, which come in about the time lobsters go out of season. Lobsters are held in great esteem by gastrologers for the firmness, purity, and flavour of their flesh. When they find refuge in the rocky fastnesses of the deep from the rapacity of sharks and fishermen, they sometimes attain an immense size, and have been found from eighteen inches to upwards of two feet in length. Apicius, who ought to be the patron saint of epicures, made a voyage to the coast of Africa on hearing that lobsters of an unusually large size were to be found there, and, after encountering much distress at sea, met with a disappointment. Very large lobsters are at present found on the coasts of Orkney. Some naturalists affirm (Olaus Magnus and Gesner,) that in the Indian seas, and on the wild shores of Norway, lobsters have been found twelve feet in length, and six in breadth, which seize mariners in their terrible embrace, and, dragging them into their caverns, devour them. However this may be, the lobsters and crabs for being devoured are best when of the middle size, and when found on reefs or very rocky shores.

Lobsters and crabs are in season from March to October, so they take the place of oysters, which are available around the time lobsters go out of season. Lobsters are highly regarded by food enthusiasts for the firmness, purity, and flavor of their meat. When they find shelter in the rocky depths, escaping the grasp of sharks and fishermen, they can grow to impressive sizes, ranging from eighteen inches to over two feet in length. Apicius, who should be the patron saint of food lovers, traveled to the coast of Africa after hearing about unusually large lobsters there. After facing many challenges at sea, he ended up disappointed. Currently, very large lobsters can be found off the coasts of Orkney. Some naturalists, like Olaus Magnus and Gesner, claim that in the Indian seas and the wild shores of Norway, lobsters have been found measuring twelve feet in length and six feet across, which purportedly grab sailors in their deadly grip and pull them into their lairs to consume them. Regardless of this, the best lobsters and crabs for eating are of medium size and are found on reefs or very rocky shores.


THE INVISIBLE HAIR.

THE INVISIBLE HAIR.

A monk was showing the relics of his convent before a numerous assembly; the most rare, in his opinion, was a hair of the Holy Virgin, which he appeared to show to the people present, opening his hands as if he were drawing it through them. A peasant approached with great curiosity, and exclaimed, "but, reverend father, I see nothing." "Egad, I believe it" replied the monk, "for I have shown the hair for twenty years, and have not yet beheld it myself."

A monk was displaying the relics of his convent to a large crowd; the rarest one, in his opinion, was a hair of the Holy Virgin, which he seemed to show to the people, opening his hands as if he were revealing it. A peasant stepped forward with great curiosity and exclaimed, "But, Father, I see nothing." "You're right," replied the monk, "because I've been showing this hair for twenty years, and I still haven't seen it myself."


CURIOSITY CURED.

CURIOSITY SATISFIED.

A servant travelling, was bothered by a super-curious person, who, after several indirect attempts to discover whence he came, or whither he was going, at last popt the question plainly, "Are your family before?"—"No."—"Oh! you left them behind, I suppose?"—"No" "No?"—"No, they are on one side!"

A traveling servant was interrupted by a very curious person who, after several subtle attempts to find out where he came from or where he was headed, finally asked directly, "Are your family before?"—"No."—"Oh! You left them behind, I guess?"—"No."—"No?"—"No, they are on one side!"


TO GROW A SHOULDER OR LEG OF MUTTON.

TO GROW A SHOULDER OR LEG OF MUTTON.

This art is well known to the London bakers. Have a very small leg or shoulder; change it upon a customer for one a little larger, and that upon another for one better still, till by the dinner hour you have a heavy, excellent joint in lieu of your original small one.

This trick is well known to the bakers in London. Start with a very small leg or shoulder; swap it with a customer for one a bit larger, then trade that for an even better one, until by dinner time you have a nice, hefty joint instead of your original small one.



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Printed and Published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, London; sold by ERNEST FLEISCHER, 626, New Market, Leipsic, and by all news agents and bookstores. FOOTNOTES:

[1] The grief of Ferdinand, King of Arragon, for the loss of his brother, Don Pedro, who was killed during the siege of Naples, is affectingly described by the historian Mariana. It is also the subject of one of the old Spanish ballads, in Lockhart's beautiful collection.

[1] The sadness of Ferdinand, King of Aragon, over the death of his brother, Don Pedro, who was killed during the siege of Naples, is movingly portrayed by the historian Mariana. It is also the theme of one of the old Spanish ballads in Lockhart's stunning collection.



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