Imatges de pÓgina

system; and Machiavel those of his politics from Aristotle, though we have attributed to his genius the whole honour of having invented them. But these discussions would detain the reader too long; we hasten therefore to another field of contemplation, not less fruitful of testimony, in support of the position, that the most celebrated philosophers among the moderns have taken what they advance from the works of the ancients.

For the Table Book.

Sauter de branche en branche."

The stream may flow, the wheel may run,
The corn in vain be brown'd in sun,

And bolting-mills, like corks, be stoppers;
Save that their clacks, like noisy rain,
Make flour of corn in root and grain
By virtue of their HOPPERS.

And London sportsmen (sportsmen ?) meet
To shoot at sparrows twenty feet

Like ginger-beer escaping,-poppers:
Pigeons are thus humanely shot,
And thus they go to pie and pot,
Poor pulse and crum-b-led HOPPERS!

Trees in their shrouds resemble men,
And they who" cut may come again,"

To take their tithe as legal loppers:
Soldiers and sailors, after wars,
In spite of glory, fame, and stars,—
Are they not pen-sion HOPPERS ?

Yet more than these, in summer's even,
There hop, between the blades of Heaven
And hailstones pearly droppers,
Insects of mirth, whose songs so shrill
Delight the ears of vale and hill,

The grassy, green-GRASS-HOPPERS.

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To the Editor.

My dear sir,-Nothing could possibly exceed the heartfelt pleasure I enjoyed when the last load was drawn into the farm-yard; and the farmer, and his men and women, witnessed the completion of the Barley-mow." Their huzzas filled the scenery, and the barns and church replied. The carters and horses were trimmed with boughs and wild flowers. The bedges siding the lanes, and the patriarch elms and walnut-trees, as the survivors of templar consecrations to the demesne, took their tithes, to the joy of birds; and the fields had still a generous strewing of ears for the peasant-gleaners, who, like ants, collected a small store for the days of frost and adversity. The farmer's heart gladdened with the reward of his labours. The ale-bottle, when held upward, gurgled its choice liquid into many thirsty throats. Every thing and every body showed satisfaction. housewife came forth with a rake in her hand, in her sun-shielding gloves and broad flat bonnet, and she sung the rejoicings of her peace in a minor key, suitable to her taste of harmony. Her daughter too came tripping in a lightsome gait and charming advance, towards her sire and myself, with cake and cider, dimpling and exhilarating.


By this time the "Barley-mow" was coning to a point, and the stray ears were plucked out of its bulging sides.

The evening closing into eternity, the peaceful aspect of nature sweetly accorded with the quiet sensations of thankfulness, glowing in the grateful breasts of the persons cast in this out-of-town spot. The increasing pall of dusk, when the work was ended, drew the labourers into a circle within their master's welcome domicile. Here the farmer and his wife and family were assembled, and, without pride's distinction, regaled the sharers of their summer-toil with that beverage that warms the feelings of hope into real joy. This was the triumph of the " Barley-mow." Every tongue praised, as every energy assisted it. It was a heartfelt celebration. Songs wer sung, and they danced down the midnight. The foot of Time stepped lightly, till the weather-featured clock toll'd the end of the joyful recreation. Sincerity, unity, and hospitality were blended: the master was satisfied with his servants-the servants

were thankful with their means of support My thoughts rebounded high, as my sympathies awakened to so much happiness in

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Sir,-The custom of "hanging the shuttle" arose out of the introduction of a "spring loom," which an eminent clothier at Langley ventured, in 1794, to have erected in one of his cottages, built for the use of his men.

One person performing nearly as much work in this loom as two persons, the weavers in the neighbourhood met at the "Plough," to consider the best means of opposing the success of the one-shuttle stranger.

After sundry resolutions were passed,

declarative that spring-looms would prove hurtful to weavers of the old school, they suspended a shuttle to a bacon rack by a skein of tangled yarn over the table round which they sat. Meeting every Saturdaynight at this inn, they pledged their affiance to the "shuttle," and continued the custom till their meetings were fruitless.

The "hanging the shuttle" over them signified that no honest weaver should work

When VIRTUE her examples drew in heaven,

Seven steps to reach them were to mortals given :-
HOPE, so desirous to be first, attains

Four of the SEVEN: but FAITH five precepts gains:
LOVE is the chief, for Love the two excels,
And in the virtue of PERFECTION dwells.

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For the Table Book.

The trampet was sounded again and again,



And it came to pass that night, that the Angel of the
Lord went out, and smote in the camp of the Assy-
rians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and
when they arose early in the morning, behold, they
were all dead corpses 1-2 Kings, xix. 35.
The sun in his beauty had sunk to rest,
And with magic colours illumin'd the west,
Casting o'er the temple his brightest gold,
The temple,-Jehovah's dwelling of old :
The dowers were clos'd by the evening breeze,
That sadly sigh'd through Lebanon's trees;
The moon was up, so pale and bright,
(She look'd more beautiful that night,)
Whilst numerous stars were round her gleaming
Stars in silent beauty beaming.

The Fiend of Fear his dark wings spread
O'er the city of God, and fill'd it with dread;
But the king at the altar prostrate lay,
And plac'd on Jehovah's arm his stay;
In anxious watching he pass'd the night,
Waiting the return of the morning light,
When forth his embattled hosts should move,
The power of Jehovah on the Heathen to prove!

The Assyrian hosts were proud in their might,
And in revelry spent the commencement of night,
'Till the power of wine o'er their coward-souls creep-

Each man in his armour lay prostrate, sleeping!

At the midnight watch the angel of God
O'er the Assyrian camp spread his wings abroad:
On his brow was plac'd a crown of light,
Which shone like a meteor in the gloom of night,
And quench'd, with its brightness, the moon's pale

Which her sickly rays flung over the scene:
His flowing robe in large folds roll'd,
Spangled with gems and bright with gold!
As over the Assyrian camp he pass'd,
He breathed upon them a poisonous blast-
It blanch'd their cheeks-and without a groan
Each soul was hurried to his long, long home!
At the morning watch in the Assyrian camp
Was heard no sound of the war-horse tramp!
The bright sun rose, like a bridegroom dress'd,
And illumin'd the camp from east to west;
But there was no spear in his bright beam gleaming,
Nor polish'd mail his reflected light streaming:
The spear and the armour were cover'd with rust,
And prostrate the warrior lay down in the dust!
To arma to arms! the trumpet sounded-
The echoes in mockery the blast resounded!
Sennacherib waited his embattled host,

The pride of his heart and his impious boast ;

Its shrill notes echoing o'er the prostrate slain;—
But his bands were bound in the slumber of death,
Nor heeded the war-stirring clarion's breath!
The angel of God had pass'd over the host-
In the grasp of Death lay Senuacherib's host!
O. N. Y.

July, 1827.

For the Table Book.


MR. CANNING's decease on the 8th of August, 1827, occasioned the following article in the newspapers.


In an old book, entitled The Prophecies of Robert Nixon, printed in the year 1701, is the following prophetic declaration, which appears to refer to the late melancholy event, which has deprived the English nation of one of her brightest ornaments :-" In the year 1827 a man will raise himself by his wisdom to one of the most exalted offices in the state. His king will invest him with great power, as a reward for his zeal. England will be greatly rejoiced. A strong party will enter into a league against him, but their envy and hatred will not prevail. The power of God, which reigneth over all, will cut him off in his prime, and the nation will bitterly bemoan her loss. Oh, England? beware of thy enemies. A great friend thou wilt lose in this man."

The preceding is a prediction made after the event a mere "hoax" on the credulous. There is nothing of the kind among the prophecies imputed to Nixon, who was not an astrologer, and probably existed nowhere but in the imagination of the writer of the manuscript copied by the Ladv Cowper."


At this season when persons, at inns in Lincolnshire, ask for "eel-pie," they are presently provided with "bush eels;" namely, snakes, caught for that purpose in the bushes, and sold to the landlords cheaply, which are made into stews, pies, and fries.


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Sir Edward Sackville, by whose hand the lord Edward Bruce fell, was younger brother to Richard Sackville, earl of Dorset, on whose death he succeeded to the title. He was lord president of the couneil, a joint lord keeper, and filled several other distinguished offices under Charles I., to whom he adhered, by whose side he fought at the battle of Edge-hill, and whose death he took so much to heart, that he

never afterwards stirred out of his house in Salisbury-court, but died there on the 17th of July, 1652.

Between these noblemen there arose a quarrel, which terminated in their duel; and all that is, or probably can be known respecting it, is contained in the following correspondence, preserved in a manuscript in Queen's college library, Oxford.*

A Monsieur, Monsieur Sackvile. "I that am in France, hear how much you attribute to yourself in this time, that I have given the world leave to ring your praises; and for me, the truest almanack, to tell you how much I suffer. If you call to memory, when as I gave you my hand last, I told you I reserved the heart for a truer reconciliation. Now be that noble gentleman, my love once spoke, and come and do him right that could recite the tryals you owe your birth and country, were I not confident your honour gives you the same courage to do me right, that it did to do me wrong. Be master of your own weapons and time; the place wheresoever, I will wait on you. By doing this, you shall shorten revenge, and clear the idle opinion the world hath of both our worths.


A Monsieur, Monsieur Baron de Kinloss. "As it shall be always far from me to seek a quarrel, so will I always be ready to meet with any that is desirous to make tryal of my valour, by so fair a course as you require. A witness whereof yourself shall be, who, within a month, shall receive a strict account of time, place, and weapon, where you shall find me ready disposed to give honourable satisfaction, by him that shail conduct you thither. In the mean time, be as secret of the appointment, as it seems you are desirous of it.


Collins's Peerage.

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The combat was fierce, and fatal to lord Bruce. The survivor, sir Edward Sackville, describes it in a letter, which will be inserted at a future time. For the present purpose it is merely requisite to state, that ford Stowell, in a communication to the earl of Aberdeen, president of the Society of Antiquarians, dated February 15, 1822, seems to have determined the spot whereon the duel was fought, and the place of lord Bruce's interment. From that communica tion, containing an account of the discovery of his heart, with representations of the case wherein it was enclosed, the following detail is derived, together with the engravings.

It has always been presumed that the duel was fought under the walls of Antwerp; but the combatants disembarked at Bergen-op-Zoom, and fought near that town, and not Antwerp. The circumstances are still well remembered at Bergen, while at Antwerp there is not a trace of them. A small piece of land, a mile and a half from the Antwerp gate of Bergen, goes by the name of Bruce-land; it is recorded as the spot where Bruce fell; and, according to tradition, was purchased by the parties to fight upon. The spot is unclaimed at the present day, and marked by a little earthen boundary, which separates it from the surrounding corn-fields. It was considered, until the French revolution, as free ground, where any person might take refuge without being liable to arrest. Lord Bruce was buried at Bergen, and a monument is stated to have been erected to his memory within the great Protestant church, which was nearly destroyed in the siege of 1747.

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