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system; and Machiavel those of his politics
THE BARLEY-MOW. from Aristotle, though we have attributed to his genius the whole honour of having
To the Editor. invented them. But these discussions would detain the reader too long; we hasten My dear sir,- Nothing could possibly therefore to another field of contemplation, exceed the heartfelt pleasure I enjoyed not less fruitful of testimony, in support of when the last load was drawn into the the position, that the most celebrated phi- farm-yard ; and the farmer, and his men and losophers among the moderns have taken women, witnessed the completion of the what they advance from the works of the “ Barley-mow.” Their huzzas filled the ancients.
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 For the Table Book.
walnut-trees, as the survivors of templar
consecrations to the demesne, took their GRASSHOPPERS.
tithes, to the joy of birds; and the fields had
still a generous strewing of ears for the + Sauter de branche en branche."
peasant-gleaners, wh like ants, collected The stream may flow, the wheel may run,
a small store for the days of frost and ad. The corn in vain be brown'd in sun,
versity. The farmer's heart gladdened with And bolting-mills, like corks, be stoppers ;
the reward of his labours. The ale-bottle, Save that their clacks, like noisy rain,
when held upward, gurgled its choice liquid Make four of corn in root and grain
into many thirsty throats. Every thing and By virtue of their HOPPERS. every body showed satisfaction.
housewife came forth with a rake in her And London sportsmen (sportsmen ?) meet hand, in her sun-shielding gloves and broad To shoot at sparrows twenty feet
flat bonnet, and she sung the rejoicings of Like ginger-beer escaping,-poppers :
her peace in a minor key, suitable to her Pigeons are thus humanely shot,
taste of harmony. Her daughter too came And thus they go to pie and pot,
tripping in a lightsome gait and charming Poor pulse and crum-b-led HOPPERS !
advance, towards her sire and myself, with Trees in their shrouds resemble men,
cake and cider, dimpling and exhilarating. And they who “cut may come again,"
By this time the “ Barley-mow” was To take their tithe as legal loppers :
coning to a point, and the stray ears were Soldiers and sailors, after wars,
plucked out of its bulging sides. In spite of glory, fame, and stars,
The evening closing into eternity, the Are they not pen-sion HOPPERS ?
peaceful aspect of nature sweetly accorded
with the quiet sensations of thankfulness, Yet more than these, in summer's even,
glowing in the grateful breasts of the perThere hop, between the blades of Heaven
sons cast in this out-of-town spot. The And hailstones pearly droppers,
increasing pall of dusk, when the work Insects of mirth, whose songs so shrill
was ended, drew the labourers into a circle Delight the cars of vale and hill,
within their master's welcome domicile. The grassy, green--Grass-HOPPERS.
Here the farmer and his wife and family Aug. 1827.
J. R. P. were assembled, and, without pride's dis
tinction, regaled the sharers of their summer-toil with that beverage that warms the
feelings of hope into real joy. This was For the Table Book.
the triumph of the “ Barley-mow." Every tongue praised, as every energy assisted it.
It was a heartfelt celebration. Songs wer WASPS.
sung, and they danced down the midnight A grocer's shop at Camberwell
The foot of Time stepped lightly, till the
-“ the Grasshopper" is much visited by wasps
weather-featured clock toll'd the end of the for the sweets of the sugar hogsheads. The joyful recreation, Sincerity, unity, and shop is closed on Sundays, but they find
hospitality were blended : the master was entrance into it by creeping privately
satisfied with his servants—the servants through the keyhole of the door.
were thankful with their means of support
My thoughts rebounded high, as my symC. W. P. pathies awakened to so much happiness iu
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so small a compass. Ere satiety arrived a spring-loom to the injury of his fellowthe companions separated. My candle was workman. This prejudice having subsided ready; I shook hands with my friends; and most of the weavers that assembled at and, after penning you this outline, retired the “ Plough” being dead, their sons agree with benevolent impressions and aspirations to the prevailing and supposed improvein behalf of cheerful country life, arising ments. from contented habits and industrious
I am, sir,
Yours respectfully, The two following stanzas were audible for a long time in the neighbouring ruralries :
July 28, 1827.
Undisturb'd for many a day
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THE STEPS OF PERFECTION.
Paraphrased from the Latin of John Owen,
Faith, HOPE, AND CHARITY.
T R E E I S
I A P D R E
J. R. P. T--T--e,
A H O I A P August 1, 1827.
F C H F С S 5 7 4 5
When VIRTUE her examples drew in heaven,
Hope, so desirous to be first, attains
Four of the SEVEN : but Faith five precepts gains :
And in the virtue of PERFECTION dwells.
P. "" spring loom,” which an eminent clothier at Langley ventured, in 1794, to have erected in one of his cottages, built for the NEWSPAPER ORTHOGRAPHY, 1682. use of his men. One person performing nearly as much
From the “ True Protestant Mercury," work in this loom as two persons, the Weavers in the neighbourhood met at the
No. 162. “ Plough,” to consider the best means of opposing the success of the one-shuttle
After sundry resolutions were passed, declarative that spring-looms would prove lined with Black, betwixt Arniseed Cleré
Gown of a sable and Gold Coulor, hurtful to weavers of the old school, they (St. Agnes le Clair) and the White Houses suspended a shuttle to a bacon rack by a
at Hogsden (Hoxton) on Wednesday last, skein of tangled yarn over the table round which they sat. Meeting every Saturday
the 19th instant, about 4 or 5 a clock in night at this inn, they pledged their affiance the Afternoon. Any one that can give
Intelligence of the said Manto Gown to to the “ shuttle," and continued the custom
Mr. Blewit's, at the Rose and Crown in till their meetings were fruitless. The “hanging the shuttle"
Loathberry, shall have 10s. for their pains.
over them signified that no honest weaver should work
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The trumpet was sounded again and again,
0. N. Y. July, 1827.
THE DESTRUCTION OF
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NIXON'S PROPHECIES.-MR, CAN.
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 towers 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
ing, 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
sheen, Which her sickly rays Aung 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 blastIt 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 I To armı! to arms! the trumpet soundedThe echoes in mockery the blast resounded ! Bennacherib waited his embattled host, The pride of his heart and his impious boast ;
MR. Canning's decease on the 8th of August, 1827, occasioned the following article in the newspapers. The Death of MR. CANNING PREDICTED
BY Nixon, THE ASTROLOGER. 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 hier 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 write 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.
Lord Edward Bruce was eld
made master of the rolis in 1604, died in sir Edward, barou of Kinloss, so created 1610, and was buried in the Rolls chapel jy James I. in 1603, to whom the king His son, the lord Edward, killed in duel by gave the dissolved abbey of Kinloss, in sir Edward Sack ville in 1613, was sucAyrshire, after he had been instrumental ceeded by his brother, who was created in his succession to the crown of England; earl of Elgin in 1633. and an English baron whither accompanying the king, he was in 1641.
Sir Edward Sackville, by whose hand A Monsieur, Monsieur Baron de Kinloss. the lord Edward Bruce fell, was younger brother to Richard Sackville, earl of Dor
“I am at Tergose, a town in Zeland, to set, on whose death he succeeded to the give what satisfaction your sword can rentitle. He was lord president of the coun
der you, accompanied with a worthy gentleeil, a joint lord keeper, and filled several
man for my second, in degree a knight. other distinguished offices under Charles I., And, for your coming, I will not limit you to whom he adhered, by whose side he
a peremptory day, but desire you to make fought at the battle of Edge-bill, and whose
a definite and speedy repair, for your own death he took so much to heart, that he honour, and fear of prevention; at which never afterwards stirred out of his house in
time you shall find me there. Salisbury-court, but died there on the 17th
“ E. SACKVILE." of July, 1652.
of August, 1613. Between these noblemen there arose a quarrel, which terminated in their duel ;
A Monsieur, Monsieur Sackvile. and all that is, or probably can be known respecting it, is contained in the following “ I have received your letter by your correspondence, preserved in a manuscript man, and acknowledge you have dealt in Queen's college library, Oxford.* nobly with me; and now I come, with all
possible haste, to meet you. A Monsieur, Monsieur Sackvile.
“ E. BRUCE." “I that am in France, hear how much you attribute to yourself in this time, that I The combat was fierce, and fatal to lord have given the world leave to ring your Bruce. The survivor, sir Edward Sackpraises; and for me, the truest almanack, ville, describes it in a letter, which will be to tell you how much I suffer. If you call inserted at a future time. For the present to memory, when as I gave you my hand purpose it is merely requisite to state, that last, I told you I reserved the heart for a lord Stowell, in a communication to the truer reconciliation. Now be that noble earl of Aberdeen, president of the Society gentleman, my love once spoke, and come
of Antiquarians, dated February 15, 1822, and do him right that could recite the tryals seems to have determined the spot whereon you owe your birth and country, were I the duel was fought, and the place of lord not confident your honour gives you the Bruce's interment. From that communica. same courage to do me right, that it did tion, containing an account of the discovery to do me wrong. Be master of your own of his heart, with representations of the case weapons and time; the place wheresoever, wherein it was enclosed, the following detail I will wait on you. By doing this, you
is derived, together with the engravings. shall shorten revenge, and clear the idle It has always been presumed that the opinion the world hath of both our worths. duel was fought under the walls of Ant
werp; but the combatants disembarked at “ ED. BRUCE."
Bergen-op-Zoom, and fought near that
town, and not Antwerp. The circumstances A Monsieur, Monsieur Baron de Kinloss.
are still well remembered at Bergen, while
at Antwerp there is not a trace of them. “ As it shall be always far from me to A small piece of land, a mile and a half seek a quarrel, so will I always be ready from the Antwerp gate of Bergen, goes by to meet with any that is desirous to make the name of Bruce-land; it is recorded as the tryal of my valour, by so fair a course as spot where Bruce fell; and, according to you require. A witness whereof yourself tradition, was purchased by the parties to shall be, who, within a month, shall receive a
The spot is unclaimed at the strict account of time, place, and weapon, present day, and marked by a little earthwhere you shall find me ready disposed to
en boundary, which separaies it from the give honourable satisfaction, by him that surrourding corn-fields. It was considered, shail conduct you thither. In the mean
until the French revolution, as free ground, time, be as secret of the appointment, as it where any person might take refuge withseems you are desirous of it.
out being liable to arrest. Lord Bruce was
buried at Bergen, and a monument is stated “ E. SackvILE."
to have been erected to his memory within
the great Protestant church, which was • Collins's Peerage.
nearly destroyed in the siege of 1747.