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ed to the king, who, having addressed repair the countless evils which forty and styled Ravillac my friend, cau- years of civil warfare, revolts, and tioned the prisoner to beware and those convulsions brought on by annot implicate the innocent.”
archy and disorders of every descripThe confusion and piercing screams tion, had occasioned. Notwithstandwhich at intervals resounded in the ing this, at the period of his decease, breeze, at length gained the ears of all the debts of the state were liquithe queen. Her majesty inquired the dated, the people eased of the burreason; when, observing nothing but thensome taxations which had comsad countenances, and many bathed pletely overpowered them, and agriin tears, she immediately conceived culture had regained its most flourishthe full extent of the loss sustained. ing condition. We have before adThe princess in consequence rushed verted to the efforts made by Henry from her study, and meeting the in support of the liberal sciences, letchancellor, exclaimed, “Alas! sir, the ters, and the arts : on ascending the king is dead !"-upon which that throne the state was indebted in no grave personage, without testifying less a sum than three hundred and the least emotion, replied : “ Your thirty million; and as money was then majesty must excuse me--kings never valued at twenty-two livres the mark, die in France.” Having then re- the sum was equivalent to upwards of quested her to re-enter the
apartment, eight hundred and ten millions of the Villeroy immediately followed, ex- actual currency; yet every farthing claiming : “ Madam, we must reserve was liquidated ; in addition to which our tears for another occasion, lest in he left twenty-four millions in his shedding them at the present moment treasury, the fruits of a wise economy, we render our affairs desperate : it is that never proved detrimental to your majesty who must now toil for princely munificence, which was carus; we stand in need of remedies, ried to the highest pitch under the and not tears." He then represented auspices of this magnanimous king. that time was precious, and that ad The result of a careful examination vantage ought to be taken of the ab- of the interrogatories of Ravillac tends sence of the two princes of the blood, to prove that he was a man of heated and the weakness of the third, to de- imagination, who, conceiving, accordclare herself regent during the minori- ing to his statement, that Henry had ty of the king her son. On the same resolved on declaring war against the day, being the 14th of May, the pope, and did not take efficient queen was declared regent during measures to convert the Huguenots, the minority of her son, and vested adopted the resolution of assassinating with all the requisite powers and au- him, whom he regarded as a tyrant thority.
that ought to be destroyed; in which The body being embalmed, and ideas he had been strengthened by placed in a leaden coffin, says Pere- the sermons of the infamous preachers fixe, was then deposited in a wooden of the League, who uniformly justified bier covered with cloth of gold, under the act of James Clement. Ravillac, a canopy in the royal apartment. when subjected to torture, uniformly After eighteen days it was conducted maintained that no Frenchman or to St. Denis
, and buried with the ac- stranger had been instrumental in customed ceremonies.
urging him to commit the deed, that Henry the Great perished at the the prince had never injured him ; age of fifty-seven years and five and that, if his death had remained months, having reigned twenty-one unpunished, it would have been proyears ; of which period the five first ductive of no benefit to himself. were spent in fighting for the con
Immediately prior to the dissoluquest of his kingdom, while subse- tion of Ravillac, he most ardently quently he had to maintain the war craved absolution of De Fillesac and against Spain ; so that Providence Gamache, two able doctors of the only accorded him twelve years to Sorbonne, who attended ; when he
was told that it could not be granted grief on learning the death of Henry unless he divulged the names of his the Fourth. The brave and virtuous accomplices. “ I have none,” said De Vic, some time after chancing to Ravillac; “ but give me a conditional pass through the street Ferronnerie, absolution : condemn my soul to Hell where the fatal deed had been perpeflames if I have accomplices; and trated, was seized with such horror at grant me absolution under the pro- the recollection, that he was conducted viso that I have uttered the truth.” home to his hotel and died the followThis was complied with, and the ing day; and Perefixe states, that many wretch was absolved accordingly. females refused to take sustenance, and
At four o'clock on the evening of became the victims of their rooted grief. the unfortunate day that terminated
No sooner was the monarch's death the earthly career of this great prince, made public than the citizens paraded the inhabitants of Paris, who still con- through Paris, pressing one another by tinued in suspense respecting his the hands, and exclaiming, What will death, were thrown into a general become of us ? Others shut themselves state of ferment. It was observed up in their dwellings to weep in privathat all those who issued from their cy for the dreadful calamity sustained. dwellings wandered through the streets Young people were prohibited from and public places, having no other ob- indulging in their accustomed sports; ject in view but to ascertain for a and the aged addressed them in the certainty the state of the king. One following terms : “ Children, we have only idea occupied every mind; the lost our common father! he was preordinary routine of business, and pri- paring for you days of felicity; and, vate engagements, were wholly for- now, who will watch over you pui gotten; or, to speak more properly, Nothing was looked for in future but being occupied in thinking of the au- storms and disquietude ; Henry had thor of all public felicity, each con
borne with bim to the tomb the selicity ceived that he was dwelling upon his and heartfelt security of the whole individual interest. Every one ap
French nation; for the same regrets proached his neighbour to make the and melancholy presages were reiterated same inquiries ; strangers interrogated throughout the whole realm. The af one another as a matter of course, fliction of the Parisians, however, very while each countenance bore the stamp speedily assumed an alarming aspect : of the deep affliction that reigned this general consternation was sucwithin. During the whole of this mo- ceeded by the fury of despair ; women mentous period, the inhabitants of the with dishevelled locks rushed through city conducted themselves as brothers; the streets uttering the most frantic the same sentiment predominated over exclamations ; while the men, bewilallo hearts ; the citizens became as one dered from the effects of poignant anfamily united by similar troubles and guish, talked of exemplary vengeance, corresponding emotions. At length, named imaginary accomplices, and however, it was announced that the swore to sacrifice them to their venking was no more! This dreadful con- geance.
The tumult in consequence firmation of the greatest of misfortunes became so terrifying, that the queen was paralyzed with horror the whole popu- compelled to issue orders for its suplation of that vast city. Men fell pression ; she directed the duke d'Eperspeechless in the streets ; and many non to proceed on horseback, accominstances are upon record of individuals panied by all the noblemen of the who suddenly expired on this mournful court who could be assembled ; and occasion. Among others was a most in this manner the cavalcade proceeded wealthy and respectable citizen named through the capital, the duke constantly Marchant, who had at his own expense haranguing the assembled crowds whom erected the bridge of the Change this he with infinite difficulty succeeded in wortby citizen expired from excess of bringing to reason.
IMITATIONS OF COCKNEY WRITERS.
(Extracted from Blackwood's Magazine.)
HUNT AND HAZLITT.
WE, Leigh the First, Autocrat of all the Cockneys, command our trusty and well-belor. ed cousin and counsellor, William Hazlitt, Gentleman of the Press, &c. &c &c., to furnish forthwith, in virtue* of his allegiance, an article for Blackwood's Magazine-in which there shall be nothing taken out of the Edinburgh Review or any other Periodicals for which the said William Hazlitt scribbleth, and in which there shall be as little as may be possible to the Gentleman of the Press aforesaid, about " candied coats of the auricula,“–“ a fine paste of poetic diction encrusting" something or another—" clear waters, dews, moonlit bowers, Sally L-," &c. &c. As witness our hand.
Liunto, Imperatore e Re di Cocagna.
TABLE-TALK. A NEW SERIES.
Thoughts, that do often lie too deep for lears.
One could not then hood, but sweeter the strains that be radical, if one would. Now is delight its early ears !* We would tout au contraire-Whigs and Radigive anything to recall those pleasant cals have met together-Jeffrey and times, when we thought Jack Horner Hunt have embraced each other. And finer than anything in Shakspeare. it is right they should. Jeffrey is the And sometimes we think so still ! “ Prince of Critics and King of Men;" What a poet was he who composed just as Leigh Hunt is King of Cockall these sweet nursery verses—the aigne, by divine right. They are your violet bed not sweeter ! Yet he died only true legitimates. They are like “ without a name!” How unintelligible the two kings of Brentford ! There they are, and yet how easily under- they sit upon their thrones—the Exstood! They are like Wordsworth ! aminer and the Edinburgh Review(but oh, how unlike !) and we admire sedet, eternumque sedebit—“both warthem for the same reason that we do bling of one note, both in one key." him.
How many young lips have Each “ doth bestride his little world breathed out these “snatches of old like a Colossus"-(little, but oh! how songs," making the breeze about them great !) There they are teres et rotun
discourse most eloquent music !” dus; while Universal Suffrage, like Wherever these rhymes “ do love to “Universal Pan, knit with the graces" haunt, the air is delicate." Let us of Whiggism, leads on the eternal try to make them “ as palpable to the dance! We have said in The London, feeling” of others, as they are to our that “to assume a certain signature, own.
and criticisms in THE We once said in Constable's Maga- LONDON MAGAZINE, was a consumzine, that “to be an Edinburgh re- mation of felicity hardly to be beviewer, was the highest distinction in lieved.” But what is writing in the literary society;" because, about that Edinburgh Review, or the New Monthtime, we began to write in the Edin- ly, or the London, compared to writing burgh Review. We were proud of it in Blackwood's Magazine ? That, afthen, and we are so yet !-- But it is a ter all, is your only true passport to * lo the original MS. wartue.
+ Quære, years.—Printer's devil. * Mr. Hazlitt here omits the name of another sovereign, of whom he thus speaketh in the Edinburgh Review_" The Scotsman is an excellent paper, with but one subject Political Economy—but the Editor may be said to be King of it!" But perhaps he bethought him afterwards, that to be “ King of one subject," was no very brilliant sover eigoty.
Fame. We thought otherwise once briefer than Hannah More's) do we -but we were wrong !-Well, better find in them! What can be more lat? than never. But we must get to strenuous, in its way, than the detestour subject.
ation of slovenliness inspired by the What admirable pictures of duty following example ? The rhyme itself (finer than Mr Wordsworth's Ode to “to have caught the trick” of Duty) are now and then presented to carelessness, and to wanton in the inus in these rhymes !—what powerful spiration of the subject ! exhortations to morality (stronger and
See saw, Margery Daw, sold her bed, and lay in the straw;
Was not sbe a dirty slut, to sell her bed, and lie in the dirt ? Look at the paternal affection (regardless of danger) so beautifully exemplihed in this sweet lullaby :
Bye, baby bunting ! papa's gone a bunting,
To catch a little rabbit-skin, to wrap the baby bunting in.
One a penny, two a penny, hot cross-buns,
You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves.
When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf. What can be more exquisite than the way in which the most abstruse sciences are conveyed to the infant understanding ? Here is an illustration of the law of gravitation, which all Sir Richard Phillips's writings against Newton will never overthrow !
Rock a bye, baby, on the tree top,
Then down tumbles baby and cradle and all. The theories of the Political Economists are also finely explained in this verse, which very properly begins with an address to J. B. Say, who has said he same thing in prose :
See, Say, a penny a-day, Tommy must have a new master
Why must he have but a penny a-day? Because he can work na faster. This is better than the Templar's Dialogues on the Political Economy in The London, and plainer and shorter than the Scotsman. It is as good as the Ricardo Lecture. Mr. M'Culloch could not have said anything more profound ! There is often a fine kind of pictured poetry about them.
In this verse, for instance, you seem to hear the merry merry ring of the bells, and you see the tall white steed go glancing by :
Ride a cock-horse to Bamborough Cross,
That she may have music wherever she goes.
Bye, baby bumpkin, where's Tony Lumpkin ?
No wonder !—for we have seen pumpkins in France, that would make Ossa like a wart !" There is a wildness of fancy about this one, like the night-mare. What an overwhelming idea in the last line !
We're all in the dumps, for Diamonds is trumps,
And the kittens are gone to St. Paul's :
And the houses are built without walls ! But yet there is another, finer than all, of which we can only recollect a few words. The rest is gone with other visions of our youth ! We often sit and think of these lines by the hour together, till our hearts melt with their beauty, and our eyes fill with tears. We could probably find the rest in some of Mr Godwin's twopenny books; but we would not dissolve the charm that is round the mysterious words. The “gay ladye” is more gorgeous to our fancy than Mr. Coleridge's “dark ladye !
London bridge is broken down-
with a gay ladye. The following is “perplexed in the extreme”-a pantomime of confusion !
Cock-a-doodle-doo, my dame has lost her shoe ;
The cat has lost her fiddle-stick-I know not what to do.
There is “infinite variety” in this one : the rush in the first line is like the burst of an overture at the Philharmonic Society. Who can read the second line without thinking of Sancho and his celestial goats—sky-tinctured ?
Hey diddle, diddle, a cat and a fiddle,
The goats jump'd over the moon;
And the cat ran away with the spoon. But if what we have quoted is fine, the next is still finer. What are all these things to Jack Horner and his Christmas-pye ? What infinite keeping and gusto there is in it !-(we use keeping and gusto in the sense of painters, and not merely to mean that he kept all the pye to himself, like a Tory,) or that he liked the taste of it—which Mr. Hunt tells us is the meaning of gusto.) What quiet enjoyment ! what serene repose ! There he sits, teres et rotundus, in the chiar oscuro, with his finger in the pye! All is satisfying, delicious, secure from intrusion, “solitary bliss !"
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating his Christmas-pye :
And said, " What a good boy am I !! What a pity that Rembrandt did light, and the green plum held up not paint this subject ! But perhaps over it, dropping sweets !-We think he did not know it. If he had painted we could paint it ourselves ! it, the picture would have been worth We are unwilling that anything any money. He would have smeared from our friend, C. P., Esquire, * all the canvass over with some rich, should come in at the fag-end of an honeyed, dark, bright, unctuous oil- article ; but, for the sake of enriching colour ; and, in the corner, you this one, we add a few lines from one would have seen, (obscurely radiant) of the Early French Poels, communithe
ure of Jack ; then there cated to C. P., by his friend Victoire, would have been the pye, flashing Vicomte de Soligny, whom he met in out of the picture in a blaze of golden Paris at the Cuffée des Milles Colonnes
* Alias Wictoire, Wicomte de Soligny. This Cockney wrote (as"ro w br: Mr. Colburn the bookseller have the misfortune to remember) Letters on England, under this title, which we demolished. We had then occasion to show that this impostor did not even know how French noblemen signed their names ; and we might have added, that his title-page proved he did not know a man's name from a woman's—Victor being evidently the word which C. P. Esq. was vainly endeavouring to spell. Victoire, Vicomte de soligny, sounds to a French ear just as Sally Lord Holland, would to an English one.