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the jokes and compliments of any body in the sweat of thy brows shalt thou eat who chose to stand on the steps of their bread. This penance was renewed on coach doors, which were very low, and the Sunday following, when the sacrathe ladies were not backward in repartee. ment was administered. The most anWhen they had no answer ready, a cient manner of observing Lent was to volley of sugar-plums generally repulsed refrain from all food till the evening : their besiegers. The ranks on the rais- for the change of diet, as of flesh for fish, ed footway, and the crowd below, were was not by the ancients, accounted a fast. in a continual roar of laughter, some . It is still a custom with some old peowith effusions of real humour. A few ple to wear black during Lent. fire-works were exhibited. On the

SAINT AGATIIA, FÉB, 5. whole, we were highly entertained with

St. Agatha suffered martyrdom under

S this grotesque amusement, and could not Decii

nor Decius in the year 251, but admire the perfect good-nature of the people, who could carry off such a Feb. 8, 1587.—MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS scene without the least disorder.'

BEHEADED. ASN WEDNESDAY, OR LENT, FEB. 4. This beautiful, accomplished, inter

The most rational and christian-like esting, and unfortunate woman, after beway of spending Lent, says Herrick, is ing ranked among the most abandoned not to show

of her sex for nearly two centuries, owing “ A downeast look, and sowre.

to the envy and malice of her rival * No; 'tis a fast to dole

cousin aud sister, Queen Elizabeth, has

at length found champions in Mr. Good“ Unto the hungry soule,

all, Mr. Tytler, and Mr. Whitaker, who " It is to fast from strife, “ From old debate,

have vindicated her character, and shown, * And hate ; " To circumcise thy life.

that, if, in some respects, she was impru“ To show a heart grief-rent ;

dent,-yet that she is more to be pitied

than censured, and more pure than her " And that's to keep thy Lent."

calumniators,—and that one of her Lent is not of apostolic institution, nor greatest errors was confiding in her who was it known in the earlier ages of the was seeking her life. Christian church. This day was former- On Tuesday the 7th of February, the ly called Caput Jejunii, the head of tbe earls of Shrewsbury and Kent arrived at fast, and Dies Cinerum, or Ash-Wed- Fotheringay, and, demanding access to nesday. The latter appellation is deriv- the queen, read in her presence the ed from the following custom in the dis- warrant for execution, and required her cipline of the ancient church. On the to prepare to die next morning. Mary first day of Lent the penitents were to heard them to the end without emotion, present themselves before the bishop, and crossing herself in the name of the clothed in sackcloth, with naked feet, and Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy eyes fixed upon the ground, in the pres- Ghost, “That soul,' said she,"is not ence of the principal part of the olergy worthy of the joys of heaven, which rebelonging to his diocese, who were pines because the body must endure the to be judges of the sincerity of their stroke of the executioner; and though I repentance. When these were introdu- did not expect that the queen of England ced in procession into church, the bishop would set the first example of violating and the clergy, all in tears, repeated the the sacred person of a sovereign prince, I seven pepetential psalms. Then rising willingly submit to that which Providence from prayers, they threw ashes upon has decreed to be my lot ;' and laying them, and covered their heads with sack- her hand, on a Bible, which happened clath ; declaring to them, with deep to be near her, she solemnly protested sighs, that as Adam was thrown out of that she was innocent of that conspiracy Paradise, so they must be driven from the wbich Babington had carried on against church. The bishop now commanded Elizabeth's life. She then mentioned the proper officers to turn them out of the requests contained in her letter to the church-doors ; and all the clergy fol- Elizabeth, but obtained no satisfactory lowed, repeating that curse upon Adam, answer. She entreated, with particular

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earnestness, that now, in her last moments, her neck; her beads at her girdle; and her almoner might be suffered to attend in her hand she carried a crucifix of her, and that she might enjoy the con- ivory. At the foot of the stairs the two solation of those pious institutions pre- earls, attended by several gentlemen from scribed by her religion. Even this the neighbouring counties, received her; favour, which is usually granted to the and there Sir Andrew Melvil, the master vilest criminal, was absolutely denied. of her household, who had been secluded

Her attendants, during this conver- for some weeks from her presence, was sation, were bathed in tears, and, though permitted to take his last farewel. At overawed by the presence of the two earls, the sight of a mistress whom he tenderly with difficulty suppressed their anguish; loved, in such a situation, he melted into but po sooner did Kent and Shrewsbury tears; and as he was bewailing her conwithdraw, than they ran to their mistress, dition, and complaining of his own hard and burst out into the most passionate fate, in being appointed to carry the acexpressions of tenderness and sorrow. count of such a mournful event into Mary, however, not only retained per- Scotland, Mary replied, • Wesp not, fect composure of mind, but endeavoured good Melvil : there is at present great to moderate their excessive grief; and cause for rejoicing. Thou shalt this day falling on her knees, with all her domes- see Mary Stewart delivered from all her tics around her, she thanked heaven that cares, and sucb an end put to her tedious her sufferings were now so near an end, sufferings as she bas long expected. and prayed that she might be enabled to Bear witoess that I die constant in my endure what still remained with decency religion; firm in my fidelity towards and with fortitude. The greater part of Scotland; and unchanged in my assection the evening she employed in settling her to France, Commend me to my son. worldly affairs. She wrote her testament Tell bim I have done nothing injurious with her own hand. Her money, her to his kingdom, to his honour, or to his jewels, and her clothes, she distributed rights; and God forgive all those who among her servants, according to their have thirsted, without cause, for my blood.' rank or merit. She wrote a short letter with much difficulty, and after many to the King of France, and another to entreaties, she prevailed on the two earls the Duke of Guise, full of tender but to allow Melvil, together with three of magnanimous sentiments, and recom- her men-servants and two of her maids, mended her soul to their prayers, and to attend her to the scaffold. It was her afficted servants to their protection, erected in the same hall where she had At supper she ate temperately, as usual, been tried, raised a little above the loor, and conversed not only with ease, but and covered, as well as the chair, the with cheerfulness; she drank to every cushion, and block, with black cloth. one of her servants, and asked their for- Mary mounted the steps with alacrity, giveness, if ever she had failed in any part beheld all this apparatiis of death with of her duty towards them. At her an unaltered countenance, and, signing wonted time she went to bed, and slept herself with the cross, she sat down in calmly a few hours. Early in the morn- the chair. Beale read the warrant for ing she retired into her closel, and ein- execution with a loud voice, to which ployed a considerable time in devotion, she listened with a careless air, and like At eight o'clok the high sheriff and his one occupied in other thoughts. Then officers entered her chamber, and found the Dean of Peterborough hegan a ber still kneeling at the aitar. She im- devont discourse, suitable to her present mediately started up, and with a majes- condition, and offered up prayers to tic mien, and a countenance updismayed, leaven in her behalf; but she declared and even cheerful, advanced towards that sbe could not in conscience hearken the place of execution, leading on two of to the one, nor join with the other, and, Paulet's attendants. She was dressed in falling on her knees, repeated a Latin a mouroing habit, but with an elegance prayer. When the dean had finished and splendour which she bad long laid his devotions, she, with an avdible voiie, aside, except on a few festival days. An and in the English tonglie, recorrmended agnus dei bung by a pomander chain at unto God the alllicted state of the churclı,

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Explanation of Saints' Days, remarkable Events, &c. (vol. 2 and prayed for prosperity to her son, and of a lady of Bruges, to whom he was atfor a long life and peaceable reign to tached. Elizabeth. She declared that she hoped

EMBER WEEK, FEB. 11. for mercy only through the death of The Ember days are the Wednesday, Christ, at the foot of whose image she Friday, and Saturday after the first Sunnow willingly shed her blood; and, day in Lent, and after the 13th of Delifting up and kissing the crucifix, she cember. It is enjoined by a canon of the thus addressed it: As thy arms, 0 church, that Deacons and Ministers be Jesus, were extended on the cross ; so ordained but only on the Sundays immewith the outstretched arms of thy mercy diately following these Ember feasts.' receive me, and forgive my sins !

SAINT VALENTINE, FEB. 14. She then prepared for the block, by Valentine was an antient presbyter of taking off her veil and upper garments; the church: he suffered martyrdom in and one of the executioners rudely enthe persecution under Claudius II, at deavouring to assist, she gently checked Rome; being beaten with clubs, and him, and said, with a smile that she had then beheaded, about the year 270. not been accustomed to undress before

“ The day Saint Valentine, so many spectators, nor to be served by

When maids are brisk, and at the break of day such valets. With calm but undaunted

Start up and turn their pillows, curious all

To know what happy swain the fates provide fortitude she laid her neck on the block; A mate for life. Then follows thick discharge and while one executioner held her hands, Of true-love knots and sonnets nicely penned, the other, at the second stroke, cut off

But to the learned critic's eye po verse, her head, which, falling out of its attire,

But prose distracted."*

HURDIS, discovered her hair already growo quite

The tirst inventor of this custom (obgrey with cares and sorrows. The exe

serves Mr. Hutchinson) must have been cutioner held it up still streaming with

in some benevolent female, who studied to

is encourage the intercourse of the sexes; perish all Queen Elizabeth's enemies,'

ime for by such means intimacies might arise, ihe Earl of Kent alone answered, Amen. !

productive of love and marriage engage. The rest of the spectators continued

ments : or otherwise the first design of silent, and drowned in tears; being in

those lots was, that those who shared in capable at that moment of any other sen

the dances, and diversions, might have timents but those of pity or admiration.*

their proper partners assigned, without FEB.9,1555.-BISHOP HOOPER BURNT.

hazarding the confusion and displeasure This venerable man, one of the first

which must necessarily arise in the lib. victims of the bloody Mary,' was sente

erty of choice. under the guard of a troop of horse a

The following beautiful stanzas by Mrs. Robinson

are an exception towards Gloucester, where it was deter No tales of love to you I send, mined that he should be burnt in the

No hidden flame discover,

I glory in the name of friend, midst of his affectionate and sorrowful

Disclaiming that of lover,

And now, while each fond sighing youth flock. Being led to the stake, he was Repeats his vows of love and truth, not suffered to speak to the weeping

Attend to this advice of mine

With caution choose a Valentine. crowd, and was there used in the most Heed not the fop, who loves himself, barbarous manner; for the fire being

Nor let the rake your love obtain,

Choose not the miser for his pell, made of green wood, his lower limbs

The drunkard heed with coid disdain ;

The profligate with caution shun, were slowly consumed, while his vitals llis race of ruin soon is run :

To none of these your heart incline, were unaffected, and he underwent the Nor choose from them a Valentine. most dreadful torments for above three

But should some generous youth appear,

Whose honest mind is void of art, quarters of an hour. He bore them, Who shall his Maker's laws revere, however, with admirable patience and

And serve him with a willing heart;

Who owns fair Virtue for bis guide, fortitude, and the last words which he Nor from her precepts turns aside;

To him at once your heart resign, was able to utier were, · Lord Jesus, And bless your faithful Valentine. receive my spirit!'

Though in this wilderness below

You still imperfect bliss shall find, FEB. 10, 1430,-GOLDEN FLEECE.

Yet sneh a friend will share ench woe,

And bid you be to Heaven resigned: This order was instituted by Philip While Faith unfolds the radiant prize, the Good, Duke of Burgundy, in honour

And Hope still points beyond the shies,
At life's dark storms you'll not reping,
But bless the day of l airntine.

Tone Preceptorin


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From the Literary Gazette, Oct. 18, 1817. He, who has not enough, for these to spare,

Of time, or gold, may yet amend his heart, GUY LUSIGNAN.

And teach bis soul, by brooks, and rivers

fair: The Moslem Bridal Song, in our last Number Nature is always wise in every part. having excited much admiration, we have Oct. 1817. great pleasure in presenting our readers with the following not unworthy compinion to it, from the same distinguished pen

From the European Magazine.

THE PEARL ISLAND. T OOK on that bed, ---the fetter bung 1 Abover--the mat across it flung;

A PRAGMENT. There sleeps a slave the last, long sleep! By the author of the “ Legends of Lampidosa,” &c.) That eye within its socket deep, That fallen nostril, lip like stone,

THE sun looks from his tent of gold Tell that he's clay, dust, air,---is gone!

1 On Caspia's waters calm and cold, This was some outrast, sent in scorn

And on that glitt'ring bark that greets Among life's strugglers--to be born--

The south-gale with its store of sweets, A thing, to totter on, a slave,

Like the gay raft to ocean's king Till chance unloosed him for the grave!

Maldivia's fragrant offering :--

Alone it comes---a fragrant boat, He was a King !---aye, come and gaze

Rich with a thonsand painted flow'rs On the old man ! There lived a blaze

From the sweet depths of Persian bow'rs, Of glory in the eye-ball hid

And that most precious amber kept Beneath the pall of that dark lid ;

From tears by faithful sea-doves wept. There sate upon that pallid brow

Slowly and safe its treasures float, A crown! but earth no more sball know

Tho' heImless and without a guide The lustre of thy diadem--- .

It skims along the sparkling tide, City of God! Jerusalem!

As the bright taper fed with balm, His life was splendid toil, he bound

That maids send when the sea is calm,
No roses in the golden round;

Glides in a cocoa's perfum'd shell
His hands are scarred ;---not all the stain With sweets (as Georgian legends tell),
Offetters --- Ascalop's red plain,

To trace a wand'ring lover's track,
The Moslem mother's howl can tell,

And tempt the waves to urge him back. Before whose lance her first-born fell :

But in that floating cradle lies And thicker scars are on his breast,

A maid, whose blue half-opening eyes But lift not now that peasant vest;

Migbt seem the buds of Paradise, Be reverent to the old, the braye,

Whence guardian Peris come to cull The champion of the Saviour's grave!

The dews that virgin sleepers lull.--Yet be bad joy before he died.

She smiles, and where her cheek reposes 'One bright, swift gleam of love and pride. A blush steals o'er the silver roses ; Like visions sent to gild the gloom,

And the soft clioging jasmine keeps Ere the pale martyr met the tomb,

Her balmy breathing while she sleeps. Ile saw his royal infants,--felt

It is the Spirit of Peace !----and where The warrior and the beauty inelt

Will this sweet bark its treasure bear? to his weak arms ;--- Earth bad no more ;--

It rests not in tbe golden bay
Blessing he died his course was o'er!

Where Caspia's secret treasures lay,

Nor where the laughing sea-maids light
With insect-lamps the glowing waves

That glide above their diamond caves,
Pron: the Gentleman's Magazine,

Till the rich surface burns more bright

Than that fam'd crystal pavement spread SONNET,

O'er gems, for Saba's queen to tread. To a Bird, that haunted the waters of LACKEN,

But Peace, a spirit pure and fair,

finds not her promis'd haven there : in the Winter. By Lord TRURLOW.

The demon of the death-mnie dwells
O MELANCHOLY bird, a winter's day, In that false bay of floating gold;

Thou standest by the margin of the And Pleasure's syren daughters hold
pool ;

_Their revel in those glassy cells.--And taught by God, dost thy whole being There is a city dimly seen

Beneath the deep sea's mirror green,
To Patience, which all evil can allay: Where spiry roofs and trellis'd walls,
Ciod has appointed thee the fish thy prey; And the long pomp of pillared halls,

And giv'i thyself a lesson to the fool Seem like some eastern forest's pride,
Uncbrifty, to submit to moral rule,

By emeralds mock'd below the tide ;
And his unthinking course by thee to weigh. Oř like Formosa's kindred isle,
There deed not schools nor the professor's Stol'n by an envious sea-maid's guile,

With gerns in many a column'd heap, Though these be good, true wisdom to ima To tempt the diver to the deep.

But the mild Spirit rests not there,


part :

360 Original Poetry

(vol. 2 For that sunk city is the wreck

Unconscious babe! I would not wisk
Of glorious pomp, which war-fiends deck Thy deep repose to break;
The fearless veuturer to soare,

Better in peace to slumber there,
Who'midst those glitt'ring wrecks shall perish, Than like thy mother wake.
Where only mimic palm-trees fourish, Sleep on, sleep on, my darling babe !
Or snatch ambition's prize to gem

Till Heaven's resistless voice His thankless monarch's diadem.

Shall rouse the slumb'rers of the tomb,
Far, far from thence the mild waves carl,

And bid thy soul rejoice.
Where softly swells the Isle of Pearl,
The white isle of the blissful west,

Sweet child! thine infant eyes had scarce The bome of spirits pure and blest.

Beheld life's op'ning dawo, Nor gold, nor incense, nor the flow'rs

Than thou wert fatherless, and I
That tempt fond Sloth in fading bow'rs.

A widow left to mourn.
Dwell on that shore ; but all things fair, Nor e'en the last sad grief was giv'n,
Gentle, and pure, are treasur'd there.

His dying form to see ;
The hearts of mothers, and the dreams He fell apoy a foreign shore,
Of logocence when life is young ;

Unwept by all but me.
The first rich radiant hope that gleams Henry ! thy nature suited ill
On the proud bard whose harp is strung

The battle's stormy rage.
In honour's praise ; and that sweet thought Then wherefore go, my only love,
That longest, deepest, richest lies

The bloody war to wage!
In souls whose secret sacrifice

How happier I, didst thou repose Is by the shining world unbought :--

Beside our infant son.
And sisters' loves, and those dear cares

Than buried thus in field of strife,
That give paternal Age repose ;
And the bland charities that close

Where bloody deeds were done.
The silver veil weak Nature wears,

Bat, ah ! to Heav'n's eternal throne All shrin'd within this boly bound,

My ceaseless prayer sball rise, Pure in eternal light are found.

That yet our parted souls may meet The boat is moor'd--the Seraph-maid

In yonder blissful skies.” On this blest isle has found a shade

She paus'd---for now the glimm'riog cast Beneath the bow'r of Charity,

Disturbid the friendly gloom ; That like the balsam-raining tee

Then slowly sought with bleeding heart
Sheds life and freshness on wbate'er

Hei chang'd and cheerless home.
Blooms its ambrosial shadow near;
And there to mortal eyes unknown
Peace builds her everlasting throne-
But often o'er that summer-tide,

From the Monthly Review, October 1817. Without a helm, without a guide,

Youth's boat of flow'rs returns again
To seek the Isle of Pearl* in vain.

October 1817.

Man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?"

JOB T. AND where is he? not by the side

A Whose every want he loved to tend : From the Eclectie Review.

Not o'er those valleys wandering wide,

Where, sweetly lost, he oft would weod; THE SOLDIER'S WIDOW

That form belov'd he marks no more,
AT THE GRAVE OF HER ONLY CHILD. Those scenes admired no more shall see,

Those scenes are lovely as before,

And she as fair ;---but where is he? « TN vain for me may summer's glow

No, no, the radiance is not dim,
Make blooming nature smile ;

That used to gild his favourite hill,
In vain may all the charms of spring

The pleasures that were dear to him, Adorn our happy isle.

Are dear to life and nature still ; In vain for me may zephyrs kiss

But ah! his home is not as fair, The lily's spotless breast;

Neglected must bis gardens be, In vain for me the blushing rose

The lilies droop and wither there, In beauty's garb be dress'd ;

And seem to whisper, " where is be ?" In vain for me may pebbly brooks

His was the pomp, the crowded hall, And winding streamlets run ;

But where is now this proud display? In vain for me the rising morn,

His riches, honours, pleasures, all

Desire conld frame :--but where are ther? Io vain the setting sun. My world is yonder little grave,

And he, as some tall rock that stands

Protected by the circling sea,
My all its parrow space :

Surrounded by admiring bands,
My only child reposes there,
Lock'd in Death's cold embrace.

Seem'd proudly strong--and where is he? Yet peace is thine, sweet innocent!

The church-yard bears an added stone, By care nor grief o, press'd ;

The fire-side shows a vacant chair, Thou sleep'st regardless of the pangs

Here sadness Uwells and weeps alone,
That read thy mother's breast.

And death displays his banner there ;
The life is gone, the breath has fied,

And what has been no more shall be ; • The Islet once known to maripers ly this naine, The well-known form, the welcome tread, said to have disappeared,

Oh where are they, and where is he:

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