The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 17, No. 471, January 15, 1831 by Various

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VOL. XVII, NO. 471.] SATURDAY, JANUARY 15, 1831 [PRICE 2d.
CASTLE OF VINCENNES.
CASTLE OF VINCENNES.
Every reader at all conversant with the history of the present century, or the past year, will appreciate our
choice of the above Engraving. Its pictorial and historical interest will not bear comparison; unless it be in the
strong contrast which the gloomy, wretched-looking building affords with the beautiful paysage of the scene.
The spectator may perhaps reflect on the damning deeds which the cruelty and ambition of man have
perpetrated in the Castle, then turn for relief to the gaiety—nay, the dancing life and bustle of other portions
of the picture—and lastly confess that the composition, slight as it is, abounds with lights and shadows that
strike forcibly on every beholder.
To be more explicit—the Castle of Vincennes was formerly a royal palace of the French court: it then
dwindled to a state-prison; in its fosse, March 21, 1804, the Duke d'Enghien was murdered, the grave in the
ditch on the left being where the body of the ill-starred victim was thrown immediately after being shot. The
reader knows this act as one of the bloody deeds—the damned spots—of Bonaparte's career; that,
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subsequently, by order of the Bourbons, the remains of the duke were disinterred, and removed to the chapel
of the Castle; and that the place has since become interesting as the prison of Prince Polignac and the
Ex-ministers of Charles X. previous to their trial after the revolution in Paris, July, 1830.
Before proceeding further, we ought to acknowledge the original of the above print. In 1816, a few days after
the removal of the bones of the Duke d'Enghien, an ingenious gentleman, Mr. G. Shepheard, was on the spot,
and made a drawing for his portfolio. He was interrupted in his task by the guard, and notwithstanding the
explanation of his harmless motive, was removed within the Castle: for those were days of political jealousy
and suspicion. The Governor of the prison chanced to be acquainted with a friend who accompanied the artist;
an explanation was given, and instead of a dreary lodging in one of the cells of the Castle, the "arrested"
partook of a substantial dejeuné in one of its best apartments. Mr. Shepheard brought the sketch with him to
England, and, upon the frequent mention of the [pg 34] Castle of Vincennes during the recent affair of the
French ministry, he caused the drawing to be lithographed by Mr. W. Day. As this has not been done with a
view to profit, we may mention that the drawing is to be purchased at a cheap rate, of the printsellers. Our
copy has been made by permission of the artist, and we take this method of thanking him, as well as
distinguishing his praiseworthy enthusiasm. By the way, there is a print of the Castle of Vincennes and the
Execution of the Duke d'Enghien, in the Life of Napoleon, in the Family Library. The Castle, as there
represented, is about as like that of Mr. Shepheard's drawing as the publisher's house in Albemarle-street. This
hint may probably not be lost upon the editor of the "Family" Life in his next edition.
The History of the Castle deserves detail; and we copy it from the last edition of our friend Galignani's Picture
of Paris:—
Vincennes is a large village about four miles east of Paris, famous for its forest, called the Bois de Vincennes,
and its ancient royal chateau. The forest appears to have existed long before the chateau, and to have been
much more extensive than at present. Philip Augustus surrounded it with strong and thick walls in 1283, when
Henry III. of England, presented to him a great number of stags, deer, wild boars, and other animals for the
sports of the chase. That monarch, taking pleasure in sporting, built a country seat at Vincennes, which was
known by the name of Regale manerium, or the royal manor. Louis IX. often visited Vincennes, and used to
sit under an oak in the forest to administer justice. In 1337, Philippe de Valois demolished the ancient
building, and laid the foundations of that which still exists, and which was completed by his royal successors.
The chateau forms a parallelogram of large dimensions; round it were formerly nine towers, of which eight
were demolished to the level of the wall in 1814. That which remains, called the tour de l'Horloge, is a lofty
square tower which forms the entrance. The Donjon is a detached building on the side towards Paris, and has
a parapet for its defence. Deep ditches lined with stone surround the chateau. The chapel called la Sainte
Chapelle, built by Charles V. stands in the second court to the right. It is a beautiful specimen of Gothic
architecture. The interior is remarkable for its windows of coloured glass, by Cousin, after the designs of
Raphael. They formerly were numerous, but only seven now remain. The high altar is entirely detached and
consists of four Gothic columns of white marble; its front is ornamented with small figures. The balustrade
which separates the choir is also Gothic, and of white marble. To the left of the altar is a monument, after the
designs of Deseine, to the memory of the unfortunate Duke d'Enghien. It consists of four erect full length
statues in beautiful white marble. The prince appears supported by religion. The other figures represent, the
one, France in tears, having at her feet a globe enriched with fleurs de lis, and holding in her hand a broken
sceptre; and the other fanaticism armed with a dagger, and in the attitude of striking her victim. The statue of
the prince is replete with dignity and expression; that of religion is remarkably fine; near her is a gilt cross,
and upon her head is a golden crown. A trophy, in bronze, formed of the arms of the prince and the ecu of the
house of Condé fills up the interval between the figures of the foreground.
Henry V. King of England, the hero of Agincourt, died at Vincennes, in 1422.
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Louis XI. enlarged and embellished the chateau, which he made his favourite residence. It was in the reign of
that cruel and superstitious prince, about the year 1472, that the Donjon of Vincennes became a state prison.
Charles IX. died at this chateau in 1574.
In the reign of Louis XIII. Mary de Medicis, his mother, built the magnificent gallery still in existence; and
Louis XIII. commenced the two large buildings to the south, which were finished by Louis XIV.
In 1661, Cardinal Mazarin died at Vincennes. The Duke of Orleans, when regent of the kingdom, continued to
live in the Palais Royal; and therefore, in order to have the young king, Louis XV. near him, he fixed his
majesty's residence, in the first year of his reign (1715) at Vincennes, till the palace of the Tuileries could be
prepared for him. In 1731, the trees in the forest of Vincennes being decayed with age, were felled, and acorns
were sown in a regular manner through the park, from which have sprung the oaks which now form one of the
most shady and agreeable woods in the neighbourhood of Paris.
Vincennes, though no longer a royal residence, continued to be a state-prison. Here the celebrated Mirabeau
was confined from 1777 to 1780; and wrote, [pg 35] during that time, besides other works, his Lettres à
Sophie. This prison having become nearly useless, during the reign of the unfortunate Louis XVI., it was
thrown open to the public in 1784. During the early stages of the revolution, Vincennes was used as a place of
confinement for disorderly women.
Under Bonaparte, it again became a state prison; and a more horrible despotism appears to have been
exercised within its walls than at any former period. The unfortunate Duke d'Enghien, who was arrested in
Germany on the 15th of March, 1804, having been conducted to Vincennes on the 20th, at five in the evening,
was condemned to death the same night by a military commission, and shot at half-past four on the following
morning, in one of the ditches of the castle. His body was interred on the spot where he fell. On the 20th of
March, 1816, the eve of the anniversary of his death, a search having been made for his remains, by order of
Louis XVIII., they were discovered, and placed with religious care in a coffin, which was transported into the
same room of the chateau in which the council of war condemned him to death, where it remained till the
Gothic chapel was repaired and a monument erected to receive it. On the coffin is this inscription.—Ici est le
corps du très-haut, très-puissant prince, Louis Antoine Henri de Bourbon, Duc d'Enghien, Prince du Sang,
Pair de France. Mort à Vincennes, le 21 Mars, 1804, à l'âge de 31 ans, 7 mois, 18 jours.
Beyond this descriptive notice of the last-mentioned event, little need be said. The reader who wishes to
pursue the subject further may with advantage consult Sir Walter Scott's Life of Napoleon, vol. v., and No. 5
of the Appendix to that work. The political worshippers of Napoleon have set up, or rather attempted, many
points of defence. That the Duke's grave was dug before the judgment was pronounced, has been denied by
Savary. Sir Walter Scott in a note says, "This is not of much consequence. The illegal arrest—the precipitation
of the mock-trial—the disconformity of the sentence from the proof—the hurry of the execution—all prove
the unfortunate prince was doomed to die long before he was brought before the military commission." The
affair is similarly regarded in the Life of Napoleon in the Family Library, where the writer emphatically says,
"If ever man was murdered, it was the Duke d'Enghien." Fouché's remark on this act has even passed into a
proverb: "It was worse than a crime—it was a blunder." Lastly, although many pages have been written on
Napoleon's conduct, his anxiety to justify or clear up his conduct on this occasion is not less worthy of
attention.
We pass from this atrocious incident in the history of the prison-house to its last eventful scene, which is
closely associated with the political mischief of the past year in France—the imprisonment of the ministers of
Charles X. which has been too recently described in the journals of the day to render necessary its repetition.
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ANECDOTE GALLERY
PETRARCH AND DANTE.

(For the Mirror.)
Petrarch had a gay and captivating exterior: his complexion was fair, with sparkling blue eyes, and a ready
smile. He was very amusing on the subject of his own coxcombry; and tells us how cautiously he used to turn
the corner of a street, lest the wind should disorder the elaborate curls of his fine hair! Dante, too, was in his
youth eminently handsome, but in a style of beauty that was characteristic of his mind: his eyes were large and
intensely black; his nose aquiline; his complexion of a dark olive; his hair and beard very much curled; his
step slow and measured; and the habitual expression of his countenance grave, with a tinge of melancholy
abstraction. When Petrarch walked the streets of Avignon, the women smiled, and said, "There goes the lover
of Laura!" The impression which Dante left, on those who beheld him was far different. In allusion to his own
personal appearance, he used to relate an incident that once occurred to him. When years of persecution and
exile had added to the natural sternness of his countenance, the deep lines left by grief, and the brooding spirit
of vengeance; he happened to be at Verona, where, since the publication of his Inferno, he was well known.
Passing one day by a portico, wherein several women were seated, one of them whispered, with a look of awe;
"Do you see that man? that is he who goes does down to Hell whenever he pleases, and brings us back tidings
of the sinners below."
"Ay, indeed!" replied her companion; "very likely; see how his face is scarred with fire and brimstone, and
blackened with smoke, and how his hair [pg 36] and beard have been singed and curled in the flames!"
BETA.
CHESS.
(For the Mirror.)
Colonel Stewart used frequently to play at chess with Lord Stair, who was very fond of the game; but an
unexpected checkmate used to put his lordship into such a passion, that he was ready to throw a candlestick or
any thing else that was near him, at his adversary; for which reason the colonel always took care to be on his
feet, to fly to the farthest corner of the room, where he said, "checkmate, my lord."
Tamerlane the Great.
The game of chess has been generally practised by the greatest warriors and generals; and some have even
supposed that it was necessary to be well skilled in it. Tamerlane the Great was engaged in a game during the
very time of the decisive battle with Bajazet, the Turkish emperor, who was defeated and taken prisoner.
Al Amin, the Khalif of Bagdad.
It is related of Al Amin, the Khalif of Bagdad, that he was engaged at chess with his freedman Kuthar, at the
time when Al Manim's forces were carrying on the siege of that city, with so much vigour, that it was on the
point of being carried by assault. The Khalif, when warned of his danger, cried out, "Let me alone, for I see
Checkmate against Kuthar."
King John
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Was engaged at chess when the deputies from Rouen came to acquaint him that their city was besieged by
Philip Augustus; but he would not hear them until he had finished the game.
Ferrand Count of Flanders
Having been accustomed to amuse himself at chess with his wife, and being constantly beaten by her, a
mutual hatred took place, which came to such a height, that when the count was taken prisoner at Bovines, she
suffered him to remain a long time in prison, though she could easily have procured his release.
Boi, the Syracusan,
Was a very famous player at chess, and very much considered in the court of Spain, under King Philip II. He
received many fine presents from that prince. Having the misfortune to be taken by the corsairs, and to see
himself reduced to slavery, he found means to make those Turkish and savage men tractable, by his skill at
chess. They admired him for it, treated him civilly, and exacted no other ransom from him than the lessons he
gave them for some time in that game.
Two Persians had engaged in such deep play, that the whole fortune of one was gained by his opponent. He
who played the white was the ruined man, and, made desperate by his loss, offered his favourite wife as his
last stake. The game was carried on until he would have been check-mated by his adversary's next move. The
lady, who had observed the game from the window above, cried out to her husband, "to sacrifice his castle
and save his wife."
Situation of the Game.
White. Black.
W. King at its Rook, 4th square. B. King at the B. Queen's Knight's square.
W. Bishop at W. King's, 4th square. B. Queen at the King's Knight's 2nd square.
W. Rook at W. Queen's Rook, 2nd square. B. Rook at King's Knight's square.
Two White Pawns, one at B. Queen's Bishop's 3rd B. Rook at the W. Queen's Knight's 2nd square.
square, the other at its Knight's 3rd square.
White. Black.
1st Rook to the B. Queen's Rook's square checking. 1. B. King takes the Rook.
2nd The Pawn at the B. Queen's Bishop's 3rd square,
which discovers check-mate.
J.H.L.
SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
EARLY RISING.
I had the pleasure of spending the last Christmas holidays, very agreeably, with a family at Bristol. I am aware
that those who have heard nothing of the Bristolians, save through George Frederick Cooke's satire on them,1
will be [pg 37] amazed at any one's venturing to bring together, in the same sentence, three such words as
"agreeably," "Bristol," and "pleasure;" but I declare it, on my own knowledge, that there is in that city one
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family, which for good sense, good humour, pleasantry, and kindness, is not to be out-done by any in Great
Britain. "The blood of an African," indeed! There is not one amongst them, not excepting the ladies—no, nor
even excepting Miss Adelaide herself (albeit she sweeten her coffee after the French fashion), who would not
relinquish the use of sugar for ever, rather than connive at the suffering of one poor negro. The family I allude
to are the Norringtons. As a rigid recorder, I speak only to what I positively know: there may be others of
equal value.
Having an appointment of some importance, for the eighth of January, in London, I had settled that my visit
should terminate on Twelfth-night. On the morning of that festive occasion I had not yet resolved on any
particular mode of conveyance to town: when, walking along Broad-street, my attention was brought to the
subject by the various coach-advertisements which were posted on the walls. The "Highflyer" announced its
departure at three in the afternoon—a rational hour; the "Magnet" at ten in the morning—somewhat of the
earliest; whilst the "Wonder" was advertised to start every morning at five precisely!!!—a glaring
impossibility. We know that in our enterprising country adventures are sometimes undertaken, in the spirit of
competition, which are entirely out of the common course of things: thus, one man will sell a bottle of
blacking for ninepence with the charitable intention of ruining his neighbour (so think the worthy public) who
has the audacity to charge his at a shilling—the intrinsic value of the commodity being in either case, a
fraction less than five farthings. Such a manoeuvre, however, is tolerable; but the attempt to ruin a respectable
vehicle, professing to set out on its journey at the reputable hour of three in the afternoon, by pretending to
start a coach at five o'clock in the morning, was an imposition "tolerable" only in Dogberry's sense of the
word—it was "not to be endured." And then, the downright absurdity of the undertaking! for admitting that
the proprietors might prevail on some poor idiot to act as coachman, where were they to entrap a dozen mad
people for passengers? We often experience an irresistible impulse to interfere, in some matter, simply
because it happens to be no business of ours; and the case in question being, clearly, no affair of mine, I
resolved to inquire into it. I went into the coach-office, expecting to be told, in answer to my very first
question, that the advertisement was altogether a ruse de guerre.
"So, sir," said I to the book-keeper, "you start a coach, to London, at five in the morning?"
"Yes, sir," replied he—and with the most perfect nonchalance!
"You understand me? At five?—in the MORNING?" rejoined I, with an emphasis sufficiently expressive of
doubt.
"Yes, sir; five to a minute—two minutes later you'll lose your place."
This exceeded all my notions of human impudence. It was evident I had here an extraordinary mine to work,
so I determined upon digging into it a few fathoms deeper.
"And would you, now, venture to book a place for me?"
"Let you know directly, sir. (Hand down the Wonder Lunnun-book, there.) When for, sir?"
I stood aghast at the fellow's coolness.—"To-morrow."
"Full outside, sir; just one place vacant, in."
The very word, "outside," bringing forcibly to my mind the idea of ten or a dozen shivering creatures being
induced, by any possible means, to perch themselves on the top of a coach, on a dark, dull, dingy, drizzling
morning in January, confirmed me in my belief that the whole affair was, what is vulgarly called, a "take-in."
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"So you will venture then to book a place for me?"
"Yes, sir, if you please."
"And, perhaps, you will go so far as to receive half my fare?"
"If you please, sir—one-pound-two."
"Well, you are an extraordinary person! Perhaps, now—pray be attentive—perhaps, now, you will carry on
the thing so far as to receive the whole?"
"If you please, sir—two-pound-four."
I paid him the money: observing at the same time, and in a tone calculated to impress his imagination with a
vivid picture of attorneys, counsel, judge, and jury—"You shall hear from me again."
"If you please, sir; to-morrow morning, at five punctual—start to a minute, sir—thank'ee, sir—good morning,
sir." And this he uttered without a blush.
"To what expedients," thought I, as I left the office, "will men resort, for the purpose of injuring their
neighbours. Here is one who exposes [pg 38] himself to the consequences of an action at law, or, at least, to
the expense of sending me to town, in a chaise and four, at a reasonable hour of the day; and all for so paltry
an advantage as that of preventing my paying a trifling sum to a rival proprietor—and on the preposterous
pretence, too, of sending me off at five in the morning!"
The first person I met was my friend Mark Norrington, and—Even now, though months have since
rolled over my head, I shudder at the recollection of the agonies I suffered; when assured by him of the
frightful fact, that I had, really and truly, engaged myself to travel in a coach, which, really and truly, did start
at five in the morning. But as the novel-writers of the good old Minerva school used, in similar cases, to say,
"in pity to my sympathising reader's feelings, I must draw the mysterious veil of concealment over my, oh!
too acute sufferings!" These, I must own, were, in no little degree, aggravated by the manner of my friend.
Mark, as a sort of foil to his many excellent qualities, has one terrible failing: it is a knack of laughing at one's
misfortunes; or, to use his own palliating phrase, he has a habit of looking at the ridiculous side of things.
Ridiculous! Heavens! as if any one possessing a spark of humanity could perceive anything to excite his mirth
in the circumstance of a fellow-creature's being forced out of his bed at such an hour! After exhibiting many
contortions of the mouth, produced by a decent desire to maintain a gravity suitable to the occasion, he, at
length, burst into a loud laugh; and exclaiming (with a want of feeling I shall never entirely forget) "Well, I
wish you joy of your journey—you must be UP at four!"—away he went. It may be asked why I
did not forfeit my forty-four shillings, and thus escape the calamity. No; the laugh would have been too much
against me: so, resolving to put a bold face on the matter, I—I will not say I walked—positively
swaggered about the streets of Bristol, for an hour or two, with all the self-importance of one who has already
performed some extraordinary exploit, and is conscious that the wondering gaze of the multitude is directed
towards him. Being condemned to the miseries, it was but fair that I should enjoy the honours of the
undertaking. To every person I met, with whom I had the slightest acquaintance, I said aloud, "I start at five
to-morrow morning!" at the same time adjusting my cravat and pulling up my collar: and I went into three or
four shops, and purchased trifles, for which I had no earthly occasion, for the pure gratification of my
vain-glory, in saying—"Be sure you send them to-night, for I start at five in the morning!" But beneath
all this show of gallantry, my heart like that of many another hero on equally desperate occasions—my
heart was ill at ease. I have often thought that my feelings, for the whole of that distressing afternoon, must
have been very like those of a person about to go, for the first time, up in a balloon. I returned to Reeves'
Hotel, College-green, where I was lodging. "I'll pack my portmanteau (the contents of which were scattered
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about in the drawers, on the tables, and on the chairs)—that will be so much gained on the enemy,"
thought I; but on looking at my watch, I found I had barely time to dress for dinner; the Norrington's, with
whom I was engaged, being punctual people. "No matter; I'll pack it to-night." 'Twas well I came to that
determination; for the instant I entered the drawing-room, Mrs. Norrington rang the bell, and just said to the
servant who appeared at its summons—"Dinner:" a dissyllable which, when so uttered, timed, and
accompanied, is a polite hint that the dinner has not been improved by your late arrival.
My story, however, had arrived there before me; and I must do my friends the justice to say, that all that
kindness could do for me, under the circumstances, was done. Two or three times, indeed, Mark looked at me
full in the face, and laughed outright, without any apparent cause for such a manifestation of mirth; and once
when, after a few glasses of wine, I had almost ceased to think of the fate that awaited me, Miss Adelaide
suddenly inquired, "Do you really start at five?—isn't that rather early?"—"Rather," replied I,
with all the composure I could assume. But for a smile, and a sly look at her papa, I might have attributed the
distressing question to thoughtlessness, rather than a deliberate desire to inflict pain. To parody a well-known
line, I may say that, upon the whole—
"To me this Twelfth-night was no night of mirth."
Before twelve o'clock, I left a pleasant circle, revelling in all the delights of Twelfth-cake, pam-loo,
king-and-queen, and forfeits, to pack my portmanteau,
"And inly ruminate the morning's danger!"
The individual who, at this time, so ably filled the important office of "Boots," at the hotel, was a character.
Be it [pg 39] remembered that, in his youth, he had been discharged from his place for omitting to call a
gentleman, who was to go by one of the morning coaches, and who, thereby, missed his journey. This
misfortune made a lasting impression on the intelligent mind of Mr. Boots.
"Boots," said I in a mournful tone, "you must call me at four o'clock."
"Do'ee want to get up, zur?" inquired he, with a broad Somersetshire twang.
"Want indeed! no; but I must."
"Well, zur, I'll carl 'ee; but will 'ee get up when I do carl?"
"Why, to be sure I will."
"That be all very well to zay over-night, zur; but it bean't at all the zame thing when marnen do come. I knoa
that of old, zur. Gemmen doan't like it, zur, when the time do come—that I tell 'ee."
"Like it! who imagines they should?"
"Well, zur, if you be as sure to get up as I be to carl 'ee, you'll not knoa what two minutes arter vore means in
your bed. Sure as ever clock strikes, I'll have 'ee out, dang'd if I doan't! Good night, zur;" and exit Boots.
"And now I'll pack my portmanteau."
It was a bitter cold night, and my bed-room fire had gone out. Except the rush-candle, in a pierced tin box, I
had nothing to cheer the gloom of a very large apartment—the walls of which (now dotted all over by
the melancholy rays of the rush-light, as they struggled through the holes of the box) were of dark-brown
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wainscoat—but one solitary wax taper. There lay coats, trousers, linen, books, papers,
dressing-materials, in dire confusion, about the room. In despair I set me down at the foot of the bed, and
contemplated the chaos around me. My energies were paralyzed by the scene. Had it been to gain a kingdom,
I could not have thrown a glove into the portmanteau; so, resolving to defer the packing till the morrow, I got
into bed.
My slumbers were fitful—disturbed. Horrible dreams assailed me. Series of watches, each pointing to
the hour of FOUR, passed slowly before me—then, time-pieces—dials, of a larger
size—and at last, enormous steeple-clocks, all pointing to FOUR, FOUR, FOUR. "A change came o'er
the spirit of my dream," and endless processions of watchmen moved along, each mournfully dinning in my
ears, "Past four o'clock." At length I was attacked by night-mare. Methought I was an hourglass—old
Father Time bestrode me—he pressed upon me with unendurable weight—fearfully and
threateningly did wave his scythe above my head—he grinned at me, struck three blows, audible blows,
with the handle of his scythe, on my breast, stooped his huge head, and shrieked in my ear—
"Vore o'clock, zur; I zay it be vore o'clock."
"Well, I hear you."
"But I doan't hear you. Vore o'clock, zur."
"Very well, very well, that'll do."
"Beggin' your pardon, but it woan't do, zur. 'Ee must get up—past vore zur."
"The devil take you! will you—"
"If you please, zur; but 'ee must get up. It be a good deal past vore—no use for 'ee to grumble, zur;
nobody do like gettin' up at vore o'clock as can help it; but 'ee toald I to carl 'ee, and it bean't my duty to go till
I hear 'ee stirrin' about the room. Good deal past vore, 'tis I assure 'ee, zur." And here he thundered away at the
door; nor did he cease knocking till I was fairly up, and had shown myself to him, in order to satisfy him of
the fact. "That'll do, zur; 'ee toald I to carl 'ee, and I hope I ha' carld 'ee properly."
I lit my taper at the rush-light. On opening a window-shutter I was regaled with the sight of a fog, which
London itself, on one of its most perfect November days, could scarcely have excelled. A dirty, drizzling rain
was falling; my heart sank within me. It was now twenty minutes past four. I was master of no more than forty
disposable minutes, and, in that brief space, what had I not to do! The duties of the toilet were
indispensable—the portmanteau must be packed—and, run as fast as I might, I could not get to
the coach-office in less than ten minutes. Hot water was a luxury not to be procured: at that villanous hour not
a human being in the house (nor, do I believe, in the universe entire), had risen—my unfortunate self,
and my companion in wretchedness, poor Boots, excepted. The water in the jug was frozen; but, by dint of
hammering upon it with the handle of the poker, I succeeded in enticing out about as much as would have
filled a tea-cup. Two towels, which had been left wet in the room, were standing on a chair bolt upright, as
stiff as the poker itself, which you might, almost as easily, have bent. The tooth-brushes were rivetted to the
glass, of which (in my haste to disengage them from their strong hold) they carried away a [pg 40] fragment;
the soap was cemented to the dish; my shaving-brush was a mass of ice. In shape more appalling Discomfort
had never appeared on earth. I approached the looking-glass. Even had all the materials for the operation been
tolerably thawed, it was impossible to use a razor by such a light.—"Who's there?"
"Now, if 'ee please, zur; no time to lose; only twenty-vive minutes to vive."
EARLY RISING. 9
I lost my self-possession—I have often wondered that morning did not unsettle my mind!
There was no time for the performance of any thing like a comfortable toilet. I resolved therefore to defer it
altogether till the coach should stop to breakfast.
"I'll pack my portmanteau: that must be done." In went whatever happened to come first to hand. In my haste,
I had thrust in, amongst my own things, one of mine host's frozen towels. Every thing must come out again.
"Who's there?"
"Now, zur; 'ee'll be too late, zur!"
"Coming!"—Every thing was now gathered together;—the portmanteau would not lock. No
matter, it must be content to travel to town in a deshabille of straps. Where were my boots? In my hurry, I had
packed away both pair. It was impossible to travel to London, on such a day, in slippers. Again was every
thing to be undone.
"Now, zur, coach be going."
The most unpleasant part of the ceremony of hanging (scarcely excepting the closing act) must be the hourly
notice given to the culprit, of the exact length of time he has yet to live. Could any circumstance have added
much to the miseries of my situation, most assuredly it would have been those unfeeling reminders. "I'm
coming," groaned I; "I have only to pull on my boots." They were both left-footed! Then must I open the
rascally portmanteau again.
"What in the name of the—do you want now."
"Coach be gone, please zur."
"Gone! Is there a chance of my overtaking it?"
"Bless 'ee, noa, zur; not as Jem Robbins do droive. He be vive mile off be now."
"You are certain of that?"
"I warrant 'ee, zur."
At this assurance I felt a throb of joy, which was almost a compensation for all my sufferings past. "Boots,"
said I, "you are a kind-hearted creature, and I will give you an additional half-crown. Let the house be kept
perfectly quiet, and desire the chambermaid to call me—"
"At what o'clock, zur?"
"This day three months, at the earliest."
P—.
New Monthly Magazine.
*** A welcome re-action seems to have taken place in the conduct of the New Monthly Magazine. The present
is an auspicious New-year's Number. It is, moreover, embellished with a fine Bust Engraving of Sir Walter
Scott, Bart.
EARLY RISING. 10
THE PENITENT'S RETURN.

By Mrs. Hemans.
Can guilt or misery ever enter here?
All! no, the spirit of domestic peace,
Though calm and gentle as the brooding dove,
And ever murmuring forth a quiet song,
Guards, powerful as the sword of Cherubim,
The hallow'd Porch. She hath a heavenly smile,
That sinks into the sullen soul of vice,
And wins him o'er to virtue.
WILSON.
My father's house once more,
In its own moonlight beauty! Yet around,
Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,
Broods, never mark'd before.
Is it the brooding night?
Is it the shivery creeping on the air,
That makes the home, so tranquil and so fair,
O'erwhelming to my sight?
All solemnized it seems,
And still'd and darken'd in each time-worn hue,
Since the rich clustering roses met my view,
As now, by starry gleams.
And this high elm, where last
THE PENITENT'S RETURN. 11

I stood and linger'd—where my sisters made
Our mother's bower—I deem'd not that it cast
So far and dark a shade.
How spirit-like a tone
Sighs through yon tree! My father's place was was there
At evening-hours, while soft winds waved his hair:
Now those grey locks are gone.
My soul grows faint with fear,—
Even as if angel-steps had mark'd the sod.
I tremble where I move—the voice of God
Is in the foliage here.
Is it indeed the night
That makes my home so awful? Faithless hearted!
'Tis that from thine own bosom hath departed
The in-born gladdening light.
No outward thing is changed;
Only the joy of purity is fled,
And, long from Nature's melodies estranged,
Thou hear'st their tones with dread.
Therefore, the calm abode
By thy dark spirit is o'erhung with shade,
And, therefore, in the leaves, the voice of God
Makes thy sick heart afraid.
The night-flowers round that door
Still breathe pure fragrance on the untainted air;
Thou, thou alone, art worthy now no more

To pass, and rest thee there.
And must I turn away?
Hark, hark!—it is my mother's voice I hear,
Sadder than once it seem'd—yet soft and clear—
Doth she not seem to pray?
My name!—I caught the sound!
Oh! blessed tone of love—the deep, the mild—
Mother, my mother! Now receive thy child,
Take back the Lost and Found!
Blackwood's Magazine.
[pg 41]
AUBERGE ON THE GRIMSEL.

AUBERGE ON THE GRIMSEL.

(For the Mirror.)
The Grimsel is one of the stupendous mountains of Switzerland, 5,220 feet in height, as marked on Keller's
admirable map of that country. It is situated within the Canton of Berne, but bordering on that of the Valais,
and not far from Uri. The auberge represented in the sketch, although not quite upon the very summit of the
mountain, is almost above the limit of vegetation, and far remote from any other dwelling. Indeed, excepting a
few chalets, used as summer shelter for the attendants upon the mountain cattle, but deserted in winter, there
is no human habitation for many miles round; and it is one of the very few spots where the traveller has an
opportunity of reposing for the night, under a comfortable roof, in so lofty a region of the atmosphere, amidst
scenes of Alpine desolation—or rather, the primitive elements of Nature, "the naked bones of the earth
waiting to be clothed."
The proprietor of this simple, but agreeable, auberge, is what Jeannie Deans called her father, "a man of
substance," and amongst other sources of wealth possesses about three hundred goats, which contrive to pick
up their living from the scanty verdure of the surrounding hills. Three times a-day they regularly assemble in
front of the auberge to be milked, affording the raw material for a considerable manufacture of cheese. While
we were lounging about before dinner, admiring the beautiful shapes of the rocky peaks, which even in the
beginning of September were blanched with the previous night's snow, we were pleasantly surprised by the
sound of a cheerful bleating, which was echoed on every side; and one after another the graceful creatures, as
small and playful as our kids, popped up amongst the fragments of rocks from all quarters until the
"gathering" was complete, and our meal was enlivened by the treble of their voices as the milking proceeded.
When the operation was over, off they scampered again, "the hills before them were to choose"—again
to return in due season with their bounteous store for the benefit of man. "This is not solitude." The milk is
rich, but tastes rather too strong of the goat to be agreeable to every one at first, although probably we should
soon have thought cow's milk comparatively insipid. On the day's journey we had seen some of these goats at
a considerable distance from the auberge, and a young man who carried our luggage, after giving chase to
several, at length caught one, and in spite of her remonstrances, milked her by main force into the cup of a
pocket flask, that we might enjoy a draught of the beverage. Still holding the animal, he then filled the vessel
more than once for himself, and it was amusing to see the gusto with [pg 42] which he drank it off. We
afterwards had the milk with coffee; indeed both here and on the Righi it was "Hobson's choice," goat's milk
or none at all.
This auberge has been built on the Grimsel of late years for the accommodation of travellers across the
mountain passes; and it forms a convenient night's resting place in a two day's journey on foot or horseback
(the only modes of threading these Alpine paths) between the valley of Meyringen and that of Urseren. It may
be useful briefly to notice this route, in which the traveller will be charmed with a succession of scenery on
Nature's grandest scale. After leaving Meyringen and its beautiful valley, called the Vale of Hasli, he looks
down from the top of a mountain pass upon a small compact, oval-shaped valley, named, we believe
Hasligrund, into which he descends, and then climbs the mountains on the opposite side. Proceeding onward,
he reaches a small place, Handek, formed of a few wood chalets, and giving its name to one of the finest
waterfalls in Switzerland. The accessories of the sublimest scenery give additional interest to the beauty of the
fall, at which our traveller will feel inclined to linger; he should endeavour to be there about noon, when the
sun irradiates the spray like dancing rainbows. The rest of the day's route is, in general, ascending, and partly
across splendid sweeps of bare granite, until his eyes are gladdened with the sight of the auberge.
On the second morning he crosses the remaining summit of the mountain, and rises to cross the Furca, passing
beside the Glacier of the Rhone; perhaps the finest in all the Alps, which looks like a vast torrent suddenly
frozen in its course while tossing its waves into the most fantastic forms. The traveller afterwards descends
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into the Valley of Urseren, which extends straight before him for the distance of perhaps twelve miles, with
the Reuss winding through it, and the neat town of Andermatt shining out from the opposite extremity. He
passes through the singular village of Realp, where he may refresh himself with a draught of delicious Italian
red wine, and afterwards arrives at the little bleak town of Hospital, situated at the foot of the St. Gothard,
over which a new carriage-road into Italy has lately been made, with galleries winding up the mountain as far
as the eye can reach. He may either take up his quarters for the night at Hospital, or proceed about a mile
farther to Andermatt, where the road turns off at right angles, and where he may hire a car, if he wishes to go
on the same evening across the romantic Devil's Bridge to Amstag, a pretty village in the bend of the splendid
valley of the Reuss, whence the road leads on to Altorf and Fluellen, on the bank of the lake of the Four
Cantons, the scene of the heroic exploits of William Tell.
Connecting the above sketch with one of the Fall of the Staubbach, in the Valley of Lauterbrun, in a former
Mirror, (No. 403,) we may add, that the distance between the latter and Meyringen may also be performed in
two days, amidst scenes, if possible, of sublimer character than the journey now described. From Lauterbrun
across the Wengern Alp to the Valley of Grindenwald is the first day, the route passing in front of the
Jungfrau, which throws up its magnificent ice-covered summits with more enchanting effect than the
imagination can conceive. From Grindenwald, with its two fine glaciers, the path proceeds across the great
Sheidech, by the baths of Rosenlaui, one of the most beautiful spots on this beautiful earth; and by the fall or
rather falls, of the Rippenbach, (for there are no less than eleven in succession beneath each other,) to
Meyringen.
We have thus pointed attention to a journey of four days, comprising the chief points in the Oberland, or
Highlands, through this region of romantic wonders.
W.G.
THE SELECTOR;
AND
LITERARY NOTICES
OF
NEW WORKS.
THE EMPEROR'S ROUT.

Who does not remember the Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast in the halcyon days of their
childhood? These toyful trifles, "light as air," doubtless suggested the Emperor's Rout. Do not start, expectant
reader; this is no downfall of a royal dynasty, no burning of palaces, or muster of rebel ranks—no
scamper "all on the road from Moscow"—or sauve qui peut at Waterloo; but a pleasant, little verse tale
of the Emperor Moth inviting the haut ton of the Moths to a splendid rout—with notes intended as a
tempting introduction to the fascinating study of entomology.
There are four Engravings: 1.—The Invitation, with the Emperor and the Empress, and the Buff-tip
Moth writing the Cards.—2. The Dance, with [pg 43] the Sphinx Hippophaës, the Pease Blossom, the
Mouse, the Seraph, Satellite, Magpie, Gold Spangle, Foresters, Cleap Wings, &c.—3. The
Alarm.—4. The Death's Head Moth. These are beautifully lithographed by Gauci. Their colouring, after
Nature, is delightfully executed: the finish, too, of the gold-spangle is good, and the winged brilliancy of the
company are exquisite pieces of pains-taking—sparkling as they are beneath a trellis-work rotunda,
garlanded with roses, and lit with a pine-pattern lustre of perfumed wax. What a close simile could we draw of
W.G. 15
life from these dozen dancing creatures in their rainbow hues—their holiday and every-day
robes—flitting through life's summer, and then forgotten. Yet how fares it with us in the stream of life!
By the way, this trifle, though so prettily coloured, is in price what was once called "a trifle"—yet what
kings and queens have often quarrelled for—half-a-crown.
SATAN IN SEARCH OF A WIFE

Is a little Poem, with much of the grotesque in its half-dozen Embellishments, and some tripping work in its
lines. "The End," with "Who danced at the Wedding?" and the tail-piece—a devil-bantling, rocked by
imps, and the cradle lit by torches—is droll enough.
Here is an invitation that promises a warm reception:
Merrily, merrily, ring the bells
From each Pandemonian steeple;
For the Devil hath gotten his beautiful bride,
And a Wedding Dinner he will provide,
To feast all kinds of people.
THE FAMILY CABINET ATLAS

Has reached its Ninth part, and unlike some of its periodical contemporaries, without any falling-off in its
progress. The Nine Parts contain thirty-six Maps, all beautifully perspicuous. The colouring of one series is
delicately executed.
MOORE'S LIFE OF BYRON. VOL. II.

Letter to Mr. Murray.
Bologna, June 7th, 1819.
* * * * "I have been picture-gazing this morning at the famous Domenichino and Guido, both of which are
superlative. I afterwards went to the beautiful cemetery of Bologna, beyond the walls, and found, besides the
superb burial ground, an original of a Custode, who reminded one of the grave-digger in Hamlet. He has a
collection of capuchins' skulls, labelled on the forehead, and taking down one of them, said, 'This was Brother
Desiderio Berro, who died at forty—one of my best friends. I begged his head of his brethren after his
decease, and they gave it me. I put it in lime, and then boiled it. Here it is, teeth and all, in excellent
preservation. He was the merriest, cleverest fellow I ever knew. Wherever he went, he brought joy; and
whenever any one was melancholy, the sight of him was enough to make him cheerful again. He walked so
actively, you might have taken him for a dancer—he joked—he laughed—oh! he was
such a Frate as I never saw before, nor ever shall again!'
"He told me that he had himself planted all the cypresses in the cemetery; that he had the greatest attachment
to them and to his dead people; that since 1801 they had buried fifty-three thousand persons. In showing some
THE EMPEROR'S ROUT. 16

older monuments, there was that of a Roman girl of twenty, with a bust by Bernini. She was a princess
Barlorini, dead two centuries ago: he said that, on opening her grave, they had found her hair complete, and
'as yellow as gold.' Some of the epitaphs at Ferrar pleased me more than the more splendid monuments at
Bologna; for instance—
'Martini Lugi
Implora pace!
'Lucrezia Picini
Implora eterna quiete.'
Can any thing be more full of pathos? Those few words say all that can be said or sought: the dead had had
enough of life; all they wanted was rest, and this they implore! There is all the helplessness, and humble hope,
and death-like prayer, that can arise from the grave—'implora pace'2 I hope whoever may survive me,
and shall see me put in the foreigners' burying-ground at the Lido, within the fortress by the Adriatic, will see
those two words, and no more put over me. I trust they won't think of 'pickling and bringing me home to Clod
or Blunderbuss Hall.' I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of
that country. I believe the thought would drive me mad [pg 44] on my death-bed, could I suppose that any of
my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil.—I would not even feed your
worms, if I could help it.
"So, as Shakspeare says of Mowbray, the banished Duke of Norfolk, who died at Venice, (see Richard II.) that
he, after fighting
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens,
And toil'd with works of war, retired himself
To Italy, and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
"Before I left Venice, I had returned to you your late, and Mr. Hobhouse's, sheets of Juan. Don't wait for
further answers from me, but address yours to Venice, as usual. I know nothing of my own movements; I may
return there in a few days, or not for some time. All this depends on circumstances. I left Mr. Hoppner very
well. My daughter Allegra was well too, and is growing pretty; her hair is growing darker, and her eyes are
blue. Her temper and her ways, Mr. Hoppner says, are like mine, as well as her features; she will make, in that
case, a manageable young lady.
"I have never heard anything of Ada, the little Electra of my Mycenae. * * * But there will come a day of
reckoning, even if I should not live to see it. I have at least, seen ——— shivered, who
was one of my assassins. When that man was doing his worst to uproot my whole family, tree, branch, and
blossoms—when, after taking my retainer, he went over to them—when he was bringing
desolation on my hearth, and destruction on my household gods—did he think that, in less than three
years, a natural event—a severe domestic, but an expected and common calamity—would lay his
MOORE'S LIFE OF BYRON. VOL. II. 17

carcass in a cross-road, or stamp his name in a Verdict of Lunacy! Did he (who in his sexagenary * * *)
reflect or consider what my feeling must have been, when wife, and child, and sister, and name, and fame, and
country, were to be my sacrifice on his legal altar—and this at a moment when my health was
declining, my fortune embarrassed, and my mind had been shaken by many kinds of
disappointment—while I was yet young, and might have reformed what might be wrong in my conduct,
and retrieved what was perplexing in my affairs! But he is in his grave, and * * * What a long letter I have
scribbled!"
(Here is a random string of poetical gems:)—
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright;
For the sword out-wears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story.
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled.
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

Oh, Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear One discover
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
There chiefly I sought thee—there only I found thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,
I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
TO THE COUNTESS OF B——.
You have asked for a verse,—the request
In a rhymer 'twere strange to deny,
But my Hippocrene was but my breast,
And my feelings (its fountain) are dry.
Were I now as I was, I had sung
What Lawrence has painted so well;
But the strain would expire on my tongue,
And the theme is too soft for my shell.
I am ashes where once I was fire,
And the bard in my bosom is dead;
What I loved I now merely admire,
And my heart is as grey as my head.
My Life is not dated by years—
There are moments which act as a plough,
And there is not a furrow appears
But is deep in my soul as my brow.
Let the young and brilliant aspire

To sing what I gaze on in vain;
For sorrow has torn from my lyre
The string which was worthy the strain.
DISCOURSE ON THE STUDY OF NATURAL PHILOSOPHY.

(Cabinet Cyclopaedia. Vol. xiv.)
The arrangement of Dr. Lardner's Cyclopaedia, as it becomes more and more developed, will be
proportionally appreciated. Its system is a marked contrast with the heterogeneous lists of the Family and
National Libraries, which, as books of reference and authority, are little worth.
The Cyclopaedia plan is to form a series of Cabinets of the principal departments of human knowledge. Those
[pg 45] already commenced are History, Biography, Natural Philosophy, Geography, and the Useful Arts.
Each of these divisions is to be preceded by a prefatory discourse on "the objects and advantages" of the
branch of knowledge which is treated of in the series or cabinet. Thus, the work before us is such a volume for
the Cabinet of Natural Philosophy; that for History is promised by Sir James Mackintosh; and that for the
Useful Arts, by the Baron Charles Dupin. The present Discourse is by J.F.W. Herschel, Esq., A.M. It is
divided into three parts:—1. On the general nature and advantages of the study of Physics. 2. The rules
and principles of Physical Science, with illustrations of their influence, in the history of its progress. 3. The
subdivision of Physics. These parts are divided into chapters, and these chapters again divided into sectional
illustrations, of which latter there are nearly four hundred. Such an arrangement can hardly fail to attract the
listless reader. The style is lucid and popular, and the writer's reasonings and bearings are brought out with
much point and vigour. Even a drawing-room reader must be caught by their attractions, and no better means
was probably ever devised for bringing superficial readers into the way of knowledge, and setting forth its
pleasantness. It has been said that such works as the present satisfy the reader, and disqualify him for the
study of science. This opinion is hardly worth controverting: since that mind must be weak indeed which
would not be stimulated as well as gratified in this case; and it is still more improbable that the great truths of
science should at once take root in such a barren soil without any preparation for their reception.
We conclude with a few specimen extracts. The how, the why, the wherefore, and the because, of such
wonders as they relate to, belong rather to the treatises themselves.
Mechanical Power of Coals.
It is well known to modern engineers, that there is virtue in a bushel of coals properly consumed, to raise
seventy millions of pounds weight a foot high. This is actually the average effect of an engine at this moment
working in Cornwall.
The ascent of Mont Blanc from the Valley of Chamouni is considered, and with justice, as the most toilsome
feat that a strong man can execute in two days. The combustion of two pounds of coal would place him on the
summit.
The Wonders of Physics.
What mere assertion will make any man believe that in one second of time, in one beat of the pendulum of a
clock, a ray of light travels over 192,000 miles, and would therefore perform the tour of the world in about the
same time that it requires to wink with our eyelids, and in much less than a swift runner occupies in taking a
DISCOURSE ON THE STUDY OF NATURAL PHILOSOPHY. 20

single stride? What mortal can be made to believe, without demonstration, that the sun is almost a million
times larger than the earth? and that, although so remote from us, that a cannon ball shot directly towards it,
and maintaining its full speed, would be twenty years in reaching it, it yet affects the earth by its attraction in
an inappreciable instant of time?—Who would not ask for demonstration, when told that a gnat's wing,
in its ordinary flight, beats many hundred times in a second? or that there exist animated and regularly
organised beings, many thousands of whose bodies laid close together would not extend an inch? But what are
these to the astonishing truths which modern optical inquiries have disclosed, which teach us that every point
of a medium through which a ray of light passes is affected with a succession of periodical movements,
regularly recurring at equal intervals, no less than 500 millions of millions of times in a single second! that it
is by such movements, communicated to the nerves of our eyes, that we see—nay more, that it is the
difference in the frequency of their recurrence which affects us with the sense of the diversity of colour; that,
for instance, in acquiring the sensation of redness our eyes are affected 482 millions of millions of times; of
yellowness, 542 millions of millions of times; and of violet, 707 millions of millions of times per second. Do
not such things sound more like the ravings of madmen, than the sober conclusions of people in their waking
senses? They are, nevertheless, conclusions to which any one may most certainly arrive, who will only be at
the trouble of examining the chain of reasoning by which they have been obtained.
Extraordinary Property of Shadows.
An eminent living geometer had proved by calculations, founded on strict optical principles, that in the centre
of the shadow of a small circular plate of metal, exposed in a dark room to a beam of light emanating from a
very small brilliant point, there ought to be no darkness,—in fact, no shadow at that place; but, on the
contrary, a degree [pg 46] of illumination precisely as bright as if the metal plate were away. Strange and even
impossible as this conclusion may seem, it has been put to the trial, and found perfectly correct.
THE NATURALIST.
RAINING TREES.
(By John Murray, Esq. F.S.A. &c.)
The secretions of trees form a curious part of their physiology, but the influence of vegetation on the
atmosphere seems to have been entirely overlooked, at least as far as it regards its meteorology.
In the case of that curious genus of plants the Sarracènia, in which the S. adúnca is most conspicuous, the
foliaceous pouch is a mere reservoir, or cistern, to catch and retain the falling dew or rain. In the Nepénthes
distillatòria, or pitcher plant, the case is different; and analysis proves it to be an evident secretion from the
plant itself, independent altogether of the fact that it is found in the pitcher before the lid has yet opened. I
may here state, en passant, that the results, I obtained from a chemical examination of this liquid differ
materially from those of Dr. Edward Turner. The Córnus máscula is very remarkable for the amount of fluid
matter which evolves from its leaves, and the willow and poplar, when grouped more especially, exhibit the
phenomenon in the form of a gentle shower. Prince Maximilian, in his Travels in the Brazils, informs us that
the natives in these districts are well acquainted with the peculiar property of those hollow leaves that act as
recipients of the condensed vapours of the atmosphere; and, doubtless, these are sources where many tropical
animals, as well as the wandering savage, sate their thirst "in a weary land." The Tillándsia exhibits a watery
feature of a different complexion: here the entire interior is charged with such a supply of liquid, that, when
cut, it affords a copious and refreshing beverage to man. That these extraordinary sources of "living springs of
water" are not unknown to inferior creation, is a fact interestingly confirmed to us in the happy incidents
detailed by Mr. Campbell, in his Travels in South Africa, where a species of mouse is described to us, as
storing up supplies of water contained in the berries of particular plants; and, in Ceylon, animals of the Símia
THE NATURALIST. 21
tribe are said to be well acquainted with the Nepénthes distillatòria, and to have frequent recourse to its
pitcher. The mechanism of the "rose of Jericho" (Anastática hierochuntìna] shows the susceptibility of plants
to moisture in a very remarkable manner; and I have submitted some experiments made with this
extraordinary exotic, the inhabitant of an arid sandy soil, to the Horticultural Society of London. That
succulents should be found clothing in patches the surface of the burning desert is a phenomenon not the least
wonderful in the geographical history of vegetation.
In Cockburn's Voyages we find an interesting account of a tree in South America, which yielded a plentiful
supply of water by a kind of distillatory process: this tree was met with near the mountainous district of Vera
Paz. The party were attracted to it from a distance, the ground appearing wet around it; and the peculiarity was
the more striking, as no rain had fallen for six months previous. "At last," says he, "to our great astonishment,
as well as joy, we saw water dropping, or, as it were, distilling fast from the end of every leaf of this
wonderful tree; at least it was so with us, who had been labouring four days through extreme heat without
receiving the least moisture, and were now almost expiring for want of it." The testimony of travellers is too
often enshrined among the fabulous; and their credentials either altogether rejected by some, or at least
received "cum grano salis." Bruce of Kinnaird forms the most remarkable example of this kind, and the
caricature of Baron Munchausen consigned the whole to sarcasm and ridicule; and yet the time is come when
the more remarkable circumstances and phenomena mentioned by this traveller, verified by Lord Valentia,
Mr. Salt, &c. are received as well accredited facts. The curious phenomenon mentioned by Cockburn finds an
interesting and beautiful counterpart in two plants—namely, the Cálla Aethiópica and Agapánthus
umbellàtus, in both of which, after a copious watering, the water will be seen to drop from the tips of the
leaves; a phenomenon, as far as I know, not hitherto recorded.
The great rivers of the continent of Europe have their source of supply in the glaciers; but many of the rivers
in the New World owe their origin to the extensive forests of America, and their destruction might dry up
many a rivulet, and thus again convert the luxuriant valley into an arid and sterile waste; carried farther, the
principle extends to the great features of the globe. What [pg 47] the glaciers effect among the higher regions
of the Alps, the Pìnus Cémbra. and Lárix commùnis accomplish at lower elevations; and many a mountain
rivulet owes its existence to their influence. It rains often in the woodlands when it rains no where else; and it
is thus that trees and woods modify the hygrometric character of a country; and I doubt not but, by a judicious
disposal of trees of particular kinds, many lands now parched up with drought—as, for example, in
some of the Leeward Islands—might be reclaimed from that sterility to which they are unhappily
doomed.
In Glass' History of the Canary Islands we have the description of a peculiar tree in the Island of Hierro,
which is the means of supplying the inhabitants, man as well as inferior animals, with water; an island which,
but for this marvellous adjunct, would be uninhabitable and abandoned. The tree is called Til by the people of
the island, and has attached to it the epithet garse, or sacred. It is situated on the top of a rock, terminating the
district called Tigulatre, which leads from the shore. A cloud of vapour, which seems to rise from the sea, is
impelled towards it; and being condensed by the foliage of the tree, the rain falls into a large tank, from which
it is measured out by individuals set apart for that purpose by the authorities of the island.
In confirmation of a circumstance primâ facie so incredible, I have here to record a phenomenon, witnessed
by myself, equally extraordinary. I had frequently observed, in avenues of trees, that the entire ground
engrossed by their shady foliage was completely saturated with moisture; and that during the prevalence of a
fog, when the ground without their pale was completely parched, the wet which fell from their branches more
resembled a gentle shower than anything else; and in investigating the phenomenon which I am disposed to
consider entirely electrical, I think the elm exhibits this feature more remarkably than any other tree of the
forest. I never, however, was more astonished than I was in the month of September last, on witnessing a very
striking example of this description. I had taken an early walk, on the road leading from Stafford to Lichfield:
a dense fog prevailed, but the road was dry and dusty, while it was quite otherwise with the line of a few
RAINING TREES. 22
Lombardy poplars; for from them it rained so plentifully, and so fast, that any one of them might have been
used as an admirable shower bath, and the constant stream of water supplied by the aggregate would (had it
been directed into a proper channel) have been found quite sufficient to turn an ordinary mill.—Mag.
Nat. Hist.
THE GATHERER.
A snapper of unconsidered trifles.
SHAKSPEARE.
HUMAN TIMEPIECE.
J.D. Chevalley, a native of Switzerland, has arrived at an astonishing degree of perfection in reckoning time
by an internal movement. In his youth he was accustomed to pay great attention to the ringing of bells and
vibrations of pendulums, and by degrees he acquired the power of continuing a succession of intervals exactly
equal to those which the vibrations or sounds produced.—Being on board a vessel, on the Lake of
Geneva, he engaged to indicate to the crowd about him the lapse of a quarter of an hour, or as many minutes
and seconds as any one chose to name, and this during a conversation the most diversified with those standing
by; and farther, to indicate by the voice the moment when the hand passed over the quarter minutes, or half
minutes, or any other sub-division previously stipulated, during the whole course of the experiment. This he
did without mistake, notwithstanding the exertions of those about him to distract his attention, and clapped his
hands at the conclusion of the time fixed. His own account of it is thus given:—"I have acquired, by
imitation, labour, and patience, a movement which neither thoughts, nor labour, nor any thing can stop: it is
similar to that of a pendulum, which at each motion of going and returning gives me the space of three
seconds, so that twenty of them make a minute—and these I add to others continually."
HISTORICAL FACT.
During the troubles in the reign of Charles I., a country girl came to London, in search of a situation; but not
succeeding, she applied to be allowed to carry out beer from a brewhouse. These females were then called
"tub-women." The brewer observing her to be a very good-looking girl, took her out of this low situation into
his house, and afterwards married her. He died, however, while she was yet a very young woman, and left her
a large fortune. She was recommended, on giving up the brewery, to Mr. Hyde, a most able lawyer, to settle
her husband's affairs; he, in process of time, married the widow, and [pg 48] was afterwards made Earl of
Clarendon. Of this marriage there was a daughter, who was afterwards wife to James II. and mother of Mary
and Anne, queens of England.
ZANGA.
LAWYERS.
In 1454, an Act of Parliament notices, "that there had used formerly six or eight attorneys only, for Suffolk,
Norfolk, and Norwich together; that this number was now increased to more than eighty, most of whom being
not of sufficient knowledge, came to fairs, &c. inciting the people to suits for small trespasses, &c. wherefore
there shall be hereafter but six for Suffolk, six for Norfolk, and two for the city of Norwich."
THE GATHERER. 23
H.B.A.
THE DYERS.
Inscription on a Tombstone in a Churchyard at Truro, Cornwall.
A dyer born, a dyer bred,
Lies numbered here among the dead;
Dyers, like mortals doomed to die,
Alike fit food for worms supply.
Josephus Dyer was his name;
By dyeing he acquired fame;
'Twas in his forty-second year
His neighbours kind did him inter.
Josephus Dyer, his first son,
Doth also lie beneath this stone;
So likewise doth his second boy,
Who was his parents' hope and joy.
His handywork all did admire,
For never was a better dyer.
Both youths were in their fairest prime,
Ripe fruitage of a healthful clime;
But nought can check Death's lawless aim,
Whosoever' life he choose to claim:
It was God's edict from his throne,
"My will shall upon earth be done."
Then did the active mother's skill
The vacancy with credit fill
H.B.A. 24
Till she grew old, and weak, and blind,
And this last wish dwelt on her mind—
That she, when dead, should buried be
With her loved spouse and family.
At last Death's arm her strength defied;
Thus all the dyeing Dyers died!
HALCYON DAYS.
Halcyon-days denote a time of peace and tranquillity. The expression takes its rise from a sea-fowl, called
among naturalists halcyon, or alcyon, which is said to build its nest about the winter solstice, when the
weather is usually observed to be still and calm. Aristotle and Pliny tell us that this bird is most common in
the seas of Sicily, that it sat only a few days, and those in the depth of winter, and during that period the
mariner might sail in full security; for which reason they were styled Halcyon-days.
P.T.W.
USE OF TIME.
Dr. Cotton Mather, who was a man of uncommon dispatch and activity in the management of his numerous
affairs, and improved every minute of his time, that he might not suffer by silly, impertinent, and tedious
visiters, wrote over his study-door, in large letters, "Be short."
Ursinus, a professor in the University of Heidelburgh, and a diligent scholar, to prevent gossips and idlers
from interrupting him in his hours of study, wrote over the door of his library the following
lines—"Friend, whoever thou art that comest hither, dispatch thy business or begone."
The learned Scaliger placed the following sentence over the doors of his study—"Tempus meum est
ager meus," "My time is my field or estate." And it is frequently the only valuable field which the labourer, in
body or mind, possesses.
Ever hold time too precious to be spent
With babblers.—Shakspeare.
"Friends," says Lord Bacon, "are robbers of our time."
H.B.A.
THE DYERS. 25
EPITAPH ON A POTTER.
How frail is man—how short life's longest day!
Here lies the worthy Potter, turned to clay!
Whose forming hand, and whose reforming care,
Has left us lull of flaws. Vile earthenware!
H.S.G.
LENGTHENING OF THE DAYS.

Selden, in his Table Talk, says "The lengthening of days is not suddenly perceived till they are grown a pretty
deal longer, because the sun, though it be in a circle, yet it seems for awhile to go in a straight line. For take a
segment of a great circle especially, and you shall doubt whether it be straight or no. But when the sun has got
past that line, then you presently perceive the days are lengthened. Thus it runs in the winter and summer
solstice, which is indeed the true reason of them."
Footnote 1: (return)
"There are not two bricks in your accursed town," said the tragedian, "but are cemented with
the blood of an African."
Footnote 2: (return)
Though Lord Byron, like most other persons, in writing to different friends, was some times
led to repeat the same circumstances and thoughts, there is, from the ever ready fertility of his
mind, much less repetition in his correspondence than in that, perhaps, of any other
multifarious letter-writer; and, in the instance before us, where the same facts and reflections
are, for the second time, introduced, it is with such new touches, both of thought and
expression, as render them, even a second time, interesting; what is wanting in the novelty of
the matter being made up by the new aspect given to it.
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THE MIRROR

THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION. 1

Henry V. King of England, the hero of Agincourt, died at Vincennes, in 1422.

Charles IX. died at this chateau in 1574.

PETRARCH AND DANTE.

Tamerlane the Great.

Al Amin, the Khalif of Bagdad.

Ferrand Count of Flanders

Boi, the Syracusan,

Situation of the Game.

SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

"Yes, sir," replied he—and with the most perfect nonchalance!

"And would you, now, venture to book a place for me?"

I stood aghast at the fellow's coolness.—"To-morrow."

"Full outside, sir; just one place vacant, in."

"So you will venture then to book a place for me?"

"Yes, sir, if you please."

"And, perhaps, you will go so far as to receive half my fare?"

"If you please, sir—one-pound-two."

"If you please, sir—two-pound-four."

"To me this Twelfth-night was no night of mirth."

"And inly ruminate the morning's danger!"

"Boots," said I in a mournful tone, "you must call me at four o'clock."

"Want indeed! no; but I must."

"Why, to be sure I will."

"Like it! who imagines they should?"

"And now I'll pack my portmanteau."

"Vore o'clock, zur; I zay it be vore o'clock."

"Well, I hear you."

"But I doan't hear you. Vore o'clock, zur."

"Very well, very well, that'll do."

"The devil take you! will you&mdash;"

"Now, zur; 'ee'll be too late, zur!"

"Now, zur, coach be going."

"What in the name of the&mdash;do you want now."

"Coach be gone, please zur."

"Gone! Is there a chance of my overtaking it?"

"You are certain of that?"

"I warrant 'ee, zur."

"At what o'clock, zur?"

"This day three months, at the earliest."

New Monthly Magazine.

THE PENITENT'S RETURN.

Can guilt or misery ever enter here?

All! no, the spirit of domestic peace,

Though calm and gentle as the brooding dove,

And ever murmuring forth a quiet song,

Guards, powerful as the sword of Cherubim,

The hallow'd Porch. She hath a heavenly smile,

That sinks into the sullen soul of vice,

And wins him o'er to virtue.

My father's house once more,

In its own moonlight beauty! Yet around,

Something, amidst the dewy calm profound,

Broods, never mark'd before.

Is it the brooding night?

Is it the shivery creeping on the air,

That makes the home, so tranquil and so fair,

All solemnized it seems,

"The devil take you! will you—"

"What in the name of the—do you want now."

I stood and linger'd—where my sisters made

Our mother's bower—I deem'd not that it cast

My soul grows faint with fear,—

I tremble where I move—the voice of God

Hark, hark!—it is my mother's voice I hear,

Sadder than once it seem'd—yet soft and clear—

My name!—I caught the sound!

Oh! blessed tone of love—the deep, the mild—

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