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“ Ho! princum prancum !"-Love is blest;
Both Joan and John submit;
And sweethearts closely sit;-
Eyes, brignt in silence, glance
And nourish'd in the “ Cushion Dance.”
In times to come, when older we
Have children round our knees ;
Their lips and eyes at ease.
Of joyous pairs in France;
Are equal to the “ Cushion Dance.”
The peasants of the valley meet
Their labours to advance, And many a lip invites a treat
To celebrate the “ Cushion Dance."
The door they slily lock;
Whose heart's-pulse seem to rock:
“Of course, 'tis lost by chance;"And flutt'ring whispers breathe around
“The Cushion Dance !- The Cushion Dance !" The fiddler in a corner stands,
He gives, he rules the game;
Whose cheek is red with shame:
Love fails not here to glance;
And dances in the “ Cushion Dance !"
The fiddler speaks and plays;
And parleys conquer nays :
Your beard cuts like a lance; Leave off-I'm sure you've sprained my wrist
By kueeling in this · Cushion Dance !'” “ 'Tis aunt's turn,--what in tears?-I thought
You dearly loved a joke ;
And vows are sometimes broke.
Ben loves so sweet a trance !
-Is Love not in the Cushion dance ?! ” Laughter is busy at the heart,
Cupid looks through the eye, Feeling is dear when sorrows part
And plaintive comfort's nigh, “ Hide not in corners, Betsy, pray,”
“ Do not so colt-like prance; One kiss, for memory's future day,
-Is Life not like a Cushion Dance ?!”
'Twas here my Maiden's love I drew
By the hushing of her bosom ;
And sweet as rose's blossom:
And cares our lives enhance,
J. R. Prior. Islington.
ST. SEPULCHRE'S BELL.
For the Table Book. On the right-hand side of the altar of St. Sepulchre's church is a board, with a list of charitable donations and gifts, containing the following item :
£. 8. d. 1605.
Mr. Robert Dowe gave 50 00
is paid £1. 6s. 8d. . Looking over an old volume of the Newgate Calendar, I found some elucidation of this inscription. In a narrative of the case of Stephen Gardner, (who was executed at Tyburn, February 3, 1724,) it is related that a person said to Gardner, when he was set at liberty on a former occasion, “Beware how you come here again, or the bellman will certainly say his verses over you.” On this saying there is the following remark :
“ It has been a very ancient practice, on the night preceding the execution of con.
* This Dance it will no further go !"
“Why say you thus, good man?" " Joan Sanderson will not come to !"
" She must,-'tis. Custom's' plan :” " Whether she will or no, must she
The proper course advance; Blushes, like blossoms on a tree,
Are lovely in the Cushion Dance."" “ This Dance it will no further go!"
“ Why say you thus, good lady?". “ John Sanderson will not come to!"
“ Fie, John! the Cushion's ready :" “ He must come to, he shall come to,
'Tis Mirth's right throne pleasance; How dear the scene, in Nature's view,
To Lovers in a • Cushion Dance!'"
demned criminals, for the bellman of the THE DEATH OF THE RED KING. parish of St. Sepulchre, to go under Newgate, and, ringing his bell, to repeat the
“Come, listen to a tale of times of old; following verses, as a piece of friendly
Come, for ye know me.”
SOUTHEY. advice to the unhappy wretches under sentence of death :
Who is it that rides thro' the forest so green, All you that in the condemn'd hold do lie,
And gazes with joy on the beautiful scene, Prepare you, for to-morrow you shall die;
With the gay prancing war-horse, and helmeted head? Watch all, and pray, the hour is drawing near, 'Tis the monarch of England, stern William the Red. That you before the Almighty must appear: Examine well yourselves, in time repent,
Why starts the proud courser? what vision is there? That you may not to eternal fames be sent."
The trees are scarce mov'd by the still breathing airAnd when St. Sepulchre's bell to-morrow tolls,
All is hushod, save the wild bird that carols on high, The Lord above have mercy on your souls !
The forest bee's hum, and the rivulet's sigh.
But, lo ! a dark form o'er the pathway hath lean'd;
The prophet of Cadenham, the death-boding seer ! man, instead of a bellman :“Robert Doue, citizen and merchant tay.
His garments were black as the night-raven's plume,
His features were veil'd in mysterious gloom, lor, of London, gave to the parish church of
His lean arm was awfully rais'd while he said, St. Sepulchres, the somme of £50. That after “Well
“Well met, England's monarch, stern William the the several sessions of London, when the
Red! prisoners remain in the gaole, as condemned men to death, expecting execution on “Desolation, death, ruin, the mighty shall fall the morrow following: the clarke (that is Lamentation and woe reign in Malwood's wide hall! the parson) of the church shoold come in
Those leaves shall all fade in the winter's rude blast, the night time, and likewise early in the
And thou shalt lie low ere the winter be past." morning, to the window of the prison where
“ Thou liest, vile caitiff, 'tis false, by the rood, they lye, and there ringing certain toles
For know that the contract is seal'd with my blood, with a hand-bell appointed for the purpose, 'Tis written, I never shall sleep in the tomb he doth afterwards (in most Christian man Till Cadenham's oak in the winter shall bloom ! ner) put them in mind of their present condition, and ensuing execution, desiring “But say what art thou, strange, unsearchable thing, 1 them to be prepared therefore as they That dares to speak treason, and waylay a king ?"ought to be. When they are in the cart,
“ Know, monarch, I dwell in the beautiful bowers and brought before the wall of the church,
Of Eden, and poison I shed o'er the flowers. there he standeth ready with the same bell,
“ In darkness and storm o'er the ocean I sail, and, after certain toles, rehearseth an ap
I ride on the breath of the night-rolling galepointed praier, desiring all the people I dwell in Vesuvius, 'mid torrents of flame, there present to pray for them. The beadle Unriddle my riddle, and tell me my name !" also of Merchant Taylors' Hall hath an honest stipend allowed to see that this is D pale grew the monarch, and smote on his breast, i duely done."
For who was the prophet he wittingly guess'd : Probably the discontinuance of this prac- "O, Jesu-Maria !” he tremblingly said, tice commenced when malefactors were “ Bona Virgo !"-he gazed—but the vision had fled. first executed at Newgate, in lieu of Ty
Yo 'Tis winter-the trees of the forest are bare, burn. The donation most certainly refers
How keenly is blowing the chilly night air! to the verses. What the “ other services”.
The moonbeams shine brightly on hard-frozen flood, are which the donor intended to be done, and
the donor intended to be done, and And William is riding thro' Cadenham's wood. for which the sexton is paid £1. 6s. 8d., and which are to be " for ever," I do not Why looks he with dread on the blasted oak tree ? know. but I presume those services (or Saint Swithin ! what is it the monarch can see? some other) are now continued, as the Prophetical sight! ’mid the desolate scene, board which contains the donation seems The oak is array'd in the freshest of green! to me to have been newly painted.
He thought of the contract, “Thou’rt safe from the Edwin S
tomb, Carthusian-street, Jan. 1827.
Till Cadenham's oak in the winter shall bloom.;"
He thought of the druid-—" The mighty shall fall, * Page 25 of the quarto edition, 1618.
Lamentation and woe reign in Malwood's wide hall.",
As he stood near the tree, lo ! a swift flying dart another; yet your houses seem to be reHath struck the proud monarch, and pierc'd thro' his versed and formal, being compared to the heart;
fantastical looks of the moderns, which 'Twas the deed of a friend, not the deed of a foe, have more ovals, niches, and angles, than For the arrow was aim'd at the breast of a roe.
in your custards, and are enclosed with In Malwood is silent the light-hearted glee,
pasteboard walls, like those of malicious The dance and the wassail, and wild revelrie; Turks, who, because themselves are not imIts chambers are dreary, deserted, and lone,
mortal, and cannot dwell for ever where And the day of its greatness for ever hath flown. they build, therefore wish not to be at A weeping is heard in Saint Swithin's huge pile
charge to provide such lastingness as may
entertain their children out of the rain ; so “ Dies Iræ" resounds thro' the sable-dight aisle'Tis a dirge for the mighty, the mass for the dead
slight and prettily gaudy, that if they could The funeral anthem for William the Red !
move, they would pass for pageants. It is
your custom, where men vary often the AQUILA.
mode of their habits, to term the nation
fantastical; but where streets continually London.
change fashion, you should make haste to
chain up your city, for it is certainly mad. DESCRIBED BY A WRITER IN 1634. You would think me a malicious traI will first take a survey of the long-con
veller, if I should still gaze on your mistinued deformity in the shape of your city,
shapen streets, and take no notice of the which is of your buildings.
beauty of your river, therefore I will pass Sure your ancestors contrived your nar
the importunate noise of your watermen,
(who snatch at fares, as if they were to row streets in the days of wheel-barrows, before those greater engines, carts, were
catch prisoners, plying the gentry so unciinvented. Is your climate so hot, that as
villy, as if they had never rowed any you walk you need umbrellas of tiles to
other passengers than bear-wards,) and intercept the sun ? or are your shambles so
now step into one of your peascod-boats, empty, that you are afraid to take in fresh
whose tilts are not so sumptuous as the air, lest it should sharpen your stomachs ?
roofs of gondolas; nor, when you are within, Oh, the goodly landscape of Old Fish are you at the ease of a chaise-ü-bras. street! which, if it had not the ill luck to
The commodity and trade of your river be crooked, was narrow enough to have
belong to yourselves; but give a stranger been your founder's perspective, and where
leave to share in the pleasure of it, which the garrets, perhaps not for want of archi
will hardly be in the prospect and freedom tecture, but through abundance of amity,
of air; unless prospect, consisting of are so narrow, that opposite neighbours
variety, be made up with here a palace, may shake hands without stirring froin
there a wood-yard; here a garden, there home. Is unanimity of inhabitants in wide
a brewhouse; here dwells a lord, there a cities better exprest than by their coherayer; and between bo
dyer; and between both, duomo commune. ence and uniformity of building, where
If freedom of air be inferred in the liberty streets begin, continue, and end, in a like
of the subject, where every private man stature and shape ?* But yours, as if they
hath authority, for his own profit, to smoke were raised in a general resurrection, where
up a magistrate, then the air of your every man hath à several design, differ in
Thames is open enough, because it is all things that can make a distinction. equally free. I will forbear to visit your Here stands one that aims to be a palace,
courtly neighbours at Wapping, not that and next it, one that professes to be a
it will make me giddy to shoot your bridge, hovel; here a giant, there a dwarf; here
but that I am loath to describe the civil slender, there broad; and all most admi
silence at Billingsgate, which is so great, rably different in faces, as well as in their
as if the mariners were always landing to height and bulk. I was about to defy any
storm the harbour; therefore, for brevity's Londoner, who dares to pretend there is so
sake, I will put to shore again, though I much ingenious. correspondence in this
should be so constrained, even without my city, as that he can show me one house like
galoshes, to land at Puddle-dock.
I am now returned to visit your houses,
where the roofs are so low, that I presumed * If a disagreement of neighbours were to be inferred from such a circumstance, what but an unfavourable
your ancestors were very mannerly, and inference would be drawn from our modern style of stood bare to their wives; for I cannot dis
stood architecture, as exemplified in Regent-street, where the houses are, as the leopard's spots are described to be,
cern how they could wear their high“ no two alike, and every one different."
crowned hats : yet I will enter, and therein
oblige you much, when you know my aver
A FATHER'S HOME. sion to a certain weed that governs amongst
For the Table Book. your coarser acquaintance, as much as lavender among your coarser linen ;. to When oppress'd by the world, or fatigu'd with its which, in my apprehension, your sea-coal
charms, smoke seems a very Portugal perfume. I My weary steps homeward I treadshould here hasten to a period, for fear of
fear of 'Tis there, midst the prattlers that fly to my arms, suffocation, if I thought you so ungracious
I enjoy purer pleasures instead. as to use it in public assemblies; and yet I Hark! the rap at the door is known as their dad's, see it grow so much in fashion, that me. And rushing at once to the lock, thinks your children begin to play with Wide open it flies, while the lasses and lads broken pipes instead of corals, to make
Bid me welcome as chief of the flock. way for their teeth. You will find my Little baby himself leaves the breast for a gaze, visit short; I cannot stay to eat with you, Glad to join in th’ general joy, because your bread is too heavy, and you While with outstretched arms and looks of amaze distrain the light substance of herbs. Your He seizes the new purchas’d toy. drink is too thick, and yet you are seldom Then Harry, the next, climbs the knee to engage over curious in washing your glasses. Nor His father's attention again ; will I lodge with you, because your beds But Bob, springing forward almost in a rage, seem no bigger than coffins; and your cur- Resolves his own rights to maintain. tains so short, as they will hardly serve to Oh, ye votries of pleasure and folly's sad crew, enclose your carriers in summer, and may Froin your midnight carousals depart! be held, if taffata, to have lined your grand- Look here for true joys, ever blooming and new, sire's skirts,
When I press both these boys to my heart. I have now left your houses, and am Poor grimalkin purs softly--the tea-kettle sings, passing through your streets, but not in a Midst glad faces and innocent hearts, coach, for they are uneasily hung, and so Encircling my table as happy as kings, narrow, that I took them for sedans upon Right merrily playing their parts. wheels. Nor is it safe for a stranger to use
And Bill (the sly rogue) takes a lump, when he's able, them till the quarrel be decided, whether of sugar, so temptingly sweet, six of your nobles, sitting together, shall And, archly observing, hides under the table stop and give way to as many barrels of
The spoil, till he's ready to eat. beer. Your city is the only metropolis
While George, the big boy, talks of terrible“ sums" in Europe, where there is wonderful dignity
He perform'd so correctly at school; belonging to carts.
Bill leeringly tells, with his chin on his thumbs, I would now make a safe retreat, but
“ He was whipt there for playing the fool!” that methinks I am stopped by one of your
This raises a strife, till in choleric mood heroic games called foot-ball; which I con
Each ventures a threat to his brother, ceive (under your favour) not very conve
But their hearts are so good, let a stranger intrude, niently civil in the streets, especially in
They'd fight to the last for each other. such irregular and narrow roads as Crookedlane. Yet it argues your courage, much
There Nan, the sweet girl, she that fags for the whole, like your military pastime of throwing at
And keeps the young urchins in order,
Exhibits, with innocence charming the soul, cocks ; but your metal would be much
Her sister's fine sampler and border. magnified (since you have long allowed those two valiant exercises in the streets)
Kitty sings to me gaily, then chatting apace were you to draw your archers from Fins
Helps her mother to darn or to stitch, bury, and, during high market, let them
Reminding me most of that gay laughing face shoot at butts in Cheapside. I have now
Which once did my fond heart bewitch. no more to say, but what refers to a few
While she ! the dear partner of all my delight, private notes, which I shall give you in a
Contrives them some innocent play ; Whisper when we meet in Moorfields from Till, tired of all, in the silence of night, whence (because the place was meant for
as meant for They dream the glad moments away. public pleasure, and to show the munifi. Oh, long may such fire-side scenes be roy cence of your city) I shall desire you to Ye children, be virtuous and true! banish your laundresses and bleachers, whose And think when I'm aged, alone in my cot, acres of old linen make a show like the How I minister'd comfort to you. fields of Carthagena, when the five months' When my vigour is gone, and to manhood's estate shifts of the whole fleet are washed and Ye all shall be happily grown, spread.*
Live near me, and, anxious for poor father's fate,
Show the world that you're truly my own. * Sir W. Davenant.
Our new toll-houses are deservedly the valuable collection of the pastimes and subject of frequent remark, on account of customs of their forefathers, still much of their beauty. The preceding engraving is the same nature remains to be related; intended to convey an idea of Stanmore- and as I am anxious that the Country gate, which is one of the handsomest near Statute, or Mop, (according to the version London. The top is formed into a large of the country people generally,) should be lantern; when illuminated, it is an im- snatched from oblivion, I send you a deportant mark to drivers in dark nights. scription of this custom, which, I hope, will
It may be necessary to add, that the pre- be deemed worthy a place in the Table sent representation was not destined to Book. I had waited to see if some one appear in this place; but the indisposition more competent to a better account than of a gentleman engaged to assist in illus- myself would achieve the task, when that trating this work, has occasioned a sudden short but significant word Finis, attached disappointment,
to the Every-Day Book, arouses me from further delay, and I delineate, as well as I
am able, scenes which, but for that work, “ STATUTES” AND “ MOPS." I possibly should have never noticed. To the Editor.
Some months ago I solicited the assist
ance of a friend, a respectable farmer, Sir,--Although your unique and curious residing at Wootton, in Warwickshire, who work, the Every-Day Book, abounds with not only very readily promised to give me very interesting accounts of festivals, fairs, every information he possessed on the subwassails, wakes, and other particulars con-ject, but proposed that I should pass a cerning our country manners, and will be week at his farm at the time these Statutes prized by future generations as a rare and were holding. So valuable an opportunity