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Curst in their very cradles, I do mean
BOYLE describes a colt with one double
NISÆAN horses the largest and best. — eye in the middle of the forehead; the two STRABO, lib. xi. orbits being united into one very large round one, into which there entered one On the ides of December the Romans pretty large optic nerve.-Phil. Trans. Abr. sacrificed a horse to Mars. vol. 1, p. 29.
The Sportsman's Calendar, by Reginald The horses of Asios Hyrtacides' (I. xii. Heber, Esq. 97), which Homer calls aidwves, are called by
2 “After reading a portion of Homer in our
daily studies, he would make me read aloud the | The passage alluded to is, “Tóc dè Nuoaies same portion in every translation he possessed, in tuc ols éxoûvto of Baoileis ápiotoi doi kai Pope, Cowper, Chapman, and Hobbes.” Lifé μεγίστοις, κ. τ. ε.» 525, C.-J. W. W. and Correspondence, vol. vi. p. 241.-J. W.W.
PERSONAL OBSERVATIONS AND RECOLLECTIONS WITH
FRAGMENTS OF JOURNALS.
she struck her bonnet against the roof of the HE Quixote Bowles frequently porch at our lodgings; the blow would not
visited at Christ Church. I have have injured a butterfly's wing, but she deheard of him from Biddlecombe clared that it was Providence who had made
and the Jacksons. This man's her put on a bonnet that morning, which for memory was uncommonly strong ; Grose, many months she had not worn. There is who loved to play upon his eccentricities, an idiot in the workhouse at Christ Church: would often affirm that he quoted wrongly. what is very singular his forehead shows no This used to irritate Bowles, he would offer marks of idiotcy, or any of his countenance to wager that he was right, rise from din- but his eyes; they have an open wild look, ner, bring the book, and prove to Grose, but it is the wildness of folly not of madwhat he never doubted, that he was exact The old countess believes like the to a word in his quotation.
Turks that all idiots are inspired, and she Bowles had a great love for pigs; he sent for this poor fellow to know whether thought them the happiest of all God's crea- her husband Bowes would live another tures, and would walk twenty miles to see year. one that was remarkably fat. This love ex- I had some dificulty in understanding tended to bacon, he was an epicure in it, her toothless tone, but she began by hoping and whenever he went out to dinner took a I was very loyal, and expressed a very great piece of his own curing in his pocket, and respect for men of letters : and yet after she requested the cook to dress it.
had been listening one day to a conversa
tion upon Sir I. Newton, she suddenly exCrowe was going to Jersey in a smug- claimed, “and what is Sir Isaac Newton gling vessel, he smoaked and drank with the compared to a nobleman!' crew, and pleased them with his conversa- I am told that she speaks Italian and tion. It chanced that they were becalmed Spanish with great fluency and elegance : on a Sunday, and he stood up and preached I am certain, however, that she knows very an extempore sermon. This completely de- little of the literature either of Spain or lighted the smugglers ; ever after they and Italy. She told me Lope de Vega was her their acquaintance were glad to treat the favourite author; that the translation of smuggling parson with his passage. Don Quixote was one of the best in our
language, and that it was ridiculous to talk Soon after my arrival at Christ Church of the great superiority of the original. the old Countess of Strathmore paid me a Hannah More observed to me once that she visit. This is a strange woman, every cir- never knew the excellence of Don Quixote cumstance that occurs to her is miraculous; | till she read it in Spanish. I add this as as the servants lifted her into her carriage connected with this subject, not to blas
pheme Hannah More by a comparison with I saw Major Cartwright (the sportsman, Lady Strathmore.
not the patriot) in 1791. I was visiting with Bowles used to say that if
the Lambs at Hampstead, in Kent, at the book were bad, we might learn every use- house of Hodges his brother-in-law; we ful art and science from Don Quixote. had nearly finished dinner when he came in.
He desired the servant to cut him a plate A Mrs. Morgan lived with Lady Strath
of beef from the side board; I thought the more; she had been useful to her in her
footman meant to insult him ; the plate was difficulties, and though they were always piled to a height which no ploughboy after quarrelling the old Countess appeared in all
a hard day's fasting could have levelled ; the parade of grief upon her death. Her
but the moment he took up his knife and carriage was covered with black, and she
fork and arranged the plate, I saw this was intreated Jackson to let her have a key to
no common man. A second and third sups. the church, that she might indulge her feel-ply soon vanished: Mr. and Mrs. Lamb, who ings and visit the grave at midnight when had never before seen him, glanced at each she pleased. Rickman picked up an elegy other; but Tom and I with school-boys' priwhich she had been trying to compose upon vilege, kept our eyes riveted upon him with this occasion; it began “There are, who, what Dr. Butt would have called the gaze though they may hate the living, love the
of admiration. “I see you have been lookdead, and two or three vain attempts fol- ing at me (said he when he had done); I lowed to versify this. Common-place ideas
have a very great appetite. I once fell in were given in a language neither prose nor
with a stranger in the shooting season, and poetry; but the most curious part was a me
we dined together at an inn; there was a morandum written on the top of the sheet: leg of mutton which he did not touch, I • The language to be rich and flowing.'
never make more than two cuts of a leg of With all this ostentatious sorrow, six weeks
mutton, the first takes all one side, the seafter the death of Mrs. Morgan she turned
cond all the other; and when I had done her daughter out of doors because she was
this I laid the bone across my knife for the attached to a country apothecary.
marrow. The stranger could refrain no Lord Bute was uncommonly haughty longer-By God, Sir, (said he) I never towards his equals and superiors. Gustavus
saw a man eat like you.' Brander called on him one morning, “ My
This man had strength and perseverance Lord, (said he) the Archbishop of Canter- charactered in every muscle. He eat three bury is in this neighbourhood, and requests cucumbers with a due quantity of bread and
cheese for his breakfast the following mornpermission to see High Cliff.” Bute looked sternly up—“I don't know him, Sir!" | ing. I was much pleased with him, he was Jackson, then Curate of Christ Church, good humoured and communicative, his long begged the same favour for one of his friends, residence on the Labrador coast made his and the reply was, “I have business at Ring- conversation as instructive as interesting; wood and may as well do it to-morrow; your
I had never before seen so extraordinary a friend may see the house then."
man, and it is not therefore strange that my
recollection of his manner, and words, and Gustavus BRANDER was walking with countenance should be so strong after an Emanuel Swedenburg in Cheapside, when interval of six years. the Baron pulled off his hat and made a I read his book in 1793, and strange as it very respectful bow. Who are you bowing may seem, actually read through the three to ? said Brander. You did not see him, quartos. At that time I was a verbatim replied Swedenburg. It was St. Paul, I reader of indefatigable patience, but the knew him very well.
odd simplicity of the book amused me; the
importance he attached to his traps delight- This is a strange history, and they who ed me, it was so unlike a book written for have seen Pamela would think any thing the world—the solace of a solitary evening interesting that related to her. I once sat in Labrador; I fancied him blockaded by next her in the Bath theatre, Madame Silthe snows, rising from a meal upon the old, lery was on the seat with her ; but, with tough, high-flavoured, hard-sinewed wolf, physiognomical contrition I confess that and sitting down like Robinson Crusoe to while my recollection of Pamela's uncommon his journal. The annals of his campaigns beauty is unimpaired, I cannot retrace a among the foxes and beavers interested me feature of the authoress. They who study more than ever did the exploits of Marlbro' education should read the writings of this or Frederic; besides I saw plain truth and woman. I have derived from them much the heart in Cartwright's book—and in what pleasure and much instruction. After readhistory could I look for this ?
ing her journal of their education I almost The print is an excellent likeness. Let idolized the young Egalités. Dumouriez me add that whoever would know the real taught me how to estimate them justly. history of the beaver, must look for it in Should there ever again be a king in France this work. The common accounts are fables. (which God forbid !) it will be the elder of
Coleridge took up a volume one day, these young men. He will be a happier and and was delighted with its .strange simpli- a better man as an American farmer.”_ city. There are some curious anecdotes of August 4, 1797. the Esquimaux. When they entered London with him, one of them cried, putting up
I must add an anecdote of Bishop Janes. his hand to his head, “Too much noise-too
He took as his motto, “ Gens ingenti nomuch people—too much house-oh for La
mine." His father kept the little mill be
hind the church. brador !' an interesting fact for the history of the human mind.
RICKMAN, alluding to his electioneering
duplicity, said that “ Jane bifrons" had been I have learnt at Christ Church the his
a better motto. tory of Lady Edward Fitzgerald, the Pamela, of whom such various accounts are I ENQUIRED of Dr. Stack concerning given.
Thomas Dermody. He was of mean paThe Duke of Orleans, of seditious cele- rentage, but his talents were patronized; brity, was very desirous of getting an En- he was always a welcome visitor at Moira glish girl as a companion for his daughter; House, and all his misfortunes sprung from her parents were wholly to resign her. his own profligacy. Twice he enlisted as a Forth, secretary to Lord Stormont the then soldier, and was twice boughtoff; afterwards embassador at Paris, was commissioned to he entered the navy-and I could learn nofind such a child, and he employed Janes, thing more of the fate of Dermody, a man a man of Christ Church, known by the name certainly of uncommon genius. He was of Bishop Janes for his arrogance, though gloomy at times—and it appeared like the he was only a priest. A Bristol-woman, her gloom of remorse. They represent him to name Sims, then resided at Christ Church, me as totally devoid of any moral principle. with an only daughter, a natural child, about -Feb. 19, 1798. four or five years old, of exceeding beauty. The offer was made to this woman : her po- | This is a remarkable passage, and I think verty consented, and her wisdom; assuredly there can be no objection to printing it exactly she was right. Some small sum was annu
as it stands in the MSS. I may add, that no
omissions have ever been made in these volumes, ally paid her, and she knew the situation of
except to spare the feelings of individuals. her child.
J. W. W.
TalassI called on Cottle, and sent up The Emperor and Pope, being led, comword that an Italian poet was below. Cot- mand trunips, but not each other. Trumps tle, not knowing the name, nor liking the also in default of trumps command Balls. title, returned for answer that he was en- If the Emperor and Pope tie each other, gaged. The angry improvisatore called for the tier has the lead. pen and ink, and thus expressed his disappointment :
Sept. 28, 1824. “Confrère en Apollon, je me fais un devoir Ar seven, the glass was at the freezing De paroitre chez vous pour desir de vous point, and the potatoes had been frost nipt voir.
during the night. The lake, covered with Vous êtes engagé : j'aurai donc patience. a thick cloud reaching about half way up Je ne jouirai point d'une aimable présence. Brandelow — the town half seen through a L'Auteur d'Alfred se cache, et pourquoi,
lighter fog—the sky bright and blue. s'il lui plait ?
By the time I reached the road to the Je m'en vais desolé, mais enfin . . . C'en lake, the fog was half dissolved, throwing est fait.
a hazy and yellowish light over Skiddaw, Signor Cottle riverito
and the vale of Keswick. From Friar's Me n'andro come son ito,
Crag the appearance was singularly beautiE se voi sublime Vate
ful, for between that point and Stable Hill Un Poeta non curate
and Lord's Island, the water was covered Io del pari vi lo giuro
with a thin, low, floating, and close fitting Non vi cerco e non vi curo.
cloud, like a fleece. Walla Crag was in Angelo Talassi di Ferrara, Poeta all' at
darkness, and the smoke from Stable Hill tuale servizio della Regina di Portogallo." passed in a long current over a field where
shocks of corn were standing,—the field and
Aug. 10, 1814. the smoke in bright sunshine. Beyond Last night, in bed, before I could fall Lord's Island, the lake was of a silvery apasleep, my head ran upon cards, at which I pearance along the shore, and that appear. had been compelled to play in the evening, ance was extended across, but with dimiand I thought of thus making a new pack. nished splendour, the line passing above
Leave out the eights, nines, and tens, as Ramp's Holm, and below St. Herbert's at quadrille.
when it met the haze. In their place substitute another suit, ten The rooks on St. Herbert's were in full in number, like the rest, blue in colour, and chorus. What little air was stirring was a in name Balls. The pack then consists of cold breath from the north. That air ripfifty. Add two figured personages to make pled the lake between Finkle Street and up the number, the Emperor and the Pope. our shore, and where the sun shone upon
Play as at whist. Balls take all other the ripple through the trees of the walk, suits except trumps, which take Balls. The and through the haze, the broken reflection Emperor and Pope are superior to all other was so like the fleecy appearance of the fog cards, and may either be made equal, and from the crag, as for a moment to deceive so capable of tyeing each other, and so neutralizing the trick, or to preponderate according to the colour of the trump, the Emperor if red, the Pope if black: and
Journey Journals. belonging to no suit, they may be played Friday, 28th June, 1799.–Too late for upon any. If either be turned up, the the Salisbury coach. I mounted, therefore, dealer counts one, and Balls remain the the box of the Oxford Mail. To a foreigner only trumps.
this would be heroic travelling, the very