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You were not wont to make yonr visitation

And with the sudden whirlwind of thy breath So short and careless.

Hast ravish'd me out of a temperate soil, Nev. Tis your jealousy,

And set me under the red burning zone. That makes you think it so; for, by my soul,

Nev. For shame, return thy blood into thy face ; You've given me no distaste in keeping from me Know'st not how slight a thing a Woman is ? All things that might be burdensome, and oppress me.- Scud. Yes; and how serious too.In truth, I am invited to a Wedding; And the morn faster goes away from me,

Scudmore, afterwards, forsaken. That I go toward it: and so good morrow

Scud. Oh God! Scud. Good morrow, Sir. Think I durst show it

What an internal joy my heart has selt, youNev. Now, by my life, I not desire it, Sir;

Sitting at one of these same idle plays, Nor ever lov'd these prying list’ning men,

When I have seen a Maid's Inconstancy That ask of others 'states and passages :

Presented to the life; how glad my eyes Not one among a hundred but proves false,

Have stole about me, fearing lest

looks

my Envious and sland'rous, and will cut that throat

Should tell the company contented there,
He twines his arms about. I love that Poet,

I had a Mistress free of all such thoughts.
That gave us reading “ Not to seek ourselves
Beyond ourselves." Farewell.

He replies to his friend, who adjures him

to live. Scud. You shall not go. I cannot now redeem the fault I have made

Scud. The sun is stale to me; to-morrow morn,' To such a friend, but in disclosing all.

As this, 'twill rise, I see no difference; Nev. Now, if you love me, do not wrong me so ; The night doth visit me but in one robe ; I see you labour with some serious thing,

She brings as many thoughts, as she wears stars And think, like fairies' treasure, to reveal it

When she is pleasant, but no rest at all : Will burst your breast,-'tis so delicious,

For what new strange thing should I covet life then ? And so much greater than the continent.

Is she not false whom only I thought true? Scud. O you have pierced iny entrails with your Shall Time (to show his strength) make Scudmoro words,

live, And I must now explain all to your eyes. (Gives him

Till (perish the vicious thought) I love not thee; the Letter.) Read; and be happy in my happiness.

Or thou, dear friend, remove thy heart from melo Nev. Yet think on't; keep thy secret and thy friend

C. L.
Sure and entire. Oh give not me the means
To become false hereafter ; or thyself
A probable reason to distrust thy friend,
Though he be ne'er so near. I will not see it.
Scud. I die, by heav'n, if you deny again.

Ancient Music
I starve for counsel ; take it, look upon it.
If you do not, it is an equal plague
As if it been known and published,

SUPERIOR TO MODERN.
For God's sake, read; but with this caution,
By this right hand, by this yet unstain'd sword,

“ That the music of the ancients," say: father fowing in these waves,

Jeremy Collier, “could command farther Or a dear son exhausted out of them,

than the modern, is past dispute.

Whether Should you betray the soul of all my hopes,

they were masters of a greater compass of Like the two Brethren (though love inade them Stars)

notes, or knew the secret of varying them We must be never more both seen again.

the more artificially ; whether they adjusted Nev. I read it, fearless of the forfeiture :

the intervals of silence more exactly, had Yet warn you, be as cautelous not to wound

their hands or their voices further improved, My integrity with doubt, on likelihoods

or their instruments better contrived; wheFrom misreport, but first exquire the truth, (reads.) Scud. She is the food, the sleep, the air I live by

ther they had a deeper insight into the Nev. (having read the Letter.) O heav'n, we speak

pbilosophy of nature, or understood the like Gods, and do like Dogs!

laws of the union of the soul and body Scud. What means my

more thoroughly; and thence were enabled Ne. This day this Bellafront, this rich heir

to touch the passions, strengthen the sense, Is married unto Count Frederick;

or prepare the medium with greater advanAnd that's the Wedding I was going to.

tage ; whether they excelled us in all, or Scud. I prithee do not mock me ;-married ! in how many of these ways, is not so clear; Nev. It is no matter to be plaid withal;

however, this is certain, that our improveBut yet as true, as women all are false.

ments in this kind are little better than Scud. O that this stroke were thunder to my breast, ale-house crowds (fiddles) with respect to For, Nevill, thou hast spoke my heart in twain ; theirs,'?

Were yon my

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collections of days gone, never to return— ranged, both inside and out. The latter is all these we may unhesitatingly deposit in kept bright and shining by the indefatithis personification of deskretion.

gable hands of Sally the housemaid ; who, The very posture assumed at a desk be- while she breathes upon the plate to give speaks confidence and security. The head it a polish, at the same time breathes a wish inclined over it, and the bosom leaning in (to herself) that her breath possessed the gentle trustingness against this kind and magic power of unfastening locks, and so patient friend.

enabling her to see “ what the old gentleBy this description I would present to the man keeps in this here box to make him “mind's eye” of the reader a plain unosten- so fond on it." The interior he takes intatious piece of furniture, of too simple an finite care to keep in complete and exact exterior to be admitted any where than in order himself. Each particular compart, the study - square in shape, mahogany, ment has its appropriate contents consigned bound with brass at the corners, a plate of to it. The fold-down nearest to him, as he the same metal on the top, of just a suffi- sits at it, contains a small miniature within cient size to contain one's own initials and a red morocco case, of a placid and gentlethose of the giver. I detest those finicking faced girl, whose original sleeps for ever in machines one finds wrapped up in an oil- the bosom of the cold earth-a little box, skin case in a drawing-room; made of containing a ring set with brilliants, and rosewood, inlaid with silver, or mother-of- enclosing a lock of her hair-all her letters pearl, and lined with blue velvet. It seems carefully tied up with green ribbon - a like an insult to the friendly character of a miniature edition of Shakspeare, and Mildesk, to dress him smartly, seat him in a ton, with his name written in them in her fine apartment, and refuse to avail yourself hand-writing. In the opposite fold, near of the amicable services he tenders you. the receptacle for the pens, wafers, ink, &c. The contents of these coxcombical ac- are his own little writings, (for we are to quaintances are seldom better than its fair suppose him fond of his pen, and as having owner's private journal, (which no occasionally indulged that fondness,) of all thinks worthy of perusal-herself of course of which he preserves neat copies, some excepted,) her album, and scrap-book, the private memoranda, and an old pocket, honourable Mr. Somebody's poetical effu- book, given to him by his old friend and sions, and the sentimental correspondence school-fellow, admiral when he left of some equally silly young lady, her dear England that year as a midshipman. est friend.

In the drawer are different letters from Then there is the clerk's desk in a count- his friends; and, perhaps, at the very

back ing-house--there are no pleasant associa- of it, a little board of gold pieces, bright tions connected with that mercantile scaf- and new from the mint. folding, with its miniature balustrades at As I now lean upon my old friend and the top, partly intersected with accounts, companion — my desk – I render it my bills, and papers of all sorts, (referring to grateful acknowledgments for the many business,) and surrounded by files clinging pleasant hours I have spent over it; and by their one hook. Above all this is seen also for its having been the means of my the semicircular scalp of a brown wig, passing an agreeable quarter of an hour which, as it is raised to reply to your ques- with my gentle reader, of whom

now take tion, gradually discovers two eyes scowling a courteous leave. you from beneath a pair of glaring spec

July, 1827.

M. H. tacles, a little querulous turned-up nose, and a mouth whose lines have become rigid with ill-humour, partly occasioned by

WRITING DESKS. a too sedentary life.

There is not any mention of writing-desks Again, there is the pulpit desk, with its among the ancients. They usually wrote arrogant crimson cushion--telling a tale of upon the knee in the manner wherein Anclerical presumption.

gelica Kauffman represents the younger Lastly, there is the old bachelor's desk. Pliny, as may be seen in a modern engrav(Nay, do not curl up the corners of your ing; and yet it appears from Stolberg, pretty mouths at me, sweet ladies—it may quoted by Mr. Fosbroke, that desks rebe worth while to take a peep at it--at sembling ours have been found in Herleast, I cannot prevail upon myself to omit culaneum. Writing-desks in the middle it in this notice of desks.) It is of the ages slanted so much, as to form an angle plain and quiet description formerly men- of forty-five degrees : their slant till within tioned, and very neatly and orderly are the last two centuries was little less.

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For the Table Book.

BAKEWELL, DERBYSHIRE.
WILTS' LOCAL CUSTOM.

ANCIENT MONUMENTS AND INSCRIPTIONS DANCING ROUND THE HARROW.

IN THE CHURCH,
To the Editor.

Upon the tablet over the mural monuDear sir, I hand you the following the following inscription :

ment in the cha of the Holy Cross, is authentic particulars which happened in the pleasant village of S**** n B****r, Godfrey Foljambe, Knight, and Avena his and gave rise to “ dancing round the har- wife, (who afterwards married Richard row :" if worthy of being chronicled in the de Greene, Knight,) Lord and Lady of Table Book, they are yours.

the Manors of Hassop, Okebrook, Elton, John Jones, not finding his lovesuit suc- Stanton, Darley, Overhall, and Lokhawe, cessful with his master's daughter, because founded this Chantry in honor of the her father, a farmer, rebuked him, took Holy Cross, in the 39th year of the Reign umbrage, threw down his whip on the of King Edward the 3rd, 1366. Godfrey “ harrow” in the field, left the team, and, died on Thursday next after the Feast of sans cérémonie, went to sea.

the Ascension of our Lord, in the 50th year The farmer and his daughter Nancy were of the reign of the same King; and Avevariously affected by this circumstance. na died on Saturday next after the Feast “ Comfortable letters ” were hoped for, of the Nativity of the blessed Virgin news was expected from some corner of the Mary, in the 6th year of the reign of world, but no tidings arrived as to the fate Richard 2nd, 1383. or designs of honest John. Village gossips N. B. The Dates are taken from the Esoften talked of the poor lad. The farmer cheat Rolls, which contain the Inquisitum himself, who was a good sort of man, began post mortem, 50th Edward 3. No. 24. to relent; for Nancy's cheeks were not so rosy as formerly; she was dull at milking baster, of sir Thomas Wendersley de Wen

In the Vestry, there is an effigy in alatime. Observers at church whispered, “ How altered Nancy R* appears!”

dersley, who was mortally wounded at the After a lapse of about six years appear and was buried at Bakewell, where formerly

battle of Shrewsbury, 4th Henry IV., 1403, ances change favourably. John returns

were several shields of the arms of his from sea auspiciously-meets his Nancy family carved in wood. (See Brailsford's with open arms-her father finds him disposed to make her happy-John requests shire.")

“ Monumental Inscriptions of Derbyforgiveness, and is pardoned-his steadiness and attachment are tried and approved

Adjoining the vestry are several handand-suffice it to say-John and Nancy ners' families.

some monuments of the Vernon and Manare married. He assists her father in the duties of the farm as his years decline, sir

George Vernon, inscribed thus :

In the centre is the tomb or cenotaph of while she supplies the absence of her mother, buried in the family grave of the Here lyeth Sir George Vernon, Knight, church-yard of her native village. * * * *

deceased, ye

and

daye of Ano 156 As soon as the wedding took place, a

Dame Margaret his Wife, dowghter of “ harrow” was brought on the grass-plot in

Sr Gylbert Tayllboys, deceased the the fore-close, when the villagers invited

daye of 156 and also Dame Mawde danced round it till daybreak. * * * *

bis Wyffe, dowghter to Sir Ralphe Lang. This “ dancing round the harrow” was

foot, deceased the daye of Ano 1566. kept on several anniversaries of the weda

whose solles God p-donding-day; a young family and the old pro- On the right is a monument to sir John jector's decease occasioned its discontinu- Manners, with this inscription : ance; but, on each of these occasions, John Here lyeth Sir John Manners, of Haddon, does not forget to present, instead, a not

Knt. Second Sonne of Thomas Erle of less acceptable offering, a good supper to Rutland, who died the 4th of June, 1611, his work folks in remembrance of his ad

and Dorothy his Wife, one of the Dawghvance in life.

ters and heires of Sir George Vernon, of I am, dear sir,

Haddon, Knt, who deceased the 24th Goat and Boots,

Yours very truly, day of June, in the 26th yeere of the August 3, 1827.

JEHOIADA. Rayne of Queene Elizabeth, 1584.

Garrick Plays.

To the right of the window, on a mural monument, is the following: Heere lyeth buryed John Manners, Gento.

3 Soñe of Sir John Mañers, Knight, who dyed the 16th day of July, in the Yeere of our Lord God 1590, being of the Age

No. XXX.

[From a “Woman's a Weathercock," a

Comedy, by Nathaniel Field, 1612.]

of 14 yeeres.

To the left is an elegant monument to

False Mistress. sir John Maners, with this inscription : George Manners of Haddon, Knt. here

Scudonore alone ; having a letter in his awaits the resurrection of 'the just in hand from Bellafront, assuring him of her Christ. He married Grace, second faith. daughter of Henry Pierrepoint, Knt. who

Scud. If what I feel I could express in words, afterwards bore him 4 sons and 5 daugh- Methinks I could speak joy enough to men ters, and lived with him in Holy Wed- To banish sadness from all love for ever. lock 30 years, she caused him to be

O thou that reconcilest the faults of all buried with his forefathers, and then Thy frothy sex, and in thy single self placed this monument at her own ex- Confines ! nay has engross'd, virtue enough pence, as a perpetual Memorial of their To frame a spacious world of virtuous women! conjugal faith, and she united the figure Had'st thou been the beginning of thy sex, of his body with hers, having resolwed I think the devil in the serpent's skin that their bones and ashes should be laid Had wanted cunning to o'er-come thy goodness; together. He died 23rd Apl. 1623, aged And all had lived and died in innocency, 54-She died - aged

The whole creation

Who's there ?-come inBeneath this monument, on an alabaster

Nevill (entering.) What up already, Scudmore? grave-stone on the floor, are some figures

Scud. Good morrow, my dear Nevill ? engraved round them, with an inscription,

Nev. What's this ? a letter! sure it is not som now obliterated, and the arms of Eyre im

Scud. By heav'n, you must excuse me. Come, I paled with Mordaunt.

know In the Chancel.

You will not wrong my friendship, and your manners,

To ternpt me so. Upon an alabaster tomb, repaired, and Nev. Not for the world, my friend. the inscription cut, and filled up with black Good morrowin 1774, (by Mr. Watson.)

Scud. Nay, Sir, neither must you Here lies John Vernon, son and heir of Depart in anger from this friendly hand. Henry Vernon, who died the 12th of

I swear I love you better than all men, August 1477, whose soule God pardon.

Equally with all virtue in the world :

Yet this would be a key to lead you to August, 1827.

E. J. H. A prize of that importance

Nev. Worthy friend,

I leave you not in anger,-what d'ye mean?
For the Table Book.

Nor am I of that inquisitive nature framed,

To thirst to know your private businesses.
ERASMUS.

Why, they concern not me: if they be ill,

And dangerous, 'twould grieve me much to know Quæritur, unde tibi sit nomen Erasmus ? Eras-mus.

If good, they be so, though I know them not:
Resp.

Nor would I do your love so gross a wrong,
Si sum Mus ego, te judice Summus ero.

To covet to participate affairs
Joannis Audoeni, lib. vii. epig. 34. Of that near touch, which your assured love

Doth not think fit, or dares not trust me with.
That thou wast great Erasmus none dispute ;

Scud. How sweetly doth your friendship play with

mine, Yet, by the import of thy name, wast small :

And with a simple subtlety steals For none its truth can readily refute

my

heart Thou wastma Mouse,-ERAS-Mus after all.

Out of my bosom! by the holiest love

That ever made a story, you are a man
THE REPLY OF ERASMUS.

With all good so replete, that I durst trust you

Ev'n with this secret, were it singly mine. Hence, if a Mouse, thy wit must this confess :

Nev. I do believe you. Farewell, worthy friend. I will be SUM-MUS:--Can'st thou make me less :

Scud. Nay, look you, this same fashion does not J. R. P.

please me.

them ;

You were not wont to make yonr visitation

And with the sudden whirlwind of thy breath So short and careless.

Hast ravish'd me out of a temperate soil, Nev. Tis your jealousy,

And set me under the red burning zone. That makes you think it so; for, by my soul,

Nev. For shame, return thy blood into thy face ; You've given me no distaste in keeping from me Know'st not how slight a thing a Woman is ? All things that might be burdensome, and oppress me.- Scud. Yes; and how serious too.-In truth, I am invited to a Wedding ; And the morn faster goes away from me,

Scudmore, afterwards, forsaken. That I go toward it: and so good morrow

Scud. Oh God I Scud. Good morrow, Sir. Think I durst show it

What an internal joy my heart has felt, youNev. Now, by my life, I not desire it, Sir;

Sitting at one of these same idle plays, Nor ever lov'd these prying list’ning men,

When I have seen a Maid's Inconstancy

Presented to the life; how glad my eyes
That ask of others 'states and passages :
Not one among a hundred but proves false,

Have stole about me, fearing lest looks

my Envious and sland'rous, and will cut that throat

Should tell the company contented there, He twines his arms about. I love that Poet,

I had a Mistress free of all such thoughts. That gave us reading “ Not to seek ourselves

He replies to his friend, who adjures him Beyond ourselves." Farewell. Scud. You shall not go.

to live. I cannot now redeem the fault I have made

Scud. The sun is stale to me; to-morrow morn,' To such a friend, but in disclosing all.

As this, 'twill rise, I see no difference; Nev. Now, if you love me, do not wrong me so; The night doth visit me but in one robe ; I see you labour with some serious thing,

She brings as many thoughts, as she wears stars And think, like fairies' treasure, to reveal it

When she is pleasant, but no rest at all : Will burst your breast,—'tis so delicious,

For what new strange thing should i covet life then ? And so much greater than the continent.

Is she not false whom only I thought true? Scud. O you have pierced my entrails with your Shall Time (to show his strength) make Scudmore words,

live, And I must now explain all to your eyes. (Gives him the Letter.)

Till (perish the vicious thought) I love not thee ; Read ; and be happy in my happiness.

Or thou, dear friend, remove thy heart from melo Nev. Yet think on't; keep thy secret and thy friend

C. L.
Şure and entire. Oh give not me the means
To become false hereafter; or thyself
A probable reason to distrust thy friend,
Though he be ne'er so dear. I will not see it.
Scud. I die, by heav'n, if you deny again.

Ancient Music
I starve for counsel ; take it, look upon it.
If

you do not, it is an equal plague As if it been known and published,

SUPERIOR TO MODERN. For God's sake, read; but with this cautionBy this right hand, by this yet unstain'd sword, “ That the music of the ancients," say: Were yon my father flowing in these waves,

Jeremy Collier, “could command farther Or a dear son exhausted out of them,

than the modern, is past dispute. Whether Should you betray the soul of all my hopes,

they were masters of a greater compass of Like the two Brethren (though love made them Stars)

notes, or knew the secret of varying them We must be never more both seen again.

the more artificially; whether they adjusted Nev. I read it, fearless of the forfeiture :

the intervals of silence more exactly, had Yet warn you, be as cautelous not to wound

their hands or their voices further improved, My integrity with doubt, on likelihoods

or their instruments better contrived; wheFrom misreport, but first exquire the truth, (reads.)

ther they had a deeper insight into the Scud. She is the food, the sleep, the air I live byNev. (having read the Letter.) O heav'n, we speak

philosophy of nature, or understood the

laws of the union of the soul and body like Gods, and do like Dogs !Scud. What means my

more thoroughly; and thence were enabled Nev. This day this Bellafront, this rich heir

to touch the passions, strengthen the sense, Is married unto Count Frederick;

or prepare the medium with greater advanAnd that's the Wedding I was going to.

tage ; whether they excelled us in all, or Scud. I prithee do not mock me ;-married ! in how many of these ways, is not so clear; Nev. It is no matter to be plaid withal;

however, this is certain, that our improveBut yet as true, as women all are false.

ments in this kind are little better than Scud. O that this stroke were thunder to my breast, ale-house croyds (fiddles) with respect to For, Nevill, thou hast spoke my heart in twain ; theirs,"

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