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liam Jones is, that at the age of three years and not quite nine months, he was weighed before the Royal Society against a dwarf. John Coan by name. The dwarf weighed thirty-four pounds, the child thirty-six. The dwarf, with shoes, hat, and wig on, measured thirty-eight five-tenths inches; the child, without any thing on bis head, thirty-seven seven-tenths.—Ibid. vol. 10, p. 53.

1753. Altar at York discovered, Matribus Africis, Italicis, Germanicia.—Ibid. p. 817.

Thb first rope-dancer had once been a monkey; the first who threw a somerset, a tumbler pigeon.

Corsage 1 a better tenure for his Crispin than that by which Don Carlos's bootmaker held his office. "Son cordonnier luy avoit fait unc paire de bottes tres-raal faites: il les fit mettre en petites pieces, et fricasser comme tripes de boeuf, et les luy fit manger toutes (levant luy, en ga chambre, de cettc facon."—Bbantome, vol. 5, p. 134.

The pain which our affections suffer from a solution of continuity.

Breeching, the apanthropoeis of a boy. It was like the change from grub to butterfly, without the intermediate aurelian state of torpidity.

What was the assumption of the toga to this!

Temple of Rediculus near Rome, supposed to have been erected to the God of Return after Hannibal raised the siege of the city.—Dowses, vol. 1, p. 407.

The first indication of Canova's genius was manifested at an inn, where he was observed modelling in butter.—Ibid. p. 500.

'See supra, p. 456. The term has been explained before. See supra, p. 206.—J. W. W.

The temple of Vesta, at Tivoli, was purchased many years ago by an English nobleman, who meant to have it removed to his own grounds. The Roman government most properly issued a prohibition. — Ibid, p. 402.

"The black shining sand which we throw upon writing to prevent blotting is found on the shore of the Canary Islands. It seems to have been thrown out of volcanoes; and is certainly the most perfect iron, for the loadstone will lick up every grain. Experiments have been made without effect to turn this sand into bar iron; yet I am credibly informed that a gentleman in London understands this secret, and has a case of razors made of this same black, shining sand."—Glas. p. 271.

Education of singing birds. — A robin "sung three parts in four nightingale, the rest of his song was what the bird-catchers call rubbish—or no particular note whatever." Imitative poetry is of this kind.— Phil. Traru. Abr. 13. p. 444.

This might do for the last motto, "Let's fairly part, my book; Time calls away,

And when Time calls, there's no excuse to stay."

Being Partridge's Farewell to his
Almanack, 1686.

See Paracelsus de Meteoris, c. 3, for his theory of " tenebriferous stars, by whose influence night is brought on, for that they do ray out darkness and obscurity upon the earth, as the sun does light."—Saunders, 1686, December.

There could not, as Bishop Hacket has shown (p. 1912), be a name of better omen than D. none which contained so barge a number of happy significations, bearing a

'This extract is worked up from Bishop Hacket's words, not quoted exactly.—J. W. W similitude which will increase into many applications. It is animalfcecxtndum, a bird of a most teeming fertility; whether any that flies doth breed oftener I am not certain, I believe not many. Such fecundity then is always in a lively faith. It hath no gall, or, if Aristotle hath observed it better than others, so Bmall a one that it can scarce be perceived; now the gall is the draught of cholerical matter in man's body, out of which distemper proceed anger, revenge, and malice. Notable, too, is this bird's harmlessness; it hath neither beak nor talons to tyrannize over smaller creatures, sine armis extra, sine feBe intus. The smallest flies or gnats may hum about it, and take no harm, for it devours nothing wherein there is life. And it is a cleanly feeder; not pecking like crows and vultures upon carrion, but picking up grains of corn, and the purest fruits of the field. And it is a bird of strong flight.

It is impossible to teach a dove to sing a cheerful tune, for Nature hath engrafted in it a solemn mourning, gemitus pro cantu. Here the parallel failed in D.'s case.

"Sdch wits as delighted in holy ingenuity have applied the several parts of Christ's merits and sufferance and passion unto us in the notions of physic and chirurgery.—There was no disease of sin whereof we were not sick, there was no kind of cure to be invented which was not practised to restore us." But the conceit is pursued in a manner rather to cause displeasure than edification.—Bishop Hacket, p. 241.

None are said to be sealed of the tribe of Dan. Bishop Placket (p. 402) approves the interpreter who explains that the reason why Ephraim and Dan are not in the list, was because they were the first, after the death of Moses, who let in idolatry, in the matter of Micah; and therefore their names are not in the blessing of that book of life.

Blount (Philost. N. 134) says, and seems

to believe, that the nightingale often sings till she bursts!1

This man says, " Man is nothing but selfinterest incarnate," the philosophy of an infidel."—Ibid. p. 150. And nowhere is it more broadly stated. What makes the English, he says, enjoy that liberty and property which other neighbouring subjects want, but our own happy ill nature, ibid.; and he proceeds to show (p. 151) that might is right, and nothing can be unjust! See p. 221, ibid, for more of this philosophy!

But he might well wonder how those men "who by their hard censures of the Almighty make salvation seem almost impossible, should ever marry,—since, according to their belief, it is above ten thousand to one that the children they may have will be damned." —P. 159.

Opinions concerning the body of Moses. —Bishop Hacket, p. 429.

"AptToc ficv apfsoq is held in these days for a truer axiom than Pindar's.

Image was a word of Dryden's, at least often used by him in his prefaces. Then came idea; now we have emanation. What next? effluences, perhaps.

Prologo Galeato, the title party-coloured, because the book is motley; red letters, because a holy day book.

The mixture of the work like I*unch.

Difference between trngi-comedy in Shakespeare and in Otway.

Cramp rings were blest by the ^ing on Good PViday. They were put in a bason,

'Nightingales and bullfinches, it is well known, will over-sing themselves. We all recollect Vinny Bourne's Stradtc Philomela, "Tuque etiam in modulos surgis Philomela: sen1 impar

Viribus, heu impar, exanimisque cadis."

J. W. W.

the King was to pass his hands over them, or into them, and say a prayer; they were to be sprinkled with holy water.

"That Paradise Lost of Milton's," says Rtmbb, " which some are pleased to call a poem!"

QuARLES.

"Small store of manners when the King says come

And feast at court, to say Tve meat at home."

Not if the King has dirty cooks, who spoil good meat. It is better then to take of one's own cold fragments at home, or even to dine with the Duke.

All persons after sixty ought to wear a wig, says Sis John Sinclair, Code of Health, p. 455.

Wearing A wig is an excellent practice for the old, the tender, and the st udious.— Ibid. p. 460.

"The abilities and the eloquence of that branch of the Pitt family who were created Earls of Chatham and Lords Camel ford was owing to a fortunate connection they made with a Miss Innes of Redhall, in the Highlands of Scotland. And the talents of the family of Dundas of Arniston have also been attributed to the marriage of one of their ancestors with a Miss Sinclair, of the family of Stevenson, in East Lothian."— Ibid. Appendix, p. 11.

This is given in proof that " the talents and structure of the mind are derived from the mother, and that the abilities of many families may be traced to one distinguished female who introduced talent into it, or, according to a common expression, mother wit."—Ibid. p. 11.

"I Believe they call a provincial horse, not known on the great arena of Newmarket, a blind horse, whose pedigree and history may be falsified, without easy de

tection." — Six Egebton Bridges, Avtob.

vol. 2, p. 13.

"Kent's style of architecture predominated during his life, and his oracle was so much consulted by all who affected taste, that nothing was thought complete without his assistance. He was not only consulted for furniture, as frames of pictures, glasses, chairs, &c. but for plate, for a barge, and even for a cradle. And so impetuous was fashion, that two great ladies prevailed on him to make designs for their birthday gowns. The one he dressed in a petticoat decorated with columns of five orders; the other like bronze, in copper-coloured satin, with ornaments of gold. He was not more happy in other works to which he applied his genius."—Biographical Sketches of Eminent Artists.

What a physician ought and ought not to be in appearance and manners.—RabeLais, vol. 8, p. 428-9.

Phallas, the horse which Heraclius rode in his great victory, the battle of Nineveh, and who, though wounded in the thigh, "carried his master safe and victorious through the triple phalanx of the barbarians."—Gibbon, vol. 8, p. 249.

Hall, p. 582.—Horses in a pageant ill named.

"Ano. You gave those ships moststrange, most dreadful, and Unfortunate names; I never look'd they'd prosper.

Rom. Is there any ill omen in giving

names to ships p Ano. Did you not call one The Storm's

Defiance?

Another The Scourge of the Sea? and the third

The Great Leviathan?

Rom. "Very right, sir.

Ano. Very devilish names, All three of them; and surely I think they were

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pfy? 11IC Quixote Bowles frequently W^Jl*iP visited at Christ Church. I have (VJ heard of him from Biddlecombe

tfdikSliA and the Jacksons. This man's memory was uncommonly strong; Grose, who loved to play upon his eccentricities, would often affirm that he quoted wrongly. This used to irritate Bowles, he would offer to wager that he was right, rise from dinner, bring the book, and prove to Grose, what he never doubted, that he was exact to a word in his quotation.

Bowles had a great love for pigs; he thought them the happiest of all God's creatures, and would walk twenty miles to sec one that was remarkably fat. This love extended to bacon, he was an epicure in it, and whenever he went out to dinner took a piece of his own curing in his pocket, and requested the cook to dress it.

Cbowe was going to Jersey in a smuggling vessel, he smoaked and drank with the crew, and pleased them with his conversation. It chanced that they were becalmed on a Sunday, and he stood up and preached an extempore sermon. This completely delighted the smugglers; ever sifter they and their acquaintance were glad to treat the smuggling parson with his passage.

Soon after my arrival at Christ Church the old Countess of Strathmore paid me a visit. This is a strange woman, every circumstance that occurs to her is miraculous; as the servants lifted her into her carriage

she struck her bonnet against the roof of the porch at our lodgings; the blow would not have injured a butterfly's wing, but she declared that it was Providence who had made her put on a bonnet that morning, which for many months she had not worn. There is an idiot in the workhouse at Christ Church: what is very singular his forehead shows no marks of idiotcy, or any of his countenance but his eyes; they have an open wild look, but it is the wildness of folly not of madness. The old countess believes like the Turks that all idiots are inspired, and she sent for this poor fellow to know whether her husband Bowes would live another year.

I had some difficulty in understanding her toothless tone, but she began by hoping I was very loyal, and expressed a very great respect for men of letters: and yet after she had been listening one day to a conversation upon Sir I. Newton, she suddenly exclaimed, 1 and what is Sir Isaac Newton compared to a nobleman!'

I am told that she speaks Italian and Spanish with great fluency and elegance: I am certain, however, that she knows very little of the literature either of Spain or Italy. She told me Lope de Vega was her favourite author; that the translation of Don Quixote was one of the best in our language, and that it was ridiculous to talk of the great superiority of the original. Hannah More observed to me once that she never knew the excellence of Don Quixote till she read it in Spanish. I add this as connected with this subject, not to bias

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