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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 every other 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 bim 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 supthe church, that she might indulge her feelply 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 permission to see High Cliff.” Bute looked
cheese for his breakfast the following mornsternly 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
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."l_ 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.
He took as his motto, “Gens ingenti nohis hand to his head, 'Too much noise-too much 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 Eman 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 ally paid her, and she knew the situation of except to spare the feelings of individuals.
omissions have ever been made in these volumes, 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 trumps, 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 At 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,
and the vale of Keswick. From Friar's “ Signor Cottle riverito 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
darkness, and the smoke from Stable Hill “ Angelo Talassi di Ferrara, Poeta all' attuale 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 appearhad 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 baze, 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
sublimity of coachmanship. The box mo- where thin, the artificial grass very fine; tion titillates the soles of the feet like snuff hence I see that this last will thrive in a dry affects the nose. At the Globe I dismount- season. Shaston, so they write it, stands ed, swung my knapsack, and walked across high; you nearly see across the island. the country into the Frome road. After Glastonbury is visible from it; and on the six miles, the Salisbury coach overtook me, other hand, the view must reach the last for by cross travelling I had got the start. hills towards the Hampshire coast. The I mounted, and reached Warminster. On borough is notoriously venal. Sir Richard the way, a poor woman on horseback was Steele was once its member; he had comnearly run over by us, owing to her horse's petitors who were able, and about to outbacking restively. She was thrown, and bid him; his winning bribe was curious. hurt in the shoulder. Warminster is the At a dinner to the burgesses, he laid an most knavish posting town I was ever apple on the table in the midst of the decheated at; they overcharge two miles on sert, with one hundred guineas stuck into the Bath road, three on the Deptford Inn, it, to be given to that burgess's wife who and one to Shaftsbury. I walked to Shafts- should be brought to bed the nearest to bury, fifteen miles; the way for ten over nine months from that day. Ever after he the downs. Let not him talk of luxury who remained the Shaftsbury member! never has found a spring unexpectedly when Saturday. To Blandford, twelve, over foot travelling in a hot summer day. The the downs. I met nothing but crows, two larks sung merrily above me. The lark weazles, and one humble bee, who seemed seems to live only for enjoyment; up he as little likely as myself to find a breakfast, mounts, his song is evidently the song of for no flower grew on the bare scant herbdelight; and when they descend, it is with age. The hill sides were in some places outspread wings and motionless, still sing- washed bare by the winter rains, and looked ing. They make the great amusement of like the bones of the earth. To Winbourne, down-walking. To the right I saw Alfred's nine, called ten ; again over the downs the Tower; to the left, Beckford's magnificent greater part of the way. The church here pile. At Knoyle, ten miles, I eat cold meat is very fine. I left visiting it till some fuand drank strong beer at an alehouse. There ture time. The people say it is finer than the downs ended, and my way was through Christ Church, because it is a quarter Cafertility to Shaftsbury.
The hay is every
thedral. To Christ Church, twelve. Faint
and wearily, over the latter road of sand 1 There is no reader but will recollect Vinny and loose gravel. I remembered my way over Bourne's sweet lines; but I cannot pass by the beautiful words of'JEREMY TAYLOR in the the marsh. Came by our old dwelling, and Return of Prayers: He says, “ For so have I seen arrived to a house of hospitality. a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring Thursday, 25th July, 1799. To Cross, upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the Minehead, twenty-six, through Stowey,
to Bridgewater, eighteen and eighteen. To poor bird was beaten back with the loud sigh. ings of an eastern wind, and his motion made This stage is remarkably fine. We passed irregular and inconstant, descending more at the gibbet of the man whom Lloyd and every breath of the tempest, than it could re
Wordsworth have recorded, and the gate cover by the libration and frequent weighing of where he committed the murder. Our road his wings; till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm was lay through Watchet, the most miserable over; and then it made a prosperous flight, and and beastly collection of man-sties I ever did rise and sing, as if it had learned music and beheld. The Cornish boroughs are superb motion from an angel as he passed sometimes
to it. Two and a half miles before we through the air, about his ministries here below." Works, vol. v. p. 70. Ed. HEBER. reached Minehead, is Dunster Castle, Mr.
J. W. W. Luttrel's. The house is built to resemble an
old fortification modernized and made ha- | thirty. He might have been saved, but his bitable, and some ruins stand near. It is on mother said, “ Let en stay ! let en stay! a well-wooded eminence. The park was in what shall us do we'en if we do save'en ?" a little vale below; but the ground there Imagine a range of high hills (not mounis so fertile that it is now laid into pas- tains) covered with fern and rze, and the turage and meadow land, and the park ex- Channel at their foot, and you will have the tends over the hills around. The sea view features of this neighbourhood. I toiled ap is very striking ; Minehead stands under a a long, long, very long ascent above the headland, which projects boldly. This seat church; and when I reached the top, half is said to command one of the finest views trembled to see the sea immediately below in England; if the water were clear and The descent, however, though to the boundless, I should think so.
eye directly abrupt, was not precipitous. Minehead presents the cheerful appear- A path shelves along, sufficiently fearful to ance of a town rising from its ruins. New produce an emotion of pleasurable dread; houses built and building every where, give yet perfectly safe, for almost in every part a lively and clean appearance to it. The it would be practicable to walk to the beach. quay is ugly, but the view very striking The descent is all furze and fern. In a clear along the indented coast towards Stowey. day the houses on the opposite shore are disA circular eminence in the grounds at Dun- tinct; but in hazy weather the view is finer, ster, with a building on its summit like a like the prospects of human life, because its Tor, amidst wood, stands near the water. termination is concealed. To the right, there is neither view nor pas- The inland walks are striking; the hills sage;
the quay blocks up the way. The dark, and dells woody and watery, winding Holms look well from hence; the water had up them in ways of sequestered coolness. even a bluishness; it was low, and there- Minehead sends two members to parfore, I imagine, clearer; but the opposite liament, and this has been the cause of its shore was visible, and destroyed the im- decline. The borough belongs to Luttrell, mensity which makes sea views so impres- and he manages it with ease proportioned sively magnificent. From a hill on our way to its poverty and depopulation. Thus the here we had one glorious burst of prospect. market price of seats being the The sun fell on the sea through a mist, and Sarum is the most advantageous to its poson the crags of the shore they looked like sessor. Luttrell, therefore, has opposed a glittering faery fabric; the very muddi- with power every thing which might encouness of the water mellowed the splendour, rage the trade of the town; he has suffered and made it more rich and beautiful.
his houses to fall to ruin and renews no Half way up the hill, where the church leases. A woollen manufacture was to have stands, is the upper town, quite cut off from been established here ; this he prevented; the lower, and perhaps containing more and this roused up a spirit of opposition. houses. Indeed, Minehead is like the Tri- | A candidate started against him last elecnity, three; and these three are one: for tion; he bought the only piece of ground the upper, and lower towns, and the quay, buyable, run up houses there, built little are all separated from each other by house- tenements for the poor, gave away his money, less lanes. The upper town is beyond any and carried his election. Both parties are thing narrow, dirty, and poor ; completely now struggling against the next trial. The a lousy looking place. I never elsewhere royalty is Luttrell's, and so tyrannical is this saw so many houses in ruins, and that at man that he has imprisoned some masters such distant intervals as evidently not to of vessels who were not his friends, for takhave been destroyed by the fire. In the ing the stones on the beach for ballast. fire one life only was lost, a madman about Under this despotism Minehead is ruining,