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Which, onward hurling, makes the circling groupe
Keen, keener still, as life itself were staked,
In words the fight renewed is fought again,'
While festive mirth forgets the winged hours.—
• the mode of waking him in proper style.
Naturalists' Calendar. "Recollect," says he, "to put three canMean Temperature ... 36' 85. dies at the head of the bed, after you lay
me out, and two at the foot, and one at
each side. Mind now, and put a plate
3(3nUarp 31. with the salt onitjust a top of my breast.
And, do you hear! have plenty of tobacco
King Georpe IV. proclaimed.—Holiday and pipes enough; and remember to make
at the Exchequer. the punch strong. And—but what the
devil is the use of talking to you? sure I
"<"*>• know you'll be sure to botch it, as I won't
A newspaper of this day,* in the year be there myself."
1821, relates the following anecdote :— ——
All through Ireland the ceremonial of Mr. John Bull, an artist, with poetiwakes and funerals is most punctually at- cal powers exemplified in the first vntended to, and it requires some tcavoir lume* by a citation from his poem entifairt to carry through the arrangement in tied " The Museum," which deserves to be a masterly manner. A great adept at the better known, favours the Every-Day business, who had been the prime ma- Book with the following original lines, nager at all the wakes in the neighbour- The conflict between the cross and the hood for many years, was at last called crescent, renders the communication peaway from the death-beds of his friends culiarly interesting to those who indulge to his own. Shortly before he died he » hope that the struggle will terminate in s^ve minute directions to his people as to the liberation of Greece from " worse than Egyptian bondage."
* New Tiinn. • p. am
Till RAINBOW IN OBtF.CE.
By Mr. John Butt.
Arch of peace' the firmament
Hath not a form more fair Than thine, thus beautifully bent
Upon the lighten'd air.
Well might the wondrous bards of yore
Of thee so sweetly sing;
Returning with the spring!
An angel's form to thee they gave,
Celestial feign'd thy birth, Saw thee now span the light green wive,
And now the greener earth.
Yet then, where'er thy smile was seen
On land, or billowy main. Thou seem'd to watch, with look serene.
O'er Freedom's glorious reign.
Thy brilliant arch, around the sky.
The nurse ol hope appear'd, Sweet as the light of liberty,
Wherewith their souls were cheer'd!
But ah! if thou, when Greece was young,
Didst visit realms above;
A messenger of love:
What tale, in heaven, hast thou to tell.
Of tyrants and their slaves— Despots, and soul-bound men that dwell
Without their fathers' graves!
Ob 1 when they see thy beauteous bow.
Surround their ancient skies,
Tis then their hour to rise?
Let them unsheath the daring sword.
And, pointing up to thee,
And march to set them free
Upon thine arch of hope they'd glance,
"The clouds are breaking off—advance, "We will be slaves no more!"
The "Mirror of the Months" rcpreents of the coming month, that—
"Now the Christmas holidays are jver, and all the snow in Russia could not make the first Monday in this month look any other than black, in the home-loving eyes of little schoolboys; and the streets of London are once more evacuated of happy wondering faces, that look any way but straight before them; and sobs are beard, and sorrowful faces seen to issue from sundry post-chaises that carry sixteen inside, exclusive of cakes and boxes;
and theatres are no longer conscious at unconscious eclats de rire, but the whole audience is like Mr. Wordsworth's cloud "which moveth altogether, if it move at all."
In the gardens of our habitations, ana the immense tracts that provide great cities with the products of the earth, the cultivator seizes the first opportunity to prepare and dress the bosom of our common mother. "Hard frosts, if they come at all, are followed by sudden thaws; and now, therefore, if ever, the mysterious old song of our school days stands a chance of being verified, which sings of 'Three children sliding on the ice. All on a summer's day!' Now the labour of the husbandman recommences; and it is pleasant to watch (fiom your library-window) the ploughteam moving almost imperceptibly along, upon the distant upland that the bare trees have disclosed to you.—Nature is as busy as ever, if not openly and obviously, secretly, and in the hearts of her sweet subjects the flowers; stirring them up to that rich rivalry of beauty which is to greet the first footsteps of spring, and teaching them to prepare themselves for her advent, as young maidens prepare, months beforehand, for the marriage festival of some dear friend.—If the flowers think and feel (and he who dares to say that they do not is either a fool or a philosopher—let him choose between the imputations'.)—if the flowers think and feel, what a commotion must be working within their silent hearts, when the pinions of winter begin to grow, and indicate that he is at least meditating his flight Then do they, too, begin to meditate on May-day, and think on the delight with which they shall once more breathe the fresh air, when they have leave to escape from their subterranean prisons; for now, towards the latter end of this month, they are all of them at least awake from their winter slumbers, and most are busily working at their gay toilets, and weaving their fantastic robes, and shaping their trim forms, and distilling their rich essences, and, in short, getting ready in all things, that they may be duly prepared to join the bright procession of beauty that is to greet and glorify the annual coming on of their sovereign lady, the spring. It is true none of all this can be seen. But what a race should we be, if wo kne*« and
When, in the zodiac, the Fish wheel round,
They loose the floods, and irrigate the ground.
Then, husbandmen icsume their wonted toil.
Yoke their strong steers, and plough the yielding toil:
Then prudent gard'ners seize the happy time,
To dig and trench, and prune for shoots to climb,
Inspect their borders, mark the silent birth
Of plants, successive, from the teeming earth,
Watch the young nurslings with paternal care,
And hope for "growing weather all the year.
Yet February's suns uncertain shine,
tor rain and frost alternately combine
To stop the plough, with sudden wintry storms—*
And, often, fearful violence the month deform*,
Flowert A good garden in a sunny day, at the commencement of this month, has many delightful appearances to a lover of nature, and issues promises of further gratification. It is, however, in ball-rooms and theatres that many of the sex, to whose innocence and beauty the lily is likened, resort for amusement, and see or wear the mimic forms of floral loveliness. Yet this approach to nature, though at an awful distance, is to be hailed as an impulse of her own powerful working in the very heart of fashion; and it has this advantage, that it supplies means of existence to industry, and urges ingenuity to further endeavour. Artificial wants are rapidly supplied by the necessity of providing for real ones; and the wealthy accept drafts upon conditions which
indigence prescribes, till it becomes lifted above poverty to independence
The manufacture of artificial flowers is not wholly unknown in England, but our neighbours, the French, eclipse us in the accuracy and variety of their imitations. Watering-places abound with these wonders of their work-people, and in the metropolis there are depots, from whence dress-makers and milliners are supplied by wholesale.
The annexed literal copy of a French flower-maker's card, circulated during the summer of 1822 among the London shopkeepers, is a whimsical specimen of self-sufficiency, and may save some learners of French from an overweening confidence in their acquisition of that language, which, were it displayed in Paris, would be as whimsical in that metropolis as this English is in ours.
M. MARLOTEAU et (X
Manufacturer! from Paris,
To London 14 Broad street , Oxford street.
I A Warhouse for FRENCH FLOWERS , for each Season , fealhar from I ) hat ladies of their own Manufacture elegant fans of the NEWEST TASTE. I
j And of Manufactures of Paris , complette sets ornaments for balls, snuff 1 ) boxes scale gold and silver, boxes toilette , ribbons and embroidered , hat | ) et cap, from Ladies of the newest Taste, China , all sorts , etc.
He commit generally the articles from Paris , Manufacturers.
And send in all BRITISH CITY.
Atlandance from Nine o'clock in the Morning till five in the Afternc
.Mean Temperature . . .39 • 70.
Purification, or Candlemas. 1826.—Holiday at the Public Offices. This day, the festival of " the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary," is sometimes called Christ'* Presentation, the Holiday of St Simeon, and The Wives' Feast. An account of its origin and celebration is in vol. i. p. 199. A beautiful composition in honour of the Virgin is added as a grace to these columns. Portuguese Hymn.
TO THE VIRGIN MARY.
By John Leyden.
We called no other name but thine,
Ave Maris Stella I
When dark and lone is all the sky,
Ave Maris Stella!
When wrecking tempests round us rave,
Ave Maris Stella! Star of me desert waters wild,
Who pitying hears the seaman's cry, The God of mercy, as a child,
On that chaste bosom loves to lie;
While soft the chorus of the sky
Their hymns of tender mercy sing,
And angel voice., name on high
The mother of the heavenly king,
Ave Maris Stella!
The waves sleep silent round the keel,
That made the deep's foundations reel:
• • • * •
• • » • ■
An- Ma, is Si. l'.i!
Star of the mild and placid seas,
Whom rainbow rays of mercy crown,
Whose name thy faithful Portuguese
When gathering clouds obscure their light,
The star of Ocean glitters bright,
Star of the deep! when angel lyres
To hymn thy holy name essay. In vain a mortal harp aspires
To mingle in the mighty lay!
Mother of God! one living ray
VVhen storms and tempests pass away
On Candlemas-day, 1734, there was a grand entertainment for the judges, sergeants, &c. in the Temple-hall. The lord chancellor, the earl of Macclesfield, the bishop of Bangor, together with other distinguished persons, were present, and the prince of Wales attended incog. At night the comedy of " Love for Love" was acted by the company of his Majesty's revels from the Haymarket theatre, who received a present of 50/. from the societies of the Temple. The judges, according to an ancient custom, danced "round the coal fire," singing an old French song.*
THE COAL AND THE DIAMOND
'Twa? *m,,"> an(I 8°. perhaps, forgotten; Whilst in the room, and near in size, lr a fine casket lined with cotton, Ir, pomp and state, a diamond lies. "So, little gentleman in black," The brilliant spark in anger cried, "I hear, in philosophic clack, Our families are close allied;
But know, the splendour of my hue,
Should teach such little folks as you
And envy not your charms divine \
* Gentleman's Masasinu.