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This neglect of the drama is not, how»ver, to be attributed to the visitors or the nhabitants at the present day, a very elegant and commodious theatre having been erected in 1814, at a considerable expense, in another part of the town. But even here, a fatality attends our catholic ancestors, indicative of the instability of all sublunary affairs. The theatre has been erected on the site of the cloisters and cemetry of the grey friars' monastery, the tall, slender tower of which is still standing near, and is the only one remaining out of ten monasteries found in
Lynn at the dissolution; where, but for the lustful rapacity of that tyrannical "defender of the faith," Henry VIII., this sacred asylum of our departed ancestors would not have been profaned, nor thep mouldering particles disturbed, by a building as opposite to the one originall) erected, as darkness is to light. Thui time, instead of consecrating, so entirely obliterates our veneration for the things of yesterday, that the reflecting mind cannot forbear to exclaim with the moralist ol old,—" Sic transit gloria mundi."
ing—wli: nas seen many ups and downs, and has seldom failed to put his trials and hardships into rhyme. He is the poet of poverty and patience—teaching experience. He has seen the
"huts where poor men lie"
all his life; yet he has never ceased to chant as he proceeded on his painful pilgrimage, like the "nightingale with a thorn in her breast" It is true, he does not catry his harp to accompany his strains, but he carries his life, "The Life, Adventures, and Experience of David Love, written by Himself. Fifth edition:" and well doth it deserve both its title and sale. A curious, eventful story of a poor man's it is. First he is a poor parentdeserted lad ; then he has wormed himself into good service, and afterwards into a coal-pit, where he breaks his bones and almost crushes out life; then he is a traveller, a shopkeeper, a soldier fighting against the Highland rebels; he falls in lnve,gets into wedlock and a workhouse, is never in despair, and never out of trouble; with a heart so buoyant, that, like a cork on a boisterous flood, however he might be plunged into the depths, he is sure to rise again to the surface, and in all places and cases still pours out his rhymes—pictures of scenes around him, strange cabins and strange groups, love verses, acrostics, hymns, 8tc.
"I have composed many rhymes,
The cash to hring;
And them did sing."
So David sped, and so he speeds now in his 77th year, only that his travels have left him finally fixed at Nottingham. His wars and his loves have vanished; his circle of action has annually become more and more contracted; till, at length, the town includes the whole field of his perambulations, and even that is almost more than his tottering frame can traverse. Yet there he is! and the stranger who visits Nottingham will be almost sure to see nim, as represented in the print, crossing the market-place, with a parcel of loose papers in his hand ;—a rhyming account of the last Goose Fair, a flood, an execution, or one of David's own marriages,—for be it known to thee, gentle reader, that David Love has been a true son of the family of the Loves. He has ::ot sung his amatory lays for naught; he
has captivated the bean* if no less than three damsels, and he has various and memorable experience in wives.
David, like many of our modern geniuses, is a Scotchman. He tells us that he was born near Edinbuigh, but the precise place he affects not to know. The fact is, he is not very strong in his faith that, as he has tasted the sweets of a parish, he cannot be removed, and thinks it best to keep his birth-place secret : but the spot is Torriburn, on the Forth, the Scotch Highgate. David "has been to mair toons na Torriburn," as the Scotch say, when they intimate that they are not to be gulled.
After sustaining many characters in the drama of life whilst yet very young, a schoolmaster among the rest, he fairly flung himself and his genius upon the world, and rambled from place to place in Scotland, calling around him all the young ears and love-darting eyes by his original ballads. It was a dangerous life, and David did not escape scatheless. "At length so very bold I grew. My songs exposed to public view, And crowds of people round me drew,
/ was so funny; From side to side I nimbly flew
To catch the mone.,."
And he caught not only money, but matrimony,—and such a wife! alas! for poor David!
"As she always will rule the roast, I'd better be tied to a post,
And whipped to death,
And bear her wrath.
There tears I shed;
That e'er I wed."
The next step evidently enough was enlisting, which he did into the duke of Buccleugh's regiment; where, he says, he distinguished himself by writing a song in compliment of the regiment and its noble commander, concluding with,
"Now, at the last, what do you think
Of the author, David Love ?*' And whenever the duke and the officers saw him, they were sure to point, and say, "What do you think of the author, L>uvid Love?" These seem to have been David's golden days. N t only—
"One hand the pen, and one the sworn did wield,"
but lie was also an actor of plays for the amusement of the officers. However, his discharge came, and adventures crowded thickly upon him. He traversed England in all directions, married a second and a third time, figured away in London and Edinburgh, and finally in Nottingham, with ballads and rhymes of his own composing; saw the inside of a prison, was all but hanged for his suspicious and nomadic poverty, and after all, by his own showing, is now to be classed with the most favoured of mortals :—
"I am now 76 years of age, and I both see and hear as well as I did thirty years ago. My wife is aged about fifty, and has been the space of a year in tolerable health. She works hard at her silkwheel, to assist me; is an excellent housewife; gossips none: cleanly in cooking, famous at washing, good at sewing, marking, and mending her own and children's clothes. For making markets none can equal her. Consults me in every thing, to find if I think it right, before she proceeds to buy provisions, or clothes; strives to please me in every thing; and always studies my welfare, rejoicing when I am in health, grieved when I am pained or uneasy. She is my tender nurse to nourish me, my skilful doctress to administer relief when I am in sickness or in pain; in short, a better wife a poor man never had."
Truly, David, I think so too! A happy man art thou to be possessed of such an incomparable helpmate; and still happier that, unlike many a prouder bard, thou art sensible of thy blessings.
To show that although our minstrel often invokes the muse to paltry subjects for paltry gains, yet he can sometimes soar into a higher region, I give the following :—
THE CnrLD's DKEAM. The tubstance thereof being fan mint on fact
I'll tell you who 1 saw last night,
As [ lay sleeping on my bed; A shining creature all in light,
To me she seemed a heavenly maid.
I meet her tripping o'er the dew,
She saw, she smiled, she to me flew,
I looked, I loved, I blushed awhile,
She spoke so tweet, so sweet did smile,
For love my tender heart beguiled,
I felt unusual flames, mamma; My inward fancy turned so wild,
So very strange my dream, mamma.
Indeed I was, [ know not how,
Such wonders opened to my view.
Methonght we wandered in agiavc,
In joyful measures on we move.
She took me in her snow-white hand,
Far higher above sea and land,
The sea and land, with all their store,
Indeed they did appear no more
I sought my dear papa's estate,
The world in whole seemed not so great
We saw the sun but like a star,
The moon was like a mustard seed ,
Like Elias in his fiery car,
Swift as our thoughts, oh joyful day.
We glanced through all the boundless spheres; Their music sounding all the way,
Heaven sweetly rushing in our cars, ■
Now opens, and all we saw before
Were lost entirely to our view; The former things are now no more,
To us all things appeared new.
No death is there, nor sorrow there,
For death, sin, hell, and sorrow are,
With wintry storms the ground ne'er pinri
For there the sun of glory shines,
I saw my sister Anna there,
More than on earth her features fair,
Her robe was all a /lowing stream
Of rilver dipt in light, mamma,
It shone so strong and bright, mamma.
With this specimen of David's poetica. faculties, I leave him to the kind consideration of the well disposed.
January, 1826. M. T.
Mian Temperature ... 37 • 42.
1826. Ember Week. Ember weeks are those in which the Ember days fall. A variety of explanations have been given of the word Ember, but Nelson prefers Dr. Marechal's, "who derives it from the Saxon word importing, a circuit or courte; so that these fasts being nor occasional, but returning every year in certain courses, may properly be said to be Ember days, because fasts in course." The Ember days are the Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday after the hrst Sunday in Lent, and after the 13th of December. It is enjoined by the xxxi. canon of the church, "that deacons and ministers be ordained, or made, but only on the Sundays immediately following these Ember feasts."*
1731. Their majesties king George II. and the queen, beiDg desirous of seeing "the noble art of printing," a printing press and cases were put up at St. James's palace on the 15th of February, and the duke (of York) wrought at one of the cases, to compose for the press a little book of his own writing, called "The I-aws of Dodge-Hare." The two youngest princes, likewise, composed their names, &c., under the direction of Mr. S. Palmer, a printer, and author of the "History of Printing," which preceded Mr. Ames's more able work.f
came into all the cellars and ground rooms near the river on both sides, and flowed through the streets of Wappmg and Southwark, as its proper channel; a general inundation covered all the marshes and lowlands in Kent, Essex, Suffolk, Norfolk, and Lincolnshire, and some thousands of cattle were destroyed, with several of their owners in endeavouring to save them. The tide being brought in by a strong wind at N.W. was the highest in Lincolnshire of any for 135 years past. Seventeen breaches weie made, about sunrise, in the banks of the river between S aiding and Wisbech, with several between Wisbech and Lynn, and irreparable damage done; some graziers having lost all their cattle. At Clay, in Norfolk, waters came over the great beach, almost demolished the town, and left nine feet of water in the marshes. At Gold Ongar, Essex, Mr. Cooper, and four of his servants, were drowned in endeavouring to save some sheep, the sea wall giving way of a sudden. The little isles of Candy and Foulness, on the coast of Essex, were quite under water; not a hoof was saved thereon, and the inhabitants were taken from the upper part of their houses into boats. The particular damages may be better conceived than related.*
Mean Temperature ... 38 ■ 90.
Sittings after Term.
On the day after the expiration of every term, the courts of law continue to sit at Westminster, and try causes; and some judges come into London at the same time, for the same purpose. These sittings are called the " sittings after term," and during these periods, suits, arising out of clashing claims of important interests, are usually decided by the verdicts of special juries, and other litigations are disposed of.
The origin and progress of every possible action, in a court of law, are succinctly portrayed by " the Tree of Common Law"—an engraving in vol. i. p. 234. It stands there for " ornament and use;"—there are plenty of books to explain technical terms, and show the practice of the courts; any uninformed person, therefore, may easily obtain further information as to the modes; and any respectable attorney will advise an inquirer, who states all the particulars of his case, concerning the costs of attempting to sue or defend, and the chances of success. After proceeding so far, it will be requisite to pause, and then, as paramount to the legal advice, common sense should weigh consequences well, before giving " instructions to sue," or " defend," in
* Audlry's Companion to the Almanac. t Ccntleman't Magazine.
* Gentleman's Magazine
that wide and pathless mnze
Where law and custom, truth and fiction,
Craft, justice, strife, and contradiction,
With every blessing of confusion,
Quirk, error, quibble, and delusion,
Are all, if rightly understood,
Like jarring ministers of state,
'Mid anger, jealousy, and hate,
In friendly coalition joined,
To harmonize and bless mankind.
To some "whimsical miscellanies," subjoined at the place aforesaid, can be added or annexed, more or many others, of the same or the like kind. The realities of law may be relieved by the pleasures of imagination, and the heaviness of the "present sittings" be enlivened by a reported case, in the words of the reporter, (Stevem's Led.) premising, however, that he first publicly stated, with his head in his wig, and with a nosegay in his hand,
"Law is—law,—law is law, and as, in such and so forth, and hereby, and aforesaid, provided always, nevertheless, notwithstanding. Law is like a country dance, people are led up and down in it till they are tired. Law is like a book of surgery, there are a great many terrible cases in it. It is also like physic, they that take least of it are best off. Law is like a homely gentlewoman, very well to follow. Law is also like a scolding wife, very bad when it follows us. Law is like a new fashion, people are bewitched to get into it; it is also like bad weather, most people are glad when they get out of it.-' The same learned authority observes, that the case before referred to, and hereafter immediately stated, came before him, that is to say,
Bullum v. liniilitm.
There were two farmers, farmer A and farmer B. Farmer A was seized or possessed of a bull; farmer B was seized or possessed of a ferry-boat. Nowtheowner of the ferry-boat, having made his boat bit to a post on shore, with a piece of
hay, twisted rope fashion, or as we say, vulgo vocato, a hay-band. After he had made his boat fast to a post on shore, as it was very natural for a hungry man to do, he went up town to dinner; farmer A's bull, as it was very natural for a hungry bull to do, came down town to look for a dinner; and the bull observing discovering, seeing, and spying out, some turnips in the bottom of the ferry-boat the bull scrambled into the ferry-boat — he eat up the turnips, and to make an end of his meal, he fell to work upon the hay-band. The boat being eaten from its moorings, floated down the river, with the bull in it: it struck against a rock— beat a hole in the bottom of the boat, and tossed the bull overboard. Thereupon the owner of the bull brought his action against the boat, for running away with the bull, and the owner of the boat brought his action against the bull for running away with the boat.
At trial of these causes, Bullum v. Boatum, Boatum v. Bullum, the counsel for the bull began with saying,
"My lord, and you, gentlemen of the
"We are counsel in this cause for the bull. We are indicted for running away with the boat. Now, my lord, we have heard of running horses, but never of running bulls before. Now, ray lord, the bull could no more run away with the boat than a man in a coach may be said to run away with the horses; therefore, my lord, how can we punish what is not punishable? How can we eat what is not eatable? Or how can we drink what is not drinkable? Or, as the law says, how can we think on what is not thinkable? Therefore, my lord, as we are counsel in this cause for the bull, if the jury should bring the bull in guilty, the jurv would be guilty of a bull.
The counsel for the boat affirmed, that the bull should b» nonsuited, because the declaration did not specify of what colour he was; for thus wisely, and thus learnedly spoke the counsel: "My lord, if the bull was of no colour, he must be of some colour; and if he was not of any colour, of what colour could the bull be? I overruled this objection myself (says the reporter) by observing the bull was a white bull, and that white is no colour: besides, as I told my brethren, they should not trouble their heads to talk cf colour in the law, for the law car «o.oir my thing. The causes went to reft rirff i.aa ny th