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sex.” “Beware, my young friend,” said Apelles; “ you are now in the morning of life, whilst the senses are yet fervid and unworn." “My mind is resolved,” said Combabus, and thou, my friend, shalt give me letters of acquaintance to some friend of thine at Antioch.” “I have but one friend there,” said Apelles; it is Erasistratus, the nephew of my old friend Aristotle, and physician to the Queen. *****"
[We break off here for the present, but shall probably continue the adventure of Combabus and Stratonice in a future Number.]
OLD CHRISTMAS TIMES AT THE TEMPLE. We have not heart almost to touch upon the merry days that have been kept in our halls. We address not ourselves to the distant years when knighthood held gay and gallant reign within these borders, nor aught would we here fain know of those places,
the bricky towres,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowres." Bowers indeed! but now forsaken of the good spirit that used to dwell therein. As to the old virtues of hospitality, social kindness, good-fellowship-—this goodly pile of ours is but of yesterday; our benchers (patriarchal title !) have not a touch of antiquity. The fashion of their persons is contemporary with the notions of the least amongst us. That they are of recent date, you have a probate in whatsoever they say-in whatsoever they do. Speak not to them of the Christmas of ancient days--the epic times of the Temple the spring season for the affections of its young followers. They will not hear you upon the glories of the banqueting hour, nor in celebration of the reign of the mighty Prince of the time, or the ministry of Masters of Revels and Lord, of Misrule; nor yet touching the history of the marvellous conversion of lawyers, benchers, and their mighty paramounts,” (who may not be lightly spoken of) into wilful abettors of the game of blindman's-buff, knowingly giving countenance, aid, and support to the practices of minstrels, jesters, and such like.* We had a parliament here in ancient times-a blessing of a legislature it was. The approach of Christmas always brought a full attendance, for then bills were brought in, papers laid on the table (and no doubt much oratory spilt upon the occasion) for the due solemnization of the merry rites, time out of mind celebrated by their good predecessors. They were in earnest about the matter. Commend us to a corporation for the ordering of a feast. Straight were ministers appointed-straight were the hands of government strengthenedand all their resources produced, to meet the vast exigency of the time.t
Dugdale, in his “Origines Juridiciales," has extracted from the Registers of the Temple an account of the manner of spending the Christmas there. But for a sprightly and picturesque description of the same scenes, we refer to the " Accidence of Armoury," by Gerard Leigh.
† The officers of all kinds were chosen in full Parliament, in Trinity-term, every year; and the provisions which were contrived against crosses and contingencies, embody much rare practical wisdom.
But, by our Lady, it is the day, the long-expected day of rejoicing, and the tables are all set. Hark to that courageous blast-it is the grand procession with the first course. You see our great officers of state at the head. What a fantastic group would their quaint costume make of them, but for the glare of those torches borne in front! The constable marshal, for a follower of Minerva, really shows bravely in his mail of knighthood. But see, the tables have received their destined burden—the awful courtesies are
over, and the rites begun. Now mark that dish of precedence, so • reverently gazed upon by all-it is smoking beneath the "eyes in
tent” of that worthy “auncient”? seated in the place of honour. That, Sir, is the boar's head soused—it is a storied dish, and there are secrets in its biography that may not be lightly told. It was among the temporalities that stuck longest to the mitre.* The second and third courses are served up with the same ceremony as the first.t The tables being "avoided” after the banquet,“ in fair and decent manner,” after a due interval devoted “not to toys, but wine,” the "auncientest” Master of the Revels (always a fellow of infinite jest) adventured, as by office bound, even upon a carol suited to the occasion; and having to the extent of his good voice diligently performed the same, had the right, in virtue of the dangerous service, to claim a carol from one of the company, who likewise nomi. nated his successor. And thus the laughing hours passed by, until the clamorous blast proclaimed that the Master of the Revels began his reign. But of the delights of those moments, ere that blast was heard, who shall speak? The circle of elders that you see grouped about that table-what a communion of high spirits is there !-what intelligence-what a tone of mind are expressed in that brilliant period !-what a war of wit is lighted up amongst them how they smite each other with their airy brands!. But hear the wild laugh from the young group beneath them; these are the known patrons of every freak-the open professors of mischief—the very children of Misrule in conspiracy against the peace of every sober subject of his Mightiness, the great paramount of the time. But the Master of the Revels is on the floor with his trainband of jesters and mummers. We will invoke them even in the words of old Chaucer, as worthy a member of our Inn as has been seen since his day:
“Doe come, my mynstreles
Anon in my armyage,
• The boar's head is, we believe, still served up on Christmas-day, at Queen's College, Oxford, with ancient pomp and circumstance.
| The ceremonial after supper was, perhaps, the most interesting of any. The tables were taken up, and the Prince took his station under the place of bonour, where his achievement was beautifully embroidered, and advised well of sundry matters with the ambassadors of foreign nations. There he was attended in true Oriental style. His Highness distributed honours by the hands of his great officers with regal liberality.
A learned gentleman of those days was no Sir Oracle, that would a“ wilful stillness” affect,
“And with his gown his gravity maintain." The morality of the time was so ordered as that a man might be thought good for something, although he had his teeth; nor was it laid down that to be sound of limb was good evidence of infirmity of mind. And thus it was, that the barrister of that golden age was enabled to pass through the disastrous chances and hairbreadth 'scapes of the Christmas festival with applause; nor was it a punishable offence
“ That he could play, and daunce, and vault, and spring,
And all that else pertains to revelling.”
“Oh! all is gone; and all that goodly glee
Is laid a bed."
A FEW TEMPLARS.
TO A FRIEND.
Henry, my friend! thou gazest on mine eye,
And steal'st thy lingering glance athwart my brow,
Those once so bright, appear so joyless now ? -
Sheds on thy cheek a love-like brilliancy-
More dark than ere his rays illumined thee.
Too warm for wo, too radiant for regret;
But now they shine no more—my sun is set!
THE TRAVELLING PROPENSITIES, AND OPINIONS OP JOHN BULL.
The English are allowed to be more given to occasional migration than any other people; strength of purse, and a national morbidness of temper that requires the dissipation of foreign scenes and society, have been assigned as causes : to whatever extent they may be so, they are certainly not the only ones. Islanders as we are, the ideal limits that confine us to our home are more strongly marked—it is the ocean that rolls between us and other countries, and that unaccountable impulse to self-liberation, which we feel locally as well as morally, swells in proportion to the magnitude of the barrier that obstructs it. The Alps are a noble boundary in imagination, but geographers, that unromantic sect, destroy it :there is a line of demarcation on Mount St. Bernard, astride of which one may have his right foot in Italy and his left in Francea feat of no small sublimity to modern tourists. This facility of communication lessens the dignity of both countries; the very essence of grandeur is in the idea of isolation, and we feel it in the boast of the poet
“ I stood and stand alone, remember'd or forgot." There is no association connected with our country, so endearing and ennobling as our “ocean-wall.”. We are conscious of being surrounded, like the earth itself, with an unfathomable element; and we pass it with feelings akin to those which we might experience in voyaging to another planet. It is otherwise with the Continental nations of Europe: their journeys from metropolis to metropolis resemble our trips from London to York, or to Manchester—they see strange faces and strange people, but it is the plain road-way all along. Besides, their vicinity and intermixture with each other completely check those romantic anticipations, with which we look beyond sea. Europe is common life to them, while to us it is a drama, and a dream-a paradise to be explored and enjoyed.
With such current sentiments amongst us, it is no wonder that we should have been overrun with tours and visits, barren journals, and dissertative quartos on leagues and posting. The proper period or fitting disposition for travel is difficult to fix on or attain; -we should be young to possess in its freshness the spring of sympathy and association; and without the knowledge which it demands years to acquire, the objects most pregnant with interest will be but a dead letter. Such things must be left to chance:-a good stock of animal spirits is, after all, the best compagnon de voyage; it enables one to quaff the delicious draught of novelty, unmixed with that feeling of desolation that comes upon us, amid foreign scenes and unaccustomed sounds. It is doubly necessary to the ignorant linguist, for vivacity is a language current every where; it is always understood, and is by far a better interpreter than Blagdon, or any other Manuel de Voyageur. Testy and Sensitive have put nothing on record half so miserable as one of our Smellfungus's stuck in the corner of a Diligence, abandoned to his own spleen and sullenness. These woful personages must exceedingly perplex the curious inhabitants of the country where they journey, to discover what the deuce can bring such living corpses
among them. But there are some of these we should not insultos the diseased and the broken, many perhaps in spirit and in heart, that seek in more genial climes to recruit their health and life. The numerous tombs with English inscriptions, that are to be seen in Pere La Chaise,* and in the burying-grounds throughout the South of France, attest the final repose of many a valetudinarian. There are, however, more substantial and less sentimental monuments of our love of travel left throughout Europe. Chateaubriand, the epic itinerarian, found very comfortable traces of them in Peloponnesus.“ There is at Misitra,” says he, "a Greek house of entertainment, called the Auberge Anglaise, where they eat roastbeef and drink Port-wine. Travellers are, in this respect, under great obligations to the English; it is they who have established good inns throughout all Europe--in Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Spain--at Constantinople, and at Athens, and here, even to the very gates of Sparta, in despite of Lycurgus.”+ How would the Pythian prophetess have astonished the old worthies of Greece, if she had foretold them the establishment of English chop-houses amidst the ruins of Athens and Lacedæmon!
It is easier to create a demand for roast-beef than to write books -our success has consequently been more complete in the former attempt. We have no such traveller as Humboldt; yet some people compare him with Dr. Clarke, who, as a brother correspondent observes somewhere, travelled to Russia for the purpose of proving Richard the Third not so great a villain, after all, as Shakspeare and the pit would have hiin. As an individual, I must record myself to have learned from that gentleman's first volume an abundance of information extremely difficult to reconcile. I found the Russians to be the most amiable people in the world, and the greatest rogues; and throughout the course of the volume, as of Dr. Clarke's journey, they rise and fall in the scale of human excellence so abruptly, that one is inclined to attribute the unfavourable character of the Russians to the ruggedness of their roads, that jolted the traveller out of good humour, while the Cossacks seem indebted for the praise of honesty and civilization to the smooth plains over which his carriage glided. I am no traveller, nor beholder of sights; yet, like all the world, took a trip to the Continent some years since, and must say, that what most astonished me were the volumes of our tourists. The descriptions of columns, arcs, façades, and colonnades, are all very correct; the pictures of private society abroad, sach as Lady Morgan's "France," may be very correct for aught I know—they are, at any rate, very entertaining; but the accounts we have been favoured with concerning the strange manners of the people the profound analyses of national character gathered from the alleys of Paris
the levity of the women--the politeness of the men—the cheapness of amusements—the profusion of the English, &c. &c. nine assertions in ten, appear to me the exact converse of the truth.
To commence with what I have last enumerated-profusion, what
• There are some lamentable traits of national envy displayed in the beautiful cemetery of Mont Louis. Some inscriptions over the bodies of English have been partially injured and defaced: that over Major Randolph, if we recollect aright, is one.
† Itineraire, tom. i.