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“Hum ribeiro, que com suas correntes e claras agoas fazia os coraçoes alegres a quem os assi nā tinha.”—PALMEIRIM.

“ The wanton lover in a curious strain

Can praise his fairest fair,
And with quaint metaphors her curled hair

Curle o'er again.

“ Huma dona, que em sua presença representava ser pessoa de merecimento, tendo tal aparencia e autoridade que obrigava todo homem a tratala com mais acatamento do que suas obras mereciam."-Ibid.

" LORD hear my heart, Which hath been broken now so long, That every part

Hath got a tongue."

“ Wilt thou defei “ HER speech, like lovers watch'd, was kind

To succour me and low."-GONDIBERT.

Thy pile of dust, wherein each crumb
Says 'come.'"

Famine, plague, and time
Are enemies enough to human life,
None need o'ercharge death's quiver with
a crime."


“ Whose musk-cat verse “Who on their urged patience can prevail, Whose expectation is provok'd with fear ?" Voids nought but flowers."—CLEVELAND. “ Slow seems their speed whose thoughts before them run."


The motto for James Douglas's new method of cutting for the stone is “ Citò, tu

tè, jucundé !" “ WEALTH is the conjurer's devil, Whom when he thinks he hath, the devil hath him."—HERBERT.

That reverend and faithfull Minister of “MAKE not thy sport abuses, for the fly

the word, Dr. Sibs, late preacher unto the That feeds on dung, is coloured thereby."

Honourable Society of Gray's Inn, and Mas

ter of Katharine Hall in Cambridge, pub“ Be calm in arguing, for fierceness makes lished a 4to volume of sermons on the 4, 5, Error a fault."

and 6 chapters of Solomon's Song, 1648, en

titled “ BOWELS OPENED." “ KNEELING ne'er spoilt silk stocking."

“ COMENZÒ la niña (S. Clara) de tierna edad à resplandecer en la noche del mundo." -AL VILLEGAS.

“The Sundays of man's life

Thredded together on Times string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife

Of the eternal glorious king." "My thoughts are all a case of knives

Wounding my heart." Ibid.

The British Church. “BEAUTY in thee takes up her place, And dates her letters from thy face

When she doth write.”—Ibid.

Charles the Warlike. 1477. CHARLES the Warlike, Duke of Burgundy, was defeated and slain by the Swiss and Germans at Nancy. Being overthrown a great troop of lanciers, and not able to be relieved of his followers, for that they were prisoners. He had three out England in general, how shamefully is wounds, the one on the head, the other in this pious and affectionate duty neglected ! the thigh, and the third in the fundament. Our cemeteries, notwithstanding the awful The Bourguignons would not believe that purposes to which they are consecrated, are he was slain, but that he was fled into Ger- in almost every parish, either common thomanie, and that he had vowed to do seven rough-fares, or constantly frequented by years penance. There were some among boys, where they pursue their different the Bourguignons which sold jewels, horses, sports unmolested. In Wales these things and other things to be paid when he should are not suffered: such practices would justly return; and at Burchselles, in the diocesse be deemed a profanation. The graves in of Spierre, in Germany, a poore man beg- | the church-yards there are neatly covered ging, they thought him to be the Duke, who with turf, and in many places planted with did penance : every man desired to see him, evergreens. Every week some relative or and he received good alms.”—GRINESTONE's friend visits the spot where sleep the objects History of the Netherlands.

of regard, to see that it has sustained no inThis was the Duke defeated at Murat. jury, and to scatter over it such flowers as

may happen to be in bloom. The author and two other gentlemen, in a tour through

Wales, had the satisfaction to witness this Welsh Churchyards.

spirit-soothing ceremony: a decent-looking “ She views

female was seen to perform it with every The heapy church-yards, where should sign of tenderness and sensibility.” peaceful sleep

BOOKER. The relics of the dead. What mouldering bones unhous'd above the soil!

The Passing Bell. The sire dislodged by burial of his son ! “ The passing bell was anciently rung for The child by her that bare it! rudely thrown two purposes ; one, to bespeak the prayers To light of day.

of all good Christians for a soul just departWithin thy region, Cambria! never shock'd ing; the other, to drive away the evil spirits Beholds the visitant of churchyard scenes who stood at the bed's foot and about the Sights so inhuman. There green turf and house, ready to seize their prey, or at least flowers

to molest and terrify the soul in its passage: Cover the once and ever-loved remains

but by the ringing of that bell (for Durandus Of kindred and of friends, flowers, weekly informs us, evil spirits are much afraid of shed,

bells) they were kept aloof; and the soul, And watered with soft tears. No lengthened like a bunted hare, gained the start, or had time

what is by sportsmen called law. Hence, Effaces their remembrance from the mind, perhaps, exclusive of the additional labour, No season from the spirit-soothing rite was occasioned the high price demanded for The tender mourner ever can restrain." tolling the greatest bell of the church; for BOOKER'S Malvern. that being louder, the evil spirits must go

farther off to be clear of its sound." - En" In a civilized country one would natu- cyclopædia. rally suppose that a decent attention were paid to the places where are deposited the remains of departed friends; but through

Reservoir of Mareb.

6 The Sabeans had a reservoir or bason See infrà, p. 109.-J. W. W. for water which was anciently famous and which I often heard talked of in Arabia ; no longer watered from the reservoir, bebut nobody could give me an exact descrip- came waste and barren, and the city was tion of it, except one man of rank, who thus left without means of subsistence. had been born at Mareb, and had always “ Mareb was known to the ancients as lived there. He told me, that the famous the capital of the Sabeans by the name of reservoir, called by the Arabs Sitte Mareb, Mariaba. In its neighbourhood are some was a narrow valley between two ranges of ruins, which are pretended to be the rehills, and a day's journey in length. Six or mains of the palace of Queen Balkis."seven small rivers meet in that valley, hold- | NIEBUHR. ing their course S. and S. W. and advancing from the territories of the Imam. Some of these rivers contain fishes, and their wa

Devotement of the Arabs. ters flow through the whole year; others “ The Arabs have a singular way of disare dry, except in the rainy season. The playing their courage in engagements, not two ranges of hills which confine this valley, unlike the devotement to the infernal gods approach so near to each other upon the among the ancients. A soldier willing to eastern end, that the intermediate space signalize his attachment to his master, binds may be crossed in five or six minutes. To up his leg to his thigh, and continues to fire confine the waters in the rainy season, the away upon the enemy, till either they be entrance into the valley was here shut up routed, or he himself be slain upon the field by a high and thick wall ; and at outlets, of battle. I could take this only for a fable through which the water thus collected when it was first told me, but I was aftermight be conveyed in the season of drought wards convinced of its truth, by a late into water the neighbouring fields, three large stance in the case of a Schiech of Haschflood-gates were formed in the wall, one id-u Bekil, in the Imam's service, who above another. The wall was fifty feet high, devoted himself in this manner in a battle and built of large hewn stones. Its ruins against his own countrymen. Six slaves are still to be seen. But the waters, which charged muskets for him, which he continued it formerly used to confine, are now lost to fire upon the enemy, till, being at last among the sands, after running only a short deserted by the Imam's troops, and even way. Thus was there nothing incredibly by his own servants, he was cut in pieces.” wonderful in the true account of the Sabean -Ibid. reservoir. Similar, although much smaller reservoirs, are formed at the roots of the mountains in many places through Yemen.

Sketches of Nature. Near Constantinople is a vale, the entrance “Why should the winter always be preinto which is likewise shut up by a wall to sented to our view, like chilling old age, confine the water, which is conveyed thence muffled up in fur skin ?"-Stranger. Motto in aqueducts into the capital of the Otto- to December. man empire.

The moon bright ere the daylight is gone. “ The tradition that the city of Mareb The flaky clouds are dark, yet they appear was destroyed by a deluge, occasioned by not heavier. They look like the patches of the sudden bursting of the wall, has entirely vegetation on the sea sand. the air of a popular fable. It seems more The martins.— Thetr tails are forked ; probable that the wall, being neglected, fell they flutter at their nests before they engradually into disrepair when the kingdom ter, showing their white bodies, and often of the Sabeans declined. But the ruin of rise up and hover there, then dart away on the wall proved fatal to the city in a dif- arrowy wing. Their notes are even musical ferent way. The neighbouring fields, when I sometimes. At evening, when looking from young

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the window, the murmuring of their

A path but little frequented— the grass is pleasant-a placid sound, according with a darker green, not worn away. the quietness of all around.

July 20. Over the western hill it is like a sea of glory, the mist that terminates it

Poem of Tarafat. graduates into clouds of illuminated dark

P. 8. “She smiles and displays her bright ness, the sun shines full forth.

A mountainous ridge of cloud spreads southwards, like a privet plant in full bloom, which

teeth rising from their dark-coloured basis, their summits whitened.

pierces a bank of pure sand, moistened with July 22. I see the distant hills through the

dew." rainbow; and now it falls upon Pill' and its

42. “ I shake the lash over my camel white church. The green predominates,

and she quickens her pace, while the sultry and then the faint reddishness. It travels

vapour rolls in waves over the burning with the clouds. I first saw it tinging Wal

cliffs." ton Castle, and it has now passed completely

64. “I see no difference between the

tomb of the anxious miser gasping over his A line of dark cloud, a blue gray, the sun

hoard, and the tomb of the libertine lost in sinks behind it, the streaks above glowing,

the maze of voluptuousness. You behold their remoter sides a brownish red.

the sepulchres of them both raised in two July 23, nine o'clock. I never saw an

heaps of earth, on which are elevated two evening sky more beautiful. It rains. The

broad piles of solid marble, among the clouds are of the darkest gray ; but through

tombs closely connected." one long opening the sky appears of the

101. “The muscles of our chargers quake clearest light, a yellow whiteness.

as soon as they mingle in battle." July 30. The with-weed, or white con

103. “ Time will produce events of which volvulus, is now in blossom. Pestilent as it

thou canst have no idea ; and he, to whom is in gardens, I cannot but like it, it so

thou gavest no commission, will bring thee clothes the bush on which it seizes, and its white bell flower is so graceful.

unexpected news."2_MOALLAKAT. I see fern growing amid the moss and ivy of an old wall. Greenness of the young ivy.

Poem of Zohair. A fine red dwarf hollihock is now in blos

The canal around the tent mentioned. som by the ruined cottage in the glen below K. Weston hill. A beautiful relic of feared the number of tents, where Death,

P. 41. “ He made a fierce attack, nor cultivation among nettles and weeds. The roots of the elms at Stapleton are

the mother of vultures, had fixed her man

sion." prodigiously fine. They run into each other, and emboss the ground like some cathedral

59. “Experience has taught me the events roof. Their long flutings near the ground

of this day and yesterday ; but as to the

events of to-morrow, look like the clusters of a Gothic column.

confess my blindNight. The light-leaved poplars now

ness.”—Ibid. dark as a cypress grove. It has been a wet day : the clouds still

Poem of Lebeid. hang heavy, though whitely shining in parts. The distant hill is a mass of dark blue.

P. 11. “ In the plains which now are

naked a populous tribe once dwelt; but they | The names here shew us where Southey decamped at early dawn, and nothing. of was at this time residing. Pill is a chapelry in the parish of Easton in Gordano, and Union of This is the motto to the third book of Tha. Bedminster, six miles from Bristol.-J. W.W. I laba.-J. W. W.

them remains but the canals which encircled their tents, and the Thumaam plants with

Poem of Hareth. which they were repaired."

P. 64. “They surprised you not indeed 15. “ They hastened their camels, till the by a sudden assault, but they advanced, and sultry vapour gradually stole them from the sultry vapour of noon, through which thy sight."

you saw them, increased their magnitude." 34. “ They divide the waters of the full 74. “ We thrust them before us till the stream, whose banks are covered with the muscles of their thighs were breeched in plants of Kolaam. Banks which a grove of

gore." reeds, part erect and part laid prostrate, overshades or clothes us with a mantle."

Run, Madoc's Brother's Death. 53. “ When the flashes of the noon-tide vapour dance over the plain, and the sultry A. D. 1143. “ SHORTLIE after died Run, mist clothes the parched hills.”

the sonne of Prince Owen of North Wales, a 62. “On many a cold morning, when the faire and a goodlie yoong man, whose death freezing winds howl, and the hand of the when it came to his father's eares did so North holds their reins, I turn aside their trouble him, that no kind of plesure could blast from the travellers whom I receive in comfort his heavie hart, so that he led the

night in teares and the day in heavinesse." 76. “ To the cords of my tent approaches – Powell's History of Cambria. every needy matron.”—Ibid.

my tent."

Character of Hoel.
Poem of Antara.

A. D. 1145. “At this time Cadelh, MereP. 29. “ She turns her right side, as if dyth and Rees, the sons of Gruffyth ap Recs she were in fear of some large headed ap Theodor, did lead their powers against screamer of the night.”

the castell of Gwys, which after they saw 70. “ Then I knew with certainty, that, they could not win, they sent for Howel, in so fierce a contest with them, many a

the sonne of Owen Prince of North Wales, heavy blow would make the perched birds

to their succour, who for his prowesse in of the brain fly quickly from every skull." the field and his discretion in consultation -Ibid.

was counted the floure of chivalrie, whose presence also was thought onlie sufficient to

overthrowe anie hold."-Ibid. Poem of Amru. P. 40. “ Our dark javelins exquisitely wrought of Karthlaran reeds, slender and

Cynetha. delicate." 79. “ We have coats of mail that glitter

“ In the year 1151, O. Gwyneth tooke like lightning, the plaits of which are seen

Cunetha, his brother Cadwalhon his sonne, in wrinkles above our belts. When at any he should have children to inherit part of

and put out his eies and gelded him, least time our heroes put them off, you may see

the land."-Ibid. their skin blackened with the the steel."

81. “ The plaits of our hauberks resemble the surface of a pool, which the winds

Owen Cyveilioc. have ruffled in their course."

“OWEN CYVEILIOC married Wenlhian the daughter of O. Gwy."-Ibid.

pressure of

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