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There he sits like a desolate thing,
His task is o'er—his duty done,
I wander here amid the blast,
And a dreary look I backward cast;
The best of my years I feel are fled,
And I look to the coming time with dread
My heart in a desert land has been,
Where the flower of hope alone was green;
And little in life's decline have I
To expect from kindred's sympathy.
Like the leaves now whirl'd from yonder spray,
The dreams I have cherish'd day by day,
On the wings of sgrrow pass away.
Yet I despair not—time will bring
To the plumeless bird a new bright wing,
A warmer breeze to the now chill'd flower,
And to those who mourn a lighter hour;
A gay green leaf to the faded tree,
And happier days, I trust, to me.
'Twas best that the weeds of sorrow sprung
With my heart's few flowers, while yet 'twas young,
They can the sooner be destroy'd,
And happiness fill their dreary void.
Mean Temperature .... 50 . 77.
Battle Of Trafalgar.
In a dreadful engagement off Cape Trafalgar, on the 21st of October, 1805, between the English fleet, consisting of twenty-seven sail of the Hue and four frigates, and the combined fleets of France and Spain, consisting of thirty-three sail and seven frigates, which lasted four hours, twenty sail of the enemy were unk or destroyed, and the French commander-in-chief, (admiral Villeneuve,) with two Spanish admirals, were made prisoners. The gallant Nelson was wounded about the middle of the action, and died nearly at its close.—" Thus terminated the brilliant career of our peerless Naval Hero, who was, beyond dispute, preeminent in courage, in a department of the British service where all our countrymen are proverbially ounM.eous: who, to unrivalled courage, united
skill equally conspicuous and extraordinary; who, in consequence of these rare endowments, never led on our fleets to battle that he did not conquer; and whose name was a tower of strength to Entrland. and a terror to her foes."*
Naturalists' Calendar. Mean Temperature ... 50 • 62.
Child Played For. In October, 1735, a child of James and Elizabeth Leesh, of Chester-le-street. in the county of Durham, was played for at cards, at the sign of the Salmon, one game, four shillings against the child, by Henry and John Trotter, Robert Thomson, and Thomas Ellison, which was won by the latter, and delivered to them accordingly.f
Naturalists Calendar. Mean Temperature ... 49 ■ 97.
* Btitler'i Chronological Exerriw, t Sj kes's Local Records, ;i. 79.
Rohan Remains At Pancras.
A former notice of some antiquities in this vicinity, seems to have occasioned the subjoined article on similar remains. Its initials will be recognised as those of a correspondent, whose communications have been acceptable, and read with interest.
Roman Remains At Pancras.
Sib,—In the ninetieth number of your Every-Day Book, (the present volume, col. 1197-1204,) a very interesting article appeared on the subject of the Roman remains near Pentonville, and thinking you may be inclined to acquaint your readers with "Caesar's Camp" at St. Pancras, situate near the old church, which are likely in the course of a short time to be entirely destroyed by the rage for improvement in that neighbourhood, I forward you the following particulars.
The only part at present visible is the pratorium of Csesar, which may be seen in the drawing that accompanies this, but the ditch is now nearly filled up. I visited the spot about a week ago, and can therefore vouch for its existence up to that time, but every thing around it begins to bear a very different aspect to what it did about two years back, when my attention was particularly called to the spot from having read Dr. Stukeley's remarks on the subject. At that time I was able to trace several other vestiges, which are entirely destroyed by the ground having been since dug up for the purpose of making bricks.
The following extracts are taken from the second volume of Dr. Stukeley's "Itinerary." The plan of the camp is taken from the same work. I shall feel pleasure if you will call attention to it, as you have already to the Roman remains at Pentonville.
I am, Sir, yours respectfully,
October 9, 1826.
Dr. Stuieley's Account Of Cjf.sar's Camp.
October, 1758. Cesar's camp was situate where Pancras church is—his pratorium is still very Jilain—over against the church, in the botpath on the west side of the brook; the vallum and the ditch visible; its breadth from east to west forty paces, its length from north to south sixty paces.
When I came attentively to consider to* situation of it, and the circumjacect ground, I easily discerned the traces cf his whole camp. A great many ditches or divisions of the pastures retain footsteps of the plan of the camp, agreeable totbtir usual form, as in the plate engraved ; and whenever i take a walk thither, I enjoy A visionary scene of the whole camp c: Cffisar as described in the plate before os; a scene just as if beheld, and Ctsar present.
His army consisted of forty thousand men. Four legions with his horse. The camp is in length five hundred paces—the thirty paces beyond, for the way between the tents and vallum, (where a vallum if made,) amounts to five hundred and sixty, so that the proportion of length to breidib is as three to two.
This space of ground was sufficient for Ctesar's army according to Roman discipline, for if he had forty thousand men, a third part of them were upon guard.
The front of the camp is bounded by a spring with a little current of water running from the west, across the Brill, into the Fleet brook. This Brill was the occasion of the road directly from the city, originally going alongside the brook by Bagnigge; the way to Highgate being at first by Copenhagen-house, which a straight road thither from Gray's-inn-laoe.
This camp has the brook running quite through the middle of it: it aiises from seven springs on the south side of the hill between Hampstead and Highgate by Caen wood, where it forms several larce ponds, passes by here by the name of Fleet, washes the west side of the city of London, and gives name to Fleet-street. This brook was formerly called the river of wells, from the many springs above, which our ancestors called wells; aDd it may be thought to have been more considerable in former times than at present, for now the major part of its water is carried off in pipes to furnish Kentish-town, Pancras, and Tottenham-court; but even now in great rains the valley is covered over with water. Go a quarter of a mile higher towards Kentish-town and you may have a just notion of its appearance at that place, only with this difference, that it is there broader and deeper from the current of so many years. It must further be considered that the channel of this brook through so many centuries, and by its being made the public north road from London to Highgate, is very much lowered and -widened since Caesar's time. It was then no sort of embarrassment to the camp, but an admirable convenience for watering, being contained in narrow banks not deep. The breadth and length are made by long tract of time. The ancient road by Copenhagen wanting repair, induced passengers to make this gravelly valley become much larger than in Caesar's time. The old division runs along that road between Finsbury and 11olborn division, going in a straight line from Gray's-inn-lane to Highgate: its antiquity is shown in its name—Madanlane.
The recovery of this noble antiquity will jive pleasure to a British antiquary; especially an inhabitant of London, whereof it is a singular glory. It renders the walk over the beautiful fields to the Brill doubly agreeable, when at half a mile distance we can tread in the very steps of the Roman camp master, and of the greatest of the Roman generals.
We need not wonder that the traces of tnis camp so near the metropolis are so nearly worn out; we may rather wonder that so much is left, when a proper sagacity in these matters may discern them, and be assured that somewhat more than three or four sorry houses are commemorated under the name of the Brill, (note called Brilt-place-Terrace ;) nor is it unworthy of remark, as an evident confirmation of our system, that all the ditches and fences now upon the ground, have a manifest respect to the principal members of the original plan of the camp.
In this camp Caesar made the two British kings friends—Casvelham and his nephew Mandubrace.
I judge I have performed my promise in giving an account of this greatest curiosity, so illustrious a monument of the greatest of the Roman generals, which has withstood the waste of time for more than eighteen centuries, and passed unnoticed but half a mile off the metropolis. I shall only add this observation, that when I came to survey this plot of ground to make a map of it by pacing, I found every where even and great numbers, and what I have often formerly observed in Roman works; whence we may safely affirm the Roman camp master laid out his works by pacing.*
With the hope that the preceding ar
ticle may draw attention to the subject, the editor defers remark till he has been favoured with communications from other hands.
The following lines were written by an old and particular friend of the erudite individual who received them:—
To Richaro Gouch, Esq.
0 tu teveri Religio loci!
Hail, genius of this littered study!
Or tell what name you most delight in
And no clean margin left to write in.
In every tattered folio's dusf,
And thine the antique helmet's rust.
Nor less observed thy power presides Where plundered brasses crowd the floor,
Or dog's-eared drawings burst their binding Hid by Confusion's puzzling door
Beyond the reach of mortal finding. Than if beneath a costly roof
Each moulding edged by golden fillet, The Russian binding, insect proof,
Blushed at the foppery of
Give me, when tired by dust and sun,
If rightly I thy name invoke, The bustle of the town to shun,
And breathe unvext by city smoke. But, ah I if from these cobwebbed walls,
And from this moth-embroidered cushion. Too fretful Fortune rudely calls,
Resolved the cares of life to push on— Give me at least to pass my ago
At ease in some book-tapestried cell, Where I may turn the pictured page,
Nor start at visitants' loud bell.*
St. Surin, or St. Severin, which is his proper name, is a saint held in great veneration at Bordeaux; he is considered as one of the great patrons of the town. It was his native place, but he deserted it for a time to go and preach the gospel at Cologne. When he returned, St. Amand, then bishop of Bordeaux, went out with a solemn procession of the clergy to meet him, and, as he had been warned to do in a vision, resigned his bishopric to him, which St. Surin continued to enjoy
• Dr. Stukeley'i Itinerary.
• Dr. rorrter'i Perennial Calendar.