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bat tough, and fit for all uses, and is to be manufactured with as little waste of metal, labour, and expense, as any other iron; and that it may and can be made for less than 10/. a ton, which they will make apparent to any curious inquirer." Whether this " call" upon the " curious inquirer" was designed to introduce "another call" upon the shareholders is act certain, but the call was answered by those to whom it was ostensibly addressed; for there is a notice of" Mr. Wood's operators failing in their last trial at Chelsea, the 11th instant (May;) their iron breaking to pieces when it came under the great hammer."* They excused it by saying the inspectors had purposely poisoned the iron 1 Had the assertion been true, Wood's project might have survived the injury; but it died of the poison on the 3d of May, 1731, notwithstanding the affirmations of the proprietors, that " they actually did make iron at Chelsea, on Monday the 16th of April."

Naturalists' Calendar. Mean Temperature ... 47 - 05.

gpril 17.


Sir William Davenant, the reviver of the drama after the restoration of Charles II., and patentee of the theatre in Lincoln's-inn-fields, died on the 17th of April, 1(368. He was the son of an innkeeper at Oxford, where he was born in 1605; and after studying at Lincoln-college, became a page to Greville, lord Brooke, a literary nobleman, who encouraged his attainments. He cultivated acquaintance with the poetic muse, and the eminent wits of his time. His imagination, depraved by sensuality, was unequal to extensive flights in pure regions. He wrote chiefly to the taste of the court, prepared masques for its entertainment, and, on the death of Ben Jonson, had the honour of the laureateship He served in the army of Charles I. against the parliament; was made lieutenant-general of the ordnance, knighted by the king at the siege of Gloucester, and, on the decline of the royal cause, retired to France, where he became a Roman catholic. In attempting to conduct a French colony to Virginia, he was captured by a parliament cruiser, and

* Gentleman'! Magazine.

imprisoned in Cowes Castle, where he employed himself on "Gondibert," a heroic poem, which he never finished. On this occasion his life was saved by Milton; and, when public affairs were reversed, Davenant repaid the service by protecting Milton.*

Davenant's face was deformed by the consequences of vicious indulgence. The deficiency of feature exemplified in his portrait, is referred to by a note on a celebrated line in lord Byron's "Curse of Minerva."

Davenant and Shakspeare. Pope is said to have placed Davenant, as a poet, above Donne ;f but, notwithstanding the authority, it is questionable whether Pope's judgment could have so erred. He is further said to have observed, that Davenant "seemed fond of having it taken for truth," that lie was "more than a poetical child of Shakspeare;" that he was Shakspeare's godson; and that Shakspeare in his frequent journies between London and his native place, Stratford-upon-Avon, used to lie at Davenant's, the Crown, in Oxford. He was very well acquainted with Mrs. Davenant; and her son, afterwards sir William, was supposed to be more nearly related to him than as a godson only. One day when Shakspeare bad just arrived, and the boy sent for from school to him, a head of one of the colleges (who was pretty well acquainted with the affairs of the family) met the child running home, and asked him, whither he was going in so much haste? The boy said, "To my godfather, Shakspeare." "Fie, child," says the old gentleman, "why are you so superfluous? have you not learned yet that you should not use the name of God in vain?" The imputation is very doubtful.


Mean Temperature ... 47 • 00.

April 18.


On this day, in the year 17 , there was a solemn mock procession, according to the fashion of the times, iu ridicule of freemasonry, by an assemblage of hu

* General Ring. Diet.
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Biourists and rabble, which strongly characterises the manners of the period. Without further preface, a large broadside publicatioD, published at the time, is introduced to the reader's attention, as an article of great rarity and singular curiosity.

The year wherein this procession took place, is not ascertainable from the broadside; but, from the mode of printing and other appearances, it seems to have been some years before that which is represented in a large two-sheet "Geometrical View of the Grand Procession of Scald Miserable Masons, designed as they were drawn up over against Somer

set-house, in the Strand on the 27th of April, 1742. Invented, and engraved, by A. Benoist."

It should be further observed, that the editor of the Every-Day Book is not a mason; but he disclaims any intention to discredit an order which appears to him to be founded on principles of goodwill and kind affection. The broadside is simply introduced on account of its scarcity, and to exemplify the rudeness of former manners. It is headed by a spirited engraving on wood, of which a reduced copy is placed below, with the title that precedes the original print subjoined.


€f)t Solemn anfc £>tatelp ^rortsfcion

OF THE SCALD MISERABLE MASONS, At it teat martiaWd, on Thurtday, the 18<A of this Instant, April.

The engraving is succeeded by a seriocomic Address, commencing thus :— The Remonstrance of the Right Worshipful the Grand Master, &c. of the Scald Miserable Masons. WHEREAS by our Manifesto some

time past, dated from our Lodge lr. Brick-street, We did, in the most cxplicite manner, vindicate the ancient tights and privileges of this society, and by incontestable arguments evince our superior dignity and seniority to all othei

institutions, whether Grand-Volgi, Gregorians, llurlothrumbiaus, Ubiquarians, Hiccubites, Lumber-Troopers, or FreeMasons; yet, nevertheless, a few persons under the last denomination, still arrogate to themselves the usurped titles of Most Ancient and Honourable, in open violations of truth and justice; still endeavour to impose their false mysteries (for a premium) on the credulous and unwary, under pretence of being part of our brotherhood; and still are determined with drums, trumpets, gilt chariots, and other unconstitutional finery, to cast a reflection on the primitive simplicity and decent economy of our ancient and annual peregrination : We therefore think proper, in justification of Ourselves, publicly to disclaim all relation or alliance whatsoever, with the said society of FreeMasons, as the same must manifestly tend to the sacrifice of our dignity, the impeachment of our understanding, and the disgrace of our solemn mysteries: And Further, to convince the public of the candour and openness of our proceedings, We here present them with a key to our procession; and that the rather, as it consists of many things emblematical, mystical, hieroglyphical, comical, satirical, political, Sec.

AND WHEREAS many, persuaded by the purity of our constitution, the nice morality of our brethren, and peculiar decency of our rites and ceremonies, have lately forsook the. gross errors and follies of the Free-Masonry, are now become true .Scald Miserable: It cannot but afford a most pleasing satisfaction to all who have any regard to truth and decency, to see our procession increased with such a number of proselytes; and behold those whose vanity, but the last year, exalted them into a borrowed equipage, now condescend to become the humble cargo of a sand-cart.

[Then follows the following :]

A Key or Explanation of the Solemn and Stately Procettton of the Scald Miserable Masons.

Two Tyler*, or Guarders,

In yellow Cockades and Liveries, being the Colour ordained for the Sword Bearer of Stale. They, as youngest enter'd 'Prentices, are to guard the Lodge, with a drawn Sword, from all Cowens and Evej-dronoers, that is listeners,

lest they should discover the incomprehensible Mysteries of Masonry.

A Grand Choru* of Instrument*,

To wit. Four Sackbutts, or Cow's Horns; six Hottentot Hautboys; four tinkling Cymbals, or Tea Canisters, with broken Glass in them; four Shovels and Brushes ; two Double Bass Drippingpans; a Tenor Frying-pan; a Salt-box in Delasol; and a Pair of Tubs.

Ragged enter'd 'Prentice*,

Properly cloathed, giving the above Token, and the Word, which is Jachin.

The Funeral of Hyram,

Six stately unfledg'd Horses with Funeral Habilaments and Caparisons, carrying Escutcheons of the arms of Hyram Abiff, viz. a Master's lodge, drawing, in a limping halting posture, with Solemn Pomp, a superb open hearse, nine Foot long, four Foot wide, and having a clouded Canopy, Inches and Feet innumerable in perpendicular Height, very nearly resembling a Brick Waggon: In the midst, upon a Throne of Tubs raised for that Purpose, lays the Corps in a Coffin cut out of one entire Ruby; but, for Decency's sake, is covered with a Chimney-sweeper's Stop-cloth, at the head of a memorable Sprig of Cassia.

Around in mournful Order placed, the loving, weeping, drunken Brethren sit with their Aprons, their Gloves they have put in their Pockets; at Top and at Bottom, on eveiy side and every where, all round about, this open hearse is bestuck with Escutcheons and Streamers, some bearing the Arms, some his Crest, being the Sprig of Cassia, and some his Mo'.to, viz. Macbenah.

Grand band of Mutick at before.

Two Trophies

Of arms or achievements, properly quarter'd and emblazon'd, as allow'd by the college of arms, showing the family descents, with some particular marks of distinction, showing in what part of the administration that family has excelled. That on the right, the achievement of the right worshipful Poney, being Parte Perpale, Glim, and Leather-dresser, viz. the Utensils of a Link and Black-shoeBoy: That on the left the trophy of his

excellency, Jack, Grand-master

elect, and Chimney-sweeper.

The Equipage

Of the Grand-master, being neatly nasty, delicately squaled, and magnificently ridiculous, beyond all human bounds and conceivings. On the right the Grandmaster Poney, with the Compasses for his Jewel, appendant to a blue Riband round his neck: On the left his excellency Jack, with a Square hanging

to a white Riband, as Grand-master elect: The Honourable Nic. Baboon, Esq.; senior grand Warden, with his Jewel, being the Level, all of solid gold, and blue Riband: Mr. Balaam van Assinman, Junior Warden, his Jewel the PlumbRule.

Attendants of Honour.

The Grand Sword Bearer, carrying the Sword of State. It is worth observing, This Sword was sent as a Present by hhmael Abiff (a relation in direct Descent to poor old Hyram) King of the Saracens, to his grace of Wattin, GrandMaster of the Holy-Lodge of St. John of Jerusalem in Clerkenwell, who stands upon our list of Grand-masters for the very same year

The Grand Secretary, with hit
Insignia, &c.

Probationitlt and Candidate* close the
whole Procession.

Tickets to be had, for three Megs a Carcass to scran their Pannum-Boxes, at the Lodge in Brick-Street, near HidePark Corner; at the Barley-Broth Worsens at St. Paul's Church-Yard, and the Hospital-Gate in Smithfield; at Nan Duck's in Black-Boy-Alley, Chick-Lane; &c. Etc. &c.

Note. No Gentlemen's Coaches, or whole Garments, are admitted in our Procession, or at the Feast.


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apra 19.


This open day may be devoted to the contemplation of appearances and products of the season, presented to us by ministering bards: the first to be ushered in, is an offering from a hand whence nothing can be proffered that will not be especially acceptable

For the Every.Day Book
The Blackthorn.
The April air is shrewd and keen;

No leaf has dared unfold,
Yet thy white blossom's radiant sheen,

Spring"* banner, I behold.
Though all beside be dead and drear,
Undauntedly thy flowers appear.

Thou com'st the herald of a host

Of blooms which will not fail.
When summer from some southern coast

Shall call the nightingale.
Yet early, fair, rejoicing tree.
Sad are the thoughts inspired by thee.

All other trees are wont to wear.
First leaves, then flowers, and last,

Their burden of rich fruit to bear
When summer's pride is past:

But thou,—so prompt thy flowers to show,

Bear'st but the harsh, unwelcome sloe.

So oft young genius, at its birth.

In confidence untried,
Spreads its bright blossoms o'er the earth

And revels in its pride;
But when we look its fruit to see,
It stands a fair, but barren tree.

So oft, in stern and barbarous lands,

The bard is heard to sing,
Ere the uncultured soul expands,

In the poetic spring;
Then, sad and bootless are his pains,
And linked with woe his name remains.

Therefore, thou tree whose early bough

All blossomed meets the gale,
Thou stirrest in my memory now

Full many a tearful tale:
And early, fair, rejoicing tree,
Sad are the thoughts inspired by thee.
W. Howitt.

Passing the eye from the hedge-row to the earth, it lights on the "wee-tipp'd" emblem of " modesty" sung by poets of every clime wherein it blows;—

The Daiey. There is a flower, a little flower,

With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour,

And weathers every sky.

The prouder beauties of the field,
In gay but quick succession shine;

Race after race their honours yield,
They flourish and decline

But this small flower, to nature dear,
While moon and stars their courses run

Wreaths the whole circle of the year,
Companion of the sun.

It smiles upon the lap of May,
To sultry August spreads its charms,

Lights pale October on his way,
And twines December's arms.

The purple heath, the golden broom,
On moory mountains catch the gale.

O'er lawns the lily sbcds perfume,
The violet in the vale;

But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
Hides in the forests, haunts the glen,

Plays on the margin of the rill,
Peeps round the fox's den.

Within the garden's cultured round,
It shares the sweet carnation's bed;

And blooms on consecrated ground
In honour of the dead.

The lambkin crops its crimson gem,
The wild bee murmurs on its breast,

The blue fly bends its pensile stem,
Lights o'er the skylark's nest,

Tis Flora's page:—in every place
In every season fresh and fair

It opens with perennial grace,
And blossoms every where.

On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
Its humble buds unheeded rise;

'llie rose has but a summer reign.
The daisy never dies.


The flower aptly described by Mr. Montgomery as " companion of the sun," is not forgotten by a contemporary " child of song," from whom, until now, no illustration has graced these pages: the absence may be apologized for, by opening one of his views of nature imme

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Day Break in the Country. Awake! awake! the flowers unfold And tremble bright in the sun,

And the river shines a lake of gold,

For the young day has begun. The air is blythe, the sky is blue.

And the lark, on lightsome wings,
From bushes that sparkle rich with dew

To heaven her matin sings.
Then awake, awake, while music's note.

Now bids thee sleep to shun.
Light zephyrs of fragrance round thee float

For the young day has begun.
I've wandered o'er yon field of light.

Where daisies wildly spring,
And traced the spot where fays of night

Flew round ou elfin wing:
And I've watch'd the sudden darting beam

Make gold the field of grain,
Until clouds obscur'd the passing gleam

And all frown'd dark again.
Then awake, awake, each warbling bird,

Now hails the dawning sun,
Labour's enlivening song is heard,—

For the young day has begun.
Is there to contemplation given

An hour like this one.
When twilight's starless mantle's riven

By the uprising sun?
When featber'd warblers fleet awake.

His breaking beams to see,
And hill and grove, and bush and brake,

Are fill'd with melody.
Then awake, awake, all seem to chide
_ Thy sleep, as round they ruu.

The glories of heaven lie far and wide,

For the young day has begun.

A Ryan Our elder poets are rife in description of the spring; but passing their abundant stores to " Rare Ben," one extract more, and " the day is done."

■ Winter is so quite forced hence

And lock'd up under ground, that ev'ry sense

Hath several objects; trees have got their heads,

The fields their coats; that now the shining meads

Do boast the paunse, lily, and the rose;

And every flower doth laugh as zephyr blows?

The seas are now more even than the land;

The rivers run as smoothed by his hand;

Only their heads are crisped by his stroke.

How plays the yearling, with his brow scarce broke,

Now in the open grass; and frisking lambs

Make wanton 'saults about their dry suck'd dams?

Who, to repair their bags, do rob the fields?

How is't each bough a several musics yields 1

The lusty throstle, early nightingale,

Accord in tune, tho' vary in their tale;

The chirping swallow, call'd forth by the sun,

And crested lark doth his division run:

The yellow bees the air with murmur fill,

The finches carol, and the turtles bilL

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