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ostentation,-for those who have secretaries, and are to be approached like gods in a temple.

IV.--ACONTIUS'S APPLE, The Archbishop of Toledo, no doubt, wrote his homilies in a room ninety feet long.

Acontius was a youth of the island of Cea The Marquis Marialva must have been ap

(now Zia), who at the sacrifices in honour of proached by Gil Blas through whole ranks of

Diana fell in love with the beautiful virgin, glittering authors, standing at due distance. Cydippe. Unfortunately she was so much But Ariosto, whose mind could fly out of its above him in rank, that he had no hope of nest over all nature, wrote over the house he obtaining her hand in the usual way; but the

wit of a lover helped him to an expedient. built, “ paroi, sed apta mihi”-small, but suited

There was a law in Cea, that any oath, proto me. However, it is to be observed, that he could not afford a larger. He was a Duode

nounced in the temple of Diana, was irrevonarian, in that respect, like ourselves. We cably binding. Acontius got an apple, and do not know how our ideas of a study might writing some words upon it, pitched it into expand with our walls. Montaigne, who was

Cydippe's bosom.

The words were these : Montaigne “ of that ilk” and lord of a great chateau, had a study “sixteen paces in diame- ΜΑ ΤΗΝ ΑΡΤΕΜΙΝ ΑΚΟΝΤΙΩ ΓΑΜΟΥΜΑΙ. . ter, with three noble and free prospects." He

By Dian, I will marry Acontius. congratulates himself, at the same time, on its circular figure, evidently from a feeling allied

Or as a poet has written them : to the one in favour of smallness. “The figure Juro tibi sanctæ per mystica sacra Dianæ, of my study,” says he," is round, and has no Me tibi venturam comitem, sponsamque futuram. more flat (bare) wall, than what is taken up I swear by holy Dian, I will be by my table and my chairs ; so that the remain. Thy bride betrothed, and bear thee company. ing parts of the circle present me with a view

Cydippe read, and married herself.—It is of all my books at once, set upon five degrees said that she was repeatedly on the eve of of shelves round about me.” (Cotton's Montaigne, | being married to another person ; but her b. 3, ch. 3.)

imagination, in the shape of the Goddess, as A great prospect we hold to be a very dis- often threw her into a fever ; and the lover, putable advantage, upon the same reasoning whose ardour and ingenuity had made an imas before ; but we like to have some green pression upon her, was made happy. Arisboughs about our windows, and to fancy our

tænetus in his Epistles calls the apple Kudúviov selves as much as possible in the country, uñaov, a Cretan apple, which is supposed to when we are not there. Milton expressed a mean a quince; or as others think, an orange, wish with regard to his study, extremely suit

or a citron. But the apple was, is, and must able to our present purpose. He would have be, a true, unsophisticated apple. Nothing the lamp in it seen; thus letting others into a else would have suited. “The apples, meshare of his enjoyments, by the imagination of thought,” says Sir Philip Sydney of his heroine them,

in the Arcadia, “fell down from the trees to And let my lamp at midnight hour

do homage to the apples of her breast.” The Be seen in some high lonely tower,

idea seems to have originated with Theocritus Where I may oft outwatch the Bear

(Idyl. 27, v. 50, edit. Valckenaer), from whom With thrice-great Hermes; or unsphere

it was copied by the Italian writers. It makes The Spirit of Plato, to unfold What world or what vast regions hold

a lovely figure in one of the most famous pasThe immortal mind, that hath forsook

sages of Ariosto, where he describes the beauty * Her mansion in this fleshly nook.

of Alcina (Orlando Furioso, canto 7, st. 14)There is a fine passionate burst of enthu- Bianca neve è il bel collo, e 'l petto latte: siasm on the subject of a study, in Fletcher's Il collo è tondo, il petto colmo e largo :

Due pome acerbe, e pur d'avorio fatte, play of the Elder Brother, Act I, Scene 2:

Vengono e van come onda al primo margo, Sordid and dunghill minds, composed of earth,

Quando piacevole aura il mar combatte. In that gross element fix all their happiness :

Her bosom is like milk, her neck like snow ; But purer spirits, purged and refined,

A rounded neck; a bosom, where you see Shake off that clog of human frailty. Give me

Two crisp young ivory apples come and go, Leave to enjoy myself. That place, that does

Like waves that on the shore beat tenderly,
Coutain my books, the best companions, is

When a sweet air is ruffling to and fro.
To me a glorious court, where hourly I
Converse with the old sages and philosophers;

And after him, Tasso, in his fine ode on the And sometimes for variety I confer

Golden Age :-
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,

Allor tra fiori e linfe
Unto a strict account; and in my fancy,

Traean dolci carole Deface their ill-placed statues. Can I then

Gli Amoretti senz' archi e senza faci: Part with such constant pleasures, to embrace

Sedean pastori e ninfe Uncertain vanities? No, be it your care

Meschiando a le parole To augment a heap of wealth : it shall be mine

Vezzi e susurri, ed ai susurri i baci To increase in knowledge. Lights there, for my study.

Strettamente tenaci.


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others, who will know how to make use of Scopria sue fresche rose

them, namely, the poets. We have faith, Ch'or tien pel velo ascose,

however, in the story ourselves. It has innate E le pome del seno, acerbe e crude ; E spesso o in fiunie o in lago

evidence enough for us, to give full weight to Scherzar si vide con l'amata il vago.

that of the old annalist. Imagination can inThen among streams and flowers,

vent a good deal ; affection more: but affection The little Winged Powers

can sometimes do things, such as the tenderest Went singing carols, without torch or bow;

imagination is not in the habit of inventing ; The nymphs and shepherds sat

and this piece of noble-heartedness we believe Mingling with innocent chat

to have been one of them. Sports and low whispers, and with whispers low Kisses that would not go.

Leofric, Earl of Leicester, was the lord of a The maiden, budding o'er,

large feudal territory in the middle of England, Kept not her bloom uneyed,

of which Coventry formed a part. He lived Which now a veil must hide,

in the time of Edward the Confessor; and Nor the crisp apples which her bosom bore : And oftentimes in river or in lake,

was so eminently a feudal lord, that the hereThe lover and his love their merry bath would take.

ditary greatness of his dominion appears to

have been singular even at that time, and to Iloni soit qui mal y pense.

have lasted with an uninterrupted succession from Ethelbald to the Conquest,-a period of more than three hundred years. He was a

great and useful opponent of the famous Earl V.-GODIVA.

Godwin. This is the lady who, under the title of Whether it was owing to Leofric or not, Countess of Coventry, used to make such a does not appear, but Coventry was subject to figure in our childhood upon some old pocket- a very oppressive tollage, by which it would pieces of that city. We hope she is in request seem that the feudal despot enjoyed the greater there still ; otherwise the inhabitants deserve part of the profit of all marketable commodities. to be sent from Coventry. That city was The progress of knowledge has shown us how famous in saintly legends for the visit of the abominable, and even how unhappy for all eleven thousand virgins, “ incredible parties, is an injustice of this description; yet number," quoth Selden. But the eleven thou- it gives one an extraordinary idea of the mind sand virgins have vanished with their credi- in those times, to see it capable of piercing bility, and a noble-hearted woman of flesh and through the clouds of custom, of ignorance, blood is Coventry's true immortality.

and even of self-interest, and petitioning the The story of Godiva is not a fiction, as many petty tyrant to forego such a privilege. This suppose it.

At least it is to be found in mind was Godiva's. The other sex, always Matthew of Westminster, and is not of a more slow to admit reason through the medium nature to have been a mere invention. Her of feeling, were then occupied to the full in name, and that of her husband, Leotric, are their warlike habits. It was reserved for a mentioned in an old charter recorded by woman to anticipate ages of liberal opinion, another early historian. That the story is and to surpass them in the daring virtue of omitted by Hume and others, argues little setting a principle above a custom. against it; for the latter are accustomed to Godiva entreated her lord to give up his confound the most interesting anecdotes of fancied right; but in vain. At last, wishing times and manners with something below the to put an end to her importunities, he told dignity of history (a very absurd mistake); her, either in a spirit of bitter jesting, or with and Hume, of whose philosophy better things a playful raillery that could not be bitter with might have been expected, is notoriously less so sweet an earnestness, that he would give philosophical in his history than in any other up his tax, provided she rode through the city of his works. A certain coldness of tempera- 1 of Coventry, naked. She took him at his ment, not unmixed with aristocratical pride, word. One may imagine the astonishment of or at least with a great aversion from every- a fierce unlettered chieftain, not untinged with thing like vulgar credulity, rendered his scep- chivalry, at hearing a woman, and that too of ticism so extreme, that it became a sort of the greatest delicacy and rank, maintaining superstition in turn, and blinded him to the seriously her intention of acting in a manner claims of every species of enthusiasm, civil as contrary to all that was supposed fitting for well as religious. Milton, with his poetical her sex, and at the same time forcing upon eyesight, saw better, when he meditated the him a sense of the very beauty of her conduct history of his native country. We do not by its principled excess. It is probable, that remember whether he relates the present * When Dr. Johnson, among his other impatient accu. story, but we remember well, that at the begin-sations of our great republican, charged him with telling ning of his fragment on that subject, he says

unwarrantable stories in his history, he must have overhe shall relate doubtful stories as well as

looked this announcement; and yet, if we recollect, it is

but in the second page of the fragment. So hasty, and authentic ones, for the benefit of those, if no

blind, and liable to be put to shame, is prejudice.


as he could not prevail upon her to give up her design, he had sworn some religious oath

VI.-PLEASANT MEMORIES CONNECTED WITH when he made his promise : but be this as it

VARIOUS PARTS OF THE METROPOLIS, may, he took every possible precaution to secure her modesty from hurt. The people of One of the best secrets of enjoyment is the Coventry were ordered to keep within doors, art of cultivating pleasant associations. It is to close up all their windows and outlets, and an art, that of necessity increases with the not to give a glance into the streets upon pain stock of our knowledge; and though in acof death. The day came; and Coventry, it quiring our knowledge we must encounter may be imagined, was silent as death. The disagreeable associations also, yet if we secure lady went out at the palace door, was set on a reasonable quantity of health by the way, horseback, and at the same time divested of these will be far less in number than the her wrapping garment, as if she had been going agreeable ones : for unless the circumstances into a bath ; then taking the fillet from her which gave rise to the associations press upon head, she let down her long and lovely tresses, us, it is only from want of health that the which poured around her body like a veil; power of throwing off these burdensome images and so, with only her white legs remaining becomes suspended. conspicuous, took her gentle way through the And the beauty of this art is, that it does streets.

not insist upon pleasant materials to work on. What scene can be more touching to the Nor indeed does health. Health will give us imagination-beauty, modesty, feminine soft. a vague sense of delight, in the midst of objects ness, a daring sympathy; an extravagance, that would teaze and oppress us during sickproducing by the nobleness of its object and But healthy association peoples this the strange gentleness of its means, the grave vague sense with agreeable images. It will and profound effect of the most reverend comfort us, even when a painful sympathy custom. We may suppose the scene taking with the distresses of others becomes a part place in the warm noon ; the doors all shut, of the very health of our minds. For instance, the windows closed ; the Earl and his court we can never go through St. Giles's, but the serious and wondering ; the other inhabitants, sense of the extravagant inequalities in human many of them gushing with grateful tears, and condition presses more forcibly upon us; and all reverently listening to hear the footsteps yet some pleasant images are at hand, even of the horse ; and lastly, the lady herself, with there, to refresh it. They do not displace the a downcast but not a shamefaced eye, looking others, so as to injure the sense of public duty towards the earth through her flowing locks, which they excite; they only serve to keep and riding through the dumb and deserted our spirits fresh for their task, and hinder streets, like an angelic spirit.

them from running into desperation or hopeIt was an honourable superstition in that lessness. In St. Giles's church lie Chapman, part of the country, that a man who ventured the earliest and best translator of Homer ; to look at the fair saviour of his native town, and Andrew Marvell, the wit and patriot, was said to have been struck blind. But the whose poverty Charles the Second could not vulgar use to which this superstition has been bribe. We are as sure to think of these two turned by some writers of late times, is not so men, and of all the good and pleasure they honourable. The whole story is as unvulgar have done to the world, as of the less happy and as sweetly serious, as can be conceived. objects about us. The steeple of the church Drayton has not made so much of this sub- itself

, too, is a handsome one ; and there is a ject as might have been expected ; yet what tock of pigeons in that neighbourhood, which he says is said well and earnestly :

we have stood with great pleasure to

careering about it of a fine afternoon, when a Coventry at length From her small mean regard, recovered state and strength ;

western wind had swept back the smoke By Leofric her lord, yet in base bondage held,

towards the city, and showed the white of the The people from her marts by tollage were expelled ; stone steeple piercing up into a blue sky. So Whose duchess which desired this tribute to release, much for St. Giles's, whose very name is a Their freedom often begged. The duke, to make her cease, nuisance with some. It is dangerous to speak Told her, that if she would his so far enforce, His will was, she should ride stark naked upon a horse

disrespectfully of old districts. Who would By daylight through the street: which certainly he suppose that the Borough was the most classical thought

ground in the metropolis ! And yet it is un. Lo her heroic breast so deeply would have wrought, doubtedly so. The Globe theatre was there, That in her former suit she would have left to deal,

of which Shakspeare himself was a proprietor, But that most princely dame, as one devoured with zeal,

and for which he wrote some of his plays. Went on, and by that mean the city clearly freed.

Globe-lane, in which it stood, is still extant, • Nuda," says Matthew of Westminster, "equum we believe, under that name. It is probable ascendens, crines capitis et tricas dissolvens, corpus suum totum, præter crura candidissima, inde velavit." Leicester, and the other particulars of him mentioned Solden's Notes to the Polyolbion of Drayton : Song 13.

The Earl was buried at Coventry, his Countess is Selden from whom we learn, that Leofric was Earl of most probably in the same tomb.





that he lived near it: it is certain that he For three days past,-wit, that might warrant be must have been much there. It is also certain,

For the whole city to talk foolishly

Till that were cancelled, and when that was gone, that on the Borough side of the river, then

We left an air behind us, which alone and still called the Bank-side, in the same Was able to make the two next companies lodging, having the same wardrobe, and some Right witty ;-though but downright fools, mere wise. say, with other participations more remarkable, lived Beaumont and Fletcher. In the Borough

The other celebrated resort of the great also, at St. Saviour's, lie Fletcher and Mas

wits of that time, was the Devil tavern, in singer, in one grave; in the same church, Fleet-street, close to Temple-bar. Ben Jonson under a monument and effigy, lies Chaucer's lived also in Bartholomnew-close, where Milton contemporary, Gower; and from an inn in the afterwards lived. It is in the passage from Borough, the existence of which is still boasted, the cloisters of Christ's Hospital into St. Barand the site pointed out by a picture and in-tholomew's. Aubrey gives it as a common scription, Chaucer sets out his pilgrims and opinion, that at the time when Jonson's fatherhimself on their famous road to Canterbury.

in-law made him help him in his business of To return over the water, who would expect bricklayer, he worked with his own hands anything poetical from East Smithfield ? Yet upon the Lincoln's-inn garden wall, which there was born the most poetical even of looks towards Chancery-lane, and which seems poets, Spenser. Pope was born within the old enough to have some of his illustrious sound of Bow-bell, in a street no less anti- brick and mortar remaining. poetical than Lombard-street. Gray was born

Under the cloisters in Christ's Hospital in Cornhill ; and Milton in Bread-street, | (which stands in the heart of the city unknown Cheapside. The presence of the same great for young and learned eyes)* lie buried a

to most persons, like a house kept in visible poet and patriot has given happy memories to many parts of the metropolis. He lived in St. multitude of persons of all ranks; for it was Bride's Church-yard, Fleet-street ; in Alders

once a monastery of Grey Friars. Among gate-street, in Jewin-street, in Barbican, in

them is John of Bourbon, one of the prisoners Bartholomew-close ; in Holborn, looking back

taken at the battle of Agincourt. Ilere also to Lincoln's-inn-Fields ; in IIolborn, near Red

lies Thomas Burdett, ancestor of the present Lion-square; in Scotland-yard ; in a house

Sir Francis, who was put to death in the reign looking to St. James's Park, now belonging to

of Edward the Fourth, for wishing the horns an eminent writer on legislation,* and lately of a favourite white stag which the king had occupied by a celebrated critic and metaphy- | killed, in the body of the person who advised sician;t and he died in the Artillery-walk, him to do it. And here too (a sufficing conBunhill-fields ; and was buried in St. Giles's, trast)lies Isabella, wife of Edward the Second,Cripplegate.

She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs, Ben Jonson, who was born in “ Hartshorne- Who tore the bowels of her mangled mate.-Gray. lane, near Charing-cross,” was at one time “master” of a theatre in Barbican. He appears

Her“ mate's" heart was buried with her, and also to have visited a tavern called the Sun placed upon her bosom! a thing that looks

like the fantastic incoherence of a dream. It and Moon, in Aldersgate-street; and is known to have frequented, with Beaumont and others, is well we did not know of her presence when the famous one called the Mermaid, which was

at school ; otherwise, after reading one of in Cornhill. Beaumont, writing to him from Shakspeare's tragedies, we should have run the country, in an epistle full of jovial wit, twice as fast round the cloisters at night-time

as we used. Camden,“ the nourrice of ansays,

tiquitie,” received part of his education in this The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring school; and here also, not to mention a variety To absent friends, because the self-same thing

of others, known in the literary world, were They know they see, however absent, is

bred two of the best and most deep-spirited Here our best haymaker: forgive me this: It is our country style :-In this warm shine

writers of the present day,+ whose visits to I lie, and dream of your full Mermaid wine.

the cloisters we well remember.

In a palace on the site of Hatton-Garden,


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died John of Gaun Brook-honse, at the Since I saw you; for wit is like a rest

corner of the street of that name in Holborn, Held up at tennis, which men do the best

was the residence of the celebrated Sir Fulke

Greville, Lord Brooke, the “ friend of Sir Done at the Mermaid! Hard words that have been Philip Sidney.” In the same street, died, by So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whom they came

a voluntary death of poison, that extraordinary Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,

person, Thomas Chatterton, And had resolved to live a fool the rest

The sleepless boy, who perished in his pride. Wit, able enough to justify the town

• It has since been unveiled, by an opening in Newgate | Mr. Hazlitt.

Coleridge and Lamb.

Methinks the little wit I had, is lost,

With the best gamesters. What things have we seen

Of his dull life. Then, when there hath been thrown


* Mr. Bentham.


He was buried in the grave-yard of the work monger of those times delighted to detect house in Shoe-lane ;-a circumstance, at which Isaac Bickerstaff in the person of Captain one can hardly help feeling a movement of in- Steele, idling before the coffee-houses, and dignation. Yet what could beadles and parish jerking his leg and stick alternately against officers know about such a being ? No more the pavement. We have mentioned the birth than Horace Walpole. In Gray’s-inn lived, and of Ben Jonson near Charing-cross. Spenser in Gray's-inn garden meditated, Lord Bacon. died at an inn, where he put up on his arrival In Southampton-row, Holborn, Cowper was fel. from Ireland, in King-street, Westminster,low-clerk to an attorney with the future Lord the same which runs at the back of ParliamentChancellor Thurlow. At one of the Fleet-street street to the Abbey. Sir Thomas More lived corners of Chancery-lane, Cowley, we believe, at Chelsea. Addison lived and died in Hollandwas born. In Salisbury-court, Fleet-street, was house, Kensington, now the residence of the the bouse of Thomas Sackville, first Earl of accomplished nobleman who takes his title Dorset, the precursor of Spenser, and one of from it. In Brook-street, Grosvenor-square, the authors of the first regular English tragedy. lived Handel ; and in Bentinck-street, ManOn the demolition of this house, part of the chester-square, Gibbon. We have omitted to ground was occupied by the celebrated theatre mention that De Foe kept a hosier's shop in built after the Restoration, at which Betterton Cornhill ; and that on the site of the present performed, and of which Sir William Davenant Southampton-buildings, Chancery-lane, stood was manager. Lastly, here was the house the mansion of the Wriothesleys, Earls of and printing-office of Richardson. In Bolt- Southampton, one of whom was the celebrated court, not far distant, lived Dr. Johnson, who friend of Shakspeare. But what have we not resided also some time in the Temple. A list omitted also ? No less an illustrious head than of his numerous other residences is to be found the Boar’s, in Eastcheap,—the Boar's-head in Boswell.* Congreve died in Surrey-street, tavern, the scene of Falstaff's revels. We in the Strand, at his own house. At the corner believe the place is still marked out by the of Beaufort-buildings, was Lilly's, the per- sign.* But who knows not Eastcheap and the fumer, at whose house the Tatler was published. Boar's-head? Have we not all been there, In Maiden-lane, Covent-garden, Voltaire lodged time out of mind? And is it not a more real while in London, at the sign of the White as well as notorious thing to us than the London Peruke. Tavistock-street was then, we believe, tavern, or the Crown and Anchor, or the the Bond-street of the fashionable world ; as Hummums, or White's, or What's-his-name's, Bow-street was before. The change of Bow- or any other of your contemporary and fleeting street from fashion to the police, with the taps ? theatre still in attendance, reminds one of the But a line or two, a single sentence in an spirit of the Beggar's Opera. Button's Coffee author of former times, will often give a value house, the resort of the wits of Queen Anne's to the commonest object. It not only gives time, was in Russell-street, near where the us a sense of its duration, but we seem to be Hummums now stand ; and in the same street, looking at it in company with its old observer; at the south-west corner of Bow-street, was the and we are reminded, at the same time, of all tavern where Dryden held regal possession of that was agreeable in him. We never saw, the arm-chair. The whole of Covent-garden for instance, the gilt ball at the top of the is classic ground, from its association with the College of Physicians,+ without thinking of dramatic and other wits of the times of Dryden that pleasant mention of it in Garth’s Dispen. and Pope. Butler lived, perhaps died, in sary, and of all the wit and generosity of that Rose-street, and was buried in Covent-garden amiable man :churchyard; where Peter Pindar the other

Not far from that most celebrated place 7, day followed him. In Leicester-square, on Where angry Justice shows her awful face, the site of Miss Linwood's exhibition and Where little villains must submit to fate, other houses, was the town-mansion of the That great ones may enjoy the world in state; Sydneys, Earls of Leicester, the family of Sir There stands a dome, majestic to the sight, Philip and Algernon Sydney. In the same

And sumptuous arches bear its oval height;

A golden globe, placed high with artful skill, square lived Sir Joshua Reynolds and Hogarth.

Seems, to the distant sight, a gilded pill. Dryden lived and died in Gerrard-street, in a house which looked backwards into the garden

Gay, in describing the inconvenience of the of Leicester-house. Newton lived in St. Mar- late narrow part of the Strand, by St. Clement's, tin’s-street, on the south side of the square.

took away a portion of its unpleasantness to Steele lived in Bury-street, St. James's : he the next generation, by associating his memory furnishes an illustrious precedent for the

with the objects in it. We did not miss without loungers in St. James's-street, where a scandal-regret even the" combs” that hung“ dangling * The Temple must have had many eminent inmates.

* It has lately disappeared, in the alterations occasioned Among them it is believed was Chaucer, who is also said,

by the new London Bridge. una the strength of an old record, to have been fined two # In Warwick-lane, now a manufactory shillings for beating a Franciscan friar in Fleet-street. # The Old Bailey.

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