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"monthly observations," that "an import-all England perusing the National Standard; | sake of pickpockets, puusters, and discount

ant crisis is at hand," and begs that " every one may reform one," which may be translated "let every body reform everybody." In

"JUNE,

The heavenly bodies out of time appear
Which gives us cause a rugged time to fear:
Great differences and debates are held,
And events with clam'rous controversies fill'd."

There is here an inkling of what may be expected about this time" before or later," in the commons, with the seven O'Connell's, Gully, and William Cobbett. In

"JUNE,

the soldiers indicate a review in Hyde Park; and the two devils, so nearly alike, infer that Mr. O. Smith must prepare himself for

a rival.

We are not ashamed to confess that we have taken the very pith out of Francis Moore; that we have laid before our readers the very heart of the Vor Stellarum,“ price two shillings and threepence, stitched ;" and we confidently ask them whether the wisdom which we have extracted is not worthy of the goodly days of almoners, two hundred Transcendent changes the sun's eclipse doth bring years ago? No! Other sublunary matters And upside down it turneth every thing! Removeth burthens, sets men's minds at rest And orders all affairs e'en for the best!" From which we may be assured that to turn everything upside down, is to remove burthens, make everybody quiet, and order all | affairs for the best. This smells of gunpowder!

In "August," a word of friendly advice is given to "the Northern Autocrat," who is told to get himself a tall copy of Cornelius Gemma's Book of Supernaturals, in which the emperor will learn something considerably to his advantage.

In "September," those countries "that are under Aries and Libri," will be convulsed with political crimes of a high nature. In October, "a sly intrigue comes to light, to the great disadvantage of its contriver. A lady of note meets the forms of him whose smiles she has long courted and enjoyed." We hope "no treason against Queen Elizabeth." What follows, however, is of a more awful character.

"Great consternation and alarm amongst

may die and reappear in new images, but
Francis Moore, Physician, is immutable.
Oh, Messrs. the Worshipful Company of
Stationers!

The Juror's Guide, or the Spirit of the Jury Laws. 18mo. royal. pp. 126. T. HURST. This little work points out, briefly and intelligibly, the qualifications, duties, Powers, and liabilities, of jurors in general, whether ou grand juries, special juries, petty juries, or particular inquests. It is, we believe, the production of a Barrister, and cannot fail of being useful to the class of persons usually summoned on such duties.

The objects of this little work cannot be better described than by the following quotatation from the PREFACE.

"The necessity for a work of this kind, which, at a moderate price, should supply the general reader with a competent knowledge of the provisions of the recent consolidating Act relating to Juries, aud at the same time exhibit in a familiar manner the numerous enactments and decisions of court which still

the sable ones; they are all in a buzz, like bear upon and influence the unrepealed law, bees in a hive; there is something wrong was unquestionable; if only for the simple about them." What! are their supplies to but sufficing causes, that no such work exbe cut off? or must their pay be propor-isted, and that it had been continually sought tioned to their work?"

We dare not trust ourselves with an interpretation. In "November,"

"Mischiefs" seem to be revived, which will cause additional sorrow to some though not to others."

We heartily hope that all our readers may be the "others." In "December" we

learn that

"Trees now are bald, and herbs in earth entomb'd."

This, we presume, is exclusive intelligence for the forbidden.

for by persons called on to perform the office of juror."

THE MAGAZINES.

We shall generally notice the Magazines, when their appearance happens to fall close upon our day of publication. This, however, being our first number, we shall (with the exception of Frazer), pass them by with only a few random extracts, under our de. partment of Varieties.' Regina we except, on the score of its containing (among more We now approach the mysterious "Hie-attractive articles than it is usual, even for roglyphic." When we reflect on the thou-her, to congregate within a single number), sand interpretations which in town and the celebrated poem so long concealed from village will be given to the figures, we almost public view, written by Byron, on our friend, fear to give our notion of their significance. Sam Rogers. The poem contains nearly In the distance we see a church; rats, of the size and lankness of greyhounds, are running from it. There are, besides, three bodies of soldiers, with three flags; on one "Born in a garret, in a kitchen bred." is "Libertas," the other is the Tricolor, and Murray for a long time had the poem in his the third the Eagle, Britannia is studiously possession, Moore must have seen it, and reading her book, supported by a broken Lady Blessington, we have heard, once boastcolumn, whilst two sinister-looking indivi-ed of the treasure of a few couplets. As duals, with long barbed tails, are, doubtless, Oliver Yorke pleads guilty to having received talking "precious mischief." We interpret it at the hands of a fair friend, it is not unall this as follows: the rats are an embodi- likely that the Countess may have been the ment of the unknown tongues; Britannia is amiable (?) donor. At all events, for the

eighty stanzas, which, for Hudibrastic satire exceed-and for cutting severity are scarcely inferior to-his far-famed lines beginning

able bills, we sincerely hope that they may not break Sam's heart. After this burst of editorial charity, we venture to submit them to our readers.

LORD BYRON'S VERSES ON SAM ROGERS.-IN
QUESTION AND ANSWER.
Question.

Nose and chin would shame a knocker;
Wrinkles that would puzzle Cocker;
Mouth which marks the envious scorner,
With a scorpion in each corner,
Turning its quick tail to sting you
In the place that most may wring you;
Eyes of lead-like hue, and gummy;
Carcass pick'd out from some mummy;
Bowels (but they were forgotten,
Save the liver, and that's rotten);
Skin all sallow, flesh all sodden,-
Form the devil would frighten God in.
Is't a corpse stuck up for show,
Galvanized at times to go?
With the Scripture in connexion,
New proof of the resurrection?
Vampyre, ghost, or goul, what is it?
I would walk ten miles to miss it.
Answer.

Many passengers arrest one,
To demand the same free question.
Shorter 's my reply, and franker,-
That's the Bard, the Beau, the Banker.
Yet if you could bring about,
Just to turn him inside out,
Satan's self would seem less sooty,
And his present aspect-Beauty.
Mark that (as he masks the bilious
Air, so softly supercilious)
Chasten'd now, and mock humility,
Almost sickened to servility;
Hear his tone (which is to talking
That which creeping is to walking,
Now on all fours, now on tiptoe);
Hear the tales he lends his lip to;
Little hints of heavy scandals ;
Every friend in turn he handles;
All which women, or which men do,
Glides forth in an inuendo,
Clothed in odds and ends of humour-
Herald of each paltry rumour,
From divorces, down to dresses,
Woman's frailties, men's excesses,
All which life presents of evil
Make for him a constant revel.
You're his foe-for that he fears you,
And in absence blasts and sears you:
You're his friend-for that he hates you,
First caresses, and then baits you-
Darting on the opportunity
When to do it with impunity:
You are neither-then he'll flatter
Till he finds some trait for satire;
Hunts your weak point out, then shows it
Where it injures to disclose it,

In the mode that's most invidious,
Adding every trait that's hideous-
From the bile, whose blackening river
Rushes through his Stygian liver,
Then he thinks himself a lover-
Why? I really can't discover,

In his mind, age, face, or figure;
Viper broth might give him vigour,-
Let him keep the cauldron steady,
He the venom has already.
For his faults-he has but one,-
'Tis but envy, when all's done.
He but pays the pain he suffers,
Clipping, like a pair of snuffers,
Lights which ought to burn the brighter
For this temporary blighter.
He's the cancer of his species,
And will eat himself to pieces,-
Plague personified, and famine,-
Devil, whose sole delight is damning.
For his merits, would you know 'em?
Once he wrote a pretty Poem.

THE

NATIONAL STANDARD.

OUR LEADER.

By THOMAS HOOD, Esq. Author of the Comic
Annual, Whims and Oddities, &c.

WELL, then, be it understood, Gulley is to
be the most 80-fisticated member in the
House; and Cobbett, with a gridiron in his
hand, will yet lecture upon the necessity of
keeping out of broils. This, our readers
will perceive, bears much upon what we are
going to say! The fact is, that, since our
secession from labour, we have been blind as
a bat, but now, without wishing to lead our
readers into a trap, we open the new year
like a ball, and we defy Theodore Hook to say
again, that our Standard is likely to flag!

is as good a promise as we can well set out
with. There is poetry in it, as we said be-
fore, and say again, in the following tuneful

diction.

Not to praise is good,

Except when praise is due:
Not to puff is better,

And just as honest too.

The last verse, as Byron said of another
equally celebrated, is Southey's exclusively.

Once we drove an Omnibus, now we have entered into another stage of existence, and still intend to adhere most scrupulously to what is fare. Surely no one will tell us that two-pence is more than fair! Honi soit qui mal y pense,' says the Royal motto, which, when translated, means, 'He may buy honey who makes pence; and if a certain lovely actress does not deem it personal, we In our first dance down the middle and up intend to try the experiment; and we pray again, it will be seen that we have incauti-all pence-ive (that is, all thinking persons), ously trodden on the toes of the Lady to assist us. We know of many grieving Literary Gazette, to the great annoyance of hearts among the literati in consequence. her two jealous partners. In one we have Jerdan, for instance, has been crying before made the Coal burn, and he is already on our office door: aye, actually dropping fire; the other, being a Long-man, is not sufficiently Green to plunge, as Horace would recommend him, iu medias Rees: still we have no doubt that he will be in a Brown study at our appearance. The Athenæum, too, trembles at the idea of a reduction in its groat, and almost wonders where we buy our paper. From the unfortunate nature of his name, old Chassé might well expect to be driven out of Ant-werp, but not so we from our citadel. Far are we from being Gazetted, and, even when assailed by the Athenæum, we intend to stand-hard! Our principles we have found it to our interest to make of a poetical nature.

Puff we abjure: but praise may sometimes fall
To sweeten censure that is dipt in Gall,
Which, once being in our columns, makes it logical
For Spurzeim's self to call us phrenological.
Yet doubt we much if that's a science clean,
Since Elliotson (a man of education,)
When feeling bumps, was very often seen
Referring to a Combe † for explanation.

AN EDITOR'S TEAR.
Beside the door he stood
To take his first sad look

At the page as large as his Gazette,

And the Two-pence in the nook.

He paused till “ Oh, how cheap," grew quite
Familiar to his ear,

Then thought of eight-pence for his own,
And wiped away a tear.
Beside that office-door

Poor Dilke was on his knees,
He held an Athenæum sheet,

That fluttered in the breeze.
He cried out That can never last,
It's cheaper than this here,'-
But when men shouted Yes, it will"'—
He wiped away a tear.
They turned to leave the spot,

Yes, Jerdan did-and Dilke,
Both saying that a sow's ear next
Would make a purse of silk.'
Go-wait another month or two,
You'll find it pretty clear
That when we talk of our success,
They'll wipe away a tear.

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ORIGINAL PAPERS. RECOLLECTIONS OF HOLYROOD. By the Viscount Felix de Conny. AMONG SO many different impressions, there is one which will never be effaced from my thoughts. I had just quitted France, and giving way to the recollections of the misfortunes of my country, I crossed the streets of the beautiful town of Edinburgh, and directed, in pensive mood, my steps towards the residence of the royal family.

I stood before the palace of Holyrood, when I perceived a great crowd, and hastening my steps, I heard in the midst a French voice, I recognized the physician of the king, a man whose devotion to his sovereign will be remembered in history.

I learned that several times a week he distributed alms, in the name of the king, to a crowd of poor persons. Charles X. has lost his crown; but there is something inherent in the royal character of the Bourbons which can never be effaced-the inclination to do good, which is natural to their family. Charles X., though in exile, is still king; he is a king in relieving the unfortunate. I ascended the stairs of the palace of the Stuarts, and arrived in the apartment of the

Should we find any necessity for this our-ness?) of some men and women. Mrs. Nor-king; his features wore that calm, that true

selves, it would be an entire satisfaction to us to add another name; whereby Combe and Delafield would stand before us, and we might solicit leave to send a strong porter for a cask of their strongest ale!

We do not wish, however, to have any ails in our Standard; and our enemies will, we hope, be far from triumphing over our early bier!

ton weeps when she is told of the decline
and fall, not of the Roman empire, but, of
the Court Magazine; Mr. Patmore weeps
when men hint to him that the high toryism
of the Marquis of Salisbury's County Press
does not accord with the whiggery of the
Court Journal, and that he has no business
to be the editor of both. Mr. Huut weeps
at hearing that his matchless has ceased to

Well, not to puff, and yet to praise merit, shine; and Mr. Bulwer, because the New

• President of the Phrenological Society.

↑ Author of an elaborate work on Phrenology.

Monthly Magazine is precisely in the same
predicament. And many others weep also,

expression of greatness of soul, which is not always to be met with on the throne. "You see me an exile;" said the king, “I have long since learut to suffer misfortune, and am only sad at the miseries of France. Providence bestows nights of tranquillity to princes who have endeavoured to make their people happy." These words of Charles X. have remained deeply engraven on my memory, and I relate them such as they were uttered in the palace of Holyrood. It would be in vain to describe the grief I felt in seeing Madame; the recollections of the Temple presented themselves to my imagination. "You come from Paris," said Madame;

of our arms.

France."

ment he was

I

the

widow.

Oh no we never mention it,
The past we never heed,
The novels of the day are now

The only ones we read.
From Park to Park I hurry me,
To banish my regret,

But oh, I lounged in Bond-street once,
And how can I forget?

They bid me kill in other walks
That cursed bore ennui,
But though blue devils fly from some,
They will not fly from me:
'Tis true I do not now behold

"alas, unhappy France! what does she not I was present at his lessons; they com- | Scarborough !—that those days might returu, suffer!" I could not avoid relating the sad mence at six o'clock. The prince already and that a reform bill so sweeping as the details of the misfortunes of the country. understands several languages; he translates Russell purge had provided an especial clause At this account tears filled her eyes, and Quintus Curtius with facility; he becomes to drive citizen-waiters out of Long's, and was obliged to stop. A moment after, Ma-animated at the history of Alexander. I make the Royal Clarence the receptacle of dame spoke of my province, and reminded am persuaded, that if Henry was examined aristocracy alone! Then might I enjoy the me of her journey in Bourbonnais. "Those with twenty of the best scholars from the delicious ecstacy of a lounge under their were the last happy days," added she, colleges of Paris, he would be considered as windows without having mine eyes blinded "which I spent in France; it was there, one of the first. His taste for the arts, a with the sparkling radiance of a glance from you must remember, that I learnt of the glory taste which he inherits both from his father a vulgar nabob's wife, or a rich apothecary's I had been visiting the ruins and Marie-Caroline, is very remarkable. of the castle of Bourbon, when a courier in- saw him draw; he makes rapid progress. But what signifies it to ponder over the formed me of the taking of Algiers, the de-But even in his drawings may be observed past? Has not our Nash-ional architect built liverance of our prisoners! I was then the thoughts which predominate; views of Regent-street, and planted All Souls Church bappy!" (Here her voice was drowned in France are what his pencil loves to delineate, to guard over the morals of Portland-place? tears.) She, however, soon resumed, and besides warriors, armour, horses, and battle- Have not the gentilities of Toryism become asked me numerous details respecting Mou-fields. "I will give you one of my draw- a mockery, and the people acknowledged lins, Vichy, and all the persous whom she ings," said he, "it is a grenadier of the that the wisdom is in the Whig! Neverthehad seen; and when I told her that time guard." He opened his portfolio, which less, the same past is a monument on which would never efface the recollections which contained several. "See," said he, "these I cannot help casting an occasional look, even Madame had left in the province which had grenadiers with the fleurs de lys! Ah, how though the Haynes Bayly of the nineteenth always been the cradle of the Bourbons, an well they looked in the Champ de Mars. century should have recorded such a ballad expression of happiness was visible on those Did you ever see them?" Then with uuri-as the following, to its disparagement. features furrowed by tears. "Have you valled vivacity, he named all the regiments seen Bordeaux?" said Madame, "look at of the guard, the names of their commanders, him! There is a child who dearly loves the names of their officers, and even their province; everything was present to his reI approached the royal child. At this mo- collection, as it were yesterday. He explaying with his arms, he had plained the variety of the uniforms of the just placed a helmet on his head; I was different regiments, in the order in which struck with his open and animated features. they did duty in Paris and at St. Cloud; He was informed of our presence; I was ac. parade at the Tuileries, the exercises, the companied by my two sons. He ran towards reviews at the Champ de Mars, and remained gare us his hand with peculiar grace. whole hours without any one's being able to On looking at him, he reminded me of a pic-take his attention from these thoughts. “Oh, ture of Henry IV. when a child, exhibited how happy would I be," said he, "if I could some years back. "Oh, you come from again see these grenadiers; I hope they reFrance!" said he," and you are soon about member me: for my part, I love them too to return; how happy you must be to be able well ever to forget them!" to live in France !" All his recollections, all his thoughts are of France. During his studies, as at play, the name of France is always on his lips. France, arms, glory, and combats, are the subjects he always con- I AM accustomed to lounge. Lady Louisa Terses upon; a thousand recollections of dislikes lounging-and Lady Louisa brought France are engraven on his memory. The me 10,0001.a-year:–still I am accustomed two circumstances which Henry always likes to lounge. Amid the glorious humanities to recall, is a visit to the "Ecole St. Cyr" and propensities, infinite and fashionable, and the artillery of Vincennes. He knows which I have inherited from my ancestors, the names of a number of the scholars of St. lounging appears to me to be the most deCyr. My son has had the honour of being lightful and gentlemanly. I have a carriage, brought up at this school, and the prince re- but that is most generally devoted to Lady mained whole hours conversing with him Louisa. I have a cab, but the timidity of on the recollections of the battalion of St. my disposition kept me from the army, and Cyr, which a few days after had marched to naturally disencourages me to drive. My St. Cloud for the defence of the throne ; he servant, therefore, cannot stand behind, and then relates the details of the artillery of I cannot sit close to a commoner. Hence Vincennes, and the many hours he had spent it follows that neither carriage nor cab are there. How happy I was," said he, "to ever so agreeable as a lonnge! I am not a hear the sound of the cannon! It was on a young man, that is, not so young as I used Monday. I was to have gone again in eight to be before I married Lady Louisa; but the days; I had given a rendezvous to the artil- circumstance of my being foud of a lounge lerymen of the royal guard, and I should will, I hope, convince you that I am not an certainly rot have broken my word, but that old one. For all this, I am old enough to was the week in which the revolution oc- remember the glorious pavé of unforgotten curred." He then remained for some mi- | Bond-street : long before unrecognized apnutes without speaking a word.

us, and

(To be continued.)

LOUNGES.

A Lament, by the Author of "Pelham."

The friends I often met,
Lord Arthur walks in Regent-street,
And how can I forget?

For ah, there are so many things
Recal it to me now,-

The Duke of Downshire's stanhope? and
The Lady Alport's bow ;-
The sight of Earl Grey's coronet
Upon his panels set:
Aye-every lord I look upon,

Forbids me to forget.

They tell me now that Regent-street
Is quite a West parade'—
And that the old Exclusives shun
The Burlington Arcade.
They find St. James's passable,
And stroll in Pall-mall yet,
But had they been in Bond-street once,
They never could forget.

Alas, it is but too positive-they never

could.

of all parodies and digressions. Much as But, apropos of lounging, and malapropos loved lounging as a pleasure, much as I preferred it to a morning visit, or a cold-catching drive-much as I was devoted to it as an idlesse-much even as I was determined to follow it as long as there remained an aris tocratic morceau of uncontaminated pavement in London, I have been-O tempora! Omores!-necessitated to desist; and I write this, that I may persuade all who have not yet fallen into the infatuated vulgarities of the times to follow my example. View this, therefore, gentle and ungentle, sage and sim

prentices had ventured to make their appear-ple, as a Chapter against Lounging.'

A remarkable vivacity is one of the prin-auce in its precincts, or unloyal demagogues
cipal characteristics of Henry; but he pos-
lesses a depth of reflection which is rarely to
be met with in persons of his age and warmth
of character.

imprinted their radicalism on its aristocratic
stones. Oh! would to the memory of
George !—the eyeglass of Brummel!-and
the ponderous walking-caue of the old Earl

Even now a gouty footman is dinning in my Did I say a Chapter?-Vain expectation! ears the intelligence that Lady Louisa waits my presence-Heaven knows for what!

(To be continued.)

SCIENCE AND ART.

attractions.

EXHIBITIONS.

The Gallery of Practical Science, Adelaide street,

Strand.

volutions in a minute; during which rapidity |lery; and to a sectional mode of a condens-
of rotation, a highly tempered file is brought ing engine, by John Adcock, jun. in the
in contact with the disc, and a very brilliant lower gallery. The latter shows, in a very
and beautiful combustion is produced, by the ingenious manner, the whole internal action
destruction occasioned to the file.
of the most approved engine for mining pur-
The compression of water is demonstrated poses, and the particular situation and
twice a day, by an apparatus applying hydro-operation of every part, even to the smallest
static pressure.

while, as we have seen practically demon-
strated, it leaves no such tail of backwater
as is thrown up either by the common pad-
dle wheel, or by the oblique wheel invented
by Mr. Perkins.

In this sight-seeking, amusement-hunting, season, it is our duty to direct the attention of our readers to such of the metropolitan exhibitions as contain not only the incentives to momentary gratification, but also the more valve. solid, and therefore the more, serviceable, Perkins's oblique paddle-wheel is exhi- In mentioning the steam-gun, we have food for mental reflection, and the stimu-bited under different modifications, but there omitted to state that the steam with which lants to practical benefit. is no means of ascertaining its comparative it is supplied is produced by the new method effect with the common paddle-wheel, or of generating.steam, invented by Mr. Jacob with the paddles invented by Mr. Stevens, Perkins, to whom so much is already due to which we give a decided preference. The for the very valuable additions to enginery former is described as "a contrivance for he has had the talent to invent, and the skill to carry into effect. This latter, and we are inclined to believe by far the most important of his improvements, consists in giving circulation to the contents of the boiler by means of metalic plates, so formed and placed as to cause that portion of the water which, by coming into contact with the hottest parts of the boiler, has absorbed the greatest portion of caloric, and been partially converted into steam, to be displaced by the colder portion of the fluid, in consequence of the superior specific gravity of the latter; so that, while the aeriform fluid is, as it were, constantly struggling to escape from the action of the fire, the more dense, or colder particles, are making as continued an effort to approach that wonder-working element. And we here take leave to congratulate Mr. Perkins on his recent success at Liverpool and Manchester; and to add, that the master mind which can thus so happily apply the laws of natural philosophy to the purposes of mechanics, need not scruple to sacrifice an invention for simple propulsion, to a younger or more fortunate competitor: his circulating plates are applicable to the increased and better production of steam for every description of engines-a paddle wheel is but one application, out of many, of that mighty combination of elements which seems to require a more comprehensive name than that of steam. Not only do these circulating plates occasion a more rapid and economical formation of steam than can be attained without their aid, but they also, from the same cause, prevent the destruction of the tubes or plates of which the boiler may be constructed, by causing the fluid to absorb the caloric without giving the fire time to fuse the metal: this has been successfully proved with a boiler of one of the steam-carriages on the Liverpool and Manchester railway, and cannot fail of insuring to the inventor that which should always accompany honourable industry and persevering skill-pecuniary recompence as well as fame.

Our first notice, under this head, will be of an exhibition which combines the pleasing and the useful in an eminent degree; and whose contents we shall describe somewhat at length, that those of our friends who re-causing the paddle-boards, or fans, to enter side in town, or may be "christmassing" and leave the water edgewise, and only to among us, may be prompted to partake still apply their surfaces fully or flatly against the more largely of its amusement and instruction fluid when they have arrived at their greatest by visiting it, and those who are located in depth, so as to act with the most powerful the country, by content or circumstance, may hold on the water in propelling the vessel :" not be shut out, descriptively, from its that they do this we readily admit, but the safety paddle of Mr. Stevens does more than this, for, by its peculiar motion, it is caused to act "fully or flatly against the fluid," In their introductory address, appended with propulsive effect, from the time of its to the catalogue, the proprietors of the gal-entering the water to its being drawn out; lery say, that" it is established for the practical illustration of general science, and for the reception of specimens of the rare productions of nature;" and to a considerable extent these objects have been already achieved. The operation of Perkins's me- Stevens' safety paddles are described in thod of generating steam, and its application the catalogue so fairly and clearly that we as a projectile force, the combustion of hard do not hesitate to identify our own opinions steel by a disc of soft iron, the compression with that description; they are called, "a of water, the production of an electro-mag- simple mechanical imitation of the manner netic spark; and other illustrations are given in which the Indian propels his canoe, with in a most satisfactory and pleasing manner; a velocity and ease that cannot be attained and the exhibition is already graced by many even by the use of oars; and may therefore rare works of art and splendid productions be said to be the most natural mode of proof nature. But the address appears to us to pulsion. Three of these paddles are placed promise more, and the extraordinary capa- abreast, occupying about the same space that bilities of the gallery, from its extent and would be required by a common wheel; and excellent arrangement, afford the means of they have these peculiarities in their operasuch contrasted illustrations as would indeedtion: that, although following each other "promote the adoption of whatever may be rapidly and regularly in the water, they work found to be comparatively superior, or rela-in separate paths; they make a longer and tively perfect." For instance, the canal, in deeper stroke than can be attained by the the centre of the gallery, would admit of a float-boards on a wheel of much greater number of curious and instructive experi- comparative size; they afford the facility of ments as to the power actually required to being immersed and drawn out at any angles propel models of boats, differently formed that may best agree with the speed of the but of similar burthen; and to shew the in-vessel: they cause no tremulous motion; crease or decrease of agitation in the water at different velocities. While, at the same time, the comparative effect of the paddle. wheel, and of the various improvements in propulsion by Perkins, Stevens, and others, might be demonstrated.

they make no disturbance or agitation of the
water; and they may be easily unshipped
and replaced. There are two other modes
of propulsion, or rather proposed modes,
exhibited here; Brickwood's is a pretty
plaything in Creed's we have no faith.

The magnet is the same powerful attractor with which Mr. Saxton demonstrated the correctness of Mr. Faraday's theory of the We shall mention other interesting ob. identity between the electric and the mag-jects exhibited in the National Gallery of netic fluid; it has, however, had four or five plates added to it since it was first used to elicit the magnetic spark.

The first and greatest object of attraction is the steam-gun, which is discharged every hour. This astounding instrument propels seventy balls, as it were, in an instant, with astonishing force. After this wholesale emission, it propels several balls singly, with a precision and smartness of report that, without witnessing, is almost In various parts of the exhibition are drawinconceivable. The boiler that supplies the ings and models of steam engines; and we gun with steam also produces motive power would particularly direct the attention of for a small engine which is used to turn a visitors to a working model of a condensing soft iron disc with a velocity of 5,400 re-steam engine, by Piggott, in the upper gal

Practical Science, in succeeding numbers; but we cannot turn away from such an useful, entertaining, and instructive exhibition, without recommending our readers to take the earliest opportunity of examining its very attractive contents. We have met there the greatest, the most successful engineer of the day, Mr. Telford, thrice within a week.

THE LEARNED SOCIETIES.

THE learned as well as the unlettered-the man of scientific knowledge and the artisan, who is as labour to his thought-he, the pos. sessor of classical attainments, and the hum ble, though not less industrious distributor of his literary offspring-the talented and the tasked—the wealthy and the needy-the honoured and the unknown-each and all are accessible to the charms of sociality, and the comforts of good cheer. None seem forgetful of the season, despite of the libels of those misanthropical croakers, who say that mirth was only of the olden day, that she lived but to enliven the fireside of our doughty ancestors, and died an old maid long ere the forthcoming of our generation; forgetting, dull dotards that they are, that the sprightly nymph was annually embraced by hearty old Father Christmas," and lives, renewed as it were, again and again, in a countless progeny of smiles and laughter, and glee. And thus are we without anything of interest to communicate from the Learned Societies. The meetings of some of these have been discontinued, as is customary, during the season of festivity: and at those of others nothing has lately occurred beyond the usual routine. Be this, then, our apology for deferring a classified and particular account of each, until business has been resumed in good

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lustrative of the kind-heartedness of Nell

Gwynne. It was in consequence of her appeal to the justice and humanity of Charles, that Chelsea hospital was given as an asylum for wounded and superannuated soldiers. There is at present, we believe, a neighbouring public-house with her head as a sign. After the death of Charles, she lived a most exemplary life. The last words of the royal voluptuary to his brother were "Don't let poor Nelly starve." According to Pennant, "she died at her house in Pall Mall. The back room, on the ground floor, was (within memory) entirely of looking glass, as was said to be the ceiling." She was buried in the church of St. Martin's in the Fields: her funeral sermon was preached by Dr. Tennyson, the vicar, (subsequently archbishop of Canterbury.) "This," said Queen Mary, "is a sign that she died penitent; for, had she not a pious and Christian end, the Doctor would never have been induced to speak well of her." The manner in which Charles first became acquainted with Nell is variously related: the story told by Galt, in his com pilation of the "Lives of the Players," is as with the Duke of York, as private gentlemen, follows: "The king having gone to the play they sat in the next box to Nell and her lover, a young nobleman, (Lord Budchurst ;) and, as soon as the play was finished, Charles, the duke, and the nobleman, with Nell, supped at a tavern. When the reckoning came to be paid, the king, searching his pockets, found he had not money to disNELL GWYNNE," (forthcoming.) charge it, and his brother was in the same A NOTICE of poor Nelly," who is about to condition." Another story states, that the appear at Covent-garden, as the heroiue of a first time the king saw Nell was on the ocdrama, (by Mr. Jerrold,) may not be unin-casion of her speaking the prologue in the teresting to our theatrical readers. The piece, it is said, presents Nell before her liaison with Charles the Second. Thus, we have her endeavours to get on the stage; her appearance as an orange girl at the King's Theatre, Drury-lane; with the Prologue to The Conquest of Grenada, spoken before the King in a large, coach-wheel hat and waste belt." The story of this hat is not very generally known. Even Sir Walter Scott, in his edition of Dryden, professes his ignorance of its origin. The story is as follows: On one occasion, some French courtiers in the suite of the sister of Charles appeared in this country, wearing huge hats and waist-belts. Nokes, the famous comedian at the Duke's Theatre, Lincoln's-inn, in order to ridicule the fashion of the foreigners, spoke a prologue in an enormous beaver and correspondingly monstrous belt. The jest took the town; when Nokes, in his turn, was ridiculed in a prologue written by Dryden, which prologue was spoken by Mistress Nelly. Dryden alJudes, in the following lines, to the hat of the other House.

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"This jest was first of the other house's making
And, five times try'd, has never fail'd of taking.
For 'twere a shame a poet should be killed
Under the shelter of so broad a shield.
This is that hat whose very sight did win ye
To laugh and clap as though the devil were in ye;
As then for Nokes, so now I hope you'll be

So dull, to laugh once more for love of me," &c. &c.

There are numerous anecdotes extant il

hat.

Rochester thus alludes to Nelly as the orange-gir'.

"The orange basket her fair arm did suit,

Laden with pippins and Hesperian fruit;

The first step raised, to the wond'ring pit she sold
The lovely fruit, smiling with streaks of gold.
Now Fate for her did its whole force engage,
And from the pit she mounted to the stage," &c.

There are various portraits of Nell Gwynne.
There is one at Windsor; one (we believe,
the best,) in the possession of the Duchess
of St. Alban's; another is to be found among
the rich theatrical collection of Ivy Cottage.

Miss Taylor plays Nell Gwynne; Jones, Charles the Second; Meadows, the famous Joe Haynes, (for whose facetious character, see Tom Brown;) and Keeley appears as Orange Moll, a personage mentioned in the 'Diary" of Pepys.

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

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BY SHERIDAN KNOWLES.

1.

When around thee, admiring, they throng as they
will,

Entranced by the rapture thy minstrelsy wakes,
When they murmur the praise of thy genius, and still
Invoke it again at each pause that it makes.
2.

Oh, remember the one who, to hear it again,
Would encounter the anguish of parting anew;

ALONE, ALONE!

BY W. KENNEDY,

(Author of the Arrow and the Rose.
1.

They say that he whom thou beholdest
Of Fashion's throng is far the coldest;

They tell thee that his heart is stone:
When music wakes its sweetest measure,
When beauty twines the wreath of pleasure,
He owns not sound's persuasive power,
He culls not love's delightful flower:
Alone, alone!

2.

Proud was his glance among the proudest,
Loud was his mirth among the loudest,

Stately he paced the gay saloon.
The rarest lips with smiles received him,
Fond blushing loveliness relieved him;
But there arose a mournful morrow,
Shading his lofty brow with sorrow,
Too soon, too soon!

3.

He had forgot the troth he plighted,
His early love-too early slighted;

Her image from his breast had flown;
He knew not what unkindness made her,
Till in her virgin grave they laid her;
Then was he seen, where halls were crowded,
As now thou see'st him cold and clouded,
Alone, alone!

GENEVA.

BY F. W. N. BAYLEY.
1.

On the banks of Leman's water,
Sweetest sister of the lake,
Crown'd with turrets-Alps' fair daughter-
See the sun-wooed city break
Full upon th' enchanted sight,
Like a vision of delight!

2.
Bright Geneva, what art thou-

In thy vine-encircled vale,
But a smile upon the brow

Of that mighty Alpine dale!
Ever waked by echo's tone,
Answering the roaring Rhone!

3.

Grand by thunder-startled night,
Beautiful by glowing day-
Like a child of glorious light

Keeping Nature's holiday!

Or whilst mountains round thee crowd,
Like a virgin in a shroud!

4.

Fair Elysium of the earth

'Mong thy paths, to Fernay's bowers, Genius led her mightiest forth

For satire's wasp and wisdom's flowersIn thy vineyards wit grew wild,

When thou wert Fame's and Voltaire's child!
5.

Mountain-bound Geneva ! stand
'Mong thy everlasting hills,
Listening in a sunny land

To melody from Leman's rills-
And seeming still, as round thee glory breaks,
The fairest city by the Queen of Lakes!

MUSIC.

HOME MUSIC.

WE are among those who think that music is nowhere more delightful than in the domestic circle. In using the last two words, we wish them to be strictly interpreted; for, though at the risk of seeming selfish, we would not have our enjoyment of the tuneful art broken in upon even by visitors, inasmuch as few love music enough to be attentive and sympathetic listeners. There is, to

And, surrounded with pleasures that woo him in be sure, a species of music which is fitted for

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