Day. Come, kinsman (said the little god), Births. Deaths. Prid. Bonaventure Vulcanius, 1538, Archbishop (Gawin), Dunbar, Cal. 30. 1547. Bruges. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men who divided the world with their contentions, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little factions of mankind. When I read the dates, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.-Addison. Obits of the Latin Church. St. Paul, the Apostle, Martyr at the Salvian Waters, Rome, A. D. 65. St. Martial, 1st Bishop of Limoges, 3rd Century. Alexander Brome, 1666. Chelsea. Sir Thomas Pope Blount, 1697. Ridge. Dr. Thomas Edwards, 1785. d. Nuneaton. Richard Parker, hanged, 1797. exposed, Isle of Shepey. Victor Emanuel, (of Sardinia), 1821. d. Cagliari. Reverend Henry Kett, 1825. drowned, Stanwell. Clement Joseph Tissot, 1826. d. Paris. Colonel Dixon Denham, 1828. Men laugh at the follies of themselves past, when they come suddenly to remembrance, except they bring with them any present dishonour.-Hobbes. A patron who shall have defrauded his client shall be execrable. Twelve Tables. So Virtue, given for lost, Depress'd, and overthrown, as seem'd In the Arabian woods embost That no second knows nor third, And lay ere while a holocaust, From out her ashy womb reflourishes; And, though her body die, her fame survives A secular bird ages of lives.---Samson Agonistes. Acts. THE Hyacinthia of three days were celebrated at Amyclæ, in the month Hecatombæon, to the memory of Hyacinthus, with games in honour of Apollo, who cracked the crown of his young pupil, by a powerful stroke of his quoit, aided (it is said) by a wicked puff of Zephyrus. A Roman festival of dedication to Hercules and the Muses. A colossal statue was erected to "the bravest and the wisest Greek," B. C. 312, during the censorship of Appius Claudius, the blind, who built the celebrated Road. According to Dionysius, the club-bearer was the father of Pallas, by Launa, a daughter of Evander. Among the Sabines (his original worshippers in Italy) he was called Semo Sancus. The white poplar was dedicated to this laborious hero.-See 11th August. Henry VIII. embarks with his forces at Dover for the invasion of France, appointing "his most dear consort, Queen Catharine, rectrix and governor of the realm," 1513. A plague at Stratford in the year of the great poet's birth, 1564. The victory under the walls of Oudenarde, on the Scheld, 1708. The Elector of Hanover (George II.), who fought with Marlborough, narrowly escaped: a ball struck down his horse, and Colonel Laschky was shot, at another time, dead by his side. Evelyn notes: "I went with a select committee of the commissioners for GREENWICH HOSPITAL, and with Sir Christopher Wren, where with him I laid the first stone of the intended foundation, precisely at five o'clock in the evening, after we had dined together. Mr. Flamsteed, the King's astronomical professor, observing the punctual time by instruments," 1696. The subscriptions were £9046 13s. 4d. King William, with great munificence, placed his name on the list for £2,000. It is now middle-winter at the Cape of Good Hope. If in this I err, that I think the souls of men immortal, I err with pleasure; nor will ever, whilst I live, be forced out of an opinion with which I am so much delighted. Cicero. With a matron grace.-Burns. As Julia once a slumb'ring lay, For some rich flower, he took the lip Of Julia, and began to sip; But when he felt he suck'd from thence Honey, and in the quintessence; He drank so much he scarce could stir; So Julia took the pilferer: And told her, as some tears did fall, That, that he took, and that was all. Under the Protection of Jupiter. Ut pariter nobis corpus cum sanguine crescit.---Lucretius. THOU too, O Earth, great Rhea said, bring forth; And cheer'd the vallies: there the heavenly mother Bath'd, mighty King, thy tender limbs: she wrapt them In purple bands: she gave the precious pledge IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste And not a tree, and not an herb was nigh. With desperate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man Thrice şigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began: Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share! In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more blest, or verdant vales, bestow : Making his way between the cup and golden diadem.---Spenser. AWAKE, awake, my Lyre! In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so exalted she, And I so lowly be, Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark! how the strings awake: And, though the moving hand approach not near, A kind of numerous trembling make. Now all thy forces try, Now all thy charms apply, Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye. Weak, Lyre! thy virtue sure Is useless here, since thou art only found To cure, but not to wound, And she to wound, but not to cure. Too weak too wilt thou prove My passion to remove, Physick to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love. Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre! For thou can'st never tell my humble tale In sounds that will prevail; Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire: All thy vain mirth lay by, Bid thy strings silent lie, Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre! and let thy master die. David's Serenade. |