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circumstances of English history, and past regal grandeur, bring back the memory of Edwards and Henrys, or the gallant and accomplished Surrey.

ON WINDSOR-CASTLE, WRITTEN 1825, NOT BY A LAUREATE, BUT A POET OF LOYAL, OLD CHURCH-OF-ENGLAND FEELINGS.

(The Author had been Chaplain to the Prince Regent.)

Not that thy name, illustrious dome, recals
The pomp of chivalry in bannered halls;
The blaze of beauty, and the gorgeous sights.
Of heralds, trophies, steeds, and crested knights:
Not that young Surrey here beguil'd the hour,
'With eyes upturn'd unto the maiden's tower; 't
Oh! not for these, and pageants pass'd away,
I gaze upon your antique towers and pray -
But that my SOVEREIGN here, from crowds withdrawn,
May meet calm peace upon the twilight lawn;
That here, among these grey primæval trees,

He

may inhale health's animating breeze;

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And when from this proud terrace he surveys
Slow Thames devolving his majestic maze,
(Now lost on the horizon's verge, now seen,

Winding through lawns, and woods, and pastures green,)
May he reflect upon the waves that roll,—
Bearing a nation's wealth from pole to pole,—
And feel, (ambition's proudest boast above,)
A King's best Glory is his Country's Love!

The range of cresting towers have a double interest, whilst we think of gorgeous dames and barons bold, of Lely's and Vandyke's beauties, and gay and gallant and accomplished cavaliers like Surrey. And who ever sat in the stalls at St George's Chapel, without feeling the impression on looking at the illustrious names, that here the royal and ennobled knights through so many generations, sat each installed, whilst arms, and crests, and banners, glittered over the same seat? But, to leave princely residences, times of social comfort and security

+ Surrey's Poems.

demand, we might say, buildings for residence in unison with ideas of comfort and security in society. Some chord within us jars, when a castle, whose primary idea is that of defence, in an age of turbulence, stands in solitary grandeur, as if to awe the country round, when scarce a hen-roost fears nightly invasion." The Parochial History of BREMHILL in the County of Wilts by the REV. W. L. BOWLES, p. 245.

CCII. SHERIDAN AND THE COAL CELLAR.

Sheridan once fell into a coal-cellar on his way home, after supping at Drury Lane; and his abuse of the vendor for not keeping a light at the cellar-door was warmly retorted by the man's wife. "Confound it," cried Sheridan (who was not hurt) "do you think I want to pocket your coals?" "No," returned the woman, "but your nose may set the coal-hole on fire."

CCIII. Erskine, &c.

THE FLEET, Aug. 1, 1837. Yesterday Mr Chambers informed me that one MR LEWIS of Russell-Square had banked with Messrs Child for several years; he became embarassed, asked them to lend him £3500; they declined; he came to CHAMBERS, whom he had known, and complained and wanted to transfer his Account to C.; C. asked to see the Banking-Book, and when he had examined it, said that he was not at all surprised from the nature of the Account that they had refused the loan; he declined taking the transfer of the Book, and offered to lend it on one condition, viz. that Mr Lewis communicated to Messrs Child his refusal to take the Book, and his remark at their having declined the loan. He asked how long he wanted it? For very few months, tendering securities; Mr C. offered to

lend for so short a time without securities, which would involve legal expenses. 'Oh no,' said Mr L., 'let the thing be regular.' The securities were given for £3500, but he received from Mr C. £3700. The man bolted within a week, leaving £160,000 of debts and liabilities. They (his creditors) made him a Bankrupt and tried to force the securities from Mr C. by an appeal to the Court of Chancery on the ground that he was aware of the Bankruptcy, and had obtained an undue preferLord Eldon decided in his favor, but first requested to see the Account between Mr L. and Mr C. It was produced, and Lord E. paid a neat compliment to Mr C. in saying that it was just as he expected to find it. Mr C. advanced £3700, but the securities only covered £3500, and the other £200 was lost to Mr C.

ence.

To-day Mr C. told a pleasant story about LORD ERSKINE. A tailor had made a pair of breeches, which the party, a lawyer, for whom they were intended, returned:-the tailor, wishing to effect a delivery of the goods, that he might charge for them, put them into parchment, that they might pass as a lease. LORD ERSKINE caught at this and played on the word leas e in cross-examining the tailor, and flippantly asked if they were sent in parchment as a lease. "No," replied the tailor, "but as a release from the breeches!" CHAMBERS was in Court; ERSKINE said no more, sat down, and the Court was convulsed with laughter!

CCIV.

Aug. 10, 1837. A ..... N...... is much indebted to HAWTHORNE, who keeps a low Coffee-shop near Bow-St.; he had over and over again disappointed HAWTHORNE of payment; the latter threatened to lay hold of him, when School recommenced; a friend of N...... got him to suspend the execution

of his threat for a time, that he might in the interim receive the funds, which were raising for the purpose of payment. I observed that N...... was like the nightingale on the Hawthorne-bush, charming all around with his music.

CCV. Effect of Mustard and Ashes on the stomach.

THE FLEET, Aug. 11, 1837. Some time ago a prisoner here, MR HOSEASON, undertook for the wager of one pound to swallow a mustard-pot full of mustard, but not very strong; by way of proof he did swallow a desert-spoonful; the wager was not taken. He was asked for what he would undertake to swallow the glass also. He said for three pounds. No person would bet on the subject. Dr Harrison observed that the mustard would not stay on his stomach, as a teaspoonful of mustard in a tumbler of water was an instantaneous and the strongest of all emetics, and would, as he conceived, return instantly from the stomach. The gentleman insisted that he knew the strength of his own stomach, in which no one could surpass him.

MR BARTON told to me last night that, when he was in India, a gentleman undertook for a wager to eat the whole of a billiard-table cloth; the cloth was taken off; he burned it, reduced it to ashes, swallowed the ashes, took no precautions, and died three days afterwards.

CCVI. Carbery Rocks.

"The next morning I visited the caves or holes, which are really tremendous. They are 180 feet deep, and lie 300 yards from the cliffs. They are called East and West Populaduff.

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Who can see this coast broken into numberless little bays and promontories, contemplate the vast caves and overhanging cliffs, and listen to the roar of the waters reverberated by the mighty echoes,-who, witnessing these things, and being at the same time acquainted with Dean Swift's beautiful lines, Carberia Rupes in Comitatu Corgagensi apud Hibernicos, can avoid immediately recurring to them? They are so finely descriptive of the scenery, that I trust I shall be excused citing them at length in the much-approved translation of Mr Dunkin :

CARBERY-ROCKS, IN THE COUNTY OF CORK, IRELAND.

Lo! from the top of yonder cliff, that shrouds
Its airy head amid the azure clouds,
Hangs a huge fragment; destitute of props,
Prone on the wave, the rocky ruin drops.
With hoarse rebuff the swelling seas rebound,
From shore to shore the rocks return the sound;
The dreadful murmur heaven's high concave cleaves,
And Neptune shrinks beneath his subject waves;
For long the whirling winds and beating tides

Had scoop'd a vault into its nether sides.

Now yields the base, the summit nods, now urge
Their headlong course, and lash the sounding surge:
Not louder noise could shake the guilty world,
When Jove heap'd mountains upon mountains hurl'd,
Retorting Pelion from his dread abode,

To crush earth's rebel sons beneath the load.

Oft too with hideous yawn the cavern wide
Presents an orifice on either side,

A dismal orifice from sea to sea
Extended, pervious to the God of Day:
Uncouthly join'd, the rocks stupendous form
An arch, the victim of some future storm,
While on the cliff their rests the woodquests make,
And sea-calves stable in the oozy lake.

But, when bleak winter with his sullen train
Awakes the winds to vex the watery plain,
When o'er the craggy steep without controul,

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