Then, like oases in the desert's blight, Shall your wild glades another Penn behold: Higher than dared sublimest thought of old. And ruleth still-Expedience stern and cold,. Of the white population still rolls on! Your wasting strength; to mourn your glory flown, Shall live but with past marvels, to adorn Some fabling theme, some unavailing song. have piled a monument of scorn ye For trite oppression's sophistry of wrong. But Proving, by all your tameless hearts have borne, What now ye might have been, had ye but met With love like yours, and faith unwavering yet. The authors of "Penn and the Indians" justly observe in the last note upon their exalted poem, that "it is William Penn's peculiar honour to stand alone as a statesman, in opposing principle to expedience, in public as well as in private life. Even Aristides, the very beau-ideal of virtuous integrity, failed in this point. The success of the experiment has been as splendid as the most philosophic worshipper of abstract morals could have hoped for or imagined." These sentences exemplify an expression elsewhere-" Politics are Morals." QUAKERS. ORIGIN OF THE TERM. On the 30th of October, 1650, the celebrated George Fox being at a lecture delivered in Derby by a colonel of the parliament's army, after the service was over addressed the congregation, till there came an officer who took him by the hand, and said, that he, and the other two that were with him, must go before the magistrates. They were examined for a long time, and then George Fox, and one John Fretwell of Staniesby, a husbandman, were committed to the house of correction for six months upon pretence of blasphemous expressions. Gervas Bennet, one of the two justices who signed their mittimus, hearing that Fox bade him, and those about him, "tremble at the word of the Lord," regarded this admonition so lightmindedly, that from that time, he called Fox and his friends Quakers. This new and unusual denomination was taken up so eagerly, that it soon ran over all England, and from thence to foreign countries. It has since remained their distinctive name, insomuch, that to the present time they are so termed in acts of parliament; and in their own declarations on certain public occasions, and in ad dresses to the king, they designate themselves "the people called Quakers." The community, in its rules and minutes, for government and discipline, denominates itself "The Society of Friends." "My share of books divide amongst my friends. In case of my death this scrap of paper may be serviceable in your possession. "All my estate, real and personal, consists in the hopes of the sale of books, published or unpublished. Now I wish and you to be the first paid creditors-the rest is in nubibus— but, in case it should shower, pay the few pounds I owe him." Although too late to afford him any satisfaction or comfort, it did " shower" at last; and that, too, from a source which, in its general aspect, bears all the gloominess of a cloud, without any of its refreshing or fertilizing anticipations—I mean the Court of Chancery. This unexpected "shower" was sufficiently copious to enable the fulfilment of all the wishes expressed in the above note. His friends have therefore the gratification of knowing that no pecuniary loss has been (or need have been) sustained, by any one of those with whom he was connected, either by friendship or otherwise. I am, Sir, &c. O. Z. • Sewel These engravings pretty well describe the occupations of the figures they repreent. The cry of "Fine writing-ink "has ceased long ago; and the demand for such a fork as the woman carries is discontinued. They are copied from a set of etchings formerly mentioned-the "Cries of London," by Lauron. The following of that series are worth describing, because they convey some notion of cries which we hear no longer in the streets of the metropolis. Buy a new Almanack? correspondence in a small hand-basket, or frail, with papers open in the other hand. My Name, and your Name, your Father's Name, and Mother's Name. A man bears before him a square box, slung from his shoulders, containing typefounders' letters, in small cases, each on a stick; he holds one in his hand. I well remember to have heard this very cry when a boy. The type-seller composed my own name for me, which I was thereby enabled to imprint on paper with common writing A woman bears book-almanacks before ink. I think it has become wholly extinct within the last ten years. her, displayed in a round basket. London's Gazette here A woman holds one in her hand, and seems to have others in her lapped-up apron. Buy any Wax or Wafers? A woman carries these requisites Old Shoes for some Brooms hind him on a stick. His cry intimates, A man with birch-brooms suspended be that he is willing to exchange them for old shoes; for which a wallet at his back, de for pending from his waist, seems a receptacie. Remember the poor Prisoners! A man, with a capacious covered basket suspended at his back by leather handles, through which his arms pass; he holds in nis right hand a small, round, deep box with a slit in the top, through which money may be put in his left hand is a short walkingstaff for his support. In former times the prisoners in different gaols, without allowance, deputed persons to walk the streets and solicit alms for their support, of passengers and at dwelling-houses. The basket was for broken-victuals. Fritters, piping hot Fritters. A woman seated, frying the fritters on an iron with four legs, over an open fire lighted on bricks; a pan of batter by her side: two urchins, with a small piece of money between them, evidently desire to fritter it. Buy my Dutch Biskets? A woman carries them open in a large, round, shallow arm-basket on her right arm; a smaller and deeper one, covered with a cloth, is on her left. Who's for a Mutton Pie, or a Christmas Pie? A woman carries them in a basket hanging on her left arm, under her cloak; she rings a bell with her right hand. Lilly white Vinegar, Threepence a Quart. The vinegar is in two barrels, slung across the back of a donkey; pewter measures are on the saddle in the space between hem. The proprietor walks behind—he is jaunty youth, and wears flowers on the left side of his hat, and a lilly white apron ; racks a whip with his left hand; and his right fingers play with his apron strings. Old Satin, old Taffety, or Velvet. he A smart, pretty-looking lass, in a highpeaked crowned-hat, a black hood carelessly tied under her chin, handsomely stomachered and ruffled, trips along in high-heeled shoes, with bows of ribbons on the insteps; a light basket is on her right arm, and her hands are crossed with a quality air. Scotch or Russia Cloth. A comfortably clothed, stout, substantiallooking, middle-aged man, in a cocked hat, (the fashion of those days,) supporting with his left hand a pack as large as his body, slung at his back; his right hand holds his yard measure, and is tucked into the open of his cloth hangs across his arm. bosom of his buttoned coat; a specimen Irish and Holland linen have superseded Scotch and Russia. Four pair for a Shilling, Holland Socks. A woman cries them, with a shilling'sworth in her hand; the bulk of her ware is in an open box before her. Our ancestors took great precautions against wet from: without-they took much within. They were soakers and sockers. Long Thread Laces, long and strong. A miserably tattered-clothed girl and boy carry long sticks with laces depending from the ends, like cats-o'-nine tails. This cry was extinct in London for a few years, while the females dressed naturally-now, when some are resuming the old fashion of stiff stays and tight-lacing, and pinching their bowels to inversion, looking unmotherly and bodiless, the cry has been partially revived. Pretty Maids, pretty Pins, pretty Women. A man, with a square box sideways under his left arm, holds in his right hand a paper of pins opened. He retails ha'p'orths and penn'orths, which he cuts off from his paper. I remember when pins were disposed of in this manner in the streets by women-their cry was a musical distich Three-rows-a-penny, pins, Short whites, and mid-dl-ings! Fine Tie, or a fine Bob, sir! combing it, and talks to a customer at his A wig-seller stands with one on his hand, door, which is denoted by an inscription to be in "Middle-row, Holbourn." Wigs on blocks stand on a bracketed board outside his window. This was when every body, old and young, wore wigs-when the price for a common one was a guinea, and a journeyman had a new one every yearwhen it was an article in every apprentice's indenture that his master should find him in "one good and sufficient wig, yearly, and every year, for, and during, and unto the expiration, of the full end, and term, of his apprenticeship." Buy my fine Singing Glasses! They were trumpet-formed glass tubes, of various lengths. The crier blows one of half his own height. He holds others 'n his left hand, and has a little box, and two or three baskets, slung about his waist. Japan your Shoes, your honour! A shoeblack. A boy, with a small basket beside him, brushes a shoe on a stone, and addresses himself to a wigged beau, who carries his cocked-hat under his left arm, with a crooked-headed walkingstick in his left hand, as was the fashion among the dandies of old times. I recollect shoeblacks formerly at the corner of almost every street, especially in great thoroughfares. There were several every morning on the steps of St. Andrew's church Holborn, till late in the forenoon. But the greatest exhibition of these artists was on the site of Finsbury-square, when it was an open field, and a depository for the stones used in paving and street-masonry. There, a whole army of shoeblacks intercepted the citizens and their clerks, on their way from Islington and Hoxton to the counting houses and shops in the city, with Shoeblack, your honour!" "Black your shoes, sir!" 66 Each of them had a large, old tin-kettle, containing his apparatus, viz. a capacious ipkin, or other large earthen-pot, containing the blacking, which was made of ivory black, the coarsest moist sugar, and pure water with a little vinegar-a knife-two or three brushes-and an old wig. The old wig was an indispensable requisite to a shoeblack; it whisked away the dust, or thoroughly wiped off the wet dirt, which his knife and brushes could not entirely detach; a rag tied to the end of a stick smeared his viscid blacking on the shoe, and if the blacking was "real japan," it shone. The old experienced shoe-wearers preferred an oleaginous, lustreless blacking. A more liquid blacking, which took a polish from the brush, was of later use and invention. Nobody, at that time, wore boots, except on horseback; and every body wore breeches and stockings: pantaloons or trousers were unheard of. The old shoeblacks operated on the shoes while they were on the feet, and so dexterously as not to soil the fine white cotton stocking, which was at one time the extreme of fashion, or to smear the buckles, which were universally worn. Latterly, you were accommodated with an old pair of shoes to stand in, and the yesterday's paper to read, while your shoes were cleaning and polishing, and your buckles were whitened and brushed. When shoestrings first came into vogue, the prince of Wales (now the king) appeared with them in his shoes, and a deputed body of the buckle-makers of Birmingham presented a petition to his royal highness to resume the wearing of buckles, which was good-naturedly complied with. Yet in a short time shoestrings entirely superseded buckles. The first incursion on the shoeblacks was by the makers of " patent cake-blacking," on sticks formed with a handle, like a small battledoor; they suffered a more fearful invasion from the makers of liquid blacking in bottles. Soon afterwards, when " Day and Martin" manufactured the ne plus ultra of blacking, private shoeblacking became general, public shoeblacks rapidly disappeared, and now they are extinct. The last shoeblack that I remember in London, sat under the covered entrance of Red Lion-court, Fleet-street, within the last six years. ANTIQUARIAN MEMORANDUM. At a little alehouse on the Lea, neat Hoddesdon, called "Page's Lock," there is a curious antique chair of oak, richly carved. It has a high, narrow back inlaid with cane, and had a seat of the same, which last is replaced by the more durable substitute of oak. The framework is beautifully carved in foliage, and the top rail of the back, as also the front rail between the legs, have the imperial crown in the centre. The supports of the back are twisted pillars, surmounted with crowns, by way of knobs. and the fore-legs are shaped like beasts' paws. The date is generally supposed to be that of Elizabeth; and this is confirmed by the circumstance of the chairs in the long gallery of Hatfield-house, in Hertfordshire, being of similar construction, but without the crowns. The date of these latter chairs is unquestionably that of Elizabeth, who visited her treasurer, Burleigh, whose seat it was. The circumstance of the crowns being carved on the chair above-named, and their omission in those at Hatfield would seem to imply a regal distinction and we may fairly infer, that it once formed part of the furniture of queen Elizabeth's hunting-lodge situate on Epping forest, not many miles from Hoddesdon. GASTON. MINISTER OF KIRKBY LONSDALE, KIRKBY KENDAL.-LUNE BRIDGE. To the Editor. Sir, The Tenth Part of your interesting publication, the Table Book, has been lent to me by one of your constant readers; who, aware of the interest which I take in every thing connected with Westmoreland, pointed out the Notes of T. Q. M. on a Pedestrian Tour from Skipton to Keswick.* It is not my intention to review those notes, or to point out the whole of his inaccuracies; but I shall select one, which, in my humble judgment, is quite inexcus, able. After stating that the Rev. Mr. Hunt was once the curate of Kirkby (not Kirby, as your correspondent spells it) Lonsdale, he adds, "I believe the wellknown Carus Wilson is the officiating minister at present." What your narrator means by the appellation "well known," he alone can determine-and to which of the family he would affix the term, I cannot possibly imagine. The eldest son is rector of Whittington, an adjoining parish; the second son of the same family is vicar of Preston, in Lancashire; the third is the curate of Tunstal, in the same county. These are all the gentlemen of that family who are, or ever were, "officiating ministers:" and I can safely assure your correspondent, that not one of them ever was the officiating minister of Kirkby Lonsdale. The vicar is the Rev. Mr. Sharp; who the curate is I forget, but an inquirer could have easily ascertained it; and an inquiry would have furnished him with some very curious details respecting the actual incum bent. name. By the way, let me mention the curious fact of this town retaining its ancient name, while Kendal, a neighbouring town, has lost, in common parlance, a moiety of its In all legal documents Kendal is described as Kirkby Kendal, as the former is Kirkby Lons-dale; and the orthography is important, as it shows at once the deri vation of these names. Kirk-by-Lon's-dale, and Kirk-by-Ken or Kent-dale, evidently show, that the prominent object, the churches of those towns on the banks of their respective river, the Lune, Loyne, or Lon, as it is variously written, and the Kent or Ken, and their dales, or vallies, furnished the cognomen. • Col. 971, & I should be much obliged to T. Q. M. it he would point out the house where my friend Barnabee viewed An hall, which like a taverne shewed If a very curious tradition respecting the very fine and remarkable bridge over the river Lune, together with a painting of it done for me by a cobbler at Lancaster, would be at all interesting to you, I shall be happy to send them to your publishers. The picture is very creditable to the artist; and after seeing it, I am sure you will say, that however (if ever) just, in former days, the moderns furnish exceptions to the wellknown maxim ANCIENTS AND MODERNS. THE COPERNICAN SYSTEM THAT OF THE of our system, the fixed stars at the circumCopernicus places the sun in the centre ference, and the earth and other planets in the intervening space; and he ascribes to the earth not only a diurnal motion around its axis, but an annual motion round the sun. This simple system, which explains all the appearances of the planets and their situations, whether processional, stationary, or retrograde, was so fully and distinctly inculcated by the ancients, that name from a modern philosopher. it is matter of surprise it should derive its Pythagoras thought that the earth was a movable body, and, so far from being the centre of the world, performed its revolu. tions around the region of fire, that is the sun, and thereby formed day and night. He is said to have obtained this knowledge among the Egyptians, who represented the sun emblematically by a beetle, because that insect keeps itself six months under |