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deeply-hidden tomb were now discovered; and few who looked on the mildewed and wasted relics, and contrasted with them the mild and loving countenances that looked down upon them from the antique pictureframes, could help a shudder at remembering the woful alteration. The boasted human form-the human face divine! and must they come to this? Ah, yea, indeed. "Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come : make her laugh at that." But-we may not moralize.

It is hard to account for the obscure hiding of those whose lineage so palpably connected them with the blood royal, otherwise than by conjecturing that the fury of the insatiate Henry was not extinguished even with the blood of his innocent wife, but that he must have pursued with his wrath her near relatives, and that some of them fled for refuge to the Irish shores. In the very making of the sepulchre there was an evident seeking for concealment, as though the names of the dead themselves might have led to the identification and prejudice of the living.

"Soon after the sepulchral stone," says a writer in an extinct Irish periodical, "was first disturbed, an amazing number of worms, of the centipede description, made their appearance about the place. They were about an inch and a half long, and of a black colour, excepting on the belly, which was brownish. They were constantly seen to proceed in multitudes from the tomb, across the fields, towards a house which had been erected hard by, for the accommodation of some quarrymen. Here they gathered in such numbers as to hang pendant from the roof at times, like clusters of bees after swarming. The consequence was, that the house acquired the name of Maggotty House, and it was remarked to be exceedingly unwholesome, an unusual number of persons having died in it. At last it became totally deserted, no one daring to live there."

We believe the two portraits we have described are no longer in existence. A disastrous fire at Parsonstown, in June, 1832, consumed a great part of Lord Rosse's pictures, and among them, we understand, those of Elizabeth and Mary Bullyn.


In the Episcopal Church of Frescati is an urn, containing the heart of Prince Charles Edward. It is inscribed with these beautiful lines, written by the Abbate Felicé, one of the chaplains of the Cardinal York, the last of the Stuarts :

"Di Carlo il freddo cinere
Questa brev' urna serra;
Figlio de Terzo Giacomo,
Segnor d'Inghilterra,
Fuor' de regno patrio.
A' lui che tomba diede ?
Infidelta di popolo,
Integrita de fedé."

However much the Stuarts may be blamed-and that there is abundant cause of censure none will deny-their misfortunes lend their history a saddened interest. And now, after the lapse of many years, can think and talk quietly about them, pity must enter

when men

largely into our feelings respecting these outcast princes. They erred grievously, and they were punished heavily; and if suffering can in any wise atone for imprudence, then surely the meed of consideration cannot be long withheld from them, whose tears should have wiped away all traces of their transgression.



A small print, which lies before us as we write, presents to us the existing state of Dangan Castle, in the county of Meath, Ireland-the reputed birth-place of his Grace the Duke of Wellington. We say "reputed," for the claim has been more than once controverted by writers who maintain that the Irish metropolis must be adjudged that honour. And, certainly, a current Dublin story declares that the Great Hero was born in St. Andrew's parish, in that city, at the Earl of Mornington's residence, Spring Gardens, College Green-a house long since taken down, but which stood nearly opposite to the grand front of the old Irish Parliament House. The disputes respecting the birth-places of illustrious men have been, and we suppose ever will be, of constant recurrence. Their cause is natural and apparent. In the present instance we see no reason to question the authenticity of the received opinion, which assigns to the crumbling ruins of this venerable pile before us the glory of such an undying reminiscence.

Dangan Castle is situated within two miles of the village of Summerhill, in the parish of Larracor (memorable from its recollections of Swift), and is distant seventeen miles from Dublin, in a north-west direction. A ruin itself, it stands in the centre of a once fruitful but now deserted demesne, that has been completely "cleared" by the woodman's axe. Close at hand is the basin of a drained lake. Of the castle the mere shell is standing, in a portion of which a straw-thatched peasant's hut has been erected. Dangan was anciently a fortress of the Fitz-Eustaces, Lords Portlester, and was probably founded early in the fourteenth century by one of that family. From them it passed to the Earls of Kildare, and from them (through the Plunkets, Lords Killeen) to the Wesleys, or Porleys, the ancestors of the illustrious warrior we are speaking of. The Marquis Wellesley sold Dangan to Colonel Burrowes, by whom it was leased to Mr. Roger O'Connor, during whose tenancy the whole building was dismantled by conflagration. No attempt was made to rebuild or restore it.

The birth-day of our hero has been the subject of misapprehension, even on the part of the late Colonel Gurwood, the editor of his "Despatches." In the registry of St. Peter's parish, Dublin, the entry of his Grace's baptism has been lately found, which proves him to be a day, if not more, older than he is thought to be. The entry is

"1769. April 30.-Arthur, son of the Right Honourable Earl and Countess of Mornington. Baptized."

And immediately beneath is the attesting signature of "ISAAC MANN, Archdeacon." Dr. Mann was consecrated Bishop of Cork and Ross in 1772, and occupied that see until his death in 1789.


THERE have been fourteen Archbishops of York since the Restoration. Immediately after that great event the famous DR. ACCEPTED FREWENthe friend of Laud and the devoted adherent of King Charles I.—was translated from the See of Lichfield to the Northern Archiepiscopal prelacy. His Grace was eldest son of the Rev. John Frewen of Northiam, in Sussex, a learned Puritan divine, and received his education at the FreeSchool of Canterbury, and at Magdalen College, Oxford. His earliest opportunity of gaining public distinction seems to have been at Madrid, where he happened to be, in the capacity of Chaplain to the Embassy, when Prince Charles and the Duke of Buckingham paid their romantic visit to the Court of Spain, and where he preached so impressive and eloquent a sermon before the Prince, that when Charles ascended the throne he called for Frewen by name, and, with his own hand, placed him on the list of Royal Chaplains. At the breaking out of the Civil War, Dr. Frewen, who then held the Presidency of Magdalen College, was mainly instrumental in sending the University plate to the King at Oxford, and he also advanced £500 out of his own resources for his Majesty's service. His Grace, died Unmarried, 28th March, 1664, leaving his fortune to his brother, Stephen Frewen, a wealthy citizen of London, from whom derive the families of Frewen, of Northiam and Frewen, of Brickwall House, Sussex.

The next Archbishop was RICHARD STERNE, who had previously held the See of Carlisle. His Grace, the son of Simon Sterne, of Mansfield, became Chaplain to Laud, and was committed to the Tower with that illustrious divine. At the Restoration he was consecrated Bishop of Carlisle, and died Archbishop of York in 1683, aged 87. His second son, Simon Sterne, of Elrington and Halifax, married Mary, heiress of Roger Jacques, Esq., and was grandfather of LAURENCE STERNE, the author of "Tristram Shandy." The crest of the Archbishop's family"a starling"-may possibly have suggested the pathetic episode on the "Poor Caged Bird," in the " Sentimental Journey.'


DR. JOHN DOLBEN, Bishop of Rochester, succeeded Sterne. This prelate, prior to entering into Holy Orders, was a military officer, and distinguished himself during the Civil War under the royal standard, particularly at the defence of York, where he received a severe wound. He was Lord High Almoner and Clerk of the closet to Charles II., and, during the prohibition of the Liturgy, was accustomed to read it in a house opposite All Soul's College, of which a memorial is preserved in a fine painting by Sir Peter Lely, at Finedon, a copy of which hangs in the hall of Christ Church, Oxford. Dr. Dolben died in 1686, leaving a son, Sir Gilbert Dolben, Bart., one of the judges of the Common Pleas, whose great-grandson, Sir John English Dolben, the last of his race, died in 1837. This remarkable person was devotedly attached to classical literature and antiquities, and supported with great zeal, but at the same time, with equal toleration, the principles of the Established Church. Previously to his final retirement into the country, he lingered with much affection about the haunts of his youthful studies and amusements, being alike conspicuous for his venerable deportment and harmless eccentricity. He was a constant visitor at the Commemoration Dinners at Christ Church; and he freQ Q


quently joined the juvenile ranks at Westminster School, whom he would accompany to service at the Abbey, saying, he was the youngest among them beginning to count afresh from seventy. He had his cards printed in black letter type, saying he was himself "old English," and that was the most appropriate style for him. He carried so many small volumes about with him in his numerous and capacious pockets, that he appeared like a walking library; and his memory, especially in classical quotations, was equally well stored. These few passing words on old Sir English Dolben, as pious and kind-hearted a gentleman as ever existed, will not be deemed irrelevant, with reference to his learned and distinguished predecessor the Archbishop of York.

The next prelate in succession, THOMAS LAMPLUGH, was a descendant of the ancient Cumberland family of Lamplugh, of Lamplugh, now represented by Lord Brougham as heir general. His Grace-successively Principal of St. Alban's Hall, Oxford, Archdeacon of London, and Bishop of Exeter, died at Bishopsthorp in 1691, aged 76, leaving a son, Archdeacon Thomas Lamplugh, D.D., ancestor of Mr. Lamplugh Raper, of Lamplugh and Lotherton. The vacancy in the See of York was supplied by the elevation of the learned Dean of Canterbury, Dr. JOHN SHARP, the son of a tradesman at Bradford, and the descendant of an old but decayed family long settled at Little Norton, in Bradford Dale. During the reign of James II., he had incurred the monarch's displeasure by his sermons against Rome, and suffered suspension. By William III., however, and Queen Anne, he was much esteemed, and had the honour of preaching the Coronation Sermon of the latter sovereign. Dr. Sharpe's pulpit eloquence became very popular. His discourses, which have been collected in seven octavo volumes, still maintain their reputation. His death occurred 2d Feb. 1714. The next archbishop was Sir WILLIAM DAWES, translated from Chester. He succeeded to his family baronetcy at the decease of his brother, and died in 1724, leaving a son, Sir D'Arcy Dawes, Bart. Next to Dr. Dawes followed LANCELOT BLACKBURN, who had been consecrated Bishop of Exeter in 1716; and after him, came THOMAS HERRING, a prelate celebrated for his eloquence and public spirit. He filled the archiepiscopal See of York during the memorable year 1745; and, on learning the defeat of the King's troops at Preston Pans, convened a meeting of the nobility, gentry, and clergy at York, to whom he addressed a spirited speech, and imparted so much enthusiasm that no less than £40,000 was immediately subscribed to raise troops for the national defence. These services and his general reputation, naturally advanced him to the Primacy at the death of Archbishop Potter, and he held the See of Canterbury until his death, in 1757. His son, Thomas Herring, Esq., married the sister of Sir William Cooper, Bart., and was ancestor of the present Harman Herring Cooper, Esq., of Shrew Castle, county Wicklow. Dr. Herring's preferment to Canterbury made way for the advancement of MATTHEW HUTTON, Bishop of Bangor, to the See of York. This divine was the second son of John Hutton, Esq., of Marske, and descended, in the fifth degree, from Matthew Hutton, who filled the northern Primacy in 1594, and of whom it is recorded that "he was so little of a sycophant, that he durst preach before a court on the instability of kingdoms and the change of dynasties, and durst ring in Elizabeth's ears the funeral knell of a succession." Dr. Hutton was eventually translated, as his predecessor Herring had been,

to the Archbishopric of Canterbury. That event happened in 1757, when JOHN GILBERT, Bishop of Salisbury, received the mitre of York. His Grace died in 1761, and was succeeded in his See by the Hon. and Right Rev. ROBERT DRUMMOND who had been successively Prebendary of Westminster and Bishop of St. Asaph and Salisbury. He was second son of George Henry, seventh Earl of Kinnoul, and grandson maternally of Robert Harley, Earl of Oxford, the celebrated Lord High Treasurer; and assumed the surname of Drummond according to the deed of entail of his great grandfather, William Viscount Strathallan. His Grace died in 1776, leaving, with other issue, a son Robert, who became ninth Earl of Kinnoul. After Dr. Drummond, the next Archbishop of York was WILLIAM MARKHAM, who had filled the important situation of preceptor to the Prince of Wales, and had held the See of Chester for the six preceding years. Dr. Markham was by birth an Irishman, but claimed descent from the ancient Nottinghamshire family of Markham, of Coatham. His grandson is the present Col. Wm. Markham, of Becca Hall, near Tadcaster. Archbishop Markham died in 1807, aged 88, and was interred in Westminster Abbey. His Grace was the immediate predecessor of the late venerable divine, EDWARD HARCOURT, whose death, during the past month, has suggested this brief summary of " the Primates of England."

The present Archbishop of York, Dr. THOMAS MUSGRAVE, is a native of Cambridge. His father, the late Mr. W. Peete Musgrave, was a woollen draper and tailor, and obtained some notoriety about the end of the last century as a warm and liberal supporter of the Whigs in the University town. The Archbishop, who is about sixty years of age, married, in 1839, the Hon. Catherine Cavendish, daughter of Richard, second Lord Waterpark.


GUERNSEY, to me and in my partial eyes
Thou art a holy and enchanted isle,

Where I would linger long, and muse the while
Of ancient thoughts and solemn memories,

Quickening the tender tear or pensive smile:
Guernsey for nearly thrice a hundred years
Home of my fathers! refuge from their fears

And haven to their hope-when long of yore,
Fleeing Imperial Charles and bloody Rome,

Protestant-martyrs, to thy sea-girt shore
They came, to seek a temple and a home,

And found thee generous! I, their son, would pour
My heartful all of praise and thanks to thee,
Island of welcomes-friendly, frank, and free!


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