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its sheeling, and its wreathing sinoke, waste the liquor which he has a peculiar when we reached it presented as ugly and delight in manufacturing ; because, pero disgusting a detail as possible ; and a haps, the undertaking is attended with T'eniers or a Cruikshank could only do risk, and gives birth to adventurous en. justice to the scene, and present a lively gagements and escapes, and, as the song picture of its uncouth accompaniments. says,

A half-rooied cabin, in which was a " An Irishman all in his glory is there." raging fire, over which was suspended the

Sketches in Ireland. pot, with its connected head and worm ; two of the filthiest of human beings, hals

ZEBUDAH AWAITING THE RETURN OP naked, squalid, unhealthy looking crea.

AHAB. tures, with skins encrusted with filth,

A., whither, whither, Ahab, tarriest thou, hair long, uncombed, and matted, where

I gaze, but cannot see thy coming prow, vermin of all sorts seemed to quarter Yet winds are fair, and the wide waters free; themselves and pidificate ; and where, as Oh what, alas, can keep my love from me. Burns says, “ horn or bone ne'er dare un. To night, to night thou said'st thou would'st be settle their thick plantations ;” these were

here: the operatives of the filthy process which Source of my life, some ill event I fear. seemed in all its details to be carried on

Thus mus'd the fair one as her deep-blue eye

Rollid o'er the wave in wild anxiety, in nastiness.

Till naught descrying through the distant baze, “ John Barleycorn, though hero bold,

In silent vacancy espired its gaze.
Of noble enterprise ;

Soft play'd the night-wind in her yellow bair,
When Irishmen distil bis blood,

That falling kiss'd a breast thar snow more fair;
They cleanliness despise."

Or rose, uplifted or its gentle wing, The whole area of the island was one dung- Like tendrils round her ivory neck to cling : hill, composed of fermenting grains; there Again her eye the waste of waters scught, were about twenty immense hogs either

Till hope decaying faded into naught, feeding or snoring on the food that lay

And sadly from her lips these 'plainings 'scaped, beneath them; and so alive with rats was

As wild despair a thousand terrors sbaped :

O Ahab ! whither, whither on the sea the whole concern, that one of the boat

Stay'st thou from her whose heart is full of thee? men compared them in number and in

What keeps thy bark upon the watry way, trusiveness to flocks of sparrows on the

When all who dwell within thy walls are gay; side of a shelling-hill adjoining a corn- When every eye is bright, and bosom glad, mill. I asked one of the boatmen where And not a heart but my love one is sad ? the men who attended the still slept. Didst thou not, smiling, say I was the star “ Och, where should they sleep but on To light thy vessel o'er the wave olar? the grains with the pigs ? they have never And is my ray less bright to thee this eve been off the island these six months ;

Than on the fatal night that saw thee leave, they have never changed their clothes, and

When thou didst kiss away my parting tearI believe, though they are convenient

Lov'd of my heart, why tarriest thou from here?" enough to the water, they have never

Thus chiding him, with anguish in her lcók, washed themselves.”

" And are they

Forth from her window seat her lute she took, not afraid ?” " Why who would they be

And as her fairy fingers o'er it rov'd, afraid of but the rats ?”

Warbled in sadness to her best belov 'd. never go to divine worship ?” “Ah, that they don't ; it's little they care about re.

Far as my anxious eye cau see ligion ; one of them is a Protestant, and

Along the waste of waters blue, he curses so much, that it's enough to

Frequen: I gaze in search of thee, keep ghost, angel, or devil off the place ;

But fate depies thee to my view. and, in troth, the Catholic is not much

Whither, whither dost tbou roam ! better, may be the priest won't have work

Wanders thy bark on yonder sea! enough with him yet.”

Or hast thou found a dearer home, I was truly disgusted with the whole

A happier than thou hadst with me. scene, and anxious to quit it. I was

O come to me and ease my heart vexed and disappointed to find such a

Of all its doubts--of all its fears romantic or beautiful spot so defiled, so

Say that we ne'er again shall part, desecrated, I might say, by a manufac

And hugh my sigus and dry my tears. ture that has proved of incalculablc mis.

Thus sung the fair one in her mournful mood, chief to the peaceful habits, the moral

Amid the stiliness of her solit. de. character, and religious duties of the peo.

Ahab, by S. R. Jackson. ple of the country; but we would not be allowed to depart before we partook of the

CURIOUS MUSICAL INSTRU. produce of the pot.

MENT. Pat is not deficient in generosity, and he One of the Hottentots placed himself at is ever ready to share, yes, and often to th eentrance of the tent, and sung several

" And do they


With all his faults,


Caffer songs, accompanied by a curious are always a quantity of flowers, the bees stringed instrument, called a gorrah ; he never want nourishment.Ibid. applied his breath to the strings, and produced some wild and pleasing notes ;

PORTRAITS. then occasionally recited some words,

BY MISS LANDON. which the boor interpreted as a call for the chiefs of the different Caffer tribes to

SAE leant her head bowed down upon her hand,

A delicate small hand, with a slight flush assemble at particular places, either for

Of red inside, as it bad prest ber cheek war or hunting.-Scenes and Occurrences

And sto its blushr; that cheek was very pale: in Caffer Land.

'Twas not all sickness, sadness, or deep thought,
But as it mingled each and all of them.
Health were too rude a gift for her slight form ;

And for her sadness, - 'twas not that which


From evil fortune, sorrow, or disgust, At the end of a path we discovered a But that which ever waits upon deep thought. rude but

very ingenious scaffolding made Her dark hair was just parted on her brow, by the Hottentots to obtain honey from Careless, yet graceful, for it suited well the hive. The rock overhung its base so A face which seemed not made for vanity; much that very great labour and skill And eloquent words were passing: and at times were required, and risk incurred, in fix- Her eyes were raised and lighted up; they struck ing and tying with strips of bark, the Upon her spirit's own fine chords ; at last poles and branches of trees. Their reward

She spoke her voice was low and tremulous

The may literally be said to be sweet.

With that beseechingness of lone and air

Which is a woman's own peculiar charm, manner of finding it is very singular, as

Oh! never should a woman's words be more related to us by one of our party, who

Than sighs which have found utterance. had accompanied a Hottentot in search of

2. The Hottentot went to a place His brow was like the marble, which the sun that he thought likely to contain the Hath in meridian splendour shone upon, hives, and immediately whistled with a Whitening away its every earthly stain ; sort of call that the honey bird or indicator With not a colour save one azure vein; is accustomed to, when the little feathered Too clear for health, to show that life was there, attendant made its appearance, chirping Else it had been too statue-like, too fair: Joudly and hovering about them ; it then

And there were sunny curls; they were too tlew forward, still chirping and watching


Too like, alas ! that mockery of light to see if they followed. It tried twice to

In summer noontide hours-such as is thrown lead them across a kloof, flying back and

O'er the pale whiteness of the funeral stone. ngain forward to entice them to follow ;

His mouth was feminine in loveliness, they, however, not liking to go that way, But that its scornful smile could well express and the Hottentot continuing to whistle Proud and high feelings, and his voice was low, the call, the bird at length flew back, and Those tones that to the heart directly go, led another way, still watching and chirp- And cannot be forgotten : he seemed one ing to them to follow him, which they Who knew bow dearly happiness is won; now did, and very soon it hovered over a Happiness! pleasure I should rather say, place in the rock, where, on searching, Happiness never made on earth a staythey found a hive full of honey ; the bird But he is in the grave—the early grave,

Which rujued hopes, and withered feelings gave. immediately perched in a bush over them, the honey, when it flew down, and took Useful bomestic Hints. possession of the nest, and eat what was left for it. The honey-bird is rather

CURE FOR A CONSUMPTION. larger than a sparrow, with brown fea

(For the Mirror.) thers. The quantity of honey taken every In the month of May, gather the flowers year is immense, and its flavour is very from the thorn bush-boil two bunches of delicious. The bees seldom or never

the blossom in half a pint of milk- let it sting if they are not hurt. The Hot- stand till it is about as warm as milk tentot is very particular in his manner of from the cow-drink it the first thing in leaving the honey for the bird, as he says the morning, and take a walk immedithat it will then remember him, and lead ately afterwards, if the weather is favourhim another time in preference to any able, and a cure will soon be effected. other person. When the bird has eaten This recipe has performed a perfect cure the honey, the young bees are carefully on many persons ; and one thing must closed up with stones to prevent the strongly recommend it, which is, the ratel* from taking them out, and as there impossibility of its being injurious to the * A kind of badge

complaint, or to health, and therefore



well worth trying.---The flowers will keep A BAILLIE in one of the towns on the good, and be fit for use all the year, if coast of Fife had seen a ship go to pieces they are well sprinkled with salt, then during a violent gale of wind ; dead put into an earthen pan, or preserving bodies, casks, chests, &c. came floating jar, and tied down tight to keep the air in, but at length an object appeared from them.

NG. which he could make nothing of; this

was nothing more or less than a poor

turkey, whose plumage prevented it from Among the remedies for damps, one

sinking, and which the waves were washperson recommends a sheet of lead a little ing ashore. Whether it was that turkeys above the surface of the ground, between had never then been seen in Fifeshire, or the layers of brick in house building ;

that the terrific scene had utterly confused and another, whalebone between the soles all distinctions in his mind between 200of our shoes. Botli, it seems, are spe- logy and ornithology, certain it is, that cifics against the ascent of damps to our

with his hair on end, and his mouth wide dwellings and persons.

open, he rushed up to the town vocifer. ating that he had seen a dreadful cretur

an awfu' cretur. 66 But what was it, THE customary mode of bleaching straw

Baillie ?" said the astonished citizens, for ornamental use, has been to stove it

" what was the cretur ?” “Well,” said in a cask with burning brimstone ; but there is a readier method, if judiciously he, “I canna tell, but as I am a living applied :_Take a solution of muriatic man, and hope for salvation, I tak’ it to acid, and saturate it with potash until

be ane elephant.” the effervescence subsides. Dip the straw in the solution. Again the oxygenated Water is generally deemeu perfectly muriate of lime, which may be had at any chemist's shop, dissolved in water, level, if still; but it is certain, from the will bleach straw without the least dimi. rotundity of the earth, that á canal, a nution of its flexibility.

mile long, having one continuate surface, has one of its ends eight inches below the

level of the other. The Gatherer. "I am bui araherer and disposer of other men's stuff."...Wotton

A BOY, three years of age, was particu

larly backward in his tongue, and his paAT a late fire in London, while the rents feared that he would never talk.engines were discharging their contents “Send him to a girl's school,” said a against the front of a house, an inscrip- friend. - The bint was adopted, and suction on it bocame nearly obliterated. “ By ceeded beyond expectation. my sowl,” exclaimed a witty Irishman, " this is a queer time for a joke.” “ And who the devil is joking," growled one of

ON A GENTLEMAN NAMED the firemen. “Why don't you see, honey,

HEDDY. how you are playing upon words,” replied In reading his name it may truly be said Pat.

You will make that man dy if you cut off

his Hed. A GENTLEMAN, finding his stock of wines and spirits rapidly on the decline, asked his black butler, “ Sancho, how is it the last wine has gone so quick?” works, mentions his having cured a sol.

SIR John PRINGLE, in one of his Received for answer, " Why Massa's

dier by the daily use of the dog-andfriends drink great deal, and Sancho's friends drink great deal.” The difficulty where now stands the Bethlem hospital,

duck water, which in former days stood was at once cleared up.

and was celebrated for a medicinal spa, AN EPITAPH,

as well as being a public-house of great ,

A French pherician, who transIN BRONLLYS CHURCH-YARD, IN lated this passage oiir John's, said,

that “ the cure was efiucted by adminis. On a man who was killed by a fall from tering an excellent broth made of a dog a wagon-load of hay.


and duck !Man's like a vapour, and Full of woes;

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BANGOR-House, Shoe-lane, formerly this favour, that the place war “ both belonged to the see of Bangor. It is dangerous and noisome to the passengers situated at the back of St. Andrew's and inhabitants.” The grour d is now in Court, and at the south-east corner o. possession of the see, and Mr. Barton has St. Andrew's church-yard, and was the informed us, that in his j'avenile days he town residence of the bishops for many remembers a garden, with lime trees, and ages, till the reign of Charles I.; after a rookery, whose site is usurped by son.e whose decease, and in the reign of Crom- very disagreeable erections. Thus, by de. well, parliament thought proper to restrain grees, the palace and its domains dege. the number of buildings then erecting ; nerated into the very wretched hovels at whose journal mentions, that “ Sir John present existing there. Barkstead, Knt., in 1647, purchased of the There is a pleasant recollection connecttrustees for sale of bishops' lands, the ed with this well-known part of the vast reversion of a messuage, with the appur- metropolis, and one cannot help feeling tenances, situate near Shoe-lanse, called regret that so agreeable an association must Bangor-House, after a term for years then soon be dissolved, as the whole of Shoeunexpired, with some waste ground, about lane is about to be pulled down in order 184 feet, intending to build on it." They to effect improvements on the spot now assign, as a reason for an exemption to occupied by Fleet Market. For the preT



ceding engraving and notice of Bangor- And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,

Little thinkest thou House, we are indebted to a correspondent,

That it will freeze anon, and that I shall . and as he has strictly confined himself to

To-morrow find thee fallen, or not at alle his subject, we may as well, before we

DONNE, quit this neighbourhood, here record a literary reminiscence connected with it.

The fascinations of the scenery of this That extraordinary person, Thomas Chat

delightful month are powerful and pleasterton--described by Wordsworth as

ing; and the alternate varieties of shower “The sleepless boy,woo perished in his pride." and sunshine enhance the beauty of

budding leaves, tender grass, and the was buried in the workhouse in Shoe.

whole landscape of nature's charms. lane. He died in Brook-street, Holborn, by a voluntary death, of poison. Of his

THE SPRING SHOWER. body being interred in the poorhouse, an

Away to that snug nook; for the thick shower intelligent author has observed—“a cir

Rushes on stridingly. Ay, now it comes, cuinstance at which one can hardly help

Glancing about the leaves with its first dips, feeling a movement of indignation. Yet

Like snatches of faint music. Joyous thrush, what could beadles and parish-officers

It mingles with thy song, and bears soft time know about such a being ? No more than

To thy bubbling shrillness. Now it louder falls, Horace Walpole.”

Pattering, like the far voice of leaping rills;
And now it breaks upon the shrinking clumps

With a crash of many sounds, the thrush is still,
The Months.

There are sweet scents about us; the violet hides
On that green bank; the primrose sparkles

there :

T'he earth is grateful to the teeming clouds,

And yields a sudden freshness to their kisses. To the ornithologist the month of April

But now the shower slopes to the warm west, is peculiarly interesting, as the migratory birds return, and delight us with a sight Leaving a dewy track ; and see, the big drops,

Like falling pearls, glisten in the sunny mist. of their varied plumage, and their no less

The air is clear again, and the far woods varied peculiarities of song. The night. Shine out in their early green. Let's onward ingale has been already noticed by us, then, and as the lone cuckoo, with his melan- For the first blossoms peep about our path, choly note echoing from the thin-leaved The lambs are nibbling the short dripping grass, grove, sends forth his song of solitary And the birds are on the bushes. gladness, delighting every heart with his fresh welcome of the returning spring, we give him this poetical tribute :



(For the Mirror.)
LONE bird, I hear thy melancholy voice,
Amid the woods and thickets wandering;

THERE have been fools in all ages of the For it delighteth thee when coming Spring world, and no one can predict when the Puts forth the green leaf, and the flowers rejoice race will terminate. Some derive the To herald forth the beauties of the year. word buffoon from buffo,a name I know not why thy monotones appear

given to those who appeared on the Wild and unearthly; and the hollow sound,

Roman theatre, with their cheeks blown As it goes floating on the air around,

up; that, receiving blows thereon, they Seems born and destined for another sphere;

might make the greater noise and set the But so it is ; and though to some thou’rt drear,

people “ a-langhing.” Others make the To me there is a measure in the tone Of thy simplicity, which strikes my ear

origin of buffoonery more ancient, tracing With solitary sweetness, never known

its origin from a feast instituted in To them who wander not 'mid forests wild- Attica, called Buphonia. Among the alone!

Romans, buffoons were in high repute at the tables of great men.

Gallienus never The process of vegetation is new ge

sat down to meat without a second table neral and rapid ; and the blossoms of the

of buffoons by him, alias Jack-puddings. apple and pear present to the eye a most

Sir Thomas More, who was one of the agrecable spectacle.

greatest prodigies of wit and learning THE BLOSSOM.

that England ever produced before his

time, had his fool or jester, whose name LITTLE thinkest thou, poor flower,

was Henry Patenson; he gave this fool Whom I have watched six or seven days, to “ My Lord Mayor," and his succes. And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, * Knight's Quarterly Magazine, vol. i. p. 48.

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