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scarcely ever tasted ale or spirits, his chief beverage being water, or milk and water mixed: this absteriousness arose partly from a dislike to strong liquors, but more from a saving disposition. With these views his habits of industry and disregard of personal fatigue were extraordinary; having often been up for two or three nights in a week, particularly when bringing home coals or lime. In his younger days he was rather robust, excellent in bodily strength, and was considered a master in the art of wrestling-an exercise to which he was particularly attached. He was of a low stature, being not above five feet five inches in height, with a large chest, well proportioned limbs, and weighing about twelve stone. His vigour never forsook him till far advanced in life, for in his 108th year he walked to and from Carlisle (16 miles) without the help of a staff, to see the workmen lay the foundation of Eden-bridge. In the same year he actually reaped corn, made hay, worked at hedging, and assisted in all the labours of the field, with apparently as much energy as the stoutest of his sons. As might be expected, his education was very limited; but he possessed a considerable share of natural sense, with much self-denial, and passed a life of great regularity and prudence, without troubling himself by much thought or reflection. His memory was very tenacious.-Time's Telescope, vol. xi. p. 162.

JOHN GOGLAR.

THIS extraordinary individual was a grocer and draper of Whaplade Drove, Lincolnshire. He died on the 21st of January, 1827. John Goglar had long been celebrated for an eccentricity of character, which continued to predominate to the last moments of his existence. More than twenty years back he named a stone, called Old Kate's Stone, as the one he wished to have placed over his grave; his coffin he purchased about three months before his death. Some of his bequests are in unison with the eccentricities of his life; for, after bequeathing an unusual annual sum to the Peterborough Dispensary and to the school of Whaplade Drove, he gives the further sum of thirty shillings to be spent in plum-cakes, to be marked "J. G. W.D.", and twenty shillings for ale, to be given to the poor of Whaplade Drove on Christmas Eve for ever. Upwards of 400 persons, after following him to the grave, assembled at the schoolroom, where about 800 cakes and a hogshead of ale were by his desire

Dealt out in that old-fashioned measure, Which once his cheerful heart called pleasure. Gentleman's Magazine.

SPIRIT OF THE

Public Journals.

EVENING.

Icons, I come, when the sunbeams fall.
Neath the blue sea-wave, to their crystal ball;
When the distant shadows are dark and dim,
And I hear the breath of the twilight-byma;
And the dove's low wail, and the vesper-star,
Call me away from my home afar.

I

come when the mists of the closing day

Have veiled the earth and the ocean-spray,

When each bird and bee are gone to rest,
And the day-light fades in the glowing west,
And the flowers have folded their leaves of
bloom,

From the darkling Night, and its hours of gloom.

I come o'er the earth—but mine hour is brief—
I shed the young dew on each fragrant leaf—
Ilull the dark winds to a dreary rest,
And the waves flow smooth on the ocean's breast,

And the woods they whisper a tranquil sigh,
While echo repeats their melody.

All these are mine, and ah! more than these,
But I must afar o'er the twilight seas;
For the Night is come, with her starry train-
The young moon is shedding her light again,
And a voice is singing from yonder dell-
It calls me away-farewell! farewell!

Literary Magnet.

Native Reminiscences.

BY A YOUNG AMERICAN. HANS HOSMAN. A FEW years since, in the neighbourhood of Franklin, in Mississippi, I remember to have met with a venerable Dutchman of the old school of that methodical and straight forward nation. Hans, as he was familiarly called by every whiteheaded urchin of the neighbourhood, was a genius of no ordinary character, particularly for a Dutchman, and a man of most amiable morals. The milk of human kindness was contained in his composition in no small proportion, and very few circumstances could call forth other feelings in his heart than those of the most extensive philanthropy. Hans was beside a poet, and though he could not write, and barely possessed sufficient literature to enable him to read, he found a resource in a retentive memory, which empowered him to preserve for the delight and edification of his friends the various effusions of his muse. He often complained of the roughness of the English languge, which, he said, was ill adapted to high poetical composition, and which narrowed the sphere of his usefulness, and controlled, in a great degree, his efforts to civilize and cultivate the natives

of Mississippi. He was, however, nothing daunted by this difficulty, but made astonishing exertions to overcome it, confessing that his want of complete success, might possibly be attributed to his slight acquaintance with the grammatical construction of this, or indeed any other language. Hans, like many poets of the past and the present day, namely, Anacreon, Horace, Mat Prior, and Tom Moore, was fond of his bottle; but a characteristic which distinguished him perhaps from all the poets that ever existed, was his fervent addiction to his pipe. He was wont to say, that if anything could overcome the rigidness of the English tongue, it was the comfortable inspiration of the "Indian weed," though I must remark, that it was not by this name he designated that delightful stimulant, as, on the contrary, he ever stoutly maintained, that the appropriation of the nativity of this plant by the Americans to their own soil, was a striking instance of that overweening vanity which was their characteristic foible, and which all honest Dutchmen were bound to oppose to their last whiff. Thus he deemed it an act of public principle to assert the right of Holland to the glory of having given it birth, and uniformly instanced it as one of the many benefits which Europe, and especially "Fader Land," had conferred on the Western world. Owing to this strong propensity, it is not surprising that Hans considered smoking as one of the necessary instruments of poetry and philosophy, and that he estimated King James, who wrote a treatise in abuse of it, as one of the most detestable characters of the past.

Hans, as may be imagined, was a man of some observation; smoking rendered him ruminative, and for a person who wrote verses he had a very practical understanding. He had many sayings and apothegms, that became current in the neighbourhood from his well-known honest industrious character; sociable in his disposition, simple and sober in his wishes, and domestic in his employments, his days lapsed away tranquil and uniform; and professing the philosophy of Agar, he was happy-for he was contented. The only two circumstances which, in the course of a long life, served to interrupt very materially the even placidity of his mind, were the burial of his wife, and the preaking of a favourite pipe. The former tended to exhilarate his spirits to some degree perhaps, as she was a woman of vulgar prejudices, who contemned poetry and loved to talk loud; the latter to depress them, as the pipe had been a kind of heir loom in the family, having been

brought over from Holland by his ancestors, one of the first settlers who landed at New York, from the good ship Goede Vrow. The fragments of this pipe, how ever, he kept in a small box, and it was remarked that he always became extremely dejected in spirit, whenever he opened it and looked at them, as they put him in mind of the beautiful land of his forefathers, with its canals and Treick schuts, pipes, and broad-brimmed hats, which he was doomed never to look upon.

Being a poet, it may be supposed that Hans had read and possessed himself of some work in his own or the English language, which in the first instance had determined his ideas, and regulated his style; but I apprehend that his capability for composition arose purely from what is termed genius, as his entire library consisted but of three books, all of which were of a very practical, or at least antipoetical characters. They were, namely, "A Guide through New York," a Dutch Bible, and an Almanack, dated in the year 1797-the year, I must remark, that he quitted Pennsylvania, where he was born, to sojourn in the Missisippi, an event which he contended evinced little less hardihood of character, than of yore distinguished his ancestors in their pilgrimage to the banks of Hudson. His "Guide through New York," he used to lend to travellers; his bible, with exemplary regularity he perused morning and evening; but it was his almanack that he deemed one of his most especial treasures, and as the holy book ministered to the comfort of his soul, he resorted to this very frequently to obtain information in many matters relating to his body. He regularly looked into it to learn the day of the month, the changes of the moon, the rising and setting of the sun, &c.; but it was more especially his oracle on the subject of the weather, when it was his constant practice to consult it, before undertaking any affair of great importance, such as paying a visit to a neighbour's, planting or cutting his tobacco, changing his clothes, and other transac tions of equal weight in his uniform life. It is true the aforesaid planets oftentimes most capriciously flew into the face of his oracle, manifestly setting at defiance its prognostications, but this never once staggered his faith in its complete authenticity. He used to say that their strange conduct must be attributed to the new-fangled notions existing in the world of latter days, particularly the sovereign contempt for three pair of breeches, which his neighbours did not affect to conceal, and their dispensation with pipes, by which he singularly enough established a system of

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And the waves flow smooth on the ocean's breast,
And the woods they whisper a tranquil sigh,
While echo repeats their melody.

All these are mine, and ah! more than these,
But I must afar o'er the twilight seas;
For the Night is come, with her starry train-
The young moon is shedding her light again,
And a voice is singing from yonder dell-
It calls me away-farewell! farewell!

Literary Magnet.

Native Reminiscences.

BY A YOUNG AMERICAN. HANS HOSMAN. A FEW years since, in the neighbourhood of Franklin, in Mississippi, I remember to have met with a venerable Dutchman of the old school of that methodical and straight forward nation. Hans, as he was familiarly called by every whiteheaded urchin of the neighbourhood, was a genius of no ordinary character, particularly for a Dutchman, and a man of

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did not affect to conceal and their

planetary sympathy, that reverse the ancient doctrine of judicial astrology.

With regard to the weather, too, he was frequently at a loss to account for the burning sun under which he suffered, when he was told by the almanack to look out for a severe storm of snow, and cold frosty weather, about these days." If any thing called him from home, when such fearful words as these had been anxiously spelled out by him opposite the day of the month fixed for his journey. he was sure to add to his habiliments all the breeches, coats, and great coats, which his ample wardrobe contained; and while labouring under their weight he has been heard to exclaim, "Shnows un vrosts vas mity tifferent dings in hims gundree." He would persevere however in wearing the additional garments, and always congratulated himself on his arrival at his comfortable mansion, that he had suffered much less with cold than he could have expected.

It seems to me but as yesterday, when I paid a visit to honest Hans, and had an opportunity of conversing with this natural poet and philosopher in humble life. It was at the close of summer, when I was returning with my father from the mouth of the Mississippi, where he had been upon business to the interior of the States." Our way lay through Franklin, where I met with an old friend and schoolfellow who resided in the neighbourhood. At his request we stopped at his father's residence some days, and during an evening ramble, he took me to the cottage of the Dutch poet. It lay, I remember, at the foot of a declivity embosomed in wood, apparently rather low and dingy, but upon near approach, it seemed compact and comfortable. The sides of the hill, which were the ground attached to it, were well cultivated, and as a division of the fields, a narrow foot-path wound over its summit and ran down to the cottage door. The well, too, that stood beside it, is familiar to my remembrance. The old square frame, rudely, yet firmly put together, and the immense beam, which seemed to be a tolerably sized pine-tree deprived of its root and branches, that see-sawed over the branch of an old oak, with the bucket suspended by a cord to its one end, and a huge stone lashed on to the other. This was the simple mechanism resorted to by Hans in lieu of a windlass, as drawing water from a well of any depth with the hands is not a safe experiment. There was, beside, a tin chanticleer devised by the worthy poet, which pirouetted on the top of his chimney with the four winds of heaven all day long. This first caught

my eye I remember as we gained the brow of the hill, for the sun's lingering ray striking it, it sparkled among the trees like a ball of fire.

Luckily we found Hans at home, and seated at his door in a large arm chair as usual with his pipe, one hand held that, and the other lay over his right ancle, which it detained upon his other knee. His coat was off, the weather being extremely hot, and his shirt collar open. He was of a sufficient compass of person, what most people would call very fat, and what Lord Byron considered very unpoetical; filling out the ample dimensions of his arm-chair with apparently great comfort. In years I was informed he bordered upon sixty, yet in spirits, he comparatively appeared nearly as juvenile as twenty, and in constitution of body not much above forty. He had a bald head skirted with a little white curly hair, which shone like the summit of Mount Blanc in a May morning; a pair of cheeks remarkable for their ruddiness and convexity; little humorous grey eyes that could hardly peep over their prominences; an insignificant nose, neither Roman nor Grecian, but low Dutch; and a mouth not too large perhaps, but somewhat of a semi-circular shape. The definition of his countenance was completed, if my recollection serve me right, by a little round chin, and an immense supplement. Thus he set smoking contentedly at his door, and gazing at the little light clouds sailing like fairy barks in the ærial sea of the broad blue heavens. He rose as we approached him, and received my friend, whom he had known many years, with great cordiality; laid by his pipe and his contemplations, and made us both welcome.

The years that have elapsed since my visit to the Mississippi, when this circumstance occurred, have effaced the recollection of the conversation which passed between us on this occasion, which otherwise I imagine would not have proved uninteresting to my reader; but I have still something to acquaint him with, as the fruits of this interview.

Hans' most laboured and most clever composition, as a poem, was in praise of the benefits and pleasures of his favourite propensity already mentioned, which luckily for mankind has been immortalized, having been committed to paper by an ingenious schoolmaster of the neigh bourhood, who had learned to write. With the perusal of this poem I was favoured, and by my friend's interest obtained permission to take a copy of it. It ran as follows, which is verbatim et li teratim from the aforesaid manuscript.

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