Contrasting with the pleasures or frivol. | a charm in his genius. His house was in ities of Bath a century ago the fashionable the Grove, and he would take Cumber. evangelicalism must not be forgotten. land's arm, to be conducted to the Pan: The Countess of Huntingdon had founded tiles, and endeavor to recollect the situa. there the first chapel of her “connexion,”tion of the steps, etc. “He enjoyed a a structure of Gothic design, with three vivid recollection of the pictures of men eagles at the upper end for pulpit and and books which he had seen.” reading-desks. Herein the lively, though Cumberland relates that he held a conearnest, advocate and chancellor Erskine, versation with Primate Robinson respectbetween the periods of his naval and milining the number of seceders who, in times tary service, in 1768, became associated of past laxity, had fallen off from the with a very serious display of the liveries established mode of worship, and gone of woe.

His father, the Earl of Buchan, astray after strange and whimsical teachhad been a regular attendant at the The primate remarked: “If you chapel. of his obsequies Whitefield wish to get these people back again, you says: “ All has been awful, and more than must sing them in. They won't come to awful. On Saturday the corpse was your preaching; but they have itching taken from Buchan House, a word of ex. ears, and will listen to a hymn or an anhortation was given, and a hymn sung in them; and you have an organ." the room where it lay; the young earl, “Our rural choir," Cumberland conwith his hand on the head of the coffin, tinues, "soon became conspicuous for the countess dowager on his right, Lady its merits. Mr. Benson's admonitions, Anne and Lady Isabel on his left, and backed up by our melodies, thinned the their brother Thomas next to their moth ranks of the seceders; and a certain feer with a few friends. On Sunday morn. male apostle was deserted by her closest ing all attended in mourning at the early congregation, and thenceforth devoted sacrament. They were seated by them- herself to a favorite monkey, who profited selves at the foot of the corpse, and, with more by her caresses." their servants, received first, and a partic- Cumberland says that Tunbridge Wells ular address made to them." At the had a certain number of residents funeral service, preached by Whitefield, at throughout the year in his days; and that eleven o'clock on the same day,

the morning papers reached them by dinThe coffin being deposited on a space

ner-time, and the evening papers by

railed in for the purpose, the bereaved relations sat

breakfast next morning. He seems to in order within, and their domestics outside, have derived much gratification from the the rail. Three hundred tickets of admission, society of Lord Sackville, whose house of signed by the present earl, were given to the Stonelands, also known as Buckhurst nobility and gentry. Ever since there hath Park, is at about five miles' distance from been public service and preaching twice a day. the Wells. He relates that Lord SackThis is to be continued till Friday next then ville took his last leave of Lord Mansfield all is to be removed to Bristol, in order to be at Stonelands in 1785. The latter, who shipped to Scotland.

was then about eighty years of age, was Tunbridge Wells appears to have re- much disturbed and affected by the joiced in an exemplary clergyman, the death-like character of the countenance Rev. Martin Benson, according to Cum- of his friend. Cumberland observes that berland's “ Autobiography." This “ Sir his manner had more of horror in it than Fretful Plagiary” settled at Tunbridge a firm man ought to have shown. Wells after he had been, as he conceives, Five years previously Lord Mansfield extremely ungratefully treated by the had appeared to great advantage in his ministry under Lord North; as they refusal to accept recompense for the loss would not reimburse him for expenses of his valuable library, etc., the Gordon connected with his mission to Spain dur. riots. ing the period of the American war.


He wrote, in answer to an official re. consequently retired to Tunbridge Wells quest for a statement: “Besides what is and continued to write voluminously — irreparable, my pecuniary loss is great. plays, a poem after Milton, and a novel But how great soever that loss may be, called “ Henry," etc. But he says that he I think it does not become me to claim can forgive the ministry for the sake of or expect reparation from the State. I Lord North ; when he calls to mind “the have made up my mind to bear my mis. hours he passed with that nobleman in the fortune as I ought; with this consolation darkness of his latter days.” There was that it came from those whose object

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manifestly was general coufusion and de- | Though at home she might eat a good dinner struction at home, in addition to a dan- in comfort, gerous and complicated war abroad.” Nor pay such a cursed extravagant sum for 't ; Altbough the hours of the public rooms

But then her acquaintance would never have at Bath were so uncompromisingly regu. Mrs. Shenkin Ap-Leek had acquired the bon

known lar, it by no means follows that there

ton. no later private dissipations. A Windsor correspondent of the W'estiin. In dirty weather the ladies clattered ster Review for August, 1781, writes that, about on pattens. A sedan-chair appears on the prince's birthday,

in a picture of the bath in about 1728; in which

year the princess Amelia journeyed There was a grand ball at the Castle, which all the way from London in a sedan-chair. did not break up till five the next morning, At this date the bath and the statue of and was remarkably brilliant and crowded.

The entertainment was upon the same plan Prince Bladud were quite open to the as those given by his Majesty at the Queen's street. In a picture of the North Parade palace; with this difference, that the three of about 1780 a gouty gentleman is reptables were in one room, viz. St. George's Hall.resented in the “bath-chair" upon wheels. Their Majesties, Prince Edward, Princess A“patent” was obtained for the theaRoyal, Princess Augusta, and Princess Eliza. tre in 1768. The Rev. E. Palmer writes beth ; Duchess of Argyll, Ladies Effingham, that Bath boasts of having given to the Egremont, and Weymouth supped at a small world, amongst a constellation of lesser table facing the company, under a canopy, The Prince of Wales danced with Lady Au: stars old. Edwin, King, Henderson, Di. gusta Campbell, etc., etc. ... Their Maj- mond, Abingdon, and Siddons. Amongst esties, etc., supped at twelve o'clock, and re

the pieces performed in 1782-83, “The tired at five.

Fashionable Lover,” “ The Mysterious The general habits of the period sug. nently suggest the comedy and opera of

Husband,” and “ Love in a Village” emi. gest agreeable suppers after the assem. the period. blies at Bath and Tunbridge Wells, with perhaps china bowls of punch or silver jugs of bishop to render the evening festive. Cards in private as well as public are indicated when Mr. Simkin writes :

LORD BUTE'S BEAVERS. A sum, my dear mother, far heavier yet Captain Cormorant won, when I played lans- A CORRESPONDENT writes : “ About a quenet:

month ago, staying in Rothesay, I went to Two hundred I paid him, and five am in debt. visit what is there known as the beaver Late hours are suggested in the description of what I then saw; and after will

wood, and venture to send you a description of the ladies.

describe a visit of two days ago, when all For indeed they look very much like appari- was changed. In Bute the beaver wood tions

is almost the most interesting show of the When they come in the morning to hear the island. Driving past the woods of Mount musicians,

Stewart, and seeing the magnificent manAnd some I am apt to mistake at first sight

sion Lord Bute is now erecting, we come For the mothers of those I have seen over night.

to a strip of fir plantation about one hun. - I'm griev'd to the heart when I go to the dred and fifty yards wide, and are in.

formed it is the beaver wood. An old, pump The idea appears to exist that it is only teers to show us all he can.

intelligent man, who has charge, volun

His heart of late years that ladies have dined in seems allied to his charges, and really public rooms, and that tables d'hôte are a fond he is of describing what he has seen. recent institution in England so far as the A scramble over a wall, a walk of a quarter admission thereto of ladies is concerned; of a mile through a covert, and we come but the “ New Bath Guide” shows that to the beaver inclosure. The inclosure this is a delusion. Mr. Simkin writes:

is simply made by a wall about three feet For persons of taste and true spirit, I find,

high, and wire paling another three feet.

The belt of trees before mentioned runs Are fond of attracting the eyes of mankind. – 'Tis this that provokes Mrs. Shenkin Ap. through the whole, with a small burn enLeek

tering at one end and running out at the To dine at the ord’nary twice in a week, other. This inclosed space gave the first

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beavers the necessary running water, embankment, regardless of stone and growing trees, and also captivity. The masonry. Of course, being in the dayinclosure was made, and two pairs of time, we could not see the beavers them. beavers brought from Canada about eight selves. The keeper told us that, about years ago. Now commenced the most twelve months ago, he counted twenty-tivo interesting engineering exploits (I speak at once, but could not say what there were as an engineer) ever executed by an ani. at present. He was then much surprised mal in the British Isles. The four beav- to learn some had to be caught to send to ers found that the most advantageous the Fisheries Exhibition, and hoped it position to build their first dam was at the could be managed. Two days ago I went outlet of their confined space; but their to see how the capture had been con. house must be started. A small dam was ducted, and if successful. This has made constructed in an advantageous position, me write these few lines. Two beavers and the house was commenced ; also the sent the exhibition destruction dam No. I was proceeded with. A de- everywhere! I walked down the covert scription of the house I will give pres. with the keeper; how pleasant! A roe ently. In constructing the dams, the darted from us, a brace of grouse off the greatest ingenuity must have been exer- moor near at hand, and then to the beaver cised, and I have only time to describe inclosure; but what a wreck! Every dam some of the most salient points governing broken through, their burrows dug out, the construction. The trees bordering their house a mass of ruins. I asked, the burn were invariably felled to be of Where are the beavers?' • Dead !' said advantage in forming props to sustain a the keeper ; 'over a hundred people were dam. In one case of a tree felled the here watching, and trampling, and assistbranches themselves would almost form a ing, and frightening.'. It was pitiful to dam, in another a prop, in another a tree see the house pulled down and scattered felled half-way up would form the main about; the burrows, with their new clean support, and so on; but every tree felled tree shavings, constructed by themselves, showing the greatest ability for construc: all to be dug up and knocked about for tion and security against floods and the sake of a capture. Had Lord Bute storms. Sticks and mud combined, ap- known the difficulty, I am sure he is too peared to construct a sound and suffi- much of a naturalist, and of too kindly a ciently watertight embankment. In the disposition, to have allowed this to be inclosure and up the burn, five embank. done. But the beavers are exterminated, ments of this character were constructed, their splendid work is demolished, and and always kept in good and sound re-one of the most interesting zoological pair; apparently to secure facility for sights in the British Isles is a thing of the feeding and security from danger. From past. This is worth reflecting on when each dam a few entrances were made to one sees those two poor beavers in the burrows running perhaps fifteen or twenty Fisheries Exhibition. In justice to the yards from the water underground; but keeper, I should say he could do nothing, all entrances were under water; and, as he is comparatively a cripple, and bis wherever beavers were at work, a flap of superiors were present. In the process a tail on the surface of the water would of demolition, the construction of the send all to imagined security. Their house'interested the keeper very much. house was constructed more like a Caffir It was found to be divided into two comhut than anything else. It was in the partments, and the two entrances met big dam, and stood about five feet out of half-way round the house, then an inclined the water, being carefully covered with passage took them into the centre of the mud, and having a ventilating shaft in house. The construction of the floor, the centre, constructed of sticks placed roof, rasters, etc., was of a primitive but crosswise. Two entrances into this huge substantial character, all showing the beehive, opposite each other, and under constructive ability of the beaver." We water, gave access to the beavers, and it are at a loss to understand bow or why was supposed that either gave access to the capture of two beavers should necesthe centre of the house. But nothing of sitate the death of twenty others, and this was known. We walked by a portion trust that there may be some mistake in of the big dam which the beavers had to the report. No doubt the survivors have form against a masonry wall; but not be had a great scare, and are probably hid. lieving in the skilled labor of the Scotch ing. Let us hope they will live to recon.. artisan, they dug below to the solid struct their house. ground, and put their stick and mud

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Longman's Magazine,

ALISTS. By Vernon Lee,

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DOR. By Lady Lytton Bulwer,

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As a bird's quick song runs round, and the

hearts in us hear Oh, the sweet dried lavender! Oh, the more than scent in it!

Pause answer to pause, and again the same The butterflies and bees astir,

strain caught, The pipe of linnets pent in it!

So moves the device whence, round as a pearl Brick and smoke and mire have fled,

or tear, Time and space between drop dead;

A roundel is wrought. Oh, the sweet dried lavender !

Athenæum. I can hear the pigeons whirr, I can count the quarters chiming, I can watch the ivy climbing, Close it clings from eave to basement,

Clasps and shadows all the casement. Within, against the raftered wall,

ON A PAINTING BY ROSSETTI OF SNOWThe oaken press stands black and tall;

DROPS IN AN OUTLINED HAND. I see its folded linen store Glean athwart its open door,

Pale children of a wintry spring,

Held in that shadowy, tapering hand, I smell the lavender fresh-dried

What corner of our English land, Strewing all the shelves inside.

What garden saw your blossoming ?
Unmade is yet your shroud, mother,

Nor yet you are in heaven;
You count the sheets aloud, mother,

Flowers fated but to bloom and die !
And smooth and lay them even.

Who changed for you the flowers' fate, Your jingling keys, with music low,

And raised you from your low estate
Measure your steppings to and fro;

To changeless immortality?
And, sorting, piling, still you croon
Some soft, half-uttered cradle tune.
Oh, the sweet dried lavender !

Mysterious, on the canvas red,
I hear the wise old tabby purr

The outline of a hand is seen, Curled on the window-sill asleep,

Clasping those tender shafts of green, Where winter's sunlights start and creep. Whence hangs each snowy drooping head. I hear, without, familiar babel Of turkeys and of geese,

All day, perchance, the painter wrought I, perched upon the kitchen table,

To fix your freshness in this place, In a smock above my knees;

His fancy by the careless grace
My head is all a golden mop;

Of flowers and slender fingers caught.
Upon my cheek the round tears drop;
The frosty morning weather nips
My nose and toes and finger-tips.

Then may your green-sheathed bells be found
Mother, so quick you leave your sheets ! Growing above his quiet grave,
The shelf of sugars and of sweets

Where distant murmurs of the wave So well you rifle for my meal,

Alone break on the rest around ! Almond and fig and candied peel!


I. O. L You chafe my little palms, mother,

You kiss away their cold,
You take me in your arms, mother,

And I am five years old.
The Month.




Drowned at Oxon, summer term 1882.

As at some revel, when the cups are crowned,

And inirth and merriment are at their height, A ROUNDEL is wrought as a ring or a star-One feaster passes forth into the night bright sphere,

Alone, on some far distant journey bound With craft of delight and with cunning of Passes out silent without sign or sound, sound unsought,

Fearful lest word of leave-taking should blight That the heart of the hearer may smile if to The feasting, and with darkness mar the light; pleasure his ear

So, without word you passed, when all around A roundel is wrought.

Was sweet, and life was brightest and most gay;

When earth was fairest, and the sky most blue Its jewel of music is carven of all or of aught- And like a sheet of silver. Isis shone, Love, laughter, or mourning remembrance of And we, bent on the pleasures of the day, rapture or fear

Heeded you not, my brother, nor e'en knew That fancy may fashion to hang on the ear of That you were going, till we know you gone. thought.

Chambers' Journal.

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