which they look upon as a barba- a bishop suffragan of Rome, and rous custom: but they wear mourn-has a cathedral that deserves a ing more regularly and longer traveller's view. Here they prethan in many other countries. tend to shew you a pillar of SoloA woman in a mourning-dress appears in black from head to foot, not the least bit of linen being to be seen.

mon's Temple, and a rock which was cleft in two by an earthquake at our Saviour's crucifixion. It is also noted for the Mausoleum The Italians possess a great of Minutius Plancus, now called choice of provisions, which are for the tower of Ornando; and for the most part very fine, but they the monument of the duke of eat kites, buzzards, jays, magpies, Bourbon, constable of France, and many other kinds which we who was killed at the siege of never touch in England. Rome, in the year 1527. Having satisfied our curiosity Within sixteen miles of Naples, at Rome, we set out for Naples. on the river Volturno, and in a Till we came to Terracina, which delightful plain, stands the city of is almost fifty miles, there is scarce Capua, an archbishop's see, but a town of note, except Velitri, in a declining condition. About which is the see of a bishop, (who two miles from it lie the ruins of is also bishop of Ostia) and pret- the ancient Capua, where the faty full of inhabitants. Augustus mous Hannibal wasted his time was nursed in a house near this and debauched his army, while place; into which the Romans the Romans recovered from the made it unlawful to enter, out of consternation into which they a veneration for his memory. had been thrown by their de Terracina, the anxur of the anci- feat at Cannæ, and not long afterents, stands on a hill a little dis- wards obliged him to abandon tance from the sea, near the Fron- Italy. tiers of the kingdom of Naples. It is but a small town, and thinly inhabited, on account of its unwholesome air, occasioned by the neighbouring marshes; but is still the see of a bishop.

It is certainly very pleasant, in travelling from Rome to Naples to observe the several places that have been described by the classic authors, (especially the poets), and have been the scenes of so The next place of any account many memorable actions: but peron the road is Gaieta, situated on haps the most noble remnant of a rock near a bay of the sea, to antiquity to be seen in the whole which it communicates its name. journey is a part of the Via Appia, The harbour is defended by two over which we travelled for about castles, and is reckoned the best thirty miles. This highway, which in the kingdom. It is the see of received its name from Appius Claudius Cæcus, who began it lent domestic economy, which during his consulate, extended by imagination can conceive, may be the way of Capua quite from Rome depended on, as the writer, whose to Brindisi, upwards of 300 miles; veracity there is no reason to from whence also several other doubt, avers every circumstance ways were branched out to the therein to be literally true.

cities in the south-west parts of

Italy. It is twelve feet broad, consisting chiefly of blue stones,

DEAR DICK,

You ask me what

of a cubical form, each side mea- I have seen in my ramble, worth suring a foot and a half. The relating. You are no antiquarian; strength of this causeway is evi- I will not therefore trouble you dent from its long duration, for it with ruined abbeys, Gothic cashas now lasted above two thousand tles, Roman and Danish camps, years, and is for several miles toor Druidical circles, but confine gether as entire as when it was my narrative to a human curiosity. first made. It is very probable This is a Mr. Osbaldeston, an atthat this pavement was originally torney's clerk, and, in spite of the above the level of the ground, and popular prejudices against his prothat a long course of years has fession, said to be an honest man. brought it to an equality with the This you will allow to be a cusurface, as we find it at present: riosity, but that is not all. This for had it been upon a level first honest limb of the law is married, of all, the weight of the stones and has at least half a dozen would in time have sunk them children, all of whom, with as many lower, and the ground on each couple of hounds, and a brace of side would have been considerably hunters, he maintains out of,-how higher than the pavement. Mules much do you think? Guess a are the beasts of burthen that little, I pray you. Why then to can hold out longest in this road, support himself, a wife, and six which is very inconvenient for children, twelve dogs, and two wheel carriages, being in many horses, he has not a penny more places rugged and uneven. than sixty pounds per annum ! And, if possible to increase the miracle, he did this in London for many years, paying every one his own, and keeping a tight coat for sundays and holydays. But I will try to explain this seeming paradox. After the expiration

To be continued

To the Editor of the Oxford Entertaining Miscellany.

SIR,

The following letter, contain- of the time which Mr. Osbaldesing an instance of the most excel- ton owed his master, he acted as

an accountant for the butchers in having snatched a piece of liver from Miss Dorethea, was obliged on the spot to restore it to the young lady. On inquiry I found that Mr. O. was the younger son

Clare market, who paid him in offal; the choicest morsels of this he selected for himself and family, and with the rest he fed his hounds, which he kept in his gar- of a gentleman of good family, ret. His horses were lodged in but small fortune, in the north of his cellar, and fed on grains from England, and that having imprua neighbouring brewhouse, and dently married one of his father's on damaged corn, with which he servants, he was turned out of was supplied by a corn chandler, doors, with no other fortune than whose books he kept in order. a southern hound big with pup, Once or twice a week he hunted, whose offspring has since been a and by giving a hare now and source of profit and amusement then, to the farmers, over whose to him. grounds he sported, secured their good will and permission. Besides which, several gentlemen, struck with his extraordinary economy, winked at his going over their manors with his moderate pack. Accident has since removed this uncommon man to Lewes, in Sussex, where, on the same stipend, he continues to maintain the same family. Curiosity led me to visit this extra

Believe me,

My dear Dick,
Ever Yours sincerely,
C. W.

[We have inserted this according to our Correspondent's wish, but the probability of it we leave to our read

ers.

EDITORS.]

Varieties.

ordinary party, about their dinner The Funeral Ceremonies of the An

time. The two-legged part of it

were clean, though not superflu

ously clothed, and seemed to live

cient Mexicans.

(Extracted from the Historical Works of Aeosta.) The priests and their attendants like brothers with the surround- are the parties who perform the ing animals-it looked in short funeral ceremonies of the Mexisomewhat like the golden age. cans. Some people among them Mr. O. himself seemed and acted are interred in their own gardens, as the father of the quadrupeds, as or in the courts of their own well as the bipeds, and as such, houses; others are taken to the decided with the utmost impar- places of sacrifice on the mountiality; for master Jacky having tains, and others are burnt and taken a bone from Jowler, he their ashes conveyed to the tencommanded instant restitution. ples, where they are preserved. And on the other hand, Dody, It is the custom with respect to

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those whose bodies are burnt after thought to be in a deep decline, they are dead, to collect the ashes when a friend advised him to and put them into an urn, in which swallow an egg every morning, are placed the jewels and precious which restored him to health, and stones belonging to the deceased. shortly after he got married. Dr.! Funeral songs are chaunted, and D- soon after, upon meeting him, the bodies, before they are de- complimented him upon it. "I

stroyed by fire, have a number of ceremonies performed around them. In the places where these things are executed, much feasting takes place, while the body lies in state, and if the deceased be a rich man, mourning habits are given to every one who attends the funeral.

was egg'd into it," said the gentleman. "Then I hope," replied the Doctor, "that the yolk will sit easy upon you."

An ignorant candidate for medical honours, having thrown himWhen any one of condition dies, self into a fever, from his incapathe body is put into a room, until bility of answering questions, was all the friends of the deceased are asked by one of the censors, how assembled, and then presents are he would sweat a patient for the offered to it as though it were liv- rheumatism? he answered, “I ing. Should the deceased hap- swear I would send him here to pen to be a King, or a man at the be examined."

Lord S-b, not very eminent

are put to death, according to the rank of the party, in order that the deceased may be properly at- for his reverence of the clerical tended in the other world. The habit, being once in company priest or chaplain is also sacrificed where there were a number of cler(for it is the practice for every gymen, offered, in a whisper, to great man to have a priest resi- lay a considerable wager with the ding in his house, to administer gentleman who sat next him, that to him religious consolation), in order that the dsceased may not be neglected in the other world. His cooks and many of his servants are likewise killed, and even the youngest brothers of the defunct are not spared.

among the ten parsons there was not one prayer book. The wager was accepted and a mock dispute gave him occasion to ask for a prayer book to decide it. They had not one. He soon offered to lay another wager with the same gentleman, that among the ten parsons there was half a score

Cure for Consumption.--A cork-screws. This was also acyoung gentleman of Oxford was/cepted, and the butler being pre

viously instructed, coming into Oh! why did I break from the womb the room with a bottle of claret, And why did heav'n send me to life Was it but for to sink in the tomb, and a broken cork-screw, requested any gentleman to lend him one. Every priest who was present had a cork-screw in his pocket.

Newspapers. One of the earliest country Newspapers was printed by a man named Moggridge, who used to insert the intelligence from Yorkshire, under the head "Foreign News."

Poetry.

....

TO MISS M
Farewell to the home of my sires,
Farewell to thee, girl of my heart,
Farewell to the land which inspires
All virtue, all goodness, and art.

For life I'm unfit, as the slave
Who bows to a despots command;
For me there remains but the grave,

And share in this troublesome strife? Did I know you would feel for my grief,

That you'd shed o'er my sorrows
tear,

Oh! fairest, 'twould be a relief;
I could sink full of joy to the bier.
For thou wert not cruel-alas!

T'was fortune that frown'd at my
birth--

But enough-for my life will soon pass;

And I be at rest in the earth.

If a thought of me enter thy breast,
Mid life's madd'ning pleasures and
joys-

Oh! think that I then am at rest
In a world where no sorrow annoys.
When my breath is fast dying away,
When my heart is corroded with care,
The winds, as lone I decay,

My blessings to Marg'ret shall bear.

TO MISS ELIZA P.

There's a pleasure arises when zephyrsi are blowing,

Which I'll find in a far distant land; When murmuring streams through the

Where no mortal shall hear my sighs; Where the wild beast still roams for prey;

Where the vulture shall list to my
eries,

And wait for my body's decay.
In a land where no mortal appears,
Where no vestige of man can be
found;

meadows are flowing,

When birds in the grove, in rich foliage array'd,

Are warbling their wild notes beneath its cool shade.

There's a pleasure far sweeter in beauty's fond smile,

Which our thoughts of all sorrows will oft times beguile;

Where nothing the heart-broken cheers
But the howling of tempests around!
The waves of the storm-beaten ocean;
The winds 'mid the mountains which But O! these are fleeting as youth's

And we think it is bliss never fading we feel,

When the eyes tell the secret the

tongue would conceal.

dwell,

I'll still, in their wildest commotion,
When the name of my fairest I tell.

And delusive as hope, when most brightly she beams;

golden dreams,