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THE grand and venerable Bar-gate of phraseology prevails to this day: Mickles Southampton is universally admired. To gate leads to Mickle-gate Bar, Walmthe entrance of the town it gives a most gate to Walm-gate bar, and so of the rest. imposing appearance, which is increased To return to the Bar: its north front is by the great width of the street, the ele- of rather uncommon form, being a sort of gance of All Saints' church, and the semi-octagon, flanked with two lower numerous bow-windows of the houses, semi-circular turrets, and crowned with some of which are ancient, and others large and handsome open machicollations. modern; affording, altogether, a coup The arch of entrance is highly pointed, d'æil not to be exceeded by that of any and adorned with a profusion of mould town in England.

ings, which now end abruptly; a part of The principal and indeed only approach the flanks of the arch having been cut to Southampton from the land, is by an away to enlarge the carriage way, which extensive and well-built suburb. It was was inconveniently narrow. formerly separated from the town by a The footways on each side are modern very broad and deep ditch, which has been perforations through the old flanking filled up within the memory of several per- towers, and the brickwork entirely covers sons yet living. The ditch appears to have the ancient walls; but by inspecting the been double, having a low bank between sides of the principal arch, it seems as if the two fosses. On this bank, to the east there had formerly been arches opening of the Bar-gate, butts are marked for the laterally into these towers: if so, the purpose of exercising the youth in archery. scenery must have been singularly magni. This ditch seems to have been originally ficent. The arches and front hitherto cut so deep as to admit the sea at high- described, are (though probably four water, and thereby completely insulate hundred and fifty years old) moders, the town. Hanover-buildings to the east, when compared with the central part of and Orchard-street to the west of the Bar- the gate; which is of early Norman work, gate, occupy the site of the ditch, which if not more ancient than the Conquest. was crossed by an arched bridge leading Its plain and massive round arches, which to the large and extremely beautiful gate are considerably wider than the outer called emphatically the Bar. This, it pointed one, are a full proof of this. may be observed, was anciently the name Within this most ancient part, another of those edifices now called gates ; while addition has been made towards the town, the word Gate signified the street or road forming a plain and flat front; which, leading to the Bar. At York this ancient though never very bandsome, was much injured in the beginning of the century, friendless, to deny themselves the com. by a most awkward attempt to adorn it. mon necessaries of life, and to hoard up The points of its ancient windows are every trifle they can collect for the exobliterated, a painted rustic covers the old penses of their wake and funeral. Look. wall, and Queen Anne, in long embroi. ing forward to their death as a gala given dered stays, and a gown whose folds to them by their acquaintances, every would disgrace even the barbarity of possible preparation is made for rendering Saxon sculpture, exhibits her jolly fat it, as they consider, “ creditable ;” their face from a Gothic niche in the centre. shroud and burial dress are often proThe battlements have, however, escaped vided many years before they are wanted ; the ravage of improvement, and an ancient nor will the owners use these garments alarm bell hangs in a niche formed for it, whilst living, though existing in the most between two of them.

abject state of wretchedness and rags. It Over the arches is a spacious town. is not unusual to see even the tombstone hall, fifty-two feet long and twenty-one in readiness, and leaning against the cabin feet wide, to which we ascend by a com- wall, a perpetual “ memento mori,” that modious stone staircase. Towards the must meet the eye of its possessor every top of this, a large pointed arch is visible. time he crosses his threshold. The hall is lighted by the four windows An old beggar woman, who died near to the street, which within-side retain the city of Cork, requested that her body their ancient form, and are rather hand- night be deposited in White Church some. At the bottom of the hall, another burial-ground. Her daughter, who was pointed arch appears, which opens into a without the means to obtain a hearse, or small lumber room: the face of the arch any other mode of conveyance, deterin this room is very handsome. The mined herself to undertake the task, and, court of justice is not older than Queen having procured a rope, she fastened the Elizabeth's time. A room for the grand coffin on her back, and, after a tedious jury communicates with the hall, and is journey of more than ten miles, fulfilled lighted by windows towards the suburb. her mother's request. The grand-jury room is entirely modern- An Irish funeral procession will preized, but a small and dark room adjoin. sent to the English traveller a very novel ing has in it a very curious round arch, and singular aspect. The coffin is car. with ornamental smaller segments of ried on an open hearse, with a canopy circles within it, and a small column on supported by four.pillars, not unlike the each jamb, in the style of the early car used at Lord Nelson's funeral; it is Gothic.

adorned with several devices in gold, and The leads are spacious, and from them drawn by four horses, and is, perhaps, the gradual increase of this noble gate more impressive to the beholder than the is easily traced. The original gate is close caravan-like conveyance used in flanked by two semicircular towers to England ; but what is gained in solemwards the country: between these, and nity by the principal feature, is suddenly projecting beyond them, the present destroyed by the incongruity of the rest beautiful exterior front was added: the of the train, generally composed of a few front towards the town appears the most post-chaises, the drivers in their daily modern of all.

costume of a long great coat and slouched

hat. In addition to these, I have seen a The Selector ;

gig, in which the clergyman (I imagine, by his being equipped in a white scarf

and hat-band) drove a friend ; afterwards CHOICE EXTRACTS FROM

came a crowd of persons of all descripNEW WORKS.

tions on foot. No noise, no lamentations

were to be heard ; but the figure in the IRISH FUNERALS.

flowing white scarf brandishing his whip,

gave it, at a little distance, very much " An easy death and a fine funeral,” is the effect of an electioneering procession. a proverbial benediction amongst the The open hearse is common throughlower orders in Ireland. Throughout out Ireland, and that used by the poorer life the peasant is accustomed to regard classes becomes perfectly grotesque, from the manner and place of his interment as the barbarous paintings of saints and matters of the greatest importance ; “ to angels with which it is bedizened. The be decently put in the earth, along with concourse of persons who attend the fune. his own people,” is the wish most fre. ra! of an opulent farmer, or a resident quently and fervently, expressed by him. landlord, is prodigious. Not only those When advanced in life, it is usual, par. to whom the deceased was known, but ticularly with those who are destitute and every one who meets the procession, turns


to accompany it, let his haste be ever so

of the verse. She then began in a kivd great, for a mile or two, as nothing is of whining recitative, but, as she proaccounted more unlucky or unfriendly ceeded, and as the composition required than to neglect doing so.

it, her voice assumed a variety of deep The funeral of a gentleman acknow- and fine tones, and the energy with which ledged as the head of a clan, (now an many passages were delivered, proved her event of rare occurrence, and almost solely perfect comprehension and strong feeling confined to the county of Kerry,) is one of the subject ; but her eyes always conof those sights it is impossible to behold tinued shut, perhaps to prevent interrupwithout feeling sublime sensations. The tion to her thoughts, or her attention vast multitude, winding through some being engaged by any surrounding object. romantic defile, or trailing along the base The following keen was composed on of a wild mountain, while the chorus of Sir Richard Cox, the historian, who died the death-song, coming fitfully upon the in 1773:breeze, is raised by a thousand voices. “ My love and darling, though I never On a closer view, the aged nurse is seen was in your kitchen, yet I have heard an sitting on the hearse beside the coffin, exact account of it. The brown roast with her hody bent over it; her actions meat continually coming from the fire ; dictated by the most violent grief, and the black boilers continually boiling; the her head completely enveloped in the cock of the beer-barrel for ever running ; deep hood of her large cloak, which falls and if even a score of men came in, no in broad and heavy folds, producing alto- person would inquire their business ; but gether a most mysterious and awful figure. they would give them a place at your

Then at every cross-road, such roads table, and let them eat what they pleased, being considered symbolic of their faith, nor would they bring a bill in the mornthere is a general halt; the men uncover ing to them. their heads, and a prayer is offered up for * My love and friend, I dreamed the soul of their departed chief.

through my morning slumbers, that your The Irish funeral howl is notorious, castle fell into decay, and that no person and, although this vociferous expression remained in it. The birds sung sweetly of grief is on the decline, there is still, in no longer, nor were there leaves upon the the less civilized parts of the country, a bushes : all was silence and decay !—the strong attachment to the custom, and dream told me that our beloved man was many may yet be found who are keeners, lost to us that the noble horseman was or mourners, for the dead by profession. gone ! the renowned 'Squire Cox ! -Croker's Researches in the South of My love and darling, you were nearly Ireland.

related to the Lord of Clare and to O'Donovan of Bawnlehan; to Cox with

the blue eyes, and to Townsend of White IRISH KEENS.

Court. This is the appointed day for Having a curiosity to hear the keen your funeral, and yet I see none of them more distinctly sung than over a corpse, coming to place even a green sod over when it is accompanied by a wild and you.”-Ibid. inarticulate uproar as a chorus, I procured an elderly woman, who was re

ANECDOTES OF GEORGE III. nowned for her skill in keening, to recite for me some of these dirges. This His Majesty was coming one day from woman, whose name was Harrington, . the St. Florienzo at Weymouth; the wind led a wandering kind of life, travels and tide met; and the people on shore ling from cottage to cottage about the were very apprehensive that the barge country, found every where not merely would be swamped. The next morning a welcome, but had numerous invita- some officers waiting on the king to contions, on account of the vast store of gratulate him on his escape, saying, that Irish verses she had collected, and could his majesty must have been in great fear. repeat. Her memory was, indeed, ex- The king thanked them for their kind traordinary; and the clearness, quick- concern, at the same time saying, that he ness, and elegance with which she trans- had not experienced any fear, for, let lated from the Irish into English, though what would be said of the family, there unable to read or write, is almost incre. were no cowards among them, whatever dible. Before she commenced repeating, fools there might be. When the Talents she mumbled for a short time, probably came into power, they turned out every the beginning of each stanza, to assure body that they could, even Lord Sand. herself of the arrangement, with her eyes wich, the master of the stag-hounds. closed, rocking her body backwards and The king met his lordship in his ride forwards, as if keeping time to the measure

“ How do, how do," cried

soon after.

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his majesty ; so they have turned you and have descanted on the rich beauty of off; it was not my fault, upon my honour, the blue heather-bells. He would have for it was as much as I could do to keep traced the bonny broom,” from its first my own place."-Brasbridge's Fruits of blossom in the shrub to its last stump in Experience.

the besom. But we doubt if he could

have described the manner in which “ the GENEROSITY.

water comes down at Lodore,” with half

the whimsicality and spirit displayed in On the approaching marriage of Mr. Bolland, the barrister, with the eldest written by Dr. Southey,

which we extract

the following humourous representation, daughter of Mr. Bolland, of Clapham, from “ À Collection of Poems, chiefly Mr.

Fish, an old friend of the family, manuscript, and from living authors. called one morning, a short time before Edited, for the benefit of a friend, by the intended union took place : when he

Joanna Baillie :". was going away, the young lady attended him to the door ; he held out his hands The Cataract of Lodore, Described in to her, and asked her which she would

Rhymes for the Nursery, by one of the have. She, a little embarrassed by the Lake Poets. question, put his hands together, and

w How does the water come down at Lodore?" playfully said she would have them both.

“ Here it comes sparkling, He good-naturedly told her, that he com

And there it lies darkling ; mended the prudence of her choice, as Here smoking and frothing, there was a note in each, which he meant Its tumult and wrath in,

It hastens along, conflicting strong; to present her with, not only for the re.

Now striking and raging, spect he bore her father, but also in token

As if a war waging, of his approbation of her choice: the Its caverns and rocks amongo notes were for a thousand pounds each.

Rising and leaping, Four months afterwards this same Mr.

Sinking and creeping, Fish dined with Mr. Bill, an apothecary Swelling and dinging, in Bridge-street, in conipany with Mr.

Showering and springing, Alderman Smith, Mr. Blades, and two

Eddying and whisking,

Spouting and frisking, or three other gentlemen. In the course Turning and twisting of the afternoon Mr. Fish said, that he

Around and around, had a relation, a most pleasing and re

Collecting, disjecting,

With endless rebound: spectable young woman, whom he much

Smiting and figliting, wished to see comfortably married ; and A sight to delight in, that if a proper person should come in Confounding, astounding, his way, he would himself give her a Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound. portion of five thousand pounds.

Receding and speeding,

And shocking and rocking, not know who you could find more eligible And darting and parting, than the gentleman now at the head of And threading and spreading, the table,” said the alderman, who knew And whizzing and hissing, there was a partiality between the parties,

And dripping and skipping.

And whitening and brightening, which only prudential motives prevented And quivering and shivering, them from cultivating. “ If Mr. Bill And hitting and splitting, can obtain her consent,” said Mr. Fish, And shining and twining, “ he shall have my money."

Sir," said

And rattling and battling,

And shaking and quaking, Mr. Bill, 6 you make me the happiest And pouring and roaring, of men :" the lady's health was then And waving and raving, drunk, and the evening passed off with

And tossing and crossing,

And flowing and growing, great hilarity. The next day Mr. Bill

And running and stunning, presented himself at the lady's house, And hurıying and skurrying, and the marriage took place soon after.

And glittering and flittering, Mr. Fish paid the portion according to

And gathering and feathering,

And dinning and spivning, his promise.--Ibid.

And foaming and roaming,
And dropping and hopping,

And working and jerking,

And guggling and struggling.

And heaving and cleaving, DR. Johnson once said, that he could And thundering and foundering, write an essay on a broomstick ; and

And falling and brawling and sprawling,

And driving and riving and striving, there is no doubt but he could, for a man And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, of genius can do any thing. He would And sounding and bounding and rounding, have found a topic in every path of his

And bubbling and troubling and doubling, imagination. He would have moralized Dividing and gliding and sliding,

And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling, on the sterility of the sun-burnt heath, And clattering and battering and shattering,

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And gleaming and streaming, and streaming light followed the declining sun, and the And rushing and Hushing and brushing and dreary night came swift upon the transient gushing,

glooming. And Happing and rapping and clapping and At a long three miles from this, on a slapping,

dim and narrow road, was a small publicAnd curling and whirling and purling and house, called, in those days, the “ Inn of

twirling, Retreating and meeting and beating and sheet

the Forest." There was a thin settle. ing,

ment from this some miles on, consisting Delaying and straying and playing and spray- chiefly of men of the rudest cast in life,

ing, Advancing and prancing and glancing and

often honest and kind in their way, but, dancing.

nevertheless, who brooked not the conRecoiling, turmoiling, and toiling and boiling, troul of law, and, living far off from city And thumping and tumping and bumping and jumping,

and town, enjoyed their game, and were And dashing and flashing and splashing and

themselves the only umpires of each clashing,

other's rights and wrongs. Such as these And so never ending but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are

made up the company that gathered in blending,

the tavern that night ; and as the winds All at once, and all o'er, with a mighty up- blew louder, and the weather grew colder

without, so did their noise and rioting, And this way the water comes down at and the turbulence of their spirits in. Lodore."

crease within.

Mingling with this tumultuous assem. Che Novelist,

bly, around the bar-room fire, and the No. XLVII.

long card-table stretched out before it, were now to be seen the two strangers ;

they were wrapped up in fur hunting THE MIDNIGHT REVEL. cloaks; and while one of them took part “ Now o'er one half the world

in the boisterous laugh, and played his Nature seems dead, and withered murder, game at the card table, and drank freely, Alarıned by his sentinel the wolf,

the other stretched himself to sleep in a Moves like a ghost--------" MACBETH.

The more sociable stranger soon The wind of November whistled shrill acquired the confidence of his new com. and cold among the rocky precipices that panions; and as he himself professed to jutted over the mountain road from Ales- be a tavern-keeper, he gained the especial bury towards Northumberland, as at the favour of his landlord, a black-whiskered, decline of day two travellers on horseback downcast, dark-looking man, upon whose were crossing with weary pace the long countenance the stamp of vice was fixed, range of ridges towards the great elbow and who was the loudest and most claof the Susquehannah, and, notwithstand. morous in the circle, and drank, and ing that the clouds lay heavily on the played, and boasted, and cursed with a dark and distant mountain tops, and the kind of frenzied infatuation. shadows of approaching night gathered Their rioting was kept up throughout rapidly, they paused upon the northern the midnight hours ; and while the extremity of the last eminence, dis wearied and inebriated guests one by one mounted, and appeared to be taking a dropped asleep, and while without the survey of the country around them, a storm sung in melancholy and plaintive country embodying some of the most sweetness through the seared pine-trees, grand and sublime scenery in nature. that single stranger kept one little circle To the north and south, one vast extent he had gathered around him by the fire, of forest lay outstretched, broken and in fixed and wakeful attention to harrowdiversified by hill and valley, now dimly ing tales of hell-devised murders, and seen, but not less interesting in its aspect. fearful retributions, and walking ghosts, In one direction was to be seen seven and marvellous facts brought to the light stupendous pyramidic piles ; pushing of day by supernatural agencies ; and detheir pine-crowned summits through the tailed a thousand instances to prove that black clouds, they seemed fit habitations “ Murder, though it hath no tongue, will speak for the fierce spirits the restless ele. With most miraculous organ.' ments, and one could almost fancy the In vain the host endeavoured to turn, at angels of the tempest gathering to their every period, the subject. In vain he awful dwellings in those unvisited realms, stirred the dying embers, and invited the an universe of stormy clouds; while in guest to sleep. In vain he trembled and the west a peaceful river flowed away in turned pale; the traveller setmed invin. calm and unbroken solitude through its cible, and at every change, murder and its devious course. Such was the scene the bloody consequences were still his theme, travellers were left surveying when twi. and still his eye was fixed on the disa

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