mission there, and has since built a Chapel correspondents T. A. C. p. 292, No. 82, at New Amsterdam.

and W. F. p. 325, No. 84, that if they Mr. Smith, whose melancholy fate we will take the trouble of looking to Bishop have had to record, succeeded Mr. Wray Milner's elaborate History of Winchester, at Resouvenir, where he continued his mi. in 4to., or to Ball's Historic Guide and nisterial labours with the most encourag. Descriptive Walks through that royal ing prospect of success, until the late and ancient City, published in 8vo., 1818, revolt among the slaves, the consequence they will find all their doubts as to the of which cost him his life. In the course place of interment of the glorious Alfred, of two years he baptized about one hun- solved upon authorities that are unimdred and eighty adults, and his congrega- peachable, without being necessitated to tions were large and attentive.

rely upon the questionable statements of Biographical Dictionaries, some of which,

like other works of a general nature, freA SONG OF A FINE SCOT, OR

quently advance matters incapable of au

thentication. “ JOCKIE IS GROWN A GEN.

I am, &c. C. H. TLEMAN.”

June 1, 1824. ( To the Editor of the Mirror.

A SONGE OF A FINE SKOTT. SIR,- In the course of some researches “How now Joky---whither awaye ?---a wourde which I have lately made, amongst a

or twoe, I pray thee staye--

For thow art splendid collection of the invaluable, liten

in thy rich araye---moste like a

gallant freshe and gaye. rary treasures of this country, I found

By my fay.--and by Saint Ann, the following version of the ballad

Joky will prove a Gentillman. “ Jockie is grown a Gentleman,” pub- " The Showes thow had on, when thow went to lished in your 84th Number, from Collet's Plowe, was made of the Hide of some oulde Relics of Literature. It differs much


Is curn'd to Spanish Leather nowe---bedect with from your copy, and as I conceive from

Roses I knowe not howe. the language, as well as the place in which

By my Fay, &c. I met with it, that it is perhaps more “ Thy Stockinges made of the Northern hewe... likely to be from the original than that which scarce cost xijd. beinge newe, given by Collet, who, by the way, gives Is turned

nowe to Silken blewe---which semeth no authority for his ballad, I have sent

strainge untoe my vewe.

By my Fay, &c. it to you ; if on perusal you think the subject worth a second reflection in your

" ThyGarters made of the List full graye---which

yow from the Taylor didst stele eche daye, MIRROR, it is at your service. The Is turned nowe to Silke full gaye.--with Tasselis thing itself is trifling, but I think in all

of Gould and Silver I saye. matters which refer to the political and

By my Fay, &c. popular feelings of past ages, we should " Thy Hose and thy Dublett, which were full be as correct as possible,—the proper al.

playne---whereof great store of Lice con.

tayne, ternative is to be silent.

Is turned nowe, well fare thy braine.--that can The ballad I send you is extracted by begginge, this maintayne. verbatim et literatim" from the MS.

By my Fay, &c. diary of a Mr. John Sanderson, an Eng, “Thy Jerkin made of the Northern Gray--which lish merchant, who, in the reign of Eliza.

thow hast wore this manie a daye,

Is turned nowe to Spruce fuil gay---more beth, resided for many years in the east, sweeter than the Flowers in Maye. as factor for the Turkey Company; he

By my fay, &c returned to England in 1602, and his “Thy Gerdill madeof the whitt-lether-whange--diary, which embraces a period of fifty which thow hast wore God knows how lange, years, 1560 to 1610, is an interesting is turned nowe to Velvett strange, imbrathered

with Gould and Pearles amange. compendium of amusement and informa

By my Fay,&c. tion, and is preserved among the Lansdown MSS. in the British Museum ; it

Thy Band, which thou didst use to weare--.

which scarce was washed iii times a yeare, is chiefly in his own hand writing, and Is turned nowe to Cambricke clere---with broad contains a little of every thing, and there Bone Lace up to the Eare. are some very pretty touches of poetic

By my Fay, &c. feeling interspersed. At the top of the

" Thy blew Bonnet when thou came hether--leaf which contains the ballad, he has

which kept thy Pate from winde and wether,

Is throwne away, and who can tell whether--written, “ A Songe of a fine Skott, given And thou arte in thy Bonnet and Fether. me by Sir H. Boyer.-This, from its

By my Fay, &c. place in the MS., was probably in 1607, “ The Breakfast thow gott every daye.--was but but there is no date on the page.

Pease bread and kele full graye, May I, while I am thus trespassing, Is turned nowe to chere full gaye---serv'd to tly

Tabel in rich araye. express a wish for you to suggest to your

By my Fay, &c.

" Thy Diner thow gott at xii a clock.--for wante aptly deemed a link of that chain which of Meate went twise to the Pott,

so intimately connects the animal with Is turned nowe---most happie lott---that such good luck lighth on a Skott.

the vegetable kingdom. By my Fay, &c

The lichen is another class of vege" When Super time did come at night---yow tables, which, although bearing seed, wente to bedd with Stomach lighte

will admit of being propagated also by But nowe a second course in sighte---is seene

small fragments of the leaves. These uppon thy Table righte. By my Fay, &c.

fragments retain their vegetative power in " Batt yf this happ doe still indure ---Inglande and being scattered by the winds, are

a dry state for a very considerable period; 'Therefore, good Kinge, graunt them no more... abundantly deposited upon every 'subfor itt amicts thy subjects sore.

stance calculated to promote their growth. Yf this he Sweet St. Ann, Joky will be noe Gentillman."

To the multiplicity of minute plants, thus produced, which individually elude

the naked eye, is that discolouration so ON VEGETABLE REVIVIFICA- perceptible on trees, walls, and other obTION.

jects, attributable. (For the Mirror.)

Another kind of vegetable production

to which we shall refer, is that commonly In the 77th and 80th Numbers of the called mouldiness, which is found in great Mirror, some cases of “ Animal Re- profusion on certain decaying substances. vivification” were inserted ; by way of This vegetable appears to be endowed sequel, the following instances are now

with the power of propagating itself more given to show the existence of a similar universally, and by maturing its growth property in vegetables. The byssus is possessed of this pro- substance in nature.

more rapidly, than, perhaps, any other

A seed will spring perty in an eminent degree. It is that

up and perfect itself in less than three green-matted, fibrous substance, which is days; and it has been computed that seen to cover the surface of stagnant from one single seed in this short space of water, and, by an inattentive observer, time, one million of seeds are produced. may not unfrequently be taken for the So indestructible is the vegetative quality aquatic lentil, commonly called duck of these seeds, that they have been found weed, from which, however, it materi.

to retain that principle, after having been ally differs. It consists of an immense experimentally exposed to a strong degree variety of fibres possessing neither roots, of heat, by being roasted over red-hot nor leaves, nor any regular structure, but coals. shooting forth in all directions, and so A most extraordinary power of vegestrongly intermingled with each other, as

table revivification has been attributed to to form a compact matting, which, al- the rose of Jericho ; but, as we are not though it may be torn asunder, no art possessed of details sufficiently accurate can disentangle. It is not only capable to enter into a description of this producof propagation by the most minute frag- tion, we may, perhaps, be allowed to ments, however rudely detached, but it solicit an account of it from some one also retains the principle of revivification of the intelligent correspondents of the for years together when in a desiccate MIRROR, who, with the ability, may

If the water in which the byssus possess the inclination to devote a short is found be withdrawn from it,-dried, portion of his lucubrations to a subject shrivelled up, and broken into innume- which, though comparatively trifling, is rable fragments, it appears utterly de- not the less calculated to lead the mind stroyed : suffer, however, the water to be through nature up to nature's God. replaced, it speedily resumes its former

May 21, 182 1.

LIOLETT. healthful appearance, nor can any lapse of time deprive it of this property. The tremella, although its history is

ARITHMETIC. Lot so well understood as is that of the byssus, is classed as a variety of the

( To the Editor of the Mirror.) latter, which it in many particulars re- SIR,-In your interesting account of sembles. Some writers, however, from Arithmetic, you observe that the invenits fibres admitting of a great diversity of tor of decimals is unknown, and you movements, seemingly spontaneous, have also mention Regiomontanus to be the been induced to refer it rather to the man who first used them; permit me to class of animal, than of vegetable, ex- inform you, that I have the authority of istence. It is considered to possess the a very old standard work to say, that principle of revivification equally with the Johannes Regiomontanus was the first byssus ; and may, probably, be not in- inyentor as well as user of decimals,


which he employed in the room of sexa- feelings of the most enlightened and hugesimals, in the construction of his tables, mane of our countrymen—he even bore &c. A. D. 1464; that our countryman the badge of this wicked trade in a crest Bucklæus was the next who used them, of arms granted him by patent, consiste but that the first who wrote an expressing of a “demi-moor in his proper cotreatise on decimals, was Stevinus, in lour, bound with a cord.In 1588, he the year of our Lord, 1580. I beg par- was appointed Rear-Admiral, on-board don for taking up so much of your room, the Victory, to confront the famous Ar. but my wishing to afford every informa- mada. He died in 1595, it is said of tion in my power will, I hope, plead the vexation, on account of an unsuccessful excuse of LECTOR SPECULI. attempt on the enemies' possessions in the

West Indies and the Canaries. He pos

sessed great courage, and was much beON THE DEATH OF A BLOOMING GIRL loved by his seamen, to whom he was ex. TWENTY YEARS OF AGE.

tremely affable. He left a son, who was ALL sounds of Music, Mirth, or Harmony, brought up to a maritime life, and disHave ceased to dwell upon the list ning ear : Within those walls, dull Melancholy hath

tinguished himself in the action against Usurp'd the seat of joyous greeting, all

the Spanish Armada. He died in 1622, There is silent gloom and sadness.

as he was attending on business in the The lyre, whose strings were wont to tremble privy council.–See also Campbell's Lives

'neath Her

P. T. W.
snowy fingers, and swell to rapture of the Admirals.
By her touch in sweet, delicious concord,
Alas! now silent, yet more eloquent

Than all the rhet'ric of pedant schools
Proclaims th' eternal absence of-.-CHARLOTTE,

(For the Mirror.) Behold, yon tow'ring oak, amid the blast

As the Man in the Moon, Of many a hurricane hath stood

On a dull afternoon, Proudly erect, now bow'd beneath the shock Lay dozing in his elbow-chair; That tore his lovely acorn from its bed,

A noise at the door, It is her Father.---See again, that form

Shook the roof and the floor, In melancholy clad, pensive she sits,

And set the whole house on a stare. Nor seems to know ought else but sorrow.

Cried he to his wife, "Tis deep, tho' still, alas! no voice so sweet

“ As sure as life, As that which vibrates in her list’ning ear

Those thieves from old Mars would come in Can e'er restore her lost, ber envied happiness. Her form and visage now seem bending o'er

To plunder the house, The recollection of her darling child:

So go my dear spouse,

And fetch out that bottle of gin.
She is the mother of that fair one---Death
Hath robbed her of her only comfort. T. W.W. “ Let's all have a drop,

Our courage to prop,

Before we begin to resist

Those vagabond foes,

And then, by Old Jo'es,
For the Mirror.)

We'll shew them the use of a fist.
MR. EDITOR,— A constant reader of “ But make fast tho lock,
the MIRROR wishes to know, where

Then thy ear just cock

To the key-hole, (but mind you're not seen,) he can obtain an account of the ances.

And give me to know, tors of Sir John Hawkins, the great Ad. In a minute or so, miral. I should recommend him to search Where you think that the caitiffs have been." “ Prince's Worthies of Devonshire,”

On tip-toe she hied, “ Polwhele's History of Devonshire,”

And her ear applied and “ Tenures and Titles by which Es. (Such ladies may often be seen,

When they'd get at the root tates were anciently held in England,” Of a secret on foot, which was written in French ; and a At the risk of each bone in their skin.) translation of it, with a Commentary, But not satisfied form the first book of Coke's “ Insti- With list’ning, she spied The author was Sir Thomas Through a crevice beside the door post

When she saw a grim tigure, Littleton, an English lawyer and judge, Tall, ghastly, and meager, who flourished in the fifteenth century, And scream'd out, “ By jingo, a Gyost!" eldest son of Thomas Westcote, Esq. of This made the brats squall--Devonshire, by the heiress of Littleton, The old ones to bawl... of Frankley, in Worcestershire, whose Loud enough to be heard at the Nore; name he assumed. Sir John Hawkins

Till with a dread knock,

Off flew the old lock, was born at Plymouth, in 1520, (there. And smack on the ground came the door : fore some trace may be found in the

When a stranger stalked in above works) he is said to have been the With a horrible grir, first person who set on foot the infamous Like that which old Milton describes

And ask'd, " What's the matter traffic in slaves, which at that period, does

Why make all this clatter? not seem to have militated against the Come, be not so free with your gibes ;

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Well, do as you will,

I'll not pay the bill,”
Said the old one,“ however it end:

Invent what you please,

I'll sit at my ease,---
To meddle will never pretend."

'Twas left to these two

The job to get through of producing perpetual light ;

But some have a notion

This perpetual motion Will end in perpetual night:

And we must not wonder,

If by some strange blunder,
They blow up themselves and the place,

And send the moon twirling,

And this world a-whirling, Like comets through infinite space :

Till the sulphur and gas

Blend the both in one mass, And run foul of some other world;

When, in wild contlagration,

This beauteous creation To chaos again shall be hurl'd!

Now all those who fear

May-day the next year, Should Parlament humbly petition,

To stop this mad plan,

As soon as it can,
By prompt and wise interposition.


“ Assuage your alarm,

I mean you no harm,
But would give you a word of advice,

Which, if you could take,

A fortune you'd make,
As some bave below in a trice.

“ You must know that on earth

There was a great dearth,
Of what is there called moon-light,

And folks would remark,

"To be left in the dark For a week in each month is not right:

“ We'll try, if we can,

To hit on a plan,
That shall this inconvenience remove,

By baving a light

That will shine ev'ry night, In lleu of that dull thing above.'

“In profound consultation

They assembled one nation In all its great cities en masse :

When men of invention

Declar'd their intention,
To light up old Terra with gas.”

This was no sooner said,

With a nod of the head,
Then the Old One began to look glum.

“ With Gas, Sir,” said he ;

" What the deuce can that be:" But the stranger on this head was mum.

“ Why, you only thus joke --

"Tis a bottle of smoke; There's naught that can equal a Moon

To be sure it is worn,

And, in some places, torn,
With the scrubbing it gets every noon:

Yet, to lighten your mazes,

I've turn'd all the phases That have any locker left on;

But as to its blotches--

Its bulges, and notches, Why, all things will have thein when gore.

“ I can swear that I have

Ever work'd like a slave, And worn off my fingers each nail,

In making it shine,

And, I thought, to look fine ; But to please all we're sure to fail.

“ As I can't satisfy,

Then let them just try This gas-light, whatever it be:

I shall have the same wages

As I've had for these ages; So, therefore, 'tis nothing to me!"

“ This may be all true,

And nothing to you," Said the stranger, “how things go below;

Yet, of this I am sure

(And my motive is pure) You're to blame if you let them be so."

· So he is," said the wife ;--

“ The quarrel and strife We've had 'bout that clumsy machine ;--;

The thrashings I've had,--

The lass, and the lad,
Have made us asham'd to be seen.

“ We've endur'd quite enough

Of usage so rough,
And will not go on in this way

And if our friend Gas

Can bis scheme bring to pass, To do it we'll not lose a day.”

“ I am sure I can.'

Replied the wise man, " In a twelvemonth or so from this date;

And as certain it would

Be of infinite good,
If you do not delay till too late


A ROMANTIC STORY. THERE is a cavern in the island of Hoonga, one of the Tonga islands, in the South Pacific Ocean, which can only be entered by diving into the sea, and has no other light than what is reflected from the bottom of the water. A young chief discovered it accidentally while diving after a turtle, and the use which he made of his discovery will probably be sung in more than one European language, so beautifully is it adapted for a tale in verse.

There was a tyrannical governor at Vavaoo, against whom one of the chiefs formed a plan of insurrection; it was betrayed, and the chief, with all his family and kin, was ordered to be destroyed. He had a beautiful daughter, betrothed to a chief of high rank, and she also was included in the sentence.

The youth who had found the cavern, and had kept this secret to himself, loved this damsel; he told her the danger in time, and persuaded her to trust herself to him. They got into a canoe ; the place of her retreat was described to her on the way to it, there women swim like mermaids,—she dived after him, and rose in the cavern ; in the widest part it is about fifty feet, and its medium height is guessed at the same; the roof hung with stalactites. Here he brought her the choicest food, the finest clothing, inats for her bed, and sandal-wood oil to perfume herself; here he visited her as often as was consistent


with prudence ; and here, as may be Tempt, tempt no more the watery plain,

No more to distant regions roam ; imagined, this Tonga Leander, wooed and won the maid, whom, to make

the But, seek thy native fields again,

Thy wife, thy daughter, and thy home. interest complete, he had long loved in secret, when he had no hope. Meantime he prepared, with all his dependants,

FASHIONABLE BLINDNESS. male and female, to emigrate in secret to ( To the Editor of the Mirror.) the Fiji islands. The intention was so well concealed, that they embarked in good folks of the prese

MR. EDITOR,-I am not averse to the safety, and his people asked him, at the attention to fashion ; but, when it is car

age, paying due point of their departure, if he would not ried to an extravagant degree, it makes take with him a Tonga wife; and accordingly, to their great astonishment, having mermann says, “ Folly sways the sceptre

me exclaim, 0, tempora O, mores. Zimsteered close to a rock, he desired them to

of the world, and all, more or less, wear wait while he went into the sea to fetch her livery, her fools' caps, and the insignia her ; jumped overboard, and just as they of her order.” So I thought the other were beginning to be seriously alarmed, day, when I observed a friend of mine, at his long disappearance, he rose with with a quizzing-glass dangling before his mistress from the water.

him ; not for the purpose of remedying This story is not deficient in that which all such stories should have, to be per

a defect in the organs of vision, but be

cause he considered it fashionable. I fectly delightful,-a fortunate conclusion. lately met with the following lines, on The party remained at the Fijis till the

the subject which, perhaps, may amuse oppressor died, and then returned to Va

some of your numerous readers : vaoo, where they long enjoyed a tranquil

Our fashionable belles and beaux, and happy life. A Poem, “ The Ocean

With all their sight entire,
Cavern,” has been founded on this story.

Stick up a glass before their nose,
M. N.

And each becomes a spier.
Hail, times! hail,ton! hail, taste retined

Which make e'en failings please,

And finds a joy in being blind
Said to have been written by a Lady to her To every thing one sees.

Lord, soon after his quitting England. STILL, still away, my Edgar, still

Borough, June 1, 1824.

S. W.
Absent from her, thy wedded love?
Oh! when wilt thou again fulfil
Those hopes that none but lovers prove.

Whac sayl: absence may have changed
The generous feelings of thy soul;

BALLOONING has got into bad handsThou may'st from fair to fair have ranged,--- no one adventures for the purposes of Can love seduction's lure controi?

science, but to get money, hence, with the " Cap it?" methinks I hear thee cry,

exception of using common gas, there has “ Not oft in Man..-in Woman ne'er: It is but fattery,swear, and sigh---,

been no improvement. An intrepid, but And whose is then the flower so fair?

unskilful adventurer, Mr. Harris, who 'Tis thine-.-'tis mine---'tis his, and now had the additional folly to take up with

Her smiles some other eye may meet ; him a romantic maid-of-all-work, has, Affection gilds, as wont, her brow;

within the last fortnight, been killed in What sways her bosom? dark Deceit.”

ballooning. A more successful advenForbear, dear Edgar, oh! forbcar, I feel thy satire-own it true,

ture followed, that of Mr. Graham, on For thou hast been deceived -- yet spare

Wednesday the 2nd inst.

He is so uxoNor lash the many for the few.

rious, that he even took his wife with him; There have been--may be---are, who smile and after travelling, from White Conduit Upon the man that most they hate,

House, a distance of forty miles, landed With sighs and looks of love beguile His fears, deceive--and call it---Fate.

safely at Cuckfield, in Sussex, performYes-there are such, but 'tis not those

ing the same in one hour and forty That own the sacred name of wife;

minutes. Still pure, for ever, ever flows,

In No. 47 of the MIRROR, we gave Unsullied flows their stream of life.

some account of Balloons and Parachutes, The mistress, wbom but Passion hinds.

and the following particulars from the At Passion's call may faithless prove, But she enchained by Hymen finde

Percy Anecdotes will now be read with In one alone an equal love.

interest : Then haste thee to thy wife's fond arms,

During the darkness of the middle Haste, haste, forego the wreath of fame--

ages, every one at all distinguished by his Still strong her love, if faint her charms,

knowledge in physics, was generally reAnd Delia lisps her father's name.

puted to have attained the power of flying * But when weak woman goes astray

in the air ; this idea, however, which men The stars are more in fault than they.

Pope's Rape of the Lock. of the first genius had once entertained,

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