quieted features of the host. It was dark and penetrating; and his voice grew hoarse as he bid them hearken to the screeching wind. It seemed to him, he said, to be burdened with a voice. In the words of Macbeth, "still it cried SLEEP NO MORE to all the house." The company started and listened, some thought they heard a voice, and others fancied they distinguished those very words. What could it mean? was the inquiry that went round. "Hark, said the stranger, heard you not that! listen! -Rolland! Rolland! Rolland! a mother and six innocent children, murdered by your hand, summon you to the grave with them!"—A heavy charge, said he, as he turned towards the host, who, startled at the awful import of the words, rose in wild agitation, and clenching his fist, hallooed as to the voice," If I slew you it was at another's instigation, and the money I got for it I buried in the rapids of the Susquehannah!" "Yet for that crime," said the other stranger, who had till now laid silent and apparently asleep, "by virtue of a state's warrant, and in the name of the commonwealth of Pennsylvania, we arrest you, Dubois Rolland, to answer at the bar of your country!" and as he said it, he deliberately rose, drew a pair of doublebarrelled pistols from his cloak, and calmly laid them on the table before him, while the other, throwing aside his loose garments, stood before the astounded man, in the garb of an officer of justice, completely armed with dirk and pistols.

Resistance was in vain; the murderer was seized, and carried to the skirts of the adjoining wood, where he was mounted on horseback, secured, carried thirty miles, and lodged in jail before ten o'clock the next morning.

This was the plan adopted and executed by members of a weak village police, in a country where the supremacy of the law had often been maintained rather by stratagem than open force, and by which was brought to justice and the scaffold, one of the most bloody villains that ever hung upon a gallows; a man who had murdered, according to his own confession afterwards made, a mother and her orphan family, for a price paid him by a relative, who was the next heir to a small estate.

Miscellanies,

THE TROAD.

THE following interesting and novel observations on the long-doubted scenery of Troy, are extracted from the ingenious

Topographical Dissertation of Dr. Camp. bell on the Scenery of Ossian's Poema, by which he has placed the Celtic poet on firmer ground than that on which Dr. Johnson left him :

"Here I would be understood as writing of a hilly country, which, of course, is less liable to such revolutions as are known to have frequently occurred in low and level countries; such, for instance, as the overflowing of Earl Goodwin's estate, on the coast of Kent, now the Goodwin Sands; and the abandonment of the sea in the upper part of the Levant, particularly in the supposed neighbourhood of the Troad. A proof of this is, that opposite to the Isle of Tenedos, where Homer informs us that the Greeks pulled their ships and galleys upon the Dardan beach, there is not any beach to be seen; but, on the contrary, a bold rocky coast, the lowest of whose cliffs is many feet above the level of the sea. This fact I observed in person, and only mention it to prove some great mutation of nature in that vicinity, or that Homer was ignorant of the locality which his Muse embraced a circumstance rather improbable, from the father of the poets having been a native of these parts. I am of opinion, that the abandonment of the waters in the upper part of the Levant, is, in some measure, corroborated by the sacred writings, even though Ovid's Story of Hero and Leander should not be admitted as auxiliary evidence in this poetical case, which I think should be admitted; for, it is not possible that the enamoured swimmer could have made such sure and constant passages through the waters of the Hellespont, had the currents ran with the same velocity in his days, as they ran at in those of Lord Byron.+ If I rightly understand the sacred writings on one point, it is clear to my mind that the ships of Solomon sailed from the ports of Tyre and Sidon to the islands of the Eastern seas, to bring home the gold of Ophir and peacocks' feathers; and they found a channel where are now the scorching sands of the Isthmus of Suez. This course, however, is conjectural, arising from my hurried observations, for there may have been canals to the Red Sea; but the rise of the waters in the English Channel is matter of historical record-Anno 1100. I would farther observe, that the Cornish traditional story of a country named

Mr. Hobhouse, whom I have consulted on the subject, agrees with me on the appearance of the coast.

I would engage to swim from shore to shore Lord Byron took to effect that romantic object. of the Hellespont in two-thirds of the time

H. C.

Leones, (which extended from the Land's End of Cornwall round by the Scilly Isles, thence to Ushant, and Guernsey on the coast of France, embracing the western part of the English Channel,) appears to me in every feature of probability.

Perhaps Strabo alluded to the country of Leones, instead of the Scilly Isles, when he wrote of the Tyrians and Phenicians trading thither for tin. This I know, that on my visit to the isles or rocks of Scilly, I could discover no traces of mines, whether ancient or modern.". Campbell's Ossian, p. 20 and 21, vol. i.

THE DANDIES.

BLESS me---what two nondescripts together! The She---a pile of ribband, straw, and feather, Her back, a pillion---all above, and on it,

A church bell? cradle? tower?---no, 'faith, a bonnet ;

Aye, and an actual woman in it---able,

the church of St. Mary de Lamhce. It was under the same denomination granted by William Rufus to the Prior and convent of Rochester cathedral; and in Doomsday Book, the entry is, "the manor of St. Mary is, what is called Lamhei." The first register book is headed, Lambhith, 1539; the second volume, Lambeth, 1669, and St. Mary Lambeth, does not appear till the third volume, in the year 1718. The age of the present structure appears from satisfactory evidence, to be that of Edward the Third. "In the Bishop's registers at Winchester, is a commission to proceed against such of the inhabitants of Lambeth, as refused to contribute to the rebuilding and repairs of the church, dated 1374." "Three years afterwards, there was another commission to compel the inhabitants to build a tower for their church, then newly built, and to furnish it with bells." The north and south aisles, (as appears by the tables

Babel.

Now for the He, the fellow nondescript---
Whence has that mockery of man been ship't?
Have Ross or Parry brought him to console
The Quidnuncs for the passage to the Pole?
While on her iceberg howls some Greenland
squaw,

Robb'd of her pretty monster---till next thaw?
No, Paris has the honour, "ah que oui."
"Voila,"---the air, grace, shrug, smell of Paris!
France gave his step trip, his tongue its phrase,
His head his peruke, and his waist its stays!
The thing is contraband---let's crush the trade;

Ladies insist on't---all is best home-made!
All British---from your shoe-tie or your fan,
Down to that necessary brute, call'd---man!
Now for the compound creature---first the wig,
With every frizzle struggling to look big!
On the rough cheek the fresh-dyed whisker
spread,

The thousandth way of dressing a calf's head! The neckcloth neat---where starch and whalebone vie,

To make the slave a walking pillory!
The bolster'd bosom---ah, ye envying fair,
How little dream ye of the stuff that's there!
What straps, ropes, steel, the aching ribs com-
press,

To make the Dandy beautifully less.

Thus fools, their final stake of folly cast,
By instinct, to straight waistcoats come at last!
Misjudging Shakspeare---this escap'd thine eye,
For though the brains are out, the thing won't
die!

HISTORICAL ACCOUNT OF LAMBETH CHURCH.

(For the Mirror.)

THE Company of Parish Clerks having first appropriated this church to the Virgin, as advanced by Maitland, is a tale imaginary and groundless. In the vestry book, the churchwardens are called, in the year 1529, Churchwardens of our Ladie of Lamheyth, and in the following year of our Lady of Lamheth, Bishop de Glanville was admitted to the rectory of

the year 1505. The west end of the church was rebuilt in 1523, chiefly at the expense of Archbishop Warham and John Fox, L.L.B. Archdeacon of Winchester. This church has little remark. able in it, except the figure of a pedlar and his dog, painted in one of the windows. Tradition says, that the parish was obliged to this man for the bequest of a piece of land which bears the name of Pedlar's Acre. This land the parish has long retained; but the circumstances originally connected with it are unknown. At what time this memorial was first put up there is no minute, but such a portrait certainly existed in 1608, there being in the Churchwarden's accounts of that year an entry of "two shillings, paid to the glazier for a panel of glass for the window where the Picture of the Pedlar stands." The present" new glass Pedlar," was put up in 1703, at the expense of two pounds, but was removed from where it was then placed, in 1816, (when the church was repaired and beautified) to where it now remains, being much more conspicuous. The land given was anciently called "The Church Hoopys," or "Hopes," signifying an isthmus, or neck of land projecting into the river. The name of Pedlar's Acre does not occur before the year 1690. In Lambeth church have been several valuable monuments of noble and genteel families, now swept away by modern improvements. A particular account of such monuments as remain may be seen in Dr. Ducarel's History of the Parish, and in Denne' Addenda: some few have been erected since those accounts were written, amongst which may be named, that of Archbishop

Cornwallis, Alderman Goodbehere, his widow and son, and that of Madame Storace. Bishop (of Ely) Thirlby was buried here, and was accidentally discovered when Archbishop Cornwallis was buried, in March, 1783. The principal circuinstances that occurred were, that the body, which was wrapped in fine linen, was moist, and had evidently been preserved in some species of pickle, which still retained a volatile smell, not unlike that of hartshorn; the face was perfect, and the limbs flexible; the beard of a remarkable length, and beautifully white. The linen and woollen garments were all well preserved. The cap, which was silk, adorned with point lace, was in fashion like that represented in the pictures of Archbishop Juxon. A slouched hat, with strings fastened to it, was under the left arm. There was also a cassock so fastened, as to appear like an apror with strings, and several small pieces of the Bishop's garments, which had the appearance of a pilgrim's habit. In the church-yard is the tomb of that celebrated naturalist, John Tradescant, who, with his son, lived in this parish. The elder Tradescant may be considered as the earliest collector in this kingdom of every thing curious in natural history, and to him we are indebted for the first introduction of botany among us. The father is said

to have been gardener to Charles the First. Both of them seem to have been indefatigable in the search of knowledge, and were great travellers: the father is supposed to have visited Russia and most parts of Europe, Turkey, Greece, many of the Eastern countries, Egypt, and Barbary, out of which he introduced multitudes of plants and flowers unknown before in our gardens. Tradescant's collection after his death, which happened about the year 1656, came into the possession of the famous Elias Ashmole, by virtue of a deed of gift, and is now deposited in the Ashmolean museum at Oxford. The monument of the Tradescants was erected in 1662, by

Hester, relict of the younger. It is an altar tomb at each corner is a large tree, seeming to support the slab. At one end is a hydra picking at a bare skull, possibly designed as an emblem of envy: on the other are the arms of the family. On one side are ruins, Grecian pillars and capitals; an obelisk and pyramid; and on the opposite, a crocodile and various shells. This monument being much injured by time, was liberally restored at the parish expense in 1773, but the sculpture has, notwithstanding, suffered so much by the weather, that little idea can now be formed on inspection of

the north and south sides; this defect is, however, happily supplied by two fine drawings in the Pepysian library, at Cambridge. The epitaph was as follows: Lye John Tradescant, grandsire, father, son ; Know stranger ere thou pass, beneath this stone The last dy'd in his spring: the other two Liv'd till they had travelled Art and Nature through;

As by their choice selections may appear,

Of what is rare in land, in sea, in air;
Whilst they (as Homer's Iliad in a nut)
A world of wonders in one closet shut:
These famous antiquarians that had been
Both gardeners to the Rose and Lilly Queen,

Transplanted now themselves, sleep here; and

when

Angels shall with their trumpets waken men, And fire shall purge the world, they hence shall

rise

ST. ALBANS, an ancient town in the county of Hertford, and situated twentyone miles from London, is celebrated in the early history of this country. It was the Verulamium of the Romans which the British heroine Boadicea laid in ashes, after she had caused 70,000 Romans to bite the dust; here also had Cassibelaunus been defeated by Cæsar, and it was in the vicinity of this town that two memorable engagements were fought between the rival houses of York and Lancaster.

These are events which would be sufficient to render St. Albans memorable, had the town not received that certain passport to posterity, a notice by Shaks. peare, in his Play of Henry the Sixth. In the second part of this Play, Act. II. the scene is laid at St. Albans, where King Henry, Queen Margaret, Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, Cardinal Beaufort, the Duke of Suffolk and others are then residing. While in conversation an inhabitant of St. Albans approaches, VOL. III. L

Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft

Myself have heard a voice to call him so.

The fellow pleads lameness, and says he was born blind.

Glo. A subtle knave! But yet it shall

not serve.

Let me see thine eyes:-Wink now;— now open them:—

In my opinion, yet thou see'st not well.
Simp. Yes, master, clear as day; I
thank God and Saint Alban.
Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour
is this cloak of?

Simp. Red, master; red as blood.
Glo. Why, that's well said: what
colour is my gown of?

Simp. Black, forsooth; coal black, as
jet.

K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?

Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never

to be great,

That could restore this cripple to his legs! Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.

The BEADLE is sent for, and he is ordered to whip the fellow until he leaps over a stool, which he does, and then runs away followed by the people, who cry, "A Miracle! a Miracle!"

This scene is founded on a story related by Sir Thomas More, who states, that he learnt it from his father; the impostor's name is not mentioned, but it is stated that he was detected by Hum

phrey, Duke of Gloucester, in the way mentioned by Shakspeare. The shrine of St. Albans is in the church-one of the most venerable piles of ecclesiastical an. tiquity in the environs of London, since by a fine of £400. it escaped the destruction which befell nearly all the conventical churches in the reign of Henry VIII.

The church is in the shape of a long cross, and consists of an embattled belltower, a nave, choir, Lady Chapel, and two transepts. The different parts of this church exhibit in their construction and ornaments, characteristic varieties of the different styles of church architecture, from the rude Saxon to the florid Gothic; the tower, the eastern parts of the nave, and the two transepts being built in that style called by some writers Saxon, by others, early Norman, of the age of Henry the First; the remaining part in the Gothic or pointed style. This dissimilarity of style in the parts of the church seems to argue a different era in the time of their construction: and it is thought that it was successively erected in the reigns of Henry I., Edward I., and Henry III.

The dimensions of this church are large the length from the west door to the high altar is 411 feet, and then into the east end of the Lady Chapel 189 feet; in all 600 feet. The breadth of the transept is nearly 32 feet, its extreme length 174 feet. The nave with its aisles is 74 feet and a half broad.

Humphrey Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester, was buried in this church, though his remains were not discovered until towards the close of the seventeenth century, when some workmen digging a vault, struck against a small stone staircase of four or five steps, which on examination, was found to lead to a more ancient vault. In this vault they found a leaden coffin, containing the Duke's body, embalmed in a liquor of a brown colour. In consequence of this, the staircase with the vault and all its contents were opened to the view of the public, and a trap door being placed over it, "Duke Humphrey's Vault in St. Albans' Abbey," became a mine of wealth to the parish clerk for a long series of years, until, at length the embalming liquor became exhausted, by exposure to the air, and all the bones of the skeleton were either mouldered into dust or carried away. High on the wall that closes the south aisle, and near the shrine of St. Alban, are the Duke's arms surmounted by a coronet, and beneath an appropriate inscription.

The view of St. Albans is copied from an ancient drawing by Levens a disciple of Rembrandt.