of these fascinating productions ? They are such as of England's lovely women, who generally congreall, imbued with even a moderate degree of laste and gated together at an early breakfast, or what with feeling, must respond to. But there is another poem them was considered an early breakfast, between ten of Gray's, less read, perhaps, than these, but which, and eleven o'clock! The meet took place at the house from its humor and arch playful style, is apt to make of Lord Hawke, in Portman Square. His lordship a strong and lasting impression on an enthusiastic was high admiral, or president, Sir Bellingham Grajuvenile mind. It opens so abruptly and oddly, ham, whipper-in-and courteously and cleverly did that attention is bespoke from the first line. It is Sir Bellingham (or Bellinjim, as it is pronounced) perentitled " A Long Story."

form his delicate duty. When each driver mounted In Britain's isle--no matter where

his box, after handing in the ladies, it was wonderíu! An ancieni pile of building stands :

to observe with what dexterity, case, and order, all The lluntingdons and Hallons there Employed the power of fairy hands

wheeled into line, when the leader, with a flourisho To raise the ceilings fretted height,

his long whip-being the signal for which all were Each panel in achievements clothing, Rich windows, that exclude the light,

watching-led off the splendid array. And passages, that lead to nothing.

It was a gay sight to witness the start, as they This poem, teeming with qua int humor, contains one swept round the square—for the horses were one hundred and forty-four lines, beside, as it says, “two and all of pure blood, and unparalleled for beauty, thousand which are lost!"

symmetry, and speed. Extreme admiration of the poems of Gray had been To one unaccustomed to such a sight, it might apexcited in the writer's mind even when a schoolboy: pear somewhat dangerous. The fiery impatience of In after years, whilst occupying chambers in the the horses-their pawing and champing, the tossing Temple, he first became aware that the scenery so of their beautiful heads, and the swan-like curving of exquisitely described in the Elegy, and the "ancient their glittering, sleek necks, until they were fairly pile” of building, so graphically delineated in the Long formed into order-at which time they knew just as Story, were both within a few hours' ride of London, well as their owners that the play was going to and adjoining each other.

begin. But it was perfectly delightful to observe the Until about the year 1815 he had constantly sup- graceful manner in which each pair laid their small posed that the Country Church-yard was altogether an heads and ears together when fairly under way. imaginary conception, and that the ancient mansion beating time with their highly polished hooss-pat, of the lIuntingdons was far away, somewhere in the pat, pat, pat, as true as the most disciplined regiment midland counties; but when fully aware of the true marching to a soul-stirring quick step, or a troupe o localities, he was almost mad with impatience, until, well-trained ballet girls, bounding across the stage of on a Saturday afternoon, he could get relieved from the Italian Opera. the turmoil of business, to fly to scenes hallowed by When fairly off and skimming along the road, it recollections of the halcyon days of youthful aspira- was, perhaps, as animating a show as London ever tions of hope, and love, and innocence—and sweetly witnessed since its palmiest days of tilt and tournsand fresh do such reminiscences still float in his ment. I say nothing of the ladies, their commingled memory.

charms, or gorgeous attire; I only noticed that during About the period in question, there was a club in the gayety in the square, previous to starting, their London, formed of about twenty or thirty of the most recognition of each other, and the beaux of their searistocratic of the young nobility, possessed of more quaintance, there were plenty of wealth than wisdom. They gave themselves the

"Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, name of the Whip Club, because each member drove

Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, his own team of four horses. The chief tutor of

And love to live in dimples sleek." these titled Jehu's in the art and mystery of driving, This celebrated club congregated every fortnight, was no less a personage than the celebrated Tom during the gay season of May and June, and spent Moody, driver of the Windsor Coach, and by that the day at the residence of one of their number, crack coach it was intended to proceed as far as within twenty or thirty miles of London, returning Slough, on the intended excursion to Stoke, and then in the evening, exactly in the order they had set out. turn off to the left; but as the Whip Club, at the period Master Moody, the driver and proprietor of the fast in question, attracted a large share of public attention Windsor Coach, had, as said, been the tutor of these in the metropolis, perhaps a short notice of it may be aristocratic charioteers, who placed ilıemselves under here permitted, as it has been long since defunct, and his guardianship, and had been taught to handle “ the is never again likely to be revived, now that steam ribbons" until declared perfect in the noble science. and iron horses have taken the road.

Ile had consequently imbibed much and many of the The vehicles, horses, trappings, and gearing, were airs and graces, and manners of his pupils. the most elegant and expensive that money could Being anxious to have a ride beside this great man, command; and it was a rare thing to see upward of I was at Piccadilly long before he started, and by a twenty such equipages, which, as well as the housings pretty handsome douceur to his cad, had the supreme

of the horses, were emblazoned with heraldric de felicity of obtaining a seat on the box, and ceriainly * vices, and glittering all over with splendid silver and was well repaid for the extra expense of sitting by gold ornaments.

Corinthian Tom. The open carriages were all filled with the loveliest He was a tall fellow, and had a severely serious

face; was dressed in the extreme of driving fashion; , realized in any enthusiastic mind, the feelings of the wie delicate white kid gloves, and the tops of his children of the desert. Eshly-polished boots were white as the lily. In This first excursion to Stoke was made during the short, his whole "loggery." was faultless-a perfect month of May, when all nature is fresh and fair; the out-and-outer. He was truly a great man, or appeared guelder-roses and lilacs being in full flower, and the lo fancy himself such—for he rarely condescended to hawthorn hedges were one sheet of milky fragrance, exchange a word, except with an acquaintance, and the air was almost intoxicating, owing to the coneren then, it was with a condescending, patronizing centrated perfumes arising from fruit orchards in full ar; and he smiled as seldom as a Connecticut lawyer. blossom, and the interminable succession of flower Although sitting close by his side for twenty miles, gardens opposite every house skirting that lovely Dot one word passed between us during the whole road, the beauty of which few can conceive who journey

have not been in England; but the fresh, pure air The nags driven by this proud fellow were as on the Heath, infused a new feeling, a realizasplendid as himself; finer cattle never flew over tion of unalloyed happiness; we were rapidly LỊrom Iwns, the Heath of Ascot, or Doncaster hastening toward scenes for which the soul was Curse-pure blocks, every one of them, and such as yearning, and hope, bright, young hope, lent wings night iure served Guido as models for his famous and a charm to every object, animate and infresco of the chariot of Apollo; but Guido's steeds, animate. a'though they are represented tearing away furiously, The usual relay of fresh horses were in waiting at are lubber's drays, compared with the slim, graceful, Cranburn Bridge, and the reeking bloods were infeel stars of Tom Moody.

stantly changed for others, not a whit less spirited When the cad gave the word_" all right," Tom than their released compeers. Away went Moody, started then with his short, -hrill "it'chit, tochit," anda and away went Moody's fiery steeds. In a very crack of his two-fathum whip right over the ears of the short time we passed, at a few miles on the hither Leaders, as loud as the report of a pistol. They sprang side of Slough, the “ivy-mantled tower" of Upton (zward with a maddening energy, almost terrifying; Church, which, but for one or two small, square but the coach was hung and balanced with such pre-openings in it, may be mistaken for a gigantic bush, cision, and the Windsor road kept in the finest order or unshapely tree of evergreen ivy. u royalty, there was no jumping or jolting, it glided Arriving at Slough, I bade adieu to Master Moody; along as smothy as if it had been running on rails. I the forty feet telescope of Herschel, with its comA proud man was Master Moody; not so much of plicated frame-work and machinery, attracting only himself, perhaps, or of his glossy, broad-brimmed I a few minutes attention. The road leading up 10 hearer, and broadcloth “upper Benjamin,” or the ! Stoke Green is one of those beautiful lanes so exdashing silk tie around his neck, but of his beautiful quisitely described by Gilbert White, in his History nags-and he had reason, for there was not an equip- ! of Selborne, or still more graphically portrayed by are on the road, from the ducal chariot to the dandy Miss Mitford, in her Tales of our Village. Stoke tandem, to which he did not give the go-by like Green lies to the right of this lane, and at the distance lightning.

of one or two fields further on, there is a stile in the The rapidity of the movement, and the beauty of corner of one of them, on the left, where a foot-path the animals, produced an excitement sufficient to crosses diagonally. In going through a gap in the enable one to appreciate the rapture of the Arab, as hedge, you catch the first peep of the spire of Stoke seties orer the desert on his beloved barb, enjoying, Church. After passing the field, you come to a narrow feeling, exulting in liberty, sweet, intoxicating, un- lane, overhung with hawthorns; it leads from Saltbounded liberiy, with the whole wilderness for a Ilill to the village of West-End Stoke. Keeping bone.

along the lane a short way, and passing through a Sume such feelings took possession of me, as the small gate on the top of the bank, you at once enter well-pized machine shot along. Quick as thought the domain of Stoke Park, and are admitted to a full we threaded Kensington High street, skirted the wall view of the church, which stands at a short distance, of Lind Holland's park, just catching, like the twinkle but almost immediately within the gate, are parca sunbeam, a giimpse of the antique turrets of that ticularly struck by the appearance of a grand sarcocassic fane peeping through the trees, as we passed phagus, erected by Mr. Penn to the memory of Gray; be centre avenue.

in the year 1779. It is a lofty structure, in the purest We speedily reached Hammersmith and Turnham style of architecture; ard a tolerable idea of it, and Green, and then passed Sion Iloure and park, the the surrounding scenery, may be obtained from the pracr'y residence of the Duke of Northumberland, cut at the head of this article, which has been executed en da-hed through the strageling old town of Lrent from a drawing made on the spot. The inscription cord. The intervening fields and openings into the and quotations following are on the several sides of iand-cape affording enchanting prospects before enter the pedestal. It is needless to say they are from the ing on I lounslow Heath, when the horses having got Elegy, and Ode to Eton College--the latter poem warm, the driver gave them full head, and the vehicle being unquestionably written from this very spoi; attained a speed truly exhilarating.

and Mr. Peon has exhibited the finest taste in their The increased momentum, and the extensive selection. prairie-like expanse of Hounslow Heath, would have On the end facing Mr. Penn's house





devout Catholic approaching the shrine of his patron saint.

Long was it gazed upon, and frequently was the inscription read, and the following cut exhibits the coat of arms and inscriptions on the blue marble tabular stone, as they were carefully drawn and copied, that very evening :



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On the side looking toward Windsor-
Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove;
Now drooping, woful wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill,
Along the heath, and near his fav’rile tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.
On the end facing Stoke Palace-

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,

That crown the wat’ry glade,
Ah ! happy hills! Ah, pleasing shade!

Ah ! fields belov'd in vain!
Where once my careless childhood strayed,

A stranger yet to pain!

I feel the gales ihai from ye blow,
A momentary bliss bestow.


MARY ANTROBUS, On the west side, looking toward the church-yard

SHE DIED UNMARRIED, NOVEMBER 5TH, 1749, Beneath these rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,

AGED 66.
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap,
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour-

The paths of glory lead but to the

DOROTHY GRAY, This noble monument is erected on a beautiful

WIDOW, THE CAREFUL TENDER MOTHER green mound, and is surrounded with flowers. It is


HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO SURVIVE HER. protected by a deep trench, in the bottom of which is a palisade; but the inclosure may be entered by

SHE DIED MARCH 1174, 1753, application at one of Mr. Penn's pretty entrance

AGED 67. lodges, which is close by. The prospects from this It was a soft, balmy evening; "every leaf was at part of the park are surpassingly beautiful, particu- rest;" the deer in the park had betaken themselves larly looking toward the distant spires and antique to their favorite haunts, under the wide-spreading towers" of Eton and Windsor.

boughs of ancient oaks and elms, and were reposing It may be worth while here to remark, that the in happy security. church and church-yard of Stoke is surrounded by

The long continued twilight of England was Mr. Penn's property, or more properly speaking his gathering in, and I still lingered in the consecrated park.

inclosure, fascinated with the unmistakable antiquity Coming upon the beautiful monument quite unex- of the church, which, although small as compared pectedly, was not likely to diminish the enthusiasm with many others, is eminently romantic, and I canpreviously entertained; and before proceeding to the not better describe the scene, and the feelings imchurch-yard, it was impossible to resist the impulse pressed at the moment, than in the words of one of making a rapid memorandum sketch of it. In equally near as dearafter years, it was carefully and correctly drawn in

" A holy spell pervades thy gloom,

A silent charm breathes all around; all its aspects. Proceeding along “the church way And the dread stillness of the tomb path” into the church-yard, where in reality “rests

Reigns o'er thy hallowed haunted ground." his head upon the lap of earth," the tomb-stone of the It may be proper to mention that the poem from admired and beloved poet was soon found. It is at which this is extracted, is descriptive of Haddon the east end of the church, nearly under a window. Ilall, one of the most ancient and perfect specimens

Persons of a cold temperament, and not imbued of the pure Gothic in England. The poem appeared with the love of poetry, may perhaps sinile when it in one of the English Annuals. is admitted, that the approach to that tomb was made At peace with all the world, and filled with emowith steps as slow and reverential as those of any Itions of true and sincere gratitude to the Giver of all good, for the pure happiness then enjoyed, I sank | where the “rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep,” down by the tomb-stone, overpowered with venera- and where also “their name and years are spelt by tion, and breathed fervent thanks to Illy who refuses th' unlettered muse.” A singular error in spelling not the offering of a humble and contrite heart. the name of one of those humble persons, was how

This narrative is meant to be a faithful and honest ever committed by the poet himself in his “Long representation of facts and circumstances that actu- Story,” very pardonable in him, however, as the ally occurred, and it is firmly believed that none can party was then alive; but that the error should have stray into an ancient secluded country church-yard, been perpetuated in ALL EDITIONs save one, down 10 during the decline of day, without deeply meditating that entitled “The Eton," being printed there, and on those who for ages have slept below, and where edited by a reverend clergyman resident in the colALL must soon sleep, without feeling true devotion, lege, is somewhat singular; moreover the second and forming resolves for future and amended conduct. edition of the Eton Gray appeared this very year,

Slowly quitting the church-yard, and approaching and the error remains, although the name is correctly the elevated monument, now become almost sublime given on the grave-stone. The excepted edition, in as the shades of evening rendered dim its classic out- which alone it is correctly given, was published in line, it was impossible to avoid lingering some time 1821, and edited by the present writer for his friend longer beside it, recalling various passages of the Mr. John Sharpe. The circunstance will be noticed Elegy appropriate to the occasion; the landscape presently. was indeed “glimmering on the sight,” and there The Elegy of Gray was evidently written under was a "solemn stillness in the air,” well befitting the the influence of strong feeling, and vivid impressions occasion; more particularly appropriate was that of the beautiful in the scenery around him, and when fine stanza, which, although written by Gray, is his sensitive mind was overspread with melancholy, omitted in all editions of the Elegy except the one in consequence of the death of his young, amiable hereafter noticed, in where it was re-incorporated by and accomplished friend West, to whom, in June, the editor, [the present writer,] in consequence of a 1742, he addressed his lovely Ode to Spring, which suggestion kindly offered in a letter from Granville was written at Stoke; but before it reached his friend Penn, Esq., then residing with his brother at Stoke he was numbered with the dead! So true was the Park.

friendship subsisting between them, that the poet of Hark! how the sacred calm that breathes around Stoke was overpowered with a melancholy which, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease;

although subdued, lasted during a great part of his In still small accents whispering from the ground, A grateful earnest of elernal peace.

life. The Elegy is undoubtedly the most popular poem

The scenes amid which the Elegy was composed in the English language; it was translated into that

were well adapted to soothe and cherish that contemof every country in Europe, besides Latin and Greek. plative sadness which, when the wounds of grief are It has been more frequently, elaborately and expen- did indulge them is self-evident in many a line.

healing, it is a luxury to indulge, and that the poet sively illustrated with pictorial embellishments. The autograph copy of it, in the poet's small, neat hand,

In returning to Stoke Green to spend the night, written on two small half sheets of paper, was sold

some of the rustic peasantry were wending their way last year for no less than one hundred pounds ster- down the lane to the same place, but none of these ling; and the spirited purchaser was most appropri- of him whose fame and works had induced the pil

simple people, although questioned, could tell aught ately the proprietor of Stoke Park, Granville John Penn, Esq., who at the same sale gave forty-five grimage to Stoke; neither did better success attend pounds for the autograph copy of The Long Story, any succeeding inquiry at the village. So univerand one hundred and five pounds for the Odes; sally true is that scriptural saying, like all the saywhilst another gentleman gave forty pounds for two ings of Him who uttered it, that a prophet is not short poems and a letter from the illustrious poet on

without honor, save in his own country and in his the death of his father.

own house. The truthfulness of the pictures presented to the

Retiring to rest early, with a full determination to imagination in the Elegy could not be denied, for do that which had often been resolved but never acthere, on the very spot where, beyond all question, it complished, that is, to rise with the dawn; the resowas composed, and after a lapse of nearly one hun. lution had nearly defeated the purpose, inasmuch as dred years, the images which impressed the mind of the mind being surcharged with the past and the exthe inspired poet came fresh at every turn. It is true pected, there was little inclination to sleep until after the curfew did not toll, but the "lowing herd” were midnight. But a full and fixed determination of the as distinctly audible as the beetle wheeling his will overcomes greater difficulties, and the first streak droning flight. The yew tree's shade—that identical of light at break of day found me up and dressed, and tree, to which, to a moral certainty, the poet had refer- of a truth ence--is represented in the cut, in the corner of the Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, inclosure, as distinctly as the smallness of the scale

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. admitted, underneath its shade the “ turf lies in many The dawn was most lovely, and the perfume from a mouldering heap," and the "rugged elms” are out the hawthorns delicious; every thing indicated a side the inclosure, but their outstretched arms over- beautiful day. The sarcophagus stands on the most spread many a narrow cell and frail memorial,” | elevated spot, and there, where probably in days long past the poet had watched the rising of the sun, did I, Mr. Osborne's offer was courteously made, and the a humble pilgrim at his shrine, await the same sub- consequence was that many visits to Sioke afterward Time spectacle.

took place, and the whole of the intere ting scenery As if to gratify a long cherished desire, the sun did carefully sketched. Ile kindly pointed out all thui rise with a splendor impossible to be exceeded, and was most worthy of attention about the estate and the following lines, by an anonymous author, imme- neighborhood, and made tender of his company to diately recurred to memory:

visit West-End, and show the house which Gray, O who can paint the rapture of the soul,

and his mother and aunt had for many years occuAs o'er the scene the sun first steals to sight, And all the world of vapors as they roll,

pied. The proprietor he said was Captain Salter, in And heaven's vast arch unveils in living light. whose family it had remained for a great many geneTo witness the break of day in the country is in- rations. Latterly the house has been purchased, endeed a luxury to which the inbabitants of cities are larged, and put into complete repair by Mr. Gradstrangers. As the sun rose from the horizon, his in- ville John Penn, the present proprietor, nephew of creasing light brought into view myriads of dew- John Penn, Esq., who died in June, 1831. After “a drops on every bud and blossom, which glittered and hasty” breakfast at Stoke Green, the church-yard was shone like diamonds. The sky-larks began to rise again visited, and there was not a grave-stone in it from their grassy beds among the daisies, ascending which was not examined and read. The error forin circles to the clouds, and caroling a music which merly alluded to was immediately detected. The is almost heavenly to hear. The deer also were get- passages in the Long Story, describing the mock ting up from their shadowy lair under the trees, and trial at the “Great House," before Lady Cobbam, the young fawns sprung away and took to flight as I may be worth transcribing. passed a herd, under a clunup of beeches, in order to Fame, in the shape of Mr. Puri,* obtain a view of the ancient mansion. In approach

(By this time all the parish know it,)

Had told that thereabouts there lurked ing it, a sound, familiar indeed but far from musical,

A wicked imp they call a poet:

Who prowled the country far and near, struck the ear, and added another proof and a fresh

Bewitched the children of the peasants, charm to the fidelity of the picture drawn by the Dried up the cows and lamed the deer, poet. The swallows were merrily "twittering"

And sucked the eggs and killed the pheasants. about the gable-ends, and it did the heart good to The court was sat, the culprit ibere, stand watching the probable successors of those

Forih from their gloomy mansions creeping,

The Lady Janes and Joans repair, active little visiters, whose predecessors had possibly

And from the gallery stand peeping: attracted the notice of the bard. It is well known

Such in the silence of ihe night

Come (sweep) along some winding entry, that these birds, like the orchard oriole, return year (Siyack has often seen the sighi,) after year to the same house, and haunt where they

Ór at the chapel-door stand sentry:

In peaked hoods and mantles tarnished had previously reared their young. *

Sour visuges enough to scare ye,
A strong and perhaps natural desire to inspect the High dames of honor once who garnished

The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary.
interior of all that remained of the ancient mansion
of the IIuntingdons and lattons was defeated, inas- The hard with many an artful fib

Had in imagination fenced him, much as it was found barricaded. Imagination had

Disproved the arguinents of Squib been busy for many a year, in respect to its great hall And all that Groom could urge against him. and gallery, its rich windows “and passages that

Finding on the stone alluded to, that it was to the lead to nothing;” but as access to the interior was denied, the sketch-book was put in requisition, and occurred that this was the Siyack of the poem, where

memory of Mrs. Ann Tyacke, who died in 1753, it an accurate view soon secured.

a foot-note in a copy then and there consulted, stated Observing at some distance, through a vista among

her to have been the housekeeper; and on inquiring the trees, a lofty pillar with a statue on its summit, of Mr. Osborne, be confirmed the conjecture. Two and proceeding thither, it was found to be another

other foot-notes state Squib to have been groom of those splendid ornaments with which the taste and the chamber, and that Groom was steward; but findliberality of the proprietor had adorned his park, be- ing another head-stone (both are represented in the ing erected to the memory of Sir Edward Coke, large wood-cut, although not exactly in the situations whose statue it was which surmounted the capital. they occupy in the church-yard) close to ihat of Mrs. Whilst engaged in sketching this truly classic object, Tvacke, to the memory of William Groom, who died a gentleman approached, who introduced himself as Mr. Osborne, the superintendent of the demesne. Ile 1751, it appears to offer evidence that Gray mistook expressed pleasure at seeing the sketches, and politely Eton edition has not a single foot-note from beginning

the name of the one for the office of the other. Tbe offered every facility for making such, but hinted that

to end of the volume. It is dedicated to Mr. Gran Mr. Penn had scruples, and very proper ones, about ville John Penn, and his " kind assistance during the strangers approaching too near the house on the Sabbath day, to make sketches of objects in its vicinity. illustrations, and in the biographical sketch, notwith

progress of the work" acknowledged, both in its * A pair of Baltimore birds (the orchard oriole) returned summer after suminer, and built their hanging' nest, non * In all editions but that published by Mr. John Sharpe only in the same apple-tree, but on the same bough, which the initial only of this name has been given-" Mr P.' overhung a terrace, in a garden belonging to the writer at even the Elon edition of this year has ii so. It seeins fully Geneva. New York, until one season a terrific storm, not to continue what may have been very proper nearly a hunof hail but ice, tore the nest from the tree, and killed the dred years ago, when the individual was alive, but the young, and the parent birds never afterward returned. Rev. Robert Puri died in April, 1752!

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