did picture of the Kemble family, in the characters of Katherine, King Henry, Wolsey, &c. which was exhibited at Somerset House, and excited universal admiration. Mr. Harlow also obtained a wellearned and high reputation, by his small portraits. His talents seemed to be unbounded, and with the exception of landscape, there was not, we believe, any department of the art in which he did not excel. During his whole life, it was Mr. Harlow's custom to sketch at the moment every thought that occurred to him, and seemed deserving of being so embodied; he thus accumulated portfolios of treasures, the materials for almost every emergency. A practice of collecting and, as it were, realizing ideas in this way, cannot be too much recommended, either to artists or authors.

*6. 1800.-ROBERT GLYNN CLOBURY, M.D. DIED,

ÆT. 82.

He was the author of the Seatonian Prize Poem on The Day of Judgment, in the year 1757, one of the best Poems, if not the very best, which that foundation has produced. The best are considered to be Dr. Glynn's for sublimity; Bp. Porteus's, on Death, for its elegance and piety; and Dr. Hey's, on Redemption, for its sound divinity. At his death a most distinguished and unprecedented mark of respect was paid to his memory by the University of Cambridge. A considerable body of its members, to the number of seventy, consisting of noblemen, heads of houses, and members of the Senate, accompanied the Vice-chancellor to St. Mary's Church in the morning, where an appropriate sermon was preached on the occasion by the Rev. J. H. Michell, Fellow of King's College.

He was a strenuous advocate for the genuineness of Rowley's Poems, and distinguished for his great benevolence of character, both to the higher and lower classes. We have seen a story in verse, too long for a place in this Diary, which relates, that a

poor woman, to whom he had given both advice and medicine, and money, during the sickness of herself and two children, wishing to show him some mark of gratitude, brought, as a present, a magpie, which was a favourite with them all, in a large awkward wooden cage. The Doctor, pleased with the woman's unaffected gratitude, and being unwilling either to accept or refuse it, desired her to take it home and keep it for him, and he would pay her half a crown a week for its keep and her trouble.

*9. 1636.—PHILEMON HOLLAND DIED, ET. 85.

He was the translator-general of his age, and the first that rendered Camden into English. He was taught the first rudiments of learning at the Grammar School at Chelmsford, and was then sent to Trinity College, Cambridge; in which he was afterwards advanced to a fellowship. Removing from the University, he settled at Coventry, where he became head master of the Royal Free School, and retained that situation many years. Here also he commenced Physician, but his celebrity appears to have arisen more from the number of learned works which he translated, than from either his scholastic or medicinal profession. Among his translations are Livy, Pliny's Natural History, Plutarch's Morals, Suetonius, Ammianus Marcellinus, Xenophon's Cyropædia, and the Britannia: to the latter he also made various additions. He was indefatigable in study, and of a comprehensive, well-informed judgment; though his style is somewhat tinctured with the conceits and quaintness of his age. The following epigram is attributed to him, and said to have been made on writing a large folio volume with a single pen:

With one sole pen I wrote this book,

Made of a grey-goose quill;

A pen it was when I it took,

A pen I leave it still.

14. SAINT VALENTINE.

Valentine was an antient presbyter of the church : after a year's imprisonment at Rome he was beaten with clubs, and then beheaded, in the Via Flaminia, about the year 270, under Claudius II. The modern celebration of this day, with young persons, is well known. See T. T. for 1814, p. 32 and p. 33, note,' for an elegant jeu d'esprit on this subject; T. T. for 1815, p. 52; and T. T. for 1817, p. 40.

The day St. Valentine,

When maids are brisk, and at the break of day,
Start up and turn their pillows, curious all
To know what happy swain the fates provide
A mate for life. Then follows quick discharge
Of true-love knots, and sonnets nicely penned,
But, to the learned critic's eye, no verse
But prose distracted.

HURDIS.

*14. 1819.-JOHN SACCHEOUS DIED, ET. 22, The Esquimaux who accompanied Captain Ross's Expedition to the North Pole, and who was found of such essential service in communicating with the natives of these frozen regions. On his return, the Lords of the Admiralty were so well satisfied with his conduct and services, and so sensible of the importance of employing him as an interpreter to the next expedition, that they desired he might be well taken care of, and liberally instructed in reading, writing and drawing. He was sent to Edinburgh at his own request, to see his good friends Captain Hall and Mr. Nasmyth, the latter of whom, together with his family, took the warmest interest in his improvement: the more this amiable man was known, the more his acquaintance was sought; on his part, he found great delight in society.

In the midst of his happiness, however, he was seized with an inflammatory complaint, from which he in a great measure recovered; but a relapse occurring, he was carried off in a few days. He had

the best medical advice, and was attended by his friends during his illness with the most anxious

care.

The utmost good humour was strongly expressed in the countenance of this inoffensive man, and he possessed a pleasing simplicity of manners. Sensible of his own ignorance, he was always desirous of learning something, and grateful to those who would take the trouble to teach him. He was exceedingly struck with the docility of the elephant at Exeter 'Change, and being asked what he thought of it, he replied with a look of deep humilityElephant more sense me.' His disposition was gentle and obliging; he was thankful for the least kindness shown to him: and, upon several occasions, exhibited a goodness of heart, and a consideration for the wishes and feelings of others, which would have done honour to any country. His fondness for and kindness to children was very striking. On a snowy day, he met two children at some distance from Leith, and observing them to be suffering from the cold, he took off his jacket, and having carefully wrapped them in it, brought them safely home; he would take no reward, and seemed to be quite unconscious that he had been doing any thing remarkable. He was perfectly sensible of his approaching end, thanked his friends around him for all their kindness and attention, but said it was of no avail, for his sister had appeared to him and called him away. The writer of the narrative from which this is taken, says he was unaffectedly pious; and having been early instructed in the Christian faith, continued to derive support and consolation from this source to the last hour of his life. He held in his hand an Icelandic catechism till his strength and sight failed him, when the book dropped from his grasp, and he shortly afterwards expired. He was followed to the grave by a numerous company, among whom

were not only his old friends and patrons from Leith, but many gentlemen of high respectability in Edinburgh'.

*15.-LUPERCALIA, or the FESTIVAL OF PAN.

It was usual first to sacrifice two goats and a dog, and to touch with a bloody knife the foreheads of two illustrious youths, who were always obliged to smile when they were touched. The blood was wiped away with soft wool dipped in milk. After this, the skins of the victims were cut into thongs with which whips were made for the youths, who ran about the streets lashing every one they met. It was celebrated at Rome, notwithstanding its scandalous indecencies, till near five hundred years after the birth of Christ, when it was abolished by Pope Gelasus.

*17. 1817.-HERBERT KNOWLES Died, Æt. 19.

The following touching lines, written by him in Richmond churchyard, in Yorkshire, will plainly evince that the premature death of this amiable young man has robbed his country of one who bad fair to place himself among the foremost of its poetical ornaments.

'It is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three Tabernacles, one for Thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.' --Matt. xvii, 4.

Methinks it is good to be here:

If thou wilt, let us build: but for whom?

Nor Elias nor Moses appear,

But the shadows of eve that encompass the gloom,
The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb.

Shall we build to Ambition? Oh, no!

Affrighted he shrinketh away:

For see, they would pin him below,

In a small narrow cave, and begirt with cold clay,
To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey.

To Beauty? Ah, no! she forgets

The charms which she wielded before;

Nor knows the foul worm that he frets

See Quarterly Review, vol. xxi, p. 218; and Blackwood's Maga

zine, vol. iv, p. 656, for other particulars of Saccheous.