"to call on you during your consulship, but night overtook me on the road."—Ibid. Revilius Caninius, during the same period, was consul but one day. "Revilius," observed Cicero, "has gained something by his election; namely, that it may be inquired under what consuls he was consul."-Ibid. He also remarked, on the same occasion, "We have had a wakeful consul, for he has taken no sleep during his whole consulate." -Ibid. Calvus heard a bad orator make a short speech." He has said little," said he, "but enough for his cause." [An ambiguity, like the remark of Nero on his slave; for the same might be said of the short speech of a good orator.]-Cic. De Orat. ii. 61. Titius, a constant player at ball, was sus pected of mutilating the statues in the temples of the gods at night. One day he did not come to play as usual, when his companions inquired what was become of him. "He may be excused for not attending," said Vespa Terentius, "for he has broken an arm."-Cic. De Orat. ii. 62. One of Crassus, the orator's, clients said to him, that he hoped not to be troublesome if he came to him in the morning before daylight. "Very well," replied Crassus." Will you order yourself, then," said the man," to be called?"-" I understood," retorted Cras"that you hoped not to be troublesome." -Ibid. c. 64. sus, Cato the censor, in discharging the duties of his office, asking Lucius Porcius Nasica whether he was married, put to him the usual question, "Ex tui animi sententia have you a wife?"-"No," replied he, "I have not a wife ex animi mei sententiá."— Ibid. c. 65. In a certain cause, Crassus the orator was engaged on one side, and Helvius Lama on the other. Lama, who was very deformed, interrupted Crassus several times whilst he was speaking. Crassus, at last, provoked by his impertinence, stopped, and said, "Let us hear what the handsome youth has to say." The audience laughing, "I could not," says Lama, "improve my figure, though I could .""Let us here then," my understanding.". rejoined Crassus, "the man of improved understanding." This retort caused a greater laugh.- Ibid. In the civil war between Cæsar and Pompey, Cicero adhered to the latter, though he greatly disliked his irresolution and want of activity. Wishing to let Pompey know what he thought of his supineness, he one day said to him," I know from whom I should flee, but I know not whom I should follow." Macrob. Sat. ii. 3. "I can When he joined the camp of Pompey, he was reproached with coming late. not think that I am late," said he, "for I see nothing ready?"-Ibid. Pompey having presented a Gaul with the freedom of the city of Rome, "The worthy man," said Cicero, "gives the freedom of a foreign city to Gauls, when he cannot secure his countrymen the freedom of their own.”Ibid. It was on account of such jokes as this, that Pompey said of Cicero, "I wish that he would go over to the enemy, for he would perhaps then have some fear of me."—Ibid. A soldier of Augustus, who had been struck with a stone on the forehead, and had a large scar on the place, was one day boasting immoderately of his exploits against the enemy: "But when you run away," said Augustus, who overheard him, " you should remember not to look behind you.”—Macrob. Sat. ii. 4. Ar a meeting of the Royal Medical and Chi-, rurgical Society, on the 8th January last, a letter was read, stating that Mr. G. Smith, of John-street, Oxford-street, had obtained a patent for an improved process for embalming and preserving subjects for anatomical purposes; for which M. Gannal, the eminent French chymist, has also taken one. out in Paris. It went on to detail some cu-.. rious experiments which had been made by Mr. G. Smith, at his theatre of anatomy in Little Windmill-street, to show the preservative qualities of a fluid which he believed entirely prevented the ordinary effects of putrefaction in animal bodies after death, and invited the fellows to view the body of a man, who died on the 5th, and was einbalmed on the 9th of November. This communication was accompanied by several specimens of birds-a large Dorking fowl, a pheasant, and a pigeon-which had been subjected to the process, and which were found, at the end of more than two months, in a very extraordinary state of preservation, the flesh being perfectly soft and elastic, and not the slightest smell or taint discoverable, although no care had been taken to empty the crops of half digested food, nor the intestines of feculent matter; nor had the birds been kept otherwise than freely exposed to the air of a common room with a fire in it. Mr. G. Smith detailed the particulars of the embalment, and invited the fellows to inspect the body and the preserved birds. He stated, that in about half an hour a great change came over the body; that parts which had previously been soft and relaxed became firm and hard, and that the whole body resembled wax in appearance, and was nearly as firm: no perceptible change, he said, took place, in the following three days, excepting that certain green marks on the neck and abdomen gradually disappeared. Dr. Merriman stated that he had seen the body, and expressed his satisfaction at the great effect, and the simplicity of the process. He said he had also examined the birds at Mr. Smith's house in John-street, and that no particular precaution had been taken in respect to temperature; but, on the contrary, they were kept hanging in a room with a fire in it. Several other fellows expressed their admiration at the appearance of the body, and were of opinion that the discovery deserved the immediate attention of the faculty. Times Journal. WRECK OF THE FORFARSHIRE WE witnessed with great pleasure an interesting Pictorial and Mechanical Exhibition, at the Egyptian Hall, Piccadilly, representing that terrific storm at sea, in which the Forfarshire Steamer was wrecked, and when Grace Darling and her father so gallantly rescued the sufferers from the ill-fated vessel, and landed them at the Fern Lighthouse. This exhibition is on the plan of De Loutherbourg's Eidophusicon, or a Representation of Nature, and consequently cannot be exhibited by daylight. When the curtain draws up, a view of the rugged coast is presented, with the Fern Light-house; various vessels are seen riding through the storm, and one, after firing signals of distress, sinks at length comes the Forfarshire steamer, who, after struggling in the storm, strikes against a rock, and becomes a complete wreck. It would be impossible to speak too highly of the representation of the sea, for the undulating and troubled motion of the waves are given with a fidelity never yet excelled in a mechanical exhibition: the thunder and lightning are also well managed; and the howling of the wind was astonishingly true to nature. The puppets also worked well, and performed their parts with great accuracy. Indeed the tout ensemble presented as faithful a picture of a storm at sea, as it is possible to be represented by pictorial mechanism. It certainly is well worth seeing, especially by our young friends, who will then have an idea of the perils of a sailor's life-so little heeded by landsmen; as Dibdin sings, "Ye gentlemen of England, that live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon the dangers of the seas." The Gatherer. Modesty unhurt in receiving a favour.It is related of the celebrated artist, Canova, that informed of the indigence of a poor, proud, starving, but a bad painter, that he called upon him and described a certain picture which he wished him to paint, adding, that he would give an hundred pounds for said picture, fifty of which he would advance at the commencement. This method he. adopted to supply the wants of a starving family, because he knew that the painter was. so proud, that he would not have accepted of the money as a charitable donation. Unquestionably, the charity was enhanced in value by the mode in which it was granted., An example worthy of imitation. The perfection of Wisdom.-The great physician Galen, merely upon the contemplation of so exact and so perfect a structure as the human body, challenged any one upon an hundred years' study, to find how any of the least fibre, or the most minute particle, might be more commodiously placed either, for the advantage of use or of comeliness. obscurity are the parents of vigilance and Revolutions of human life:-Indigence and economy-vigilance and economy, of riches and honour-riches and honour, of pride and luxury-pride and luxury, of impurity and idleness-impurity and idleness, of indigence and obscurity. Royal Cock-crower.-There was an officer whose employment it was to go the rounds as a watchman, but to crow like a cock. the cock ceased to crow, for his majesty disUpon the accession of George the Second, liked the practice. Elder Brother.-An elder brother is one who makes haste to come into the world, to bring his parents the first news of male posterity, and is well rewarded for his joyful tidings. A Sword.-A Quaker happening to be in that his sword was very troublesome. All a stage-coach along with an officer, observed, mine enemies are of the samé opinion, replied the officer. A prudent hint.-The celebrated Fontenelle lived to the advanced age of near an hundred years, and even at that age could give singular ebullitions of wit. A lady of nearly the same age said to him one day, in a large company, Monsieur, you and I stay here so long, I have a notion death has forgotten us."-" Speak as softly as you can, madam," replied the veteran, "lest you should remind him of us." Intemperance. The vine produces three kinds of grapes. The first pleasure, the se. cond intoxication, and the third repentance. LONDON: Printed and published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, (near Somerset House); and sold hy all Booksellers and Newsmen-In PARIS, by al the Booksellers.-In FRANCFORT, CHARLES JUGEL. WHARFDALE, IN YORKSHIRE. To the Editor of the Mirror. SIR,-Much has been said and written of the Valley of the Wye, in Monmouthshire. I have visited it, and explored every nook and corner there; and though it is well deserving of all the praises that have been lavished upon it, still, in my opinion, it is in every respect inferior, in picturesque beauty and sublimity, to Wharfdale. The Valley of Wye has certainly in one part of it a fine sea-view, which Wharfdale has not; but, with this excep. tion, what is there in the one that the other does not possess, and in a superior degree? Wye has its hills-its beautiful green-wooded hills-so has Wharf, and its mountains too! Wye has its Windcliff wood-Wharf has its old ancestral forest of Bolton, and its Grasswood. Wye has its Tintern--Wharf has its Bolton and Barden. Then look at the two streams! Wye, a dull sluggish stream, resembling a Dutch canal-Wharf, a wild-foaming mountain torrent, now dashing amid rocks, now flowing on with waves of proverbial crystal. Now that railway communication is so increasing the facility of access, let me indulge the hope that Wharfdale will attract more tourists than it has hitherto done-one particular portion has certainly had its fair share of visiters, I allude to Bolton, (an account of which 1 perceive in your number 923;) but visiting Bolton, its abbey, and woods, is not seeing Wharfdale. I intend this communication more for the pedestrian, than any other description of tourist; and my recommendation to him is, if he has travelled from the south, to see the lakes of Westmoreland, &c., to proceed from Leeds to Otley, and there commence the tour of Wharfdale, taking care not to quit the valley till he has reached its termination at Hubberholme. Several works have been published on the scenery of Wharfdale; and there is one in particular, published at Otley, which gives a good description of the country between Otley and Bolton Abbey. I may here remark, that I have lately met with a work by Mr. Montague, (a son of good old Basil Montague,) on the scenery of Craven; this is an interesting miscellany enough-what the author describes he does well, but his sins of omission are very great; and if he had submitted his MS. to some experienced datesman, a more perfect work would have been in the hands of the public; however, the traveller will find it very useful, and superior to many attempts of the same kind, some of which, and especially one called "Scenes in Craven," are most irresistibly ludicrous. The correspondent who has favoured you with the account of Bolton, has been silent on the beauties of its adjacent woods, which con stitute the chief charms of the place; they are of great extent, and kept in excellent order by his Grace the Duke of Devonshire.— Fourteen lithographic views, published by J. Scarlett Davis, and which may be had at any of the booksellers in Leeds, give a good idea of Bolton and its woodland walks. As it is my present intention to direct the tourist to the scenes beyond Bolton, I shall content myself with referring to Mr. Davis's views, and the accompanying letter-press, rather than attempt a fresh account of what has been so often described by abler hands. After quitting the woods of Bolton, the next object in Wharfdale is Barden Tower, a fine specimen of the style of domestic architecture that prevailed in the time of the Tudors. It was at this venerable fortress, that the tenth Lord de Clifford passed the greatest portion of his life; and although it may be but a vain imagining, still there is something pleasant in the idea that, probably beneath the shade of some of the still existing venerable trees of the neighbouring forest, that "peasant lord " wooed his "nut-brown maid." It was in the deep solitude of Barden that he, of whom it is truly said in the old ballad, "Westmorland was his heritage," learned to despise the pomp of greatness: here it was that he lived during the whole reign of Henry VII., devoting his time to the study of astronomy and alchemy, (for in those days the one was considered as much a science as the other,) and such lore as was then chiefly confined to the cloister; as Kennedy sings "Some said he might have been (So clerkly learned, and fraught with bookmen's arts,) A brother of the cell; but others thought The residence of the peasant lord is now a After leaving Barden, nature wears a somewhat forbidden aspeet; but the uninterestingness of the road does not continue longtherefore the tourist must not turn back, as I dare say many have done, but make for the village of Appletreewick, or, as the country folks call it, Apptrick. Near this place is the "TROLLER'S GILL," a scene as worthy of a visit as any in the dale, but which is not noticed in any of the Guide-Books that I have seen; in fact, it is a little out of the direct road; and compilers of these sort of publications are too often just enough lovers of the picturesque and romantic to visit what lies close to the turnpike-road, which they will not leave, though, by so doing, they might meet with one of Nature's grandest works. The Troller's Gill is in the Skyram pasfures, and is a wild rocky hollow in the hills, through which a noisy brawling torrent foams and dashes along; horror and savageness are the characteristics of this stupendous scene, and it is not every traveller who, if alone, would dare to explore so awful a place. The writer, whose earliest years had been passed amidst wild mountain scenery, once paid a solitary visit to the Gill; and though he explored it from beginning to end, he must confess that his heart felt lighter when he was no longer amidst the gloom of its overhanging crags, and the roar of its waters. The road from Appletreewick, up the dale to Hartlington, abounds with fine mountain views-at every step there is something to arrest the attention. At Hartlington I should advise the tourist to cross the river to Burnsall, where there is a venerable church, of the perpendiculat style of architecture. It was in this village that the founder of the noble family of Craven was born: he was the son of a peasant, who rose, by dint of honourable industry, from a parish apprentice to a respectable London merchant; whilst in the latter capacity, he became Lord Mayor, and received at the hands of his sovereign the order of knighthood; and his son John was the first Lord Craven. The good fortune of Sir William Craven did not cause him to i Forget the little ploughboy that whistled o'er the lea," His native village was still dear to him; and the parish school which he founded, and the church, which he restored at his sole cost, still remain monuments of his benevolent spirit. No less a personage than Eugene Aram was once master of the above school. I am not aware whether this fact has been alluded to in any of the biographies of that extraordinary man. While standing in the green church-yard of Burnsall, the tourist will hear a noise as if he were close to some mighty cataract. This is from "Loupscar's troubled Linn," a vortex in the Wharf, where the river is confined within a narrow rocky channel, similar to the Strid at Bolton, and forms, as Dr. Whittaker says, a scene more dreadful than pleasing, From Burnsall the traveller can proceed through Hebden; or, instead of crossing the river, he can keep on the left bank, which will bring him to the parish church of Linton. The churches in Craven are, with some exceptions, of the reign of Henry VII.-those exceptions, however, are very ancient edifices, and referrible to the earliest Norman, if not to the Saxon era. Linton church, though evidently erected at very different periods, is partly an edifice of great antiquity-some of the arches are early Norman, and as plain, rude, undecorated specimens of that style as are to be met with; other arches appear to have been erected at an early period, of the pointed style. R. B. Rampling, Esq., of Liverpool, a well-known architect, who furnished me with a drawing of the interior, remarked, in a conversation I once had with him on the antiquity of Linton church, that the existence of Norman architecture by no means proved that the edifice, or any portion of it, was of Norman erection; as, in so remote and out-of-the-way a part of the country, the style of architecture introduced by the Normans might prevail long after the Norman era-long after it was disused in more frequented places. To this remark I would merely in reply beg to say, that there is every historical reason for helieving that Linton and the other churches of Wharfdale, were origi nally chantries or cures connected with either Embsay, Bolton, Fountains, or some other abbey, and built and kept in repair by the monks of those places, (and not by the inhabitants of the adjoining villages,) who, in such erections and repairs, would adopt the style of the age in which the work was commenced; and, therefore, I cannot entertain a doubt that Linton is of very ancient foundation. Prefixed are two views of the church, one of the exterior, from a drawing by the late Edward Dixon, Esq., of Hartlepool; the other, Mr. Rampling's view of the interior, looking west: this was chosen in preference to a view of the eastern end, where some Vandal of a churchwarden has inserted above the altar a Venetian window! Of late years many churches have been built in places, and under circumstances, which rendered it desirable that economy should be studied--some of these are very strange-looking nondescript things, and show that cheapness has been procured by the sacrifice of good taste and architectural beauty. For a small village church, Linton, so far as the exterior is concerned, (save and except the Venetian window,) is a good model; and a building having such an appearance could be erected at a trifling expense. The interior would not be exactly the thing for a modern ecclesiastical structure; but a building, having the same exterior appearance, might easily be constructed, with a totally different arrangement of the interior. After leaving Linton church, there is a very unsightly object, in a huge worsted mill. Many beautiful scenes are spoilt by such ugly erections; however, I hope the time will arrive when the principles of ornamental architecture will be applied to mills, as they have already been to warehouses in London, and other large towns. There is no reason why a mill should not have as elegant an appearance as a gentleman's seat, especially as a few pounds is no object with those who build them. A few yards dista it from the |