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were the prisoner, the chaplain of the prison, A GLIMPSE OF ELIZABETHAN and the executioner. We ought to state, that

MANNERS. the van opened behind, so that it was exactly like oncarting a deer, the driver having

THEKE is, perhaps, no work which throws backed it against the steps of the guillotine.

more curious and circumstantial light on the The culprit was a fine muscular man, about

manners of Queen Elizabeth's reign, especially thirty; we thought he shuddered for an

at the concluding portion of it, than a rare instant, as he caught the first glance of the volume, by Thomas Decker, called “ Tho scaffold, but it was only for an instant; and

Guls Horne Book," which appeared in the then resuming his sell-pussession, he shook year 1609. We shall occasionally lay before his head two or three times, when his cap state of munners which cannot but be of the

our readers a few passages, illustrative of a was removed, and stared with appurent unconcern at the multitude. The morning highest interest to every Englishman. And was clear and beautiful—too fair, we thought, selecting our example at raudom, will make for a human being to leave the world by so

our first extract from a chapter, entitled, violent a death, but we hnd little time al

How a Gallant should behave himself in lowed for moralizing. He ascended the

an Ordinary." steps unaided, and took his place on the “ First, having diligently inquired out an plank, which was directly tipped up, and slid ordinary of the largest reckoning, whither horizontally under the knife. A piece of most of your courtly gallants do resort, let it pood, having a notch to correspond to the be your use to repair

thither some half hour neek of the prisoner, was then pushed down, after eleven; for then you shall find most of to prevent his drawing back his head ; and as your fashion-mongers planted in the rooin he was lying on his face, he was literally waiting for meat. Ride thither upon your looking into the box where his head. was Galloway nag, or your Spanish jennet, a swift to fall. All was now still as death; and on ambling pace, in your hose and doublet, gilt the catch being loosened, the knife fell swiftly rapier and poignard bestowed in their places, and heavily, but we could distinctly hear the and your French lackey carrying your cloak, momentary stop as it cut through the vertebræ and running before you; or rather in a coach, of the neck. An immense jet of blood imme. for that will both hide you from the basilisk diately spouted out from the divided arteries, eyes of your creditors, and outrun a whole ken-, but in an instant the body was pushed over nel of bitter-mouthed sergeants. Being ar. into the basket, as well as the box containing rived in the room, salute not any but those of the head. The scaffold was then washed your acquaintance: walk up and down by the down with pailsfull of water, and the bloody rest as scornfully and as carelessly as a genstream poured down in torrents on the pave- tleman-usher : select some friend, having first ment of the road. Next to this, the basket thrown off your cloak, to walk up and down containing the body and head were placed in the room with you ; let him be suited, if you the eart, which drove quickly off, and then can, worse by far than yourself; he will be a the crowd dispersed by degrees, appearing foil to you; and this will be a means to pub- 1 much gratified with the sight they had wit- lish your clothes better than Paul's, a tennisnessed.

court, or a playhouse : discourse as loud as you In the evening we visited the barrier again. can, no matter to what purpose; if you but All the apparatus was removed, and the ever- make a noise, and laugh in fashion, and have gay population of Paris were passing outside a good sour face to promise quarrelling, you : the gates, to enjoy themselves at the guin. shall be much observed. If you be a soldier, guettes, for it was a féte evening. But the talk how often you have been in action; as stain of blood was still in the road, and we the Portugal voyage, the Cales voyage, the became disgusted with the recollection of the Island voyage ; besides some eight or nine em.. morning's tragedy, and returned home, think- ployments in Ireland and the Low Countries: : ing that a sight like that we had witnessed, then you may discourse how hoitourably your : inured the people to deeds of cruelty, rather Grave used you, (observe that you call your than exerted any beneficial influence over Grave Maurice “ your Grave;") how often you them.

have drunk with count such-a-one, and such (The execution here described took place a count on your knees to your Grave's health; : in July, 1838. The nume of the culprit wus and let it be your virtue to give place neither Jadin, and he had been committed for mur. to S. Kynock, nor to any Dutchman whatsoever : dering a servant girl ic the Rue Croix des in the seventeen provinces, for that soldier's petits Champs, under very aggravated circum- complement of drinking. And, if you perceive stances. Since then there has been but one that the untravelled company about you tako other execution in Paris, and that was in this down well, ply them with more such stuff, December last.]

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as, how you have interpreted between the French king and a great lord of Barbary, when they have been drinking healths together: that will be an excellent occasion to publish's

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your:languages, if you have them; if notá.get whom'wàs, at the inoment, leaning gracefully some fragments of French, or small parcels of on the opposite panel, and couversing with Italian, to fling about the table; but beware some persons she had recognised in the how you speak auy Latin ihere: your ordinary crowd. “ Good morning, chere-belle,said most commonly hath no more to do with Latin, a pretty, but vain-Wokirg lady, to the female than a desperate town of garrison hath." who was leaning over the side of the carriage,

H. E. B. “ have you see my portrait ?"_“ Yes, it is

very beautiful, indeed : it is not more so than*

you, matlam;--it is you." TWO NIGHTS IN ROME.

“I beg to recommend you the artist. He (Translated from the French.)

is a charming young mana little odd-réFor the Mirror.

centric." « His name?" “ Raymond.

Adieu !- Eh! there he is, that'tall màn' on the (SECOND NIGHT.)

steps of the colonade.” On the last day of the exhibition of 1835, a As the carriage was driving off, the yoring, triple row of equipages was ranged in front lady turned for an instant to survey 'the obof the unfinished Museum of Painting in ject to which her'attention had been directeil, Parisi The privileged crowd-the artists, and Raymond saw, through t' profusion of their noble patrons, and above all, the ladies, glossy ringlets, the most angelic face that smiling, gay, and happy, thronged the door ever met his eyes, or that his glowing imagireserved for the bearers of the blue ticket, the nation had conceived; it realized alt of the precious favour of the Directors of the Royal beautiful, that the divine Raphael, his great Museum. On the steps under the colonade t, model, had embodied in his master-piece's stood two artists engaged in conversation, and “ Camille," said he, přessing his friend's observing the carriages file off before them, arm, “ I am positive this is the first time in The elder of the two, whose tall thin figure, my life that I have seen this beautiful creahigh forehead, and mustachios, à la Louis ture; and yet her glance seemed to convey to Xlll., resembled the Buckingham of Van.. me a most strange and undefinable sensation, dyke, bore in his countenance traces of that -an electric shock, as it were. And what is indescribable expression of suffering, which most strange, I seem to have experienced all deep thought and superior genius are apt to this before. This young girl, her look, the leave; when a smile played on his lips, ar carriage, and myself standing on the steps-expression of melancholy sadness was blended all this has surely occurred befote! But, no, with it; and his full dark eye betrayed some'. it must be one of those moments when the secret sorrow, which he was denied the con- remembrance of some past dream haunts the solation of imparting to his bosom friend. soul-some idle fancy of the imagination that

“ You deserve our reproaches," said his never existed." friend, a young artist, from whose button-hole About nine o'clock next morning, a cardangled a medal of merit, decorated with a riage drew up before the artist's house, in the new riband shining in all its freshness. Rue de la Rochefoucault. Raymond, in his " I deserve your reproaches !”

morning gown, and velvet cáp in hand, reYes, you, whose first youthful effort pro- .ceived, with some embarrassment, the elderly mised so much; you, in whose study I have gentleman whom he had 'seen with the beauseen such masterly sketches ; such great de tiful girl in the open carriage on the preceding signs, such exquisite copies; as to deceive the day. The stranger, evidently a man of diseye of a master, all covered with dust, and tinction, appeared to have studied the art of neglected. And what have you exhibited ? painting; he readily recognised several piconly a portrait, beautiful indeed, as one of tures by the old 'masters hanging round the Lawrence's, but still only a portrait; and after - walls of the studio; and glancing over some of all, we are indebted to the vanity of a pretty our artist's unfinished sketches, pointed out woman for it.

Ah! Raymond, -you have their beauties. robbed us of our share of your glory." The painter, observing the impression pro"Glory!" replied the painter, slowly; - I. duced on the old man by his works, dusted never cared for glory, I love the art for its own some of the frameless portraits lying about sake; mon Dieu, if I had but seen Italy ! if the room in most artist-like confusion; opened it had been my lot to wander among the trea- old portfolios long time forgotten, and, with sures of the Vatican ! O Rome! O Rome !"..a timid deference, and vanity hitherto a “But if you regret Rome, why did you leave stranger to his mind, anxiously awaited his it ?:?—“ I am a native of the cold north,” an. ' visitor's opinion. “ As far as I can judge,' swered he, smiling bitterly; "the burning said the old man, in an Italian accent, « these sun of Italy would kill me.”

beautiful sketches appear to be formed more The carriage that was passing at this in- * on the model of the old Spanish school, than stant, an open landau, stopped just before our great Italian masters. Have you ever been them. It was occupied by a inan advanced' in Rome ?"-_“I have never been in Rome or in years, and a young female, the latter of Italy," was the reply. “Ah! you are still

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'young enough to come to see us some day; you, prince," replied the painter, turning pale, you must see the Vatican, Florence, Venice. * but I cannot go--at present.”_"What In the meantime I offer you a model, such as you an admirer of art! of Raphael ! and cannot our Raphael himself never had. I wish you go to Rome! Let us see, -what can detain to take a likeness of my daughter. I reside you in Paris ?'--oh, nothing, you must go in the neighbourhood of Paris,-you will find with us, that is decided.”—“ Excuse me, sir, a studio at my house ; I shall be in town to but the thing is impossible.” returned Raymorrow, and if you are disengaged, I will take mond, with firmness. “Raymond," insisted you with me." After the old man had taken the prince," your presence is necessary to us. his leave, the artist read on the card which he We shall only remain a short time at Rome, gave him, “Prince B:trberini." The French and then we shall return to Paris to resume villa of the Roman prince was situated near our occupations.”. A beseeching glance from the small village of Issy, and with its terraces Leontia decided the artist. He consented to and white statues, partially seen through the accompany them to Rome. sombre verdure of a grove of linden trees, in The villa was deserted next morning. which it was embowered, resembled-an Italian

ma “ It is the Porta del Popolo, villa transported to the woody banks of the God forgive me," exclaimed the artist, as the Seine.

travelling carriage of the prince Barberini enThe portrait, after a considerable time, was tered Rome. “What! do you know it, then?”, finished--it was a chef d'oeuvre. The painter said the prince, in surprise.—“ Yes," anhad first admired, and then loved his model; swered Raymond, with a slight tremor of the he had exerted all his powers to do justice to voice, " thanks to the engravers who send us the original, and succeeded in producing a poor Frenchmen such excellent views of your master-piece. It was only under the impres- city.'' The prince was expected to dinner, sion of the look-the indescribable glance and he arrived just in time to receive Iris with which his beautiful inodel thanked him, noble and princely guests in the galleries and upon receiving the portrait, that the bitter gardens of the palace of Barberini, on this. conviction of the impotence of art to express occasion sparkling with lights, and resounding that heavenly beam, forced itself upon his with the inost enchanting music. It was an mind.

aristocratic fête, worthy of the last representaHe also discovered that another sort of ad. tive of one of the most high and powerlul miration besides that of art had taken pos. families of Rome. After the first pressure of session of his soul-he discovered that he the crowd had subsided, and the guests begair was in love.

to circulate more freely through the marble : Raymond loved without even dreaming of galleries, and the music had ceased, the love. The prince, whose forehead, shailed artist, intoxicated by the fairy scene with by premature grey hairs, and lustreless eyes, which he was surrounded, found himself beexhibited traces of violent passions, became fore the portrait of Leontia, by the side of the accustomed to the presence of the painter. prince, who presented him to his friends as ; Sometimes, tormented by a nervous suscepti. ihe author of this master-piece of art. The bility—a mental suffering, which was only painter, bewildered by a powerful hallucinairritated by attentions, he withdrew entirely tion—a sort of mental intoxication, lost his prefrom the artist and his model.

sence of mind. “Kaymond,” said the prince, Thus left to theinselves, they spent hours, "how is it that an artist should never have together-hours of unmixed happiness, when come to Rome once in his life? But you recog." they felt themselves isolated from all the nised the Porta del Popolo! did you ever see it world; and neither thought of, nor cared for before ?" “Yes, prince,” replied he, mecha.' aught it contained besides each other. nically, “once-only once; and with that

Leontia was, like most young girls who, once is connected a mysterious tale.” deprived in early life of the kind protection of, us hear it,” they all exclaimed, eagerly. a mother, and unable to find a kindred bosom is a long time since,” replied Raymond, heinto which they can pour their young and, sitating; " but in case of danger, I should timid emotions, fall back upon their own re- be protected by you. I have been in Rome sources, and learn to think and reflect ; she before.“Ah! I knew it,” exclaimed the was conscious that she loved Raymond, and, prince. “ I was at that time very young, a she abandoned herself to the pleasing en- mere boy. I arrived in the evening, and was chantment. “ Leontia,” said the prince, after conducted by some fatality to the theatre dinner, on the day subsequent to the comple. d'Argentina, Coronari sung tion of the portrait, “ we must be in Rome, Leontia entered the room at this moment, before the end of ten days. I intend giving and observing an expression of intense suffer-, an entertainment at the palace of Barberini ing on her father's countevance, who was on the 25th; we must therefore depart to- leaning against the marble mantel-piece, she morrow, and travel by.easy stages.' "Ray- , turned an imploring look on the painter. The mond,” continued he, “ you have never been look was the same as that of the pale figure at Rome. - you will go with us?"-" I thank he had seen at the theatre d'Argentino.

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Raymond proceeded to repeat the story, of such a beautiful animal. Where do you reside which the reader is already aware, describing now ?” every circumstance with the most minute ex- “Come to dinner. and you shall see.” actness, “ The walls," continued he,

“ Well now! what of Rome, Art, Raphael ?" hung with dark tapestry ;” and as he raised

The caloriolet was rapidly his head, his eyes expanded with terror, as he traversing the Champ de Mars Vangirigard, recognised the same drapery : “on the mantel. Issy, and stopped at a villa on the road to piece was a clock.” It was the same that stood Fleury. “ Art !” exclaimed Raymond, “I have before him. “ The eyes of the masked figure proved faithless to it at Rome. Yes, Camilo, flashed fire." He shuddered, as he encoun- I am no longer a painter, I love the art no

“ You love tered the prince's fiery glance. “Eh! then,” more--I love" cried the Intter. There was a moment of si- this beautiful creature?" interrupted his friend, lence, and Leontia, pale and trembling, slightly who observed a young lady of extraordinary pushed the gilded frame of the portrait, which beauty running to meet thein, as a fuotman falling on the pedestal of a marble column, opened the gate. “Yes, my wife!said was turn by a sharp angle. This incident Kaymond.

M. turned the attention of the party from Raymund, and put an end to the embarrassment of all. The unfortunate artist saw that he

DESTRUCTION OF THE EARLY was lost. As one hour after midnight tolled

ENGLISH LIBRARIES. from the lofty dume of St. Peters, Raymond This article is inserted to show the vast nçwas standing before the window of his cham. ber , inusing on the events of the evening, when commencement of the Reformation in Eng

cumulation of literature which existed at the he heard a slight rustling of the tapestry.- land, evincing the industry of the monks, the “Raymond," whispered a low voice.“ Leontia !" and he clasped her to his bosom for the great loss sustained, and from the style and first time “ You must fly, Raymond-come!" orthography of the quotation, the state of towards a small door opening into the gardens, at all conversant in the History of England, and she led him through a narrow corridor, the English language at that period.

It is a circunstance well known to those from which he could ascend the terrace wall; in the year one thousand five hundred and and froin thence jump into the street. Fly," said she, “ there is no time to lose !” “ Alone!, nasteries took place, by Henry the Eighth.

thirty-six, the suppression of the lesser mowhispered Rayenond. “ I must remain here,” When the abolition was first proposed in continued she, “now I know all :-Oh! I re

the Convention, Bishop Fisher strenuourly member the last tears of my mother; but he opposed it, and told his brethren that this is my father,-I must remain.”

" Then I remain also, there is a fatality attending my visits

was fairly showing the king how he might to Rome, to which I must submit. I was com

cone at the greut monasteries." And so, my

Lords,” concluded he, “ if you grant the pelled the first time, after a few hours, to bid king these smaller monasteries, you do but adieu to my dreams of future fame; and ten make him an handle whereby he may cut years after, am I compelled to leave all 1 value down all the cedurs within your Lebanon.” ou earth! No, I shall not

go
alune."

The bishop's fears were realized by the heaven's sake, not so loud, or you will be lost- subsequent acts of Henry; after having farewell!” A light was seen at this moment quelled a commotion raised on account of in the chamber that Raymond had quitted, the suppression of the lesser monasteries, imand Liontia, throwing her arms round his mediately abolished the remainder, and in the neck, whispered'If you love me, Raymond, whole, suppressed six hundred and forty-five go."

He precipitated himself into the street; monasteries, of which twenty-eight had and when he had disappeared, Leontia, utter. abbots who had seats in Parliament. Ninety ing a piercing shriek, fell into a swoon. Throe colleges were demolished, two thousand five days after, at Naples, Raymond read the fol-. hundred and seventy-five chanteries and freelowing, in the “ Diario di Roma :"

chapels,' with an hundred and ten hospitals. " At the conclusion of a splendid fête given The havock that was made aniong the libra. at the villa of Barberini, on the 25th, an en- ries cannot be better described than in the tire wing of the palace was burnt to the ground.' words of Bayle, Bishop of Ossory, in the We regret to add that his excellency the Prince preface to Leland's “ New Year's Gift to Burberini, and several of his suite, fell a prey King Henry the Eighth.” to the devouring elemeni.”

“ A greate nombre of them whiche pur

chused those su slycyouse mansyons reSix months after this inelancholy accident, served of those librarye bookes some to serve Camillo met his friend driving an elegant theyr jokes, some to scoure theyr candlecabriolet in the Chainps Elysées.

styckes, and some to rubbe theyr bootes. 66 What! in Paris ?" cried he. Yes, I Some they sold to the grossers and sopereturned eight days since; shall I drive you ?” sellers, and some they sent over see to y. “ I have not the least objection—your horse is booke bynders, not in sınall numbre, but at

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tymes whole shyppes full, to go wonderinge The historian tell us farther, " That at his of foren nacjons.'

introduction to Leo, he not only poured furth “Yea, je universytees of thys realme are verses innumerable, like a torrent, but also not alle clere ia thys detestable fuct. But sung them with open inouth. Nor was he cursed is that bellye whyche seketh to be only once introduced, or on stated days (like fedde with suche ungodlye gaynes, and so our Laureates,) but made a companion to his depely shameth hys natural conterye. I master, and entertained as one of the instruknowe a merchant manne, whyche shall at ments of his most elegant pleasures. When thys tyme be namelesse, that boughte ye con. the prince was at table, the poet had his place tentes of two noble lybraryes for forty shyle at the window. When the prince had half lynges pryce, a shame it is to be spoken! eaten his meat, he gave with his own hands l'hys stuffe hathe he occupyed in ye stede of the rest to the poet. When the poet drank, it greye paper by ye space of more than these was out of the prince's own flagon, insoinuch ten yeares, and yet he hathe store ynoughe (says the historian) that through so great good for as manye yeares to come. A prody- eating and drinking he contracted a mosi tergyouse example is thys, and to be abhorred rible gout.” Sorry I am to relate what follows, of all men whyche love theyr nacyon us they but that I cannot leave my reader's curiosity shoulde do. The monkes kepte them undre unsatisfied in the catastrophe of this extraordidust ye ydle-headed prestes regarded them nary man. To use iny author's words, which not, their latter owners have niost shame. are remarkable, mortuo Leone profligatisque fully abused them, and yt covetouse mer. puetis, &c. “When Leo died, and poets were chantes have solde them awaye into soren no more," (for I would not understand proflimacyons for moneye.”

gatis literally, as if poets then were profligate,) this unhappy Laureate was forthwith reduced

to return to his country, where, oppressed with THE FIRST POET LAUREATE.

old age and want, he miserably perished in a The father of all Laureates, was named Ca• common hospital. MILLO: he was a plain countryman of Apulia, We see from this sad conclusion (which whether a shepherd or thresher is not material. may be of example to the poets of our time,) “ l'his man (says Jovius) excited by the fame that it were happier to meet with no encouof the great encouragement given to poets atragement at all, to remain at the plough, or court, and the high honour in which they were other lawful occupation, than to be elevated held, came to the city, bringing with him a above their condition, and taken out of the strange lyre in his hand, and at least some common means of life, without a surer support twenty thousand of verses. All the wits and than the temporary, or, at best, mortal favours critics of the court flocked about him, delighted of the great. It was doubtless for this consider. tu see a cluwn, with a ruddy, hale complexion, ation, that when the royal bounty was extended and in his own long hair, so top full of poetry; to our Poet Laureates, care was taken to settle and at the first sight of him all agreed he was it upon him for life. And it was the practice born to be Poet Laureate. He had a most of our princes, never to remove from the station hearty welcome in an island of the river Tiber, of Pvet Laureat any man who had once been (an agreeable place, not unlike our Richmond,) chosen, though never so much geniuses might where he was first made to eat and drink plen- arise in his tiine. tifully, and to repeat his verses to everybody. John Kaye was the first Poet Laureate in Then they adorned him with a new and ele- Englund ; temp. Edward IV. He has left us gaut garlaud, composed of viue leaves, laurel, none of his poems; but he has given to posand brassica. He was then saluted, by com- terity a translation of the siege of Rhodes, from mon conseut, with the title of archipoeta, or the Latin; this he dedicates to the king, and arch-poet, in the style of those days; in ours, calls hiinself, “hys humble Poete Laureate.” Puet Laureate. This honour the poor man re- Mr. Suuthey is the present Poet Laureate. ceived with the most sensible demonstrations of joy, his eyes drunk with tears and gladness.

CHARACTER OF CHARLES II. Next, the public acclamation was expressed in a canticle, which is transmitted to us as fol. The tall and swarthy grandson of Henry IV.

of France, was naturally possessed of a dispo“ Salve, brassicea virens corana,

sition which, had he preserved purity of mo. Et lauro, archipoeta, pampinoque ! rals, had made him one of the most amiable of Dignus priucipis auribus Leonis."

It was his misfortune, in very early “ All hail, arch-poet, without peer!

life, to have become thoroughly debauched in Vine, bay, or cabbage fit to wear,

mind and heart; and adversity, usually the And worthy of the prince's ear."

rugged nurse of virtue, made the selfish liberFrom hence he was conducted in pomp to the tine but the more reckless in his profligacy. capitul of Rome, mounted on an elephant, He did not merely indulge his passions ; his ti.rough the shouts of the populace, where the neck bowed to the yoke of lewdness. He was Ceremony ended.

attached to women, not from love, for he had

lows:

men.

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