Patroclus, the same reversed. Amaryllis, Splendid. Q. A Fountain in a Grove? Agenor, Most Manly. Amyntas, Amyntor, a Helper or Defender. Callisthenes, Beautiful Strength. The name of the philosopher who was put to death for refusing to pay divine honours to Alexander. Euphranor, Well Minded, Chearfully Disposed. Pamphilus, Pamphila, a Friend to All. Leuconoe, White Minded, Perfectly Simple and Sincere. Philemon, One Who Loves Us. Philoxenus, a Lover of Hospitality. Philomusus, Philomuse, a Lover of the Muses. Elycera, Elycerium, Sweet. Chloe, Green Grass. Galatea, Milky, Milk-white. Hylas, Fond of the Woods, Sylvan. Leander, Polished. NAMES EXCLUSIVELY LATIN,, Yet mostly from a Greek root. Sylvanus, Sylvius, Ital. Sylvio; the same as Hylas. Stella, a Star. Feronia, Bearing. The Goddess of Copses. Pomona, Fruity. The Goddess of Orchards. Hortensius, Fond of Gardens. The Italians still have Hortensia ; Fr. Hortense. Aurora, Golden. The Goddess of Morning. Aurelius, Aurelia, Sunny-Golden. Veronica, True Likeness. Scipio, Walking-stick. A name first given to Pullius Cornelius of the Scipio Family, for leading about his blind father. Still kept in Italy, as in the instance of Scipione Maffei. Flaminius, for Pilaminius, Hat-wearing, in allusion to the custom of Numa's priests. A good name for the family of the De Courcys, Lords Kinsale, who, for overthrowing a foreign champion in days of old, have the privilege of wearing their hats in the royal presence. Camillus, the same as Casmillus, a name of Mercury, we know not of what signification. Æmilius, Urbane, Affable, Sociable. We take this opportunity of solving our query respecting the name of Emily (see Amelia) which undoubtedly is the feminine of Amilius. Chiariella, Little Clear One. Angela, Angelica, Angel, Angelic. Ginevra, Gineura, the Juniper. The name of Ariosto's mistress. Fiordispina, Flower of Thorn. A good name for an infant welcomed in the midst of distress. Bianca, White, Very Fair. Graziosa, Graceful or Gracious. Erminia, Fond of Solitude? or from Ermine? Alba, the Dawn, Fair as Daylight. Rosalba, Rosy Dawn, or White Rose. Rosabella, Beautiful Rose. Rosetta, Rosalia, Rosina, Little Rose. Fr. Rosette, Rosalie. NAMES FROM THE ENGLISH POETS. Una, the Only One. Unless it came from the Irish Oonagh, of which we know not the signification. Amoret, a Little Love. Florimel, Honey of Flowers. Belphœbe, Fair Phoebe. Marinel, of the Sea. Elf, Elfin, Elfilin, Elfinore, Quick, Nimble Spirit. Alma, Genial, Cherishing. Calidore, Fine Gift, or Finely Gifted. Calantha, Beautiful Flower. Ariel is a Hebrew word, we forget of what meaning; but the reader may find it, if we remember, in Heywood's Hierarchie of Angels. The airy sound of it admirably suits the "delicate" sprite of the Tempest. Miranda, One to be Admired. Silvia, see Hylas or Sylvanus. Rosalind. We know not the etymology of Lind. But Shakspeare's heroine will warrant the name without the necessity of a meaning. Viola, a Violet. Perdita, Lost; a Foundling. Imogen. We believe an old German name; but are ignorant of the etymology. Cordelia, Cordial. Unless it originally meant, with another accent, Heart of Leah. Juliet, Little Julia Pamela, properly called Pamèla, All Apples. Oriana, some allusion to Gold or Sun-rise. Philaster, Star-lover. Astrophel, the same. Earine, Vernal. Orders received by the Booksellers, by the Newsmen, and by the Publisher, JOSEPH APPLEYARD, No. 19, Catherine-street, Strand.-Price 2d. Printed by C. H. REYNELL, No. 45, Broad-street, Golden-square, London. THE INDICATOR. There he arriving round about doth flie, No. XX.-WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 23rd, 1820. RONALD OF THE PERFECT HAND. [The following tale is founded upon a tradition in Mrs. Grant's Superstitions of the Highlands. It was originally intended to be written in verse; which will account for it's present appearance.] THE stern old shepherd of the air, The spirit of the whistling hair, To many a heavy upcoming cloud,- Tis evening quick;-tis night:―the rain Thick, thick ;-no sight remains the while No sight to sea-horse, or to seer, But of a little pallid sail, That seems as if 'twould struggle near, 2nd Edition. 1 Stately came they, one by one, And every man, except those four, Was drenched and driving, far from home, Dead and swift, through the Northern foam. Four are they, who wearily Have drunk of toil two days at sea; Duth Maruno, steady and dark, Dumbly strain they for the shore, Drenched, and buffeted, and bending Up and down without an ending, Like ghostly things that could not cease Ronald of the Perfect Hand Has rowed the most of all that band; And of the young Norwegian prince And hot vexations of the fray, Because he told him of a bride That if she lost him, would have died; And Ronald then, in bitter case, Should have blushed with bridal light, And more he thought of, grave and sweet, Felt a sharp impatient start Of home-sick wilfulness at heart, And steering with still firmer hand, As if the boat could feel command, Thrilled with a fierce and forward motion, As though 'twould shoot it through the ocean. "Some spirit," exclaimed Duth Maruno, "must pursue us, and perpetually urge the boat out of it's way, or we must have arrived by this time at Inistore."* Ronald took him at his word, and turning hastily round, thought he saw an armed figure behind the stern. His anger rose with his despair; and with all his strength he dashed his arm at the moveless and airy shape. At that instant a fierce blast of wind half turned the boat round. The chieftains called out to Ronald to set his whole heart at the rudder; but the wind beat back their voices, like young birds into the nest; and no answer followed it. The boat seemed less and less manageable, and at last to be totally left to themselves. In the intervals of the wind they again called out to Ronald, but still received no answer. One of them crept forward, and felt for him through the blinding wet and darkness. His place was void. "It was a ghost," said they, "which came to fetch him to the spirits of his fathers. Ronald of the Perfect Hand is gone, and we shall follow him as we did in the fight. Hark! The wind is louder and louder: it is louder and many-voiced. Is it his voice which has roused up the others? Is he calling upon us, as he did in the battle, when his followers shouted after his call?" It was the rocks of an isle beyond Inistore, which made that multitudinous roaring of the wind. The chieftains found that they were not destined to perish in the mid ocean; but it was fortunate for them that the wind did not set in directly upon the island, or they would have been, dashed to pieces upon the rocks. With great difficulty they stemmed their way obliquely; and at length were thrown violently to 1 The old name for the Orkneys. |