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go, you shall pay your penny, or deliver stand still a moment, for him to paint your scythe at the first demand, and this them. He must therefore be content, as so often as you shall transgress. No man, we are, to keep them as studies in the or men, shall mow above eight swaths storehouse of his memory. over their lots, before they lay down their H ere are a few of those studies, which scythes and go to breakfast. No man, or he may practise upon till doomsday, and men, shall mow any farther than Monks will not then be able to produce half the holm-brook, but leave tneir scythes there, effect from them that will arise spontaand go to dinner; according to the cus- neously on the imagination, at the mere tom and manner of this manor. God save mention of the simplest words which can the king! The dinner, provided by the describe them :—The sunburnt reapers, lord of the manor's tenant, consists of entering the field leisurely at early mornthree cheesecakes, three cakes, and a new- ing, with their reaphooks resting on their milk cheese. The cakes and cheesecakes right shoulders, and their beer-kegs swingare of the size of a winnowing-sieve ; and ing to their left hands, while they pause the person who brings them is to have for a while to look about them before three gallons of ale. The master of the they begin their work. The same, when feast is paid in hay, and is farther allowed they are scattered over the field : some to turn all his cows into the meadow on stooping to the ground over the prostrate Saturday morning till eleven o'clock; that corn, others lifting up the heavy sheaves by this means giving the more milk the and supporting them against one another cakes may be made the bigger. Other while the rest are plying their busy like customs are observed in the mowing sickles, before which the brave crop seems other meadows in this parish." * to retreat reluctantly, like a half-defeated

army.- Again, the same collected togeHarvest time is as delightful to look

ther into one group, and resting to re

fresh themselves, while the lightening on to us, who are mere spectators of it,

keg passes from one to another silently, as it was in the golden age, when the

and the rude clasp-knife lifts the coarse gatherers and the rejoicers were one.

meal to the ruddy lips.--Lastly, the piledNow, therefore, as then, the fields are all alive with figures and groups, that seem,

up wain, moving along heavily among in the eye of the artist, to be made for

the lessening sheaves, and swaying from

side to side as it moves; while a few, pictures-pictures that he can see but

whose share of the work is already dore, one fault in; (which fault, by the by, con

lie about here and there in the shade, stitutes their only beauty in the eye of

and watch the near completion of it.* the farmer ;) namely, that they will not

• Bridges' Northamptonshire.

Mirror of the Months.

KENTIsu Hop Picking.

Who first may fill
The bellying bin, and cleanest cull the hops.
Nor ought retards, unless invited out
By Sol's declining, and the evening's calm,
Leander leads Lætitia to the scene
Of shade and fragrance - Then th' exulting band
Of pickers, male and female, seize the fair
Reluctant, and with boisterous force and brute,
By cries unmov'd, they bury her in the bin.
Nor does the youth escape-him too they seize,
And in such posture place as best may serve
To hide his charmer's blushes. Then with shouts
They rend the echoing air, and from them both
(So custom has ordain'd) a lurgose claim.


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The harvest-men ring Summer out
With thankful song, and joyous shout;
And, when September comes, they hail

The Autumn with the flapping fail. This besides being named “ gerst- this season of the year. A Saxon menomonat " by the Anglo-Saxons, they also logy, or register of the months, (in Wancalled haligemonath, or the holy- ley's addition tollickes,) mentions it under month," from an ancient festival held at that denomination, and gives its deriva

tion in words which are thus literally • Sie vol. . p. 1147.

translated “ haligemonath—for that oui

forefathers, the while they heathens were, beauty. Those of more southern coun. on this month celebrated their devil-gild." tries may, perhaps, match or even surpass To inquire concerning an exposition them, for a certain glowing and unbroken which appears so much al variance with intensity. But for gorgeous variety of this old name, is less requisite than to form and colour, exquisite delicacy of tint take a calm survey of the month itself. and pencilling, and a certain placid sweet

ness and tenderness of general effect,

which frequently arises out of a union of I at my window sit, and see

the two latter, there is nothing to be seen Autumn his russet fingers lay

like what we can show in England at On every leaf of every tree ;

this season of the year. If a painter, who I call, hut summer will not stay.

was capable of doing it to the utmost She flies, the boasting goddess flies, perfection, were to dare depict on canvas

And, pointing where espaliers shoot, oue out of twenty of the sunsets that we Deserve my parting gift, she cries, frequently have during this month, he

I take the leaves, but not the fruit. would be laughed at for his pains. And Still, at this season

the reason is, that people judge of pic

tures by pictures. They compare HobThe rainbow comes and goes,

bima with Ruysdael, and Ruysdael with The moon doth with delight

Wynants, and Wynants with WouverLook round her when the heavens are bare; mans, and Wouvermans with Potter, and Waters on a starry night

Potter with Cuyp; and then they think Are beautiful and fair;

the affair can proceed no farther. And The sunshine is a glorious birth ;

the chances are, that if you were to show But yet we know, where'er we go,

cne of the sunsets in question to a That there hath passed away a glory from the

thorough-paced connoisseur in this deearth.

partment of fine art, he would reply, that « I am sorry to mention it,” says the it was very beautiful, to be sure, but that author of the Mirror of the Months, but

he must beg to doubt whether it was nathe truth must be told even in a matter tural, for he had never seen one like it in of age. The year then is on the wane. any of the old masters !" It is · declining into the vale' of months. It has reached a certain age.'- It has In the “ Poetical Calendar" there is reached the summit of the hill, and is not the following address “ to Mr. Hayman," only looking, but descending, into the probably Francis Hayman, the painter of valley below. But, unlike that into which t'auxhall-gardens, who is known to us the life of man declines, this is not a vale all, through early editions of several of of tears; still less does it, like that, lead our good authors, “ with copper-plates, to that inevitable bourne, the kingdom of designed by Mr. Hayman.” the grave. For though it may be called (I hope without the semblance of profa

AN AUTUMNAL ODE. nation) the valley of the shadow of death,' yet of death itself it knows nothing.

Yet once more, glorious God of day, No--the year steps onward towards its

While beams thine orb serene, temporary decay, if not so rejoicingly,

O let me warbling court thy stay

To gild the fading scene! even more majestically and gracefully,

Thy rays invigorate the spring, than it does towards its revivification.

Bright summer to perfection bring, And if September is not so bright with The cold inclemency of winter cheer, promise, and so buoyant with hope, as And make th' autumnal months the mildest May, it is even more embued with that of the year, spirit of serene repose, in which the only true, because the only continuous enjoy. 'Ere yet the russet foliage fall ment consists. Spring 'never is, but

I'll climb the mountain's brow, always to be blest;'but September is the N

My friend, my Hayman, at thy call,

To view the scene below: month of consummations- the fulfiller of

How sweetly pleasing to behold all promises the fruition of all hopes

Forests of vegetable gold ! the era of all completeness.

How mix'd the many chequer'd shades be “ The supsets of September in this

tween country are perhaps unrivalled, for their The tawny, mellowing hue, and the gay vivid infinite variety, and their indescribable green!

Vol. II.-90.

Hon splendid all the sky! bor still!

How soud the dying rale!
How soit the whispers of the niil,
That winds along the vale!

So tranquil nature's Forks appear,

It seemi the sabbath of the year:
As if, the summer's labour past, sbe chose
This season's sober calm for blandishing re-

information, that those ladies and gentlemen who have country-bouses in the neighbourhood of Clapham-common o Camberwell-grove, may DOW have the pleasure of eating the best fruit out of their own gardensporided they choose to pay the price of it in Covent-garden market."

Such is of well-spent life the time,

The observer of nature, where nature When busy days are past;

can alone be fully enjoyed, will perceive, Man, vergiog gradual from his prime,

that, in this month, “ among the birds, Meels sacred pesce at last : His flowery spring of pleasures o'er,

we have something like a renewal of the And summer's full-bloom pride do more,

spring melodies. In particolar, the thrush He gains pacific autumn, mild and bland,

and blackbird, who have been silent for And dauntless braves the stroke of winter's several weeks, recommence their songs,palsied hand,

bidding good bye to the summer, in the

same subdued tope in which they hailed For yet a while, a little while,

her approach-wood-owls hoot louder Involv'd in wintry gloom,

than ever; and the lambs bieat shrilly And lo! another spring shall smile,

from the bill-side to their neglectful dams; A spring eternal bloom : Then shall he shine, a glorious guest,

and the thresher's fail is heard from the In the bright mansions of the blest,

upseen barn; and the plough-boy's whistle Where due rewards on virtue are bestow'd, comes through the silent air from the And reap'd the golden fruits of what his au

distant upland; and snakes leave their tuma sow'd.

last year's skins in the brakes-literally creeping out at their own mouths; and

acorns drop in showers from the oaks, at It is remarked by the gentleman-usher every wind that blows; and hazel-nuts of the year, that “ the fruit garden is one ask to be plucked, so invitingly do they scene of tempting profusion.

look forth from their green dwellings; “Against the wall, the grapes have put on and, lastly, the evenings close in too that transparent look which indicates quickly upon the walks to which their their complete ripeness, and have dressed serene beauty invites us, and the mornings their cheeks in that delicate bloom which get chilly, misty, and damp.” enables them to bear away the bell of Finally, « another singular sight bebeauty from all their rivals. The peaches longing to this period, is the occasional and nectarines have become fragrant, showers of gossamer that fall from the and the whole wall where they hang is upper regions of the air, and cover every "musical with bees.' Along the espa. thing like a veil of woven silver. You liers, the rosy-cheeked apples look out may see them descending through the from among their leaves, like laughing sunshine, and glittering and flickering in children peeping at each other through it, like rays of another kind of light. Or screens of foliage; and the young stand- if you are in time to observe them before ards bend their straggling boughs to the the sun has dried the dew from off them earth with the weight of their produce.

in the early morning, they look like robes “Let us not forget to add, that there is of fairy tissue-work, gemmed with innuone part of London which is never out of merable jewels." + season, and is never more in season than aow. Covent-garden market is still the garden of gardens; and as there is not a

SEPTEMBER. nonth in all the year in which it does

An Ode. not contrive to belie something or other Farewell the pomp of Flora! vivid scene ! that has been said in the foregoing pages, Welcome sage "Autumn, to invert the yearas to the particular season of certain Farewell to summer's eye-delighted green ! flowers, fruits, &c., so now it offers the Her verdure fades-autumnal blasts are near flowers and the fruits of every season The silky wardrobe now is laid aside, united. How it becomes possessed of all With all the rich regalia of ber pride. these, I shall not pretend to say: but thus much I am bound to add by way of • Mirror of the Months.

T Ibid.


And must we bid sweet Philomel adieu ? “Can I be permitted to speak a few words

She that was wont to charm us in the grove? to you, sir ?" said the applicant. “ CerMist Nature s livery wear a sadder hue, tainly, sir,” replied sir Robert. “Then

And a dark canopy be stretch'd above ? I wish to ask you, sir, whether, if I am Yes—for September mounts his ebon throne, attacked by thieves in the streets or roads, And the smooth foliage of the plain is gone. I should be justified in using fire-arins libra, to weigh the harvest's pearly store,

against them, and putting them to death ?" The golden balance poizes now on high,

Sir Robert Baker ieplied, that every man The calm serenity of Zephyr o'er,

had a right to defend himself from robbers Sol's glittering' legions to th' equator fly,

in the best manner he could; but at the At the same hour he shows his orient head, same time he would not be justified in And, warn'd by Thatis, sinks in Ocean's bed. using fire-arms, except in cases of the

utmost extremity. « Oh! I am very Adieu ! ye damask roses, which remind

much obliged to you, sir; and I can be The maiden fair-one, how her charms decay;

& decay furnished at this office with a license to Ye rising blasts, oh ! leave some mark behind, Some small memorial of the sweets of May;

carry arms for that purpose ?" The answer, Ah! no--the ruthless season will not hear,

of course, was given in the negative, Nor spare one glory of the ruddy year.

though not without a good deal of sur

prise at such a question, and the inquirer No more the waste of music sung so lato bowed and withdrew.

From every bush, green orchestre of love, For now their winds the birds of passage wait,

THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER. And bid a last farewell to every grove; While those, whom shepherd-swains the sleep- Here the rude clamour of the sportsman's

ers call, Choose their recess in some sequester'd wall. The gun fast-thundering, and the winded horn,

Would tempt the muse to sing the rural game: Yet still shall sage September boast his pride,

How, in his mid-career, the spaniel struck, Some birds shall chant, some gayer flowers

Stiff, by the tainted gale, with open nose, shall blow,

Out-stretched, and finely sensible, draws full, Nor is the season wholly unallied

Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey; To purple bloom; the haler fruits shall grow,

As in the sun the circling corey bask The stronger plants, such as enjoy the cold,

Their varied plumes, and watchful every way And wear a livelier grace by being old.

Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye.
Caught in the meshy snare, in vain they beat
Their idle wings, entangled more and more:

Nor on the surges of the boundless air,

T'hough borne triumphant, are they safe; the Mean Temperature ..... 63. 69.

Glanc'd just, and sudden, from the fowler's

eye, September 1,

O'ertakes their sounding pinions; and again,

Immediate brings them from the towering GILES.


Dead to the ground : or drives them wideThis popular patron of the London dispers’d, district, which furnishes the “ Mornings Wounded, and wheeling various, down the at Bow-street" with a large portion of amusement, is spoken of in vol. i. col.

These are not subjects for the peaceful muse, 1149.

Nor will she stain with such her spotless song;
Then most delighted, when she social sees

The whole mix'd animal creation round Until this day partridges are protected Alive, and happy. 'Tis not joy to her, by act of parliament from those who are

This falsely-cheerful barbarous game of death “ privileged to kill."

This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth

Awakes impatient, with the gleaming morn; Application for a License. When beasts of prey retire, that all night long,

Urg'd by necessity, had rang'd the dark, In the shooting season of 1821, a fashionably dressed young man applied to

As if their conscious ravage shunn'd the light

Asham'd. Not so the steady tyrant man, sir Robert Baker for a license to kill

Who with the thoughtless insolence of power not game, but thieves. This curious ap- Inflam'd, beyond the most infuriate wratn plication was made in the most serious of the worst monster that o'er roam'd the and business-like manner imaginable. waste,


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