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qo, you shall pay your penny, or deliver stand still a moment, for him :o 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 Here 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 fresh themselves, while the lightening
ther into one group, and resting to reon 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, the lessening sheaves, and swaying from
up wain, moving along heavily among in the eye of the artist, to be made for side to side as it moves; while a few, pictures-pictures that he can see but whose share of the work is already dor.e, 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.
KENTISH HOP PICKING.
Who first may fill
The harvest-men ring Summer out
The Autumn with the flapping flail. 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 Wan. called 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 “haligemonatk-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 requ.site 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 laiter, 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 ; I call, hut summer will not stay.
this season of the year. If a painter, who
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
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 Vauxhall-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,
Wbile beams thine orb serene, No—the year steps ouward towards its temporary decay, if not so rejoicingly,
O let me warbling court thy stay even more majestically and gracefully,
To gild the fading scene! than it does towards its revivification.
Thy rays invigorate the spring, And if September is not so bright with The cold inclemency of winter cheer,
Bright summer to perfection bring, promise, and so buoyant with hope, as And make th' autumpal 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 My friend, my Hayman, at thy call,
To view the scene below: month of consummations- the fulfiller of all promises—the fruition of all hopes
How sweetly pleasing to behold
Forests of vegetable gold ! the era of all completeness. “ The sunsets of September in this
How mix'd the many cliequer'd shades be: country are perhaps unrivalled, for their The tawny, mellowing hue, and the gay nvid infinite variety, and their indescribable
green! VOL. II.-90.
How splendid all the sky! how still ! information,--that those ladies and genHow mild the dying gale!
tlemen who have country-houses in the How soft the whispers of the rill,
neighbourhood of Clapham-common oThat winds along the vale!
now have the So tranquil nature's works appear, It seems the sabbath of the year:
pleasure of eating the best fruit out of As if, the summer's labour past, she chose
their own gardens
provided they choose This season's sober calm for blandishing re
to pay the price of it in Covent-garden
market." pose. 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, verging gradual from his prime,
that, in this month, « Meets sacred peace at last :
among the birds, His flowery spring of pleasures o'er,
we have something like a renewal of the And summer's full-bloom pride no more,
spring melodies. In particular, the thrush He gains pacific autumo, 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 tone 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 bleat shrilly And lo! another spring shall smile,
from the hill-side to their neglectful dams; A spring eternal bloom :
and the thresher's flail is heard from the Then shall he shine, a glorious guest, In the bright mansions of the blest,
uoseen 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 tumn 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 fickering 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
SEPTEMBER garden of gardens ; and as there is not a '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 groen ! 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 ) am bound to add by way of
• Mirror of the Months.
« Cer« Then
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. Mist Nature s livery wear a sadder hue, tainly, sir," replied sir Robert.
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 [ibra, to weigh the barvest's pearly store,
against them, and putting them to death ?" The golden balance poizes now on high,
Sir Robert Baker replied, 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 Thetis, sinks in Ocean's bed. using fire-arms, except in cases of the
« Oh! I am very Adieu ! ye damask roses, which remind The maiden fair-one, how her charms decay; furnished at this office with a license to
much obliged to you, sir; and I can be Ye rising blasts, oh ! leave some mark behind, carry arms for
that purpose?" The answer, Some small memorial of the sweets of May; of course, was given in the negative, Ah! no-the ruthless season will not hear, 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 lalo bowed and withdrew.
From every bush, green orchestre of love, For now their winds the birds of passage wait, And bid a last farewell to every grove ;
THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER. While those, whom shepherd-swains the sleep
Here the rude clamour of the sportsman's ers call,
joy, Choose their recess in some sequester'd wall.
The gun fast-thundering, and the winded horn,
Would tempt tne 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 towers Stiff, by the tainted gale, with open nose, shall blow,
Out-stretched, and fnely sensible, draws full, Nor is the season wholly onallied
Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey;
As in the sun the circling covey bask
Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye.
Their idle wings, entangled more and more :
Nor on the surges of the boundless air,
Though borne triumphant, are they safe; the Mean Temperature .....
gun, Glanc'd just, and sudden, from the fowler's
O'ertakes their sounding pinions; and again, September 1.
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
wind. amusement, is spoken of in vol. i. col. Nor will she stain with such her spotless song;
These are not subjects for the peaceful muse, 1149.
Then most delighted, wheu she social sees
The whole mix'd animal ereation 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, In the shooting season of 1821, a fash- As if their conscious ravage shunn'd the light
Urg'd by necessity, had rang'd the dark, ionably dressed young man applied to 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- Jofam'd, beyond the most infuriate wrath plication was made in the most serious of the worst monster that e'er roam'd the and business-like manner imaginable. waste,