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Oranges and Bells.
at noon. Again, at eight o'clock on SunA literary hand at Newark is so oblig
day morning, all the bells are tolled round ing as to send the communication annexed,
for a quarter of an hour. for which, in behalf of the reader, the edi
I have mentioned the above, that, if
they come within the notice of the Everytor offers his sincere thanks.
Day Book, you would give them inser. To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.
tion, and, if possible, account for their
origin. Sir, Newark, Dec. 10, 1825. Whilst on the subject of “bells,” perOn the 30th of January, the anniver
haps you can mention how “ hand bells
came into the church, and for what pursary of king Charles's martyrdom, and on
pose.” We have a set in this church. Shrove Tuesday, we have a custom here, which I believe to be singular, having
I am, &c.
H. H. N. N. never heard of it elsewhere. On those days, there are several stalls placed in the narket-place, (as if for a regular market,) having nothing but oranges : you may The editor will be glad to receive eluci. purchase them, but it is rarely the case; dations of either of these usages. but you “rafile” for them, at least that is Accounts of local customs are particutheir expression. You give the owner a larly solicited from readers of the Everyhalfpenny, which entitles you to one Day Book in every part of the country, share; if a penny, to two, and so on; and when there is a sufficient sum, you begin the raffle. A ball nearly round, (about the size of a hen's egg,) yet having To the notice of this day in the Per. twenty-six square sides, each having a ennial Calendar, the following stanzas number, being one to twenty-six, is given are subjoined by Dr. Forster. They are you : (some balls may not have so many evident“ developments" of phrenologicas others more, but I never saw them.) You thought. throw the ball down, what I may term, the chimney, (which is so made as to
VERSES ON A SKULL keep turning the ball as it descends,) and it falls on a flat board with a ledge, to
In a church-yard. keep it from falling off, and when it stops you look at the number. Suppose it was O empty vault of former glory! Twelve, the owner of the stall uses this ex- Whate'er thou wert in time of old, pression, “Twelve is the highest, and one Thy surface tells thy living story, gone." Then another throws ; if his is a
another throws : if his is a l'ho' now so hollow, dead, and cold. lesser number, they say, “ Twelve is the For in thy form is yet descried highest, and two gone;" if a higher num. The traces left of young desire ; der, they call accordingly. The highest
The Painter's art, the Statesman's pride, number takes oranges to the amount of all
The Muse's song, the Poet's fire ; the money on the board. When they
But these, forsooth, now seem to be
Mere lumps on thy periphery. first begin, a halfpenny is put down, then they call “ One, and who makes two ?” when another is put down, it is “Two,
Dear Nature, constant in her laws, and who makes three?" and so on. At
Hath mark'd each mental operation, night the practice is kept up at their own
She ev'ry feeling's limit draws
On all the heads throughout the nation, houses till late hours; and others go to the
That there might no deception be; inns and public-houses to see what they
And he who keps her tokens well, can do there.
Hears longues which every where agree Also every day, at six in the morning,
In language that no lies can tell and night, at eight o'clock, we have a bell Courage-Deceit-Destruction - Theftrung for about a quarter of an hour : it is Have traces on tbe skullcap left. termed six o'clock and eight o'clock bell. On saint days, Saturdays, and Sundays. But through all Nature s constancy the time is altered to seven o'clock in the An awful change of form is seen, morning, and to seven o'clock at night, Two forms are not which quite xifree, with an additional ringing at one o'clock None is replaced that once halb been i
Endless variety in all,
From Fly to Man, Creation's pride, Each shows his proper form-to fall
Eftsoons in time's o’erwhelming tide, And mutability goes on With ceaseless combination.
"Tis thine to teach with magic power
Those who still bend life's fragile stem, To suck the sweets of every flower,
Before the sun shall set to them; Calm the contending passions dire, .
Which on thy surface I descry,
In combat, which of them shall die ;
Here doth Appropriation try,
By help of Secrecy, to gain
For heirs to dissipate again.
The use of every thing we know.
While Ideality unshaken
Maddens the soul and fires our beacoa. Whom memory tortures, love deludes,
Whom circumspection fills with dread, On every organ he obtrudes,
Until Destruction o'er his head Impends ; then mad with luckless strife, He volunteers the loss of life.
Old wall of man's most noble par .
While now I trace with trembling hand Thy sentiments, how oft I start,
Dismay'd at such a jarring band ! Man, with discordant frenzy fraught,
Seems either madman, fool, or koave; To try to live is all he's taught
To 'scape her foot who nought doth save In life's proud race ;-(unknown our goal) To strive against a kindred soul.
And canst thou teach to future inan :
The way his evils to repair Say, O momento,--of the span
Of mvtal life? For it the care Of truth to science be not given,
(From whom no treachery it can sever,) There's no dependance under heaven
That error may not reign for ever. May future heads more learning cull From thee, when my own head's a skull.
There is a parish game in Scotland, at this season of the year, when the waters are frozen and can bear practitioners in the dia version. It prevails, likewise, in Northumberland, and other northern parts of south Britain ; yet, uowhere, perhaps, is it so federalized as among the descendants of those who “ha' wi' Wallace bled.” This sport, called curling, is described by the georgical poet, and will be better apprebended by being related in his numbers : it being premised that the time agreed on, or the appointment for playing it, is called the tryst; the match is called the bonspiel ; the boundary marks for the play are called the tees ; and the stones used are called coits, or quoits, or coiting, or quoiting-stones,
Here fair Benevolence dotlı grow
In forehead high-bere Imitation Adorns the stage, where on the Brow
Are Sound, and Color's legislation.
Now rival parishes, and shrievedoms, keep,
The sides when ranged, the distance meted out, And duly traced the tees, some younger band Begins, with throbbing heart, and far o'ershoots, Or sideward leaves, the mark : in vain he bends His waist, and winds his hand, as if it still Retained the power to guide the devious stone,
Which, onward hurling, makes the circling groupe
Keen, keener still, as life itself were staked,
the mode of waking him in proper style. NATURALISTS' CALENDAR.
" Recollect," says he, “ to put three canMean Temperature ... 36. 85.
dles at the head of the bed, after you lay me out, and two at the foot, and one at each side. Mind now, and put a plate with the salt on it just a top of my breast.
And, do you hear ? have plenty of tobacco King George IV. proclaimed.-Holiday and pipes enough; and remember to make at the Exchequer.
the punch strong. And—but what the
devil is the use of talking to you ? sure I Wakes.
know you'll be sure to botch it, as I won't A newspaper of this day,* in the year be there myself.” 1821, relates the following anecdote :
All through Ireland the ceremonial of Mr. John BÚLL, an artist, with poetiwakes and funerals is most punctually at- cal powers exemplitied in the first votended to, and it requires some sçavoir lume* by a citation from his poem entifaire to carry through the arrangement in tled “The Museum,” which deserves to be a masterly manner. A great adept at the better known,. favours the Everu-Dau business, who had been the prime ma- Book with the following original lines. nager at all the wakes in the neighbour. The conflict between the cross and the hood for many years, was at last called crescent, renders the communication peaway from the death-beds of his friends culiarly interesting to those who indulge to his own. Shortly before he died he a hope that the struggle will terminate in gave minute directions to his people as to the liberation of Greece from “ worse than
* New Times.
• P. 2009
THE RAINBOW IN GREECE. and theatres are no longer conscious a
unconscious éclats de rire, but the whole By Mr. John Bull.
audience is like Mr. Wordsworth's cloud Arch of peace' the firmament
“ which moveth altogether, if it move Hath not a form more fair
at all." Than thive, thus beautifully bent Upon the lighten'd air.
In the gardens of our habitations, ang
the immense tracts that provide great Well might the wondrous bards of yore
cities with the products of the earth, the Of thee so sweetly sing; Thy fair foot on their lovely shore
cultivator seizes the first opportunity to Returning with the spring !
prepare and dress the bosom of our com
mon mother. “Hard frosts, if they come An angel's form to thee they gave,
at all, are followed by sudden thaws; Celestial feign'd thy birth,
and now, therefore, if ever, the mysterious Saw thee now span the light green w.ive,
old song of our school days stands a And now the greener earth.
chance of being verified, which sings of Yet then, where'er thy smile was seen
• Three children sliding on the ice, On land, or billowy main,
All on a summer's day!' Thou seem'd to watch, with look serene,
Now the labour of the husbandman reO'er Freedom's glorious reign.
commences; and it is pleasant to watch Thy brilliant arch, around the sky,
(from your library-window) the ploughThe nurse of hope appear’d,
team moving almost imperceptibly along, Sweet as the light of liberty,
upon the distant upland that the bare Wherewith their souls were cheer'd!
trees have disclosed to you.-Nature is But ah! if thou, when Greece was young, as busy as ever, if not openly and obDidst visit realms above;
viously, secretly, and in the hearts of her Go and return, as minstrels sung
sweet subjects the flowers ; stirring them A messenger of love :
up to that rich rivalry of beauty which is What tale, in heaven, hast thou to tell,
to greet the first footsteps of spring, and Of tyrants and their slaves
teaching them to prepare themselves for Despots, and soul-bound men that dwell
her advent, as young maidens prepare, Without their fathers' graves !
months beforehand, for the marriage fes
tival of some dear friend. If the fowers Oh! when they see thy beauteous bow,
think and feel (and he who dares to say Surround their ancient skies,
that they do not is either a fool or a phi. Do not the Grecian warriors know,
losopher-let him choose between the 'Tis then their hour to rise ?
imputations !)-if the flowers think and Let them unsheath the daring sword, feel, what a commotion must be working And, pointing up to thee,
within their silent hearts, when the piSpeak to their men one fiery word, pions of winter begin to grow, and indiAnd march to set them free
cate that he is at least meditating his Upon thine arch of hope they'd glance,
flight Then do they, too, begin to And say, “ The storm is o'er !
meditate on May-day, and think on the “ The clouds are breaking off advanco,
delight with which they shall once more “We will be slaves no more !”
breathe the fresh air, when they have teave to escape from their subterranean
prisons ; for now, towards the latter end The “ Mirror of the Months" repre
of this month, they are all of them at ents of the coming month, that,
least awake from their winter slumbers, “ Now the Christmas holidays are sver, and most are busily working at their gay and all the snow in Russia could not toilets, and weaving their fantastic robes, make the first Monday in this month look and shaping their trim forms, and distilany other than black, in the home-loving ling their rich essences, and, in short, eyes of little schoolboys; and the streets getting ready in all things, that they may of London are once more evacuated of be duly prepared to join the bright prohappy wondering faces, that look any way cession of beauty that is to greet and but straight before them; and sobs are glorify the annual coming on of their heard, and sorrowful faces seen to issue sovereign lady, the spring. It is true from sundry post-chaises that carry six- Done of all this can be seen. But what teen inside, exclusive of cakes and boxes; a race should we be, if we knews and