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restraint that is more agreeable than the utmost exertion of talents in others. The reserve of Rochester gives you the idea of a copious river that fills its channel, and seems as if it would easily overflow its extensive banks, but is unwilling to spoil the beauty and verdure of the plains. The most perfect good humour was supported through the whole evening; nor was it in the least disturbed when, unexpectedly, towards the end of it, the king came in (no unusual thing with Charles II.) 'Something has vexed him,' said Rochester; 'he never does me this honour but when he is in an ill humour.' The following dialogue, or something very like it, then ensued :—

'The King.—How the devil have I got here? The knaves have sold every cloak in the wardrobe.

'Rochester.—Those knaves are fools. That is a part of dress, which, for their own sakes, your majesty ought never to be without.

* The King.—Pshaw! I'm vexed!

* Rochester.—I hate still life—I'm glad of it. Your majesty is never so entertaining as when—

'The King.—Ridiculous! I believe the English are the most intractable people upon earth.

'Rochester.—I must humbly beg your majesty's pardon, if I presume in that respect.

'The King.—You would find them so, were you in my place, and obliged to govern.

'Rochester.—Were I in your majesty's place, I would not govern at all.

* The King.—How then?

'Rochester.—I would send for my good lord Rochester, and command him to govern.

'The King.—But the singular modesty of that nobleman.

'Rochester.—He would certainly conform himself to your majesty's bright example. How gloriously would the two grand social virtues flourish under his auspices!

'The King.—0,prisca fides I What can these be?

'Rochester.—The love of wine and women I

'The King. — God bless your maiesty!

'Rochester.—These attachments keep the world in good humour, and therefore I say they are social virtues. Let the bishop of Salisbury deny it if he can

'The King.—He died la t nit'hl Have you a mind to succeed him?

'Rochester.—On condition that I shall neither be called upon to preach on the 30th of January nor the 29th of May.

'The King.—Those conditions are curious. You object to the first, I suppose, because it would be a melancholy subject; but the other—

'Rochester.—Would be a melancholy subject too.

'The King.—That is too much—

'Rochester.—Nay, I only mean that the business would be a little too grave for the day. Nothing but the indulgence of the two grand social virtues could be a proper testimony for my joy upon that occasion.

'The King.—Thou art the happiest fellow in my dominions. Let me perish if I do not envy thee thy impudence!'

"It is in such strain of conversation, generally, that this prince passes off his chagrin; and he never suffers his dignity to stand in the way of his humour."

This showing is in favour of Charley on whose character, as a king of England, posterity has long since pronounced judgment. A slave to his passions, and a pensioner to France, he was unworthy of the people's " precious diadem." He broke (lis public faith, and disregarded his private word. To the vessel of the state he was a " sunk rock," whereon it had nearly foundered.

Trinity Sunday.

In the Romish church this was a splendid festival, with processions and services peculiar to its celebration; devotions were daily addressed to every person of the Trinity: as the other festivals commemorated the Unity in Trinity, so this commemorated the Trinity in Unity.'

In the Lambeth accounts are churchwardens' charges for garlands and drink for the children, for gamishing-ribbons, and for singing men in the procession on Trinity-Sunday-even.f

It is still a custom of ancient usage for the judges and great aw-officers of the crown, together with the lord mayor, aldermen, and common council, to attend divine service at St. Paul's cathedral, and hear a sermon which is always preached there on Trinity Sunday by the lord mayor's chaplain. At the first ensuing meeting of the common council, it ii

* Shepherd. t Lyioni in Brand.

usual for that court to pass a vote of thanks to the chaplain for such sermon, and order the same to be printed at the expense of the corporation, unless, as sometimes has occurred, it contained sentiments o moxious to their views.

In Curll's " Miscellanies, 1714," 8vo is an account of Newnton, in North Wiltshire; where, to perpetuate the memory of the donation of a common to that place by king Athelstan and of a house for the hayward, i. e. the person who looked after the beasts that fed upon this common, the following ceremonies were appointed: "Upon every Trinity Sunday, the parishioners being come to the door of the Hayward's house, the door was struck thrice, in honour of the Holy Trinity; they then entered. The bell was rung; after which, silence being ordered, they read their prayers aforesaid. Then was a ghirland of flowers (about the year 1660, one was killed striving to take away the ghirland) made upon an hoop, brought forth by a maid of the town upon her neck, and a young man (a bachelor) of another parish, first saluted her three times, in honour of the Trinity, in respect of God the Father. Then she puts the ghirland upon his neck, and kisses him three times, in honour of the Trinity, particularly God the Son. Then he puts the ghirland on her neck again, and kisses her three times, in respect of the Holy Trinity, and particularly the Holy Ghost. Then he takes the ghirland from her neck, and, by the custom, must give her a penny at least, which, as fancy leads, is now exceeded, as 2*. 6rf. or &c. The method of giving this ghirland is from house to house annually, till it comes round. In the evening every commoner sends his supper up to this house, which is called the Ealehouse: and having before laid in there equally a stock of malt, which was brewed in the house, they sup together, and what was left was given to the poor."

An old homily for Trinity Sunday declares that the form of the Trinity was found in man: that Adam, our forefather of the earth, was the first person; that Eve, of Adam, was the second person; and that of them both was the third person: further, that at the death of a man three bells were to be rung as his knell in worship of the Trinity, and two bells

for a woman, as the second person of the Trinity."


Blue bottle. Cer.tauria montana.
Dedicated to St. Cyril.

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St. Felix I, Pope, A. D. 274. St. IFalttan, Confessor, A. D. 1016. St. Ferdinand III., Confessor, King of Castile and Leon, A. D. 1252. St. Maguil, in Latin, Madetg'uilus, Recluse in Picardy, about A. n. 685.

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Deptford Fair. Of late years a fair has been held at Deptford on this day. It originated in trifling pastimes for persons who assembled to see the master and brethren of the Trinity-house, on their annual visit to the Trinity-house, at Deptford. First there were jingling matches; then came a booth or two; afterwards a few shows; and, in 1825, it was a very considerable fair There were Richardson's, and other dramatic exhibitions ; the Crown and Anchor booth, with a variety of dancing and drinking booths, as at Greenwich fair this year, before described, besides shows in abundance.

Brethren of the Trinity-home. This maritime corporation, according to their charter, meet annually on Trinity Monday, in their hospital for decayed sea-commanders and their widows at Deptford, to choose and swear in a master, wardens, and other officers, for the year ensuing. The importance of this institution to the naval interests of the country, and the active duties required of its members, are of great magnitude, and hence the master has usually been a nobleman of distinguished rank and statesman-like qualities, and his associates are always experienced naval officers: of late years lord Liverpool has been master. The ceremony in 1825 was thus conducted. The outer gates of the hospital were closed against strangers, and kept by a party of the hospital inhabitants; no person being allowed entrance without express permission. By this means the large and pleasant

* Hone on Ancient Mysteries.

court-yard formed by the quadrangle, afforded ample accommodation to ladies and other respectable persons. In the mean time, the hall on the east side was under preparation within, and the door strictly guarded by constables stationed without; an assemblage of well-dressed females and their friends, agreeably diversified the lawn. From eleven until twelve o'clock, parties of two or three were so fortunate as to find favour in the eyes of Mr. Snaggs, the gentleman who conducted the arrangements, and gained entrance. The hall is a spacious handsome room, wherein divine service is performed twice a-week, and public business, as on this occasion, transacted within a space somewhat elevated, and railed off by balustrades. On getting within the doors, the eye was struck by the unexpected appearance of the boarded floor; it was strewed with green rushes, the use of which by our ancestors, who lived before floors were in existence, is well known. The reason for continuing the practice here, was not so apparent as the look itself was pleasant, by bringing the simple manners of other times to recollection. At about one o'clock, the sound of music having announced that lord Liverpool and his associate brethren had arrived within the outer gate, the hall doors were thrown open, and the procession entered. His lordship wore the star of the garter on a plain blue coat, with scarlet collar and cuffs, which dress, being the Windsor uniform, was also worn by the other gentlemen. They were preceded by the rev. Dr. Spry, late of Birmingham, now of Langham church, Portland-place, in full canonicals. After taking their seats at the great table within the balustrades, it was proclaimed, that this being Trinity Monday, and therefore, according to the charter, the day for electing the master, deputy-master, and elder brethren of the holy and undivided Trinity, the brethren were required to proceed to the election. Lord Liverpool, being thereupon nominated master, was elected by a show of hands, as were his coadjutors in like manner. The election concluded, large silver and silver-gilt cups, richly embossed and chased, filled with cool drink, were handed round ; and the doors being thrown open, and the anxious expectants outside allowed to enter, the hall was presently filled, and a merry scene ensued. Large baskets filled with biscuits were laid on the table before

the brethren; Lord Liverpool then rose, and throwing a biscuit into the middle of the hall, his example was followed by the rest of the brethren. Shouts of laughter arose, and a general scramble took place. This scene continued about ten minutes, successive baskets being brought in and thrown among the assembly, until such as chose to join in the scramble were supplied; the banner-bearers of the Trinityhouse, in their rich scarlet dresses and badges, who had accompanied the procession into the hall, increased the merriment by their superior activity. A procession was afterwards formed, as before, to Deptford old church, where divine service was performed, and Dr. Spry being appointed to preach before the brethren, he delivered a sermon from Psalm cxlv. 9. "The Lord is good to all, and his tender mercies are over all his works." The discourse being ended, the master and brethren returned in procession to their state barges, which lay at the stairs of Messrs. Gordon & Co , anchorsmiths. They were then rowed back to the Tower, where they had embarked, in order to return to the Trinity-house from whence they had set out. Most of the vessels in the river hoisted their colours in honour of the corporation, and salutes were fired from different parts on shore. The Trinity-yacht, which lay off St. George's, near Deptford, was completely hung with the colours of all nations, and presented a beautiful appearance. Indeed the whole scene was very delightful, and created high feelings in those who recollected that to the brethren of the Trinity are confided some of the highest functions that are exercised for the protection or life and property on our coasts and seas.

To the Editor of the Every-Day Book. Dear Sir,

Though I have not the pleasure of a personal acquaintance, I know enough to persuade me that you are no everyday body. The love of nature seems to form so prominent a trait in your character, that I, who am also one of her votaries, can rest no longer without communicating with you on the subject. I like, too, the sober and solitary feeling with which you ruminate over by-gone pleasures, and scenes wherein your youth delighted: for, though I am but young myself, I have witnessed by far too many changes, and

of modern day. Give me the " musical and "pleasaunte songes" ol

have had cause to indulge too frequently

ia such cogitations. pyping"

I am a " Surrey-man," as the worthy olden tyme, and I care not whether any

author of the « Athena! Oxon." would more " dikes" of the kind are concocted

say: and though born with a desire to till doomsday.

But I must not leave the singing a birds where I found it: I love to heat the nightingales emulating each other, and forming, by their " sweet jug jug," a means of communication from one skirt of the wood to the other, while every tree seems joying in the sun's first rays. There is such a wildness and variety in the note, that I could listen to it, unwearied, for hours. The dew still lies on the ground, and there is a breezy freshness about us: as our walk is continued, a " birde of songs, and mynstrell of the woode," holds the tenor of its way across the path: —but it is no " noitelesi tenor." " Sweet

ramble, and a mind set on change, I have never till lately had an opportunity of strolling so far northward as " ould Iselton," or " merry Islington:"—you may take which reading you please, but I prefer the first But from the circumstance of your "walk out of London" having been directed that way, and having led you into so pleasant a mood, I am induced to look for similar enjoyment in my rambling excursions through its "town-like" and dim atmosphere. I am not ashamed to declare, that my taste in these matters differs widely from that of the " great and good " Johnson; who,

though entitled, as a constellation of no jug, jug, jug," says the olde balade:— ordinary " brilliance," to the high sounding name of " the Great Bear," (which I am not the first to appropriate to him,) seems to have set his whole soul on "bookes olde," and " modern authors" of every other description, while the book of nature, which was schooling the negrowanderer of the desert, proffered nothing "aforen f this balade ywritten was to arrest his attention! Day unto day was uttering speech, and night unto night showing knowledge; the sun was going forth in glory, and the placid moon "walking in brightness;" and could he close his ears, and revert his gaze ?—" De gustibus nil disputandum" I cannot say, for I do most heartily protest against his taste in such matters.

"The time of the singing of birds is come," but, what is the worst of it, all these " songsters" are not " feathered." There is a noted "Dickey" bird, who took it into his head, so long ago as the 25th of December last, to " sing through the heavens," —but I will have nothing tr do with the " Christemasse Caroles"

"Sweet jug, jug, jug,
The nightingale doth sing,
From morning until evening,
As they are hay-making."

Was this " songe " put into their throats

I doubt it, but in later day Wordsworth and Conder ha' e made use of it; but they are both poets of nature, and might have fancied it in the song itself.

I look to my schoolboy days as the happiest I ever spent: but I was never a genius, and laboured under habitual laziness, and love of ease: " the which," as Andrew Borde says, "doth much comber young persones." I often rose for a " lark," but seldom with it, though I have more than once " cribbed out" betimes, and always found enough to reward me for it. But these days are gone by, and you will find below all 1 have to say of the matter " collected into English metre:"—

Years of my boyhood! have you passed away 1
Days of my youth and have you fled for ever 1

Can I but joy when o'er my fancy stray

Scenes of young hope, which time has failed to sever

From this fond heart:—for, tho' all else decay,
The memory of those times will perish never.—

Time cannot blight it, nor the tooth of care

Those wayward dreams of joyousneu impair.

Still, with the bright May-dew, the grass is wet,
No human step the slumbering earth has prest:

Cheering as hope, the sun looks forth; and yet
There is a weight of sorrow on my breast:

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Life, light, and joy, his smiling beams beget,

But yield they aught, to soothe a mind distrest; Can the heart, cross'd with cares, and born to sorrow, From Nature's smiles one ray of comfort borrow i

But I must sympathize with you in your reflections, amid those haunts which are endeared by many a tie, on the decay wrought by time and events. An old house is an old friend; a dingy "tenement " is a poor relation, who has seen better days; " it looks, as it would look its last," on the surrounding innorations, and wakes feelings in my bosom which have no vent in words. It3 " imbowed windows," projecting each story beyond the other, go to disprove Bacon's notion, that " houses are made to live in, and not to look on r" they give it a browbeating air, though its days of " pomp and circumstance'' are gone by,and have left us cheerlessly to muse and mourn over its ruins:—

Oh! I can gaze, and think it quite a treat, So they be to, on buildings grim and shabby;

I love within the church's walls to greet Some " olde man " kneeling, bearded lice a rabbi,

Who never prayed himself, but has a whim That you'll •• OraU," that is—" prize " for him.

But this has introduced me to another and an equally pleasing employ; that of traversing the aisles of our country churches, and " meditating among the tombs." I dare not go farther, for I am such an enthusiast, that I shall soon write down your patience

You expressed a wish for my name and address, on the cover of your third

Eart; I enclose them: but I desire to e known to the public by no other designation than my old one.

I am, dear sir,
Yours, &c.
Camberwell. Lector.


1431. Joan of Arc, the maid of Orleans was burnt. This cruel death was inflicted on her, in consequence of the remarkable events hereafter narrated. Her memory is revered by Frenchmen, and rendered more popular, through a poem by Voltaire, eminent for its wit and licentiousness. One of our own poets, Mr. Southey, has an epic to her honour.

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