but the stem, considering its great length, is slender. The branches fall off annually, and leave knobs like those of a cabbage stalk. The natives in this part of Africa are extravagantly fond of palm wine, which is very pleasant to the taste when first drawn from the tree; but until it has undergone fermentation they seldom drink it: then, although not so agreeable to an European palate, they relish it more highly; perhaps from the inebriating quality it has acquired. The wine is obtained by making an incision in the tender head of the tree, and collecting it in a calabash, into which it is conveyed by means of a small splinter of wood, communicating with the incision. The mouth of the calabash is lightly covered with dry grass, to keep off the swarms of flies and wasps. It is then left until such time as, from experience, it is known to be nearly full; when a man again ascends the tree with empty vessels at his belt, to replace the full ones, which he brings down in the same manner. This, notwithstanding the height of the tree, is easily accomplished. The climber provides himself with a tough woodbine hoop, the circumference of which embraces the tree and his body, but with so much space intervening, as permits him to lean back at arms-length from the tree, thus enabling him to fix his feet firmly against the knobs. In this way, by jerking the hoop upwards, he ascends very quickly. The wine is always extracted from the male tree; the female, which bears the nuts, being too valuable to use in that way. The nut is nearly of the size and figure of the walnut, Each tree produces three or four bunches. which are sometimes so large that a single Creatures strange taken for witches such as (1) Ye goat sucker, that sucks the navils and (3) Fayries, Pigmies, a dwarfish race of mankind. cluster has been known to weigh above 100 Corpus animale primitùs immortale, non conditione144 pounds. (To be continued.) MANNERS AND CUSTOMS IN HOLLAND. I did not observe any one smoking in church, but in the streets and highways, all the men, and a few of the women, have their pipes constantly in their mouths. I have seen a little boy, about ten years of age, with a long black coat, silk breeches, his hands in the pockets of the same, silver shoe buckles, a tobacco pipe in his mouth, and the whole crowned by a huge three-cornered cocked hat, under which the youth did move with a gravity of demeanour becoming his great grandfather. The sight of any little girl of six or seven years old, attired in her Sunday's costume, is quite sufficient to excite one's laughter for a month. She moves within the massy folds of some apparently antiquated gown, and beneath the far-spreading brim of a prodigious straw bonnet, with the grave deportment of a woman of seventy years of age; and with this appearance every look and every gesture corresponds. During a short excursion in a Dutch stage coach, many of which are furnished with three rows of seats in the interior, I found myself seated behind a venerable old lady, who seemed so far declined in the vale of years that she was obliged to hold the arm of a domestic who sat behind her. On arriving at our destination, I, of course, offered my arm, to assist her feeble and emaciated frame in descending from the vehicle, My attention was first excited by the infantine beauty of the little hand which was presented to me; and you may judge of my surprise, when, on raising my head, instead of the wrinkled visage of a superannuated woman, I beheld the smiling countenance of a rosy child, with bright blue eyes and beautiful flaxen hair. In the few churches which I bave corporis, sed beneficio conditoris. Crede et manducâsti. Cesset voluntas propria, non erit infernus. Christians grow, 1. Formà; 2. Suavitate; 3. Robore; 4. Vigore; 5. Incremento. Caprificus wild, if it gett rooting will breake a stone in ye wall asunder. Confiteri impossibilia insanientis est. Cards and dice called unlawfull games, and forbidden the clergy, an. 75. Confessor, a Martyr in Bullion, wanting only ye stamp of a violent death to perfect him. Edward Confessor none such. Currenti cede furori. Contemplative life in Monks hath pride for its father and idleness for its mother. Covenants of 3 sorts :-Amicitia, Commercii, Auxilii. Camel going to seek horns lost his ears. If AC be the radius of the sphere, and AD the radius of the hole, we shall have, by 47. Euc. 1 AC2 AD2 DC, that is, in numbers, 9135 = 11.61, this substracted from 12, the radius of the sphere, gives .391 inch for the height of the segment cut off. Consequently 8.17 + .391 = € 8.56 inches the depth from the surface of the sphere. Neat solutions to the same question were received from Mathematicus; J. H; Mr. W. Wilson; Amicus; and Mercurius. POETRY. ΤΟ I gaze on the smiles that bewitchingly play, Tho' thy love-beaming eyes, dear Mary, may say, O, didst thou but know what the heart must endure, Yet though in thy bosom I ne'er have a place, TO A KISS. Soft child of love-thou balmy bliss, Yet go-for wherefore should I sigh? Manchester, May, 1822. WOMAN. PYTHIAS. Through many a land and clime a ranger, To stranger's ills a constant prey. While steering thus my course precarious, But WOMAN grateful, true and kind. Alive to ev'ry tender feeling, To deeds of mercy ever prone, Taints the free bounty of their heart; But cheerful aid at once impart. Form'd in benevolence of nature, Her courteous looks, her words caressing, Manchester, May 20, 1822. YBZNK. HEART'S EASE. There is a charming little flow'r, A charming flow'r it is; There is no fragrance in its sigh, It does not please the butterfly, I love to see the little thing, Open its sparkling eyes. Then bright and fresh with shining dew, It glitters to the ray, With triple spots of various hue, So fancifully gay. This is the flow'r that I will wear, What is it called?- Heart's Ease. THE MILK-MAID AND THE BANKER. Had a black Cow, the ugliest in the place, A beast as dangerous, too, as she was frightful, And so confirm'd a truant, that, she bounded It should have been of birch, or thorn, or holly,) Which had, as usual, slipp'd it's anchor, When on the road she met a certain Banker, Who stopp'd to give his eyes a feast By gazing on her features, crimson'd high By a long cow-chase in July. "Are you from Acton, pretty lass?" he cried : Yes,""-with a curtsey she replied. Why then you know the laundress, Sally Wrench?" "She is my cousin, Sir, and next-door neighbour." "That's lucky-I've a message for the wench, Which needs despatch, and you may save my labour. Give her this kiss, my dear, and say I sent it, But mind, you owe me one-I've only lent it." She shall know, cried the girl, as she brandish'd her bough, "Of the loving intentions you bore me; But as to the kiss, as there's haste, you'll allow That you'd better run forward and give it my Cow, For she, at the rate she is scampering now, Will reach Acton some minutes before me. VARIETIES. ADMIRAL KEPPEL. Admiral Keppel underwent a trial of court martial at Liverpool, on the score of having shown more prudence in a naval engagement than suited the party that opposed him, and which has been still more eclipsed by the brilliance of modern tactics. Burke assisted him on his trial, and he was honourably acquitted. After this acquittal the freedom of the city of London was presented to him in a box of Heart of Oak, and on the same day Rodney received the same compliment, in a box of GOLD. Rodney was at that time known to be a little embarrassed in his affairs, and the following epigram appeared on the occasion. Each favourite's defective part, For cautious Keppel wanted heart, MRS. BILLINGTON. The celebrated composer, Haydn, when in England, was frequently in her society: meeting her one day at Sir Joshua Reynolds', who had painted her as Saint Cecilia, listening to the angels, according to the common idea, Mrs. Billington shewed him the picture. It is like,' said Haydn, but I see a strange mistake.' 'Where?' said Reynolds, alive to the merits of his performance. You have,' replied Haydn, with graceful compliments, painted her listening to the angels; you ought to have painted the angels listening to her.' FILTERING MACHINES. The Parisians have an excellent mode of purifying the water of the Seine. It is put into what is called a fountain, which is a strong earthen jar, about four feet high, placed on a wooden pedestal; at the bottom there is gravel to the height of six or eight inches, which should be cleared annually. The fountain costs a guinea, and the waterman receives a trifle for filling it twice a week, which is generally sufficient for one family. The water thus filtered through the gravel becomes as pure as crystal, and is drawn off by a spout at the bottom of the fountain. This machine is not liable to the common accidents and wear of the usual filtering stones. Some such an apparatus is deserving the attention and adoption of the inhabitants of Manchester, where at present, clear and transparent water is so rare a commodity. Another simple and more expeditious mode of filteration is one which Dr. Lind has described. barrel with its head knocked out, be about half filled with clear sand or gravel; place a much smaller barrel without either end, or any open cylinder, upright in the middle of it, and let this be almost filled with the same. If the foul water be poured into the small cylinder, it will rise up through the sand of the larger barrel, and appear pure in the space between the two. Let a WHIMSICAL EPITAPH IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. Reader, I've left this world, in which I had a world to do; Sweating and fretting to be rich, Just such a fool as you. ON A MISER. "Worth fifty thousand pounds," old Gripus died :-'Tis well-for he was nothing worth beside! LITERARY NOTICES. A new volume of Poems, by Mr. James Montgomery, will appear this month, under the title of Songs of Zion." The concluding volume of Sir Robert Ker Porter's Travels in Georgia, Persia, Babylonia, &c. will appear in a few days. Malpas, by the author of the Cavalier; Roche Blanc, by Miss A. M. Porter; The Refugees, by the author of Correction; and Tales of the Manor, by Mrs. Hofland, are nearly ready for publication. Mr. Wordsworth's Guide to the Lakes will appear in a few days. The River Derwent, and other Poems, by W. B. Clarke, B. A. Jesus College, Cambridge, will appear next month. THE DRAMA. MANCHESTER DRAMATIC REGISTER. Monday, May 20th.-For the Benefit of Miss M. Hammersley: The Slave; Sylvester Daggerwood; and Midas. Wednesday, 22nd.--Othello; after which, For England, Ho! Friday, 24th. For the Benefit of Miss Fisher: The Duenna; Bombastes Furioso; and the Actress of All Work. 1 WE called the other morning on our friend Miss ; we were ushered into the breakfast room, and, until the lady appeared, entertained ourselves with a survey of the various elegantia which ornamented her work table. Among others, a neatly bound MS. book attracted our attention, and without any consideration of what it might contain, we ventured to open it. Our own name immediately caught our eye, and a curiosity to discover in what manner we were connected with a lady's private devotions, induced us to acquaint ourselves with the contents of the book. Before we were interrupted, we had time to copy the whole of the manuscript in short-hand, and we now publish it for the entertainment of our readers. We hope our sweet friend will forgive the larceny of her secrets-every thing, but what is now presented to the world, will for ever be inviolate in our bosom. In compliment to her wonderful perseverance, we will call it THE BOOK OF A WEEK. MONDAY, JANUARY 21, 1822.-Qaite determined to begin my journal to-morrow. Mr. Tacit says, no woman has resolution to persist in one regalarly for a week-convince him of the contrary. Entirely Mrs. Banck's fault I did not commence it with the new-year as I meant to have done; ordered my book for the first of January, and it was not sent home until the second; great disappointment to me; could not begin regularly as I intended, so felt myself careless about it-thought it would do any time-besides have had other things to engage me. WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 23.-Really could not begin yesterday. Mary Durnove called on me in the morning, and would oblige me to go with her to Mrs. Penlove's. Mrs. P. would have no nay' Resolved I must join her party to the Concert. about beginning to-morrow-must go into the Square this morning, want some lace-we dine at Mr. Ruffle's-positive Mr. Tacit's wrong. THURSDAY, JANUARY 24.-I'm going to beginwonder how people keep journals-Anne Caton shewed me her's once-thought it was very formalshe fills it with poetry and stuff. I never tried to write poetry but once, when I wanted to compose a sonnet to the moon, that I might call it the crystal mirror where the sun is glass'd,' but could not think of any thing else to say-fancied that a pretty idea. Had The Pirate' sent me from Mrs. Mervyn's--she always keeps the books a day too long-just glanced it over-think I shan't like it-the names don't seem good. Mr. Winnow calls it a 'sea saw'-would not laugh at bis pun-vexed him. A very genteel Concert to-night-Catalani sang better than on Tuesday -thought Mrs. Whimble looked wretched-never saw hair in such horrid taste-her feathers stuck up behind like a peacock's tail-thought she'd a fan in her head. Mr. Tacit asked me about the journal told him I had begun it-bet me a pair of gloves I did not continue it a week-determined to win them. Did not feel well all evening; fancied I must look deplorably; saw Jane Arnold eyeing me quite triumphantly; ran to the glass when I got home-fright ened. FRIDAY, JANUARY 25.-Better this morning; lay in bed until noon, in order that I might be fully recovered before night; took my cocoa there, and lay reading The Pirate;' Mary Durnove insisted on coming up-could'nt think what was the matter with her; she laughed and looked so sly, at last it came out, peep from her muff Don Juan;' the giddy girl | | | absolutely dressed herself in her brother's clothes | man-a finė practical allegory of a modern husband; last night, and walked to Manchester and bought it somewhere for 2s. 6d.; we set to and read it. Mr. Gracegrove dined with us– Mr. G- thinks himself uncommonly clever; wanted to talk with me about poetry-advised me to read Chaucer; thinks there are no good novels now-a-days-almost all of them licentious and impure; 'Clarissa Harlowe' is his favourite, and he recommended me to read Tom Jones.' I had read them both, and was ashamed to acknowledge it. Went to the Theatre this evening; Clara Fisher's benefit-never saw her before-astonished and pleased with the little prodigy; a full house-hate full houses-no room for the gentlemen | to go about. Mr. Gracegrove bothering me all night about the beauties of Sheridan's Comedies-so very delicate and chaste; asked him what he thought of the screen-scene-heard him afterwards praising The Marriage of Figaro' and 'X Y Z.' to my Papa. We never look well at the Theatre owing to that horrid Gas; forgot my glass and was obliged to see without it. SATURDAY, JANUARY 26.-Finished the first volume of the Pirate;' wish I had read them all quite satiated with these Scotch Novels, and yet one feels obliged to know something about them. Can't tell what to say about this-must find out what the wise ones think. Mr. Tacit called this morning; saw the Foscari' on the book stand, asked me if I had read it-told him 'no'-nor he; he had seen some extracts from Cain,' and he would never read another line of Lord Byron's; afraid he would talk about Don Juan'--I am sure I must look conscious if any body speak of it. Dined at the Moulton's; a very large party-Mrs. M-the vulgarest woman I know; she told that they had given 7s. 6d. a pound for the salmon; and asked Mr. Gurman if he would have a piece of the belly-sate by that brute Eatwell; never saw such a voracious monster-he snatches at every thing before him: I was breaking some bread and he nearly stuck his fork into my hand, and then mumbled out an apology thought it was something slipped from his plate.' Mrs. Sayton observed, that the gentleman was eating turkey.' Very stupid in the drawing-room-Jane Moulton and I went up stairs; she shewed me her correspondence with Captain Epaulette-never heard such rubbish; Jane must be a simpleton-I'm sure the Captain thinks she is; I wonder her mother will permit such flirtation-the Captain gtnoted that line of Pope's, and waft a sigh | from Indus to the Pole; thought it doubly misapplied; first, the lady not at all frosty, and secondly, the Captain rather sighing towards Indus than otherwise. SUNDAY, JANUARY 27.-Very cold morning; put on two petticoats to keep me warm in church; wondered who that handsome fellow was with the Dakeneys-could'nt keep my eyes off him-afraid he must have noticed it; determined to speak to them after church-thought the Doctor uncommonly tedious; my Papa said it was an excellent sermoncould'nt tell any thing about it.. .. .. ...... (here there was a considerable hiatus, and a memorandum in pencil to ، ask consin Jane about the text and sermon; know she writes them for an exercise; think it right to have them in' ..) went to the Dakeneys at the conclusion; that conceited Maria stuck close to the beau, and pestered him in the most outrageous manner-the man smiled impatiently at her tattle, and I saw him enquire who I was; my Papa called me to the carriage, and I was obliged to leave my curiosity unsatisfied-since heard it was Mr. Dacres, of Bath. Finished another volume of the Pirate' and read the Evening Lessons and Psalms. MONDAY, JANUARY 28.-My birth-day-twentythree years old; got up with some very serious thoughts on the occasion-in the breakfast room' before any one else ; opened the Piano --my Papa came down and interrupted me Hallo ! girl, asad despairing sort of dilty to strum on thy birth-day,' playing Nobody coming to marry me'-did'nt know I was. Papa sent me two presents from Manchester, one a halfpenuy-worth of gilt gingerbread moulded like a the other a beautiful set of pearls, much handsomer than those Mary Belton had at the last AssemblyI'll wear 'em next Thursday on purpose to mortify her. Mr. Tacit called, told him it was my birthday, asked him to write me some verses; the man sighed and looked melancholy; I suppose he was thinking of presently be picked up my tinsel bridegroom, and asked if it were my weddingday also; I told him, 'yes'-he said I was very regardless of my happy choice; I wanted to know whether a woman should be fond enough of her husband to eat him. My old aunt Catherine dined with us, and brought me ، Thomas a Kempis' for a gift, she had fitted it out with a most elaborate though well meant inscription, To my dear God-daughter and Niece this book, to shew her the way wherein her feet should find a path, and to mark out the imitation wherewith she ought to be an imitator, is given on the twenty-third celebration of that day when she was born into the world, by me, who am her sponsorial mother unto the Church, and her affectionate aunt in the flesh.' It was accompanied with a store of good precepts, which I hope not wilfully to neglect. TUESDAY, JANUARY 29.-I get quite weary of my journalizing-but I will win Mr. Tacit's gloves; had a lazy fit this morning, obliged to send home the Pirate' unfinished. Persuaded my Mamma to go to the Theatre this evening-Miss Wensley played Juliet ;' what a happy creature Juliet must have been, married at fourteen, and in such a snug romantic way-I wish there were masquerades in Manchester; I should like to fall in love at a masquerade -there is no falling in love in Manchester. Courtship is a regular siege here; a man sits down before his mistress, attacks her with an artillery of presents and a light fire of billets doux-if this do not suc-' ceed, he turns the siege into a blockade, prevents all intercourse with the citadel, and never desists' until she either surrender, or the siege is raised. WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 30.-Went to town. Several people in the Square-every body seems to wear plaids in soine shape or other; can't endure them myself. Called on Mrs. Tristfull-found her as usual; sad rheumatic pains-shocking catarrh could'nt possibly survive the winter; no, no, it was her last season; so dreadfully asthmatic, and the fog quite destroyed her. In the evening Papa would take us to the Panorama'; Mr. Tacit, who dined with him, accompanied us. A very imposing exhibition; Papa compared it to a warping-mill-what a Cannonstreet notion. The conversation afterwards turned on shipwrecks. Mr. Tacit mentioned one very forcibly described in Don Juan;' asked me if I had ever seen it-told him a story-he offered to transcribe it for me; said he could lend me the book, but that he would not insult me by the proposal-looked as unconscious as I could; afraid I must have betrayed myself though. THURSDAY, JANUARY 31.-Now Mr. Tacit where are your gloves, I will wear them this evening. Don't quite like the new dress which Mrs. Taylor has sent me; something simpfer would have suited me better-put it on however-and my pearls; lie down a few hours in the afternoon, and I shall look quite beautiful-and keep to the end of the night. Had a very pleasant evening-the gentlemen very agreeable and quite enow of them; danced the first quadrilles with Mr. Tacit, asked him for his glovestold him I had persevered for a week; he seemed quite astonished-asked what I had done, could not recollect any thing; read over the week's proceedings when I came home, and found I had not registered one profitable action which I had performedquite ashamed of myself-give over keeping a journal until I have something better to put in it. N. B.-Mrs. Tristfull at the Assembly. EXCUSATORY. We are seriously concerned for the prevalent sentiments of disapprobation which exist towards our performance; more especially as the reproach of it is pointed towards individuals who are entirely innocent of the offence-if offence it be considered. Qui s'excuse trop, s' accuse.' And we have no doubt, that if we seem too anxious and positive in the vindication of our conduct, we shall incur the additional imputation of disingenuousness and falsehood. It was the knowledge of this maxim which induced us, on a former occasion, to attempt the removal of the unreasonable suspicions which were against us, by exposing, with the ridicule they deserved, the absurd pretences on which the charges of personality and slander were alledged. Some rational minds were satisfied by what we then said; but as prejudice is not so easily allayed, we return to the subject in a graver spirit, and assert number of bright white garments which were intonation. All music then ceases, all sounds The great or middle doors of the church are thrown open at ten, and the procession, tion, and concludes with great propriety in the Lord's Prayer, chaunted with a few emphatical inflections. Shortly after the conclusion of this prayer, the pontiff salutes the people in the antient form, "May the peace of the Lord be always with you," and returns to his throne, while the choir sing thrice the devout address to the Sawho takest away the sins of the world, have viour, taken from the gospel, "Lamb of God When he is seated, the two mercy upon us.' upon our words of honour as gentlemen, that with preceded by a beadle carrying the papal two, or at the most three, exceptions, every personal cross, and two others bearing lighted torches, enters and advances slowly in two long lines deacons bring the holy sacrament, which he resemblance which may have been fancied in our papers, was entirely accidental, and the effect of un-between two ranks of soldiers up the nave. premeditated coincidence. Which those exceptions This majestic procession is closed by the pon-ceives in a sitting posture: the deacons and first reveres humbly on his knees, and then reare, we do not think it proper or necessary to acknow- tiff himself, seated in a chair of state sup- the sub-deacons then receive the communion ledge. We confess our regret for their appearance, ported by twenty valets, half concealed in the because we understand they have hurt the feelings of drapery that falls in lose folds from the throne; under both kinds, the anthem after communion the parties, and, in the words of an amiable author, he is crowned with his tiara, and bestows his is sung, a collect follows, and the deacon dismisses the assembly. 'what title have we to wound the mind more than the body.' In palliation, however, we may be suffered to say, that we considered all the circumstances to which we alluded, matters of so much notoriety, that we were doing nothing more than simply putting into print, facts with which every one in certain circles was previously conversant, and that out of these circles they could not possibly be understood. benediction on the crouds that kneel on all i The pope then offers up his devotions on sides as he is borne along. When arrived at the foot of the altar he descends, resigns his his knees at the foot of the altar, and borne tiara, kneels, and assuming the common mitre along in the same state as when he entered, seats himself in the episcopal chair on the passes down the nave of the church, and ascends right side of the altar, and joins in the psalms middle of the front of St. Peters. His immeby the Scala Regia to the grand gallery in the and prayers that precede the solemn service.diate attendants surround his person, the rest Towards the conclusion of these preparatory We have a further explanation to offer, which in devotions his immediate attendants form a cir- of the procession draws up on each sice. The justice to ourselves we feel we cannot omit. The cle around him, clothe him in his pontifical immense area and colonnade before the church. chief part of No. 7 of the Musaeid was not written robes, and place the tiara on his head: after sands of spectators. All eyes are fixed on the are lined with troops and crowded with thouby us, and, as great offence has been taken at it, we trast we shall be exempt from the consequences. which, accompanied by two deacons and two The circumstances of its publication are the follow-sub-deacons, he advances to the foot of the gallery; the chaunt of the choir is heard at a distance; the blaze of numberless torches plays ing:-it was sent to us through the medium of Mr. round the columns; and the pontiff apSmith, when we ourselves were unprepared with a pears elevated on his chair of state under the Musaeid, and were on the point of determining that middle arch. Instantly the whole multitude nothing under that title should appear in the forthcoming Iris. Mr. Smith requested, that if the perbelow fall on their knees; the cannons of St. formance were at all tolerable, we would not disapAngelo give a general discharge, while, rising point him of so considerable a department of his heaven, stretches forth his arm, and thrice gives slowly from his throne, he lifts his hands to paper: accordingly we undertook to revise it, and his benediction to the crowd, to the city and to not without difficulty, stripped it of what we conceived to be the most objectionable parts. We were all mankind: a solemn pause follows, another discharge is heard, the crowd rises, and the pomp gradually disappears.' compelled to do this in haste, for the compositors were waiting of the copy, and we find that many things escaped us, which, had we noticed them at the time, we certainly should not have permitted. So far the blame rests with us, and we own it the more readily, as we are not ambitious of the credit of the production. Gentle readers, we desire you will have so much faith in our sincerity, as to believe what we now tell you. It is for the ease of your own hearts that we have given you this long history-that you may be quite sure of having escaped our odious attacks. For ourselves, we are secure in a deep veil of concealment not one of your flimsy lace or gauzes which both invite and satisfy curiosity; but a thick heavy sort of stuff, which your eye cannot penetrate, nor your hand lift up; and though you may guess and guess, and guess again who are under it, you have not guessed, and you never will guess truly. WEEKLY DIARY. MAY. REMARKABLE DAYS. SUNDAY, 26.---Whit-Sunday. On Whit-Sunday, or White-Sunday, the catechumens, who were then baptized, as well as those who had been baptized before at Easter, appeared in the antient church, in white garments. The Greeks, for the same reason, call it Bright Sunday; on account of the altar, and bowing reverently makes the usual degree of inflection just sufficient to distinguish "The pontiff then rises, gives his benediction MONDAY, 27.---Whit-Monday. This day and Whit-Tuesday are observed as Hark, how merrily, from distant tow'r, Such is the jocund wake of WHITSUNTIDE, Along the lone wood's unfrequented path, The following account of the triumphal entry worked wreaths, each of which was left to serve as a window to those within, through which they might behold the spectacle, and manifest their own enthusiasm. Others were decorated with tapestry, ou which the triumphs of Edward the Third were represented, and some by extraordinary activity bad obtained paintings of scenes in which the reigning monarch had acted a conspicuous part, connected with the battle of Agincourt. or jackets, ornamented with silver gilt lace. These great complacency, while he bestowed his most benignant smile on the passing monarch. It was known that the conduit was to run with several sorts of wine, and those who had shouted themselves thirsty, thought the time arrived at which it ought to flow, and were load in their demands, that this should take place in honour of the King's arrival at that spot. But the managers of this part of the business wisely considered that it would be likely to produce confusion, if done while much of the procession had yet to pass, and therefore declined compliance with the wishes of the crowd, who, instead of being treated with draughts of wine, were regaled with the killing of Goliah. David threw the stone with great precision, and the giant died with a very good grace; but his club descending rather abruptly on the great toe of Though the month of November was now copsiderably advanced, a fair and cloudless day gladdened the hearts of the expectant thousands, who assembled present, had arrayed themselves for the occasion in all that ecclesiastical magnificence could supply, to the conqueror, caused the Jewish monarch to enterto greet their returning mouarch. The Lord Mayor, enhance the grandeur of the show. The superbly-tain himself and the spectators with a dancing step the Sheriffs, the Aldermen, and a train of more than embellished crozier, vied with the lustre of the daz- or two which he had not rehearsed, before he prothree hundred opulent citizens, went in procession to ceeded to complete his performance by the decollation meet the King at Blackheath. For a week before, zling mitre. Incense flamed from the massy censers; costly chalices, met the eye at every step; and of the vanquished Philistine. the most extensive preparations had been made to besides these, a collection of rare objects, held to be give all possible effect and splendour to the triumph, above all price, were carried with appropriate state "Some houses were wholly fronted with scarlet and reverence, as relics of departed saints. One cloth, ornamented in different parts with fancifully-priest had the glory of bearing a lock of John the Baptist's hair, cut from the head as it lay in the charger, after it had been carried from the hall in which it was displayed to the inhuman Herod. Another sustained one of the stones by which St. Stephen had perished, which, striking him on the temple, was said to have terminated the sufferings of the martyr. Relics of seventy other saints, all equally valuable, came in succession, the whole being followed by a splendid cabinet, which was made particularly prominent in the march, and which was believed to contain a sample of the true wood of the cross, on which the Saviour suffered at Calvary. This invaluable morsel was gained from the Saracens by negociation. From the arts, to which they had been known to resort, some doubts of its identity had at one period got abroad, but they were all happily removed, by the numerous miracles performed through its efficacy, which satisfied those who were held to be the most competent judges in such matters, that the infidels, to their other crimes, had not added the unpardonable sin of palming on their Christian friends an impostor splinter. It was ac. ordingly treated with elegantly set in gold, and surrounded with pear's and the reverence considered to be due to it, being precious stones. "Of a truth,' said Mr. Whittington, this reminds me well of some of the meriy days which were not uncommon in my youth. Truly our English genius can furnish forth noble devices to celebrate a victory. See you there, my young master, is not yonder a right good mystery, the which doth unite Scripture with the history of this famous island, for the edification of all beholders?' While speaking, he pointed to a sort of rehearsal which was then taking place, in which an enormous giant was seen scornfully to raise his vast club on which appeared the fieurs de lis of France, to strike to the earth a handsome youth, who, under the standard of St. George, advanced for England with a sling and a stone, to attack, in the character of David, the threatening monster. The giant had been constructed on so bold a scale, that it was feared the stage would not be sufficient to hold him, when he fell before his conqueror; and the matter now to be arranged was the position in which it would be advisable that he should stand, so as to guard against a double downfall, which would occasion the actor some inconvenience, and mar the spectacle intended to be exhibited. Further on, a vast tablet was displayed, on which the following verses were inscribed: raptum nobis aut redde Britannis Ant ferram expectes, ultrices insuper ignes." These were then reported to have been used by the English King at the close of a conference with the French Ambassador, immediately before the commencement of the war, and were thought to prove that the spirit of prophecy might be counted among the great qualities of the victorious Henry. Another scaffold had been raised, in which a group of children appeared, clothed in white, with wings attached to their shoulders. It was not deemed at all prophane, for an actor, in a pageant or mystery, to undertake the personification of the Almighty. In this place, elevated on a golden throne, a venerable personage, with a long white beard, was seen presiding over the angels as the Deity; and on either hand fuller-sized angels than those which have been mentioned, appeared, representing Fame and Victory, with trumpets in their hands, prepared to sound the glories of the approaching hero. A "At noon, the expectant crowds were refreshed with tidings that the cavalcade approached hundred youths, representing the bachelors of London, led the way, wearing black bonnets, with doublets, and hose of the same colour, with sky-blue medallions, The Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and 44 The officers who had distinguished themselves at Agincourt, were then seen, and now the King himself was momentarily expected. It had been reported that his helmet would be carried before him, in the same battered and unshapen state in which it was left when the battle ended. But Henry, considering that this would serve to evince a vain-glorious disposition, had given positive instructions that it should not be used in the cavalcade. In place of it, immediately before him, he caused a banner to be carried, inscribed Non nobis Domine, non nobis sed nomini tuo, da gloriam.' On a white courser superbly caparisoned, Henry advanced with an air of modest reserve, bowing from time to time in return for the deafening shouts which rent the air in all directions. The King passed the conduit, which was decorated with banners and streamers, and at that moment Fame and Victory blew their loudest blasts, and the smaller angels commenced their hymns of praise, to which the representative of the Deity appeared to listen with "But the most splendid feature of the pageant was furnished by an arch, thrown completely across the road, at the expense of the corporation of the city. In the centre was a wide space, through which the cavalcade was to move; and on each side a passage for the crowd of spectators. A rail had been erected on each side of the way from Fenchurch to the western end of Cheap, within which the citizens bad stationed themselves. The arch was surmounted with battlements, in the centre of which was a castle of jasper green. This was rudely approached with sword and fire, by a grim and most uncouth figure, whose garments were stained with blood, while a wreath of vipers decorated his head. He was intended to represent Discord, who, supported by Rebellion, Heresy, Falsehood, and Rancour, the last wearing the form of a dragon, proposed to overthrow that goodly fabric, the castle, and raze it to the ground. To oppose this formidable host, Sapience, wearing the appearance of venerable age, and habited in white to indicate the purity of his intentions, was seen arming Loyalty with a battle-axe, Religion with the cross and Bible, Truth with a light, and Valour with the helmet and spear of Saint George. The contest was fierce, but short. Discord retreated at the advance of Sapience, Rebellion perished under the weapon of Loyalty, Heresy was struck to the earth and bound hand and foot by Religion, Falsehood fell dead before the brightly-beaming light of Truth, and Rancour, overthrown at the first onset with the representative of Saint George, by horrible howlings confessed the resistless prowess of the British Champion. Exulting in the discomfiture of the vanquished, the City of London, personified by a comely matron, advanced with a train of virgins, to celebrate the triumph of Sapience, and to bestow on him the laurel of victory. He modestly declined wearing it himself, but pointed to the monarch, as the individual to whom it belonged, and the City of London, at once. recognizing the justice of this decision, failed not to forward it to grace the brow of Henry, at the same time accosting him in these words:- "Sovreogn Lord and Noble King, thee beest welcome out of your realm of France, into this your blessed and famous realm of England, and in especial unto us your most notable City of London, we thanking Almighty God of his good and gracious atchieving so great triumphs, beseeching of his merciful grace to send you prosperity and many years, to the comfort of all your loving people, and the Citizens of London in especial.' The train of this dignified personage then sung the following verses, which were rumoured to have been written by the poet Lidgate for the occasion :— 'Sovreegn Lord welcome to your city, |