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There are two serjeants at mace, chosen annually. Also a beadle or cryer. Anno 11 Jac. I., " One parcel of meade lying and beinge in the common-meade called Mill-meade in Stok next Guldeford, given to the seriantes of Guldeford, and their successors, by William Hamond, sometymes of Guldeford aforesaid, esq., deceased: To enjoy the said profite and dutyes formerly allowed them jointly and proportionablie together."

The situation of Guildford is, perhaps, the most singular and romantic of any town in England; it is seated in a most healthful air, on the sides of two chalk hills sloping down quick to the river, which runs in a narrow channel between them. The dechvity on which the town stands, (says Mr. Hanway,) joined to the view of the opposite hills, gives it an air of grandeur, whilst the river, whose streams water the lower part of the town, adds to the beauty as well as the advantage of the situation.

The river is called the Wey, or Wye, one branch of which rises Bear Alton Church, Hants, the other at Frensham great pond and falls into the Thames at Oatlands. It was made navigable from this town to the Thames at Weybridge in the year 1650, which makes it a place of much trade: the great undertaking of which navigation was first begun by Sir Richard Weston of Sutton, who died within three years after, and left it unfinished. The river being made navigable, large quantities of timber †, meal, malt ‡, lime, &c. are conveyed to London by barges of upwards of forty tons burden, which on their return bring coals, and all other heavy articles. The river is well stored with fish, but those chiefly admired are the pikes, eels, and gudgeons.

The great roads to Arundel and Little-Hampton, Southampton and Winchester, Chichester, Bognor, and Portsmouth, pass through this town. The bridge over the Wye, built of stone, having five arches, was widened with brick, and the centre arch enlarged some years since for barges to pass through. A view of the bridge in its old state was published in the Gentleman's Magazine for Jan.1754.

The manufacture of this place was formerly the clothing trade, by which many considerable estates, as well here, as in other parts of England have been raised. It has been upon the decline above 170 years, at which time it chiefly consisted in making blue clothes for the Canary islands.'

Accounts are given of the three parish churches, Trinity, St. Mary's, and St. Nicholas; of the Hospital, and of the Royal Grammar School: to which is subjoined the History of some eminent persons educated in it, of Hammond's intended College,

*Both these streams unite at the hamlet of Tilford or Tylford near Farnham, which has its name from this circumstance of the streams forming the letter y.'

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† Not from the neighbourhood of this town only, but even from the woody parts of Sussex and Hampshire, about thirty miles from it.'

The malt sent from this place is particularly good.'

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of the Town-Hall, Sessions-House, Goal, Friary, (now Barracks,) the Markets, and Places of Worship besides those of the Establishment. Under this last head, mention is made of a very peculiar and, we believe, unique circumstance, viz, the en. dowment of a Presbyterian Meeting-house by a Clergyman of the Established Church; one of the Rectors of St. Mary's Church having left 401. per annum to support the Presbyterian meeting and interest in this town.

Among the miscellaneous matters, we meet with Abbreviations from an old book called the Black Book, written in the times of Edward III., Richard II., Henry IV., Henry V., Henry VI., Edward IV., Henry VII., in which mention is made of "bull baytinge as a thing worn out of use and not fit to be revived." If our unpolished ancestors held this opinion, what shall we say of a British House of Commons, which, at the commencement of the nineteenth century, could sanction and encourage this barbarous sport-fit only for Savages?

ART. VIII. The Poems of George Huddesford, M. A., late Fellow of New College, Oxford. Including Salmagundi, Topsy-Turvy, Bubble and Squeak, and Crambe Repetita. With Corrections, and

Original Additions. 8vo. 2 Vols. 12s. Boards. Wright.

1801.

T° 'o the principal poems comprehended in this new and elegant edition, due attention at their first publication was paid, in several of our volumes since the commencement of our New Series; and we with pleasure hailed the appearance of this sportive muse, then new to the world. In later vols. of our Review, we offered the just tribute of applause to the successive productions of the same witty, and humourous writer, as mentioned in the title-page of the present re-publication.

With respect to the smaller poems by which this miscellany is enriched, Mr. H. himself thus speaks of them, in his prefatory advertisement:

The shorter, Compositions contained in the First Volume, are interspersed with the productions of abler pens than his own: these, having been almost all of them given to the public in former editions of his SALMAGUNDI, (the favourable reception of which he is sensible that they have essentially promoted,) he has here re-edited them. They will be found, in the Table of Contents, to be distinguished with asterisms, and attributed to their proper owners.'

This acknowlegement is handsome; and it was due to the merit of the performances, particularly to the sweetly flowing lines of S. T. Esq.

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We observe that considerable additions are now made to the exquisite poem intitled Salmagundi; among which we could not but note a very droll transformation of the story of Nebuchadnezzar and his fiery furnace,-with his three Hebrew Salamanders,' which could not be burnt. In this burlesque exhibition of the majesty of Babylon, we are indebted to the playful poet for a hearty laugh:-but we must refer to the volume.

We shall now give a specimen or two of a different kind from the Poet's other novelties, here presented to his well entertained readers ;—and, first, let us have

⚫A SONG..

• Tho' Fortune may boast at her shrine
That the world's adoration is paid,
No idol shall she be of mine:
No devotion I owe the blind jade:
Yet rich in affection I live,
For tell me what boon so divine

Has a world of luxuriance to give
As one smile, my dear Mary, of thine?
The glitt'ring distinctions of state
May the envy of sycophants move;
But who would forego, to be great,
Independence, contentment, and love?
Gems and ore do not fall to my share :
But what gem can such transport impart
As one glance of thy kindness, my Fair!
What mine's half so rich as thy heart?
• With Fate let them quarrel that choose,
Chagrin shall ne'er furrow my brow,
To the pray'r of thy swain let the Muse,
Dear Maid, be propitious as Thou!
Then a truce with thy counsels, old Care,
Not a sigh at thy bidding I'll breathe:
For, though sombre the garb that I wear,
Yet light is my heart underneath.'

Bravo!-Another song, from the performance at the Wickbamical Anniversary :

'WILLIAM OF WICKHAM, A SONG,

FOR THE WICKHAMICAL ANNIVERSARY, HELD AT
THE CROWN AND ANCHOR TAVERN.

I sing not your heroes of ancient romance:
Capadocian George, or Saint Dennis of France;

No chronicler I am

Of Troy and King Priam,

And those crafty old Greeks who to fritters did fry 'em :
But your voices, brave boys, one and all I bespeak 'em,
In due celebration of WILLIAM of WICKHAM.

REV. JULY, 1802.

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• CHORUS.

" CHORUS.

Let WICKHAM's brave boys, at the Crown and the Anchors
The flask never quit 'till clean out they have drank her;
And united maintain, whether sober or mellow,

That old BILLY WICKHAM was a very fine fellow.

Hear the Lover: you'll learn, from his tragical stories.
Of hard-hearted Phabe, Corinna, and Chloris,
For some sempstress or starcher,

That rascally archer,

Call'd Cupid, has made him as mad as a March hare:
But at WICKHAM's brave boys should he brandish his dart,
We'll drown the blind rogue in a Winchester quart.

" CHORUS.

For WICKHAM's brave boys, &c.

Let the Soldier, who prates about storming the trenches
Of fortified towns, and of fair-visag'd wenches,

My numbers give heed to,

And, drinking as we do,

Shut up

in its scabbard his martial toledo:

For we too shed blood, yet all danger escape,

Since the blood that we shed is the blood of the

( CHORUS.

Let WICKHAM's brave boys, &c.

Let Lawyers, accustom'd to quarrel and brawl,
Play the devil as usual in Westminster Hall,
Reputations bespatter,

Yet thrive and grow fatter,

grape.

While they dash wrong and right up as cookmaids do batter
Here good fellowship reigns and, what's stranger by far,'
No mischief ensues from a call to the Bar.

" CHORUS.

Let WICKHAM's brave boys, &c.

Th' Empiric profound, who in heathenish Latin
Such potions prescribes as might poison old Satan,
With blister and bolus

And draught would cajole us,

'Till snug under ground he has clapt in a hole us: But the wise sons of WICKHAM his regimen slight, They swallow no draughts but of red wine and white.

CHORUS.

Let WICKHAM's brave boys, &c.

Let Whig Rhetoricians our rulers defanie,
And hungry Sedition's reptiblican flame

Foment, and throw chips on,
Independance their lips on,

While they incense a mob, and exist by Subscription

Here

Here of Liberty's Tree if for scions they search,
They'll instead catch a tartar,-Wickhamical Birch...

" CHORUS.

Let WICKHAM's brave boys, &c.

Ye Poetical tribe, on Parnassus who forage,
Who prate of Jove's nectar and Helicon-porridge,
Yet, for beef-steaks and brandy,

Set each Jack-a-dandy

On a level with Frederick, or Prince Ferdinandy:
What's the sword of King Arthur, or Admiral Hosier,
TO WILLIAM of WICKHAM and his jolly old Crosier!

CHORUS.

Let WICKHAM's brave boys, at the Crown and the Anchor,
The flask never quit 'till clean out they have drank her;
And united maintain, whether sober or mellow,

That old BILLY WICKHAM was a very fine fellow.'

To the lovers of rural felicity' we recommend the following

6 SONNET.

Around my porch and lowly casement spread
The myrtle sear, and gadding vine,

With fragrant sweetbriar loves to intertwine;

And in my garden 's box-encircled bed

mossy

cell;

The pansie pied, the musk rose, white and red,
The pink and tulip, and honied woodbine,
Fling odours round; the flaunting eglantine
Decks my trim fence, 'neath which, by Silence led,
The Wren hath wisely fram'd her
And, far from noise in courtly land so rife,
Nestles her young to rest and warbles well:
Here in this safe retreat and peaceful glen
I pass my sober moments, far from men,
Nor wishing death too soon, nor asking life'

We shall conclude our extracts with a touch of old Elwes:

• IMITATION FROM THE GREEK.

Μεν Ασκληπιάδης ὁ φιλαργυρος, κ. τ. λ.

Anthol

• Old Elwes once espied a Mouse *

In the Dry Corner of his house:

And,

While his relation, the late Colonel Tims, was visiting Mr. Elwes at his house at Marcham, in Berkshire, a heavy shower falling in the night, he found the rain dropping through the ceiling upon his bed; on which he immediately rose and moved the bed from its place; he had, however, scarcely got into it again ere he found the same inconvenience recur, and oblige him to have recourse a second time to the same experiment, which still proved ineffectual. At length, after having pushed his bed quite round the room, he gained a corner where the ceiling was better secured, and there he

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