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Jers. The parting was one of those Till our tongues, through drought, hung scenes which may be more easily ima
out of our mouth, gined than described. Although the
And we had no voice to pray. Ensign lingered a day or two in the And the hot hot air from the South midst of the most brilliant society of Did lie on our lungs all night, Dublin-although he spent his morn
As if the grim Devil, with his mouth full of ings with Phillips, and his evenings
evil, with Lady Morgan, his spirits did not
Had blown on our troubled Sprite. soon recover their usual tone and elas
At last, so it happ'd one night, ticity. The state of gloom in which his When we all in our hammocks lay, mind was thus temporarily involved, Bereft of breath, and expecting death extended no inconsiderable portion of
To come ere break of day, its influence to his muse. We do not On a sudden a cooling breeze wish to extend this article beyond the Shook the hammock where I was lain ; allowable limit; but we must make And then, by Heaven's grace, I felt on my room for a single specimen of the face dark effusions which at this epoch A drop of blessed rain. flowed from the gay, the giddy, Odo I open'd my half-closed eyes, herty.
And my mouth I open'd it wide,
And “ A breeze, a breeze !” I cried. THE ENGLISH SAILOR AND THE KING OF ACHEN'S DAUGHTER.
But no man heard me cry,
And the breeze again fell down ;
And a clap of Thunder, with fear and wonder
Nigh cast me in a swound. COME, listen Gentles all,
I dared not look around, And Ladies unto me,
Till, by degrees grown bolder, And you shall be told of a Sailor bold
I saw a grim sprite, by the moon's pale light; As ever sail'd on Sea.
Dim glimmering at my shoulder. 'Twas in the month of May, Sixteen hundred sixty and four,
He was drest in a Seamen's jacket, We sallied out, both fresh and stout,
Wet trowsers, and dripping hose, In the good ship Swift-sure.
And an unfelt wind, I heard behind,
That whistled among his clothes.
I look'd at him by the light of the stars, And the Line we cross'd, and the Cape we I look'd by the light of the moon,
And I saw, though his face was cover'd with Being to China bound.
John Jewkes, my Sister's Son.
“ Alas! John Jewkes," I cried, Till the wind it lagg'd, and our sails they
“ Poor boy, what brings thee here ?" flaggd,
But nothing he said, but hung down his head, In sight of Achen's shore.
And made his bare scull appear. Becalm'd, days three times three,
Then I, by my grief grown bold, We lay in th' burning sun ; Our Water we drank, and our Meat it stank, But his head he turn'd round, which a gap
To take his hand endeavour'd, And our Biscuits were well nigh done.
ing wound Oh! then 'twas an awful sight
Had nigh from his shoulders sever'd. Our Seamen for to behold, Who t'other day were so fresh and gay,
He open'd his mouth to speak, And their hearts as stout as gold.
Like a man with his last breath struggling,
And, before every word, in his throat was But now our hands they shook,
At last, with a broken groan,
Approach not me!
For the Fish have my head, and the Indians As long as our legs could bear us ;
my blood, And we thirsted all, but no rain would fall,
?Tis only my Ghost you see. And no dews arise to cheer us. But the red red Sun from the sky
“ And dost thou not remember, Lent his scorching beams all day,
Three years ago to-day,
How at Aunt's we tarried, when Sister was To water his flowers, when there were no married
And cut his parsley and lettuce.
(Which these Pagans never keep holy), While we sung and we laugh'd, and the I was gathering rue, and thinking on Sue, stout ale quaff’d,
With a heart full of melancholy,
“ When the King of Achen's Daughter “ And none of all the party,
Did open her casement to see ;
And, as she look'd round on the gooseberry While our cares we drown'd, and the flag. ground, gon went round,
Her eyes they lit upon me; Old Goody Martha Daw.
“ And seeing me tall and slim, « But Martha she was there,
And of shape right personable; Though she never spake a word; My skin so white, and so very unlike And by her sat her old black cat,
The blacks at her father's table, Though it never cried or purr'd.
“ She took it into her head “ And she lean'd on her oaken crutch,
(For so the Devil did move her), And a bundle of sticks she broke,
That I in good sooth, was a comely youth, And her prayers backward mutter'd, and
And would make a gallant Lover. the Devil's words utter'd,
“ So she tripp'd from her chamber so high, Though she never a word out spoke. All in silks and sattins clad, “ 'Twas on a Thursday morn,
And her gown it rustled, as down she bustled, That very day was se'nnight,
With steps like a Princess sad. I ran to sweet Sue, to bid her adieu,
“ Her shoes they were deck'd with pearls, For I could not stay a minute.
And her hair with diamonds glistend, “ Then crying with words so tender,
And her gimcracks and toys, they made such She gave me a true lover's locket,
a noise, That I still might love her, forgetting her
My mouth water'd the while I listen'd.
“ Then she tempted me with glances, So I put it in my pocket.
And with sugar'd words so tender, * And then we kiss'd and parted,
(And tho’she was black, she was straight in
the back, And knew not, all the while, That Martha was nigh, on her broomstick
And young, and tall, and slender-) so high,
“ But I my Love remember'd, Looking down with a devilish smile. And the lockit she did give me,
And resolv'd to be true to my darling Sue, “ So I went to sea again,
As she did ever believe me.
Both furious and angry,
And said, she was sure I had some Paramour
In kitchen or in laundry. “ We made a prosperous voyage Till we came to this fatal coast,
“ And then, with a devilish grin, When a storm it did rise, in seas and in skies, She said, “ Give me your locket'That we gave ourselves up for lost.
But I damnd her for a Witch, and a con.
juring Bitch, “ Our vessel it was stranded
And kept it in my pocket.
“ Howbeit, both day and night
She did torture and torment, And I hardly saved my bacon.
And said she, • If you'll yield to me the " It happ'd that very hour,
field, The black king walking by
• I'll give thee thy heart's content. Did see me sprawling, on hands and knees crawling,
“ • But give me up the locket, And took to his palace hard by.
* And stay three months with me,
And then, if the will remains with you still, “ And finding that I was
• I'll ship you off to sea.' A likely lad for to see, My bones well knit, and my joints well set,
“ So I thought it the only way And not above twenty-three,
To behold my lovely Sue,
And the thoughts of Old England, they made “ He made me his gardener boy,
my heart tingle, and To sow pease and potatoes,
I gave up the locket so true.
“ Thereon she laugh'd outright
The grissly Spectre thus With a hellish grin, and I saw
In mournful accents spoke, That the Princess was gone, and in her room By which time, being morning, he gave me There stood old Martha Daw.
But vanish'd in sulphur and smoke. “ She was all astride a Broomstick, And bid me get up behind ;
Next day there sprang up a breeze, So my wits being lost, the Broomstick I And our ship began to tack, crossd,
And for fear of the Ghost, we left the coast, And away we flew, swift as the wind. And sail'd for England back. “ But my head it soon turn'a giddy,
And I being come home, I reeld and lost my balance,
Did all his words pursue ; So I tumbled over, like a perjur'd lover,
Old Martha likewise was hung at the 'size, A warning to all gallants.
And I carried the locket to Sue. “ And there where I tumbled down
And now, being tired of life, The Indians found me lying ;
I make up my mind to die ; My head they cut off, and my blood did quaff, But I thought this story I'd lay before ye, And set my flesh afrying.
For the good of Posterity.
Oh never then sit at table “ Hence, all ye English gallants,
When the number is thirteen ; A warning take by me, Your true love's locket to keepin your pocket And, lest witches be there, put salt in your
beer, Whenever you go to sea.
And scrape your platters clean. “ And, oh dear uncle Thomas, I come to give you warning,
This " Tale of Terror" was comAs then 'twas my chance with Davy to dance, posed at the express request of a dis
"Twill be yours to-morrow morning. tinguished female, nearly related (by “ 'Twas three years agone this night,
marriage and genius) to its no less dis
tinguished author.-In return, this Three years gone clear and clean, Since we sat down at Aunt's at the wedding matchless female christened a lovely to dance,
and promising boy, of whom she was And our number was thirteen.
delivered, during the stay of the
Ensign, after the name of Odoherty; “ Now I and sister Nan,
an appellation, the ideas suggested by (Two of that fatal party)
which, will be agreeable, or otherwise, Have both gone from Aunt's, with Davy to
to its bearer, according as he shall, in dance, Tho' then we were hale and hearty.
future years, inherit or not inherit,
some portion of the genius in whose “ And, as we both have died,
honour it was originally conferred. Of (I speak it with grief and sorrow-) the various genethliaca composed upon At the end of each year, it now is clear the occasion, the most admired was That you should die to-morrow.
the following: “ But if, good uncle Thomas, You'll promise, and promise truly,
To the Child of Corinna ! To plough the main for England again,
Oh, boy! may the wit of thy mother awaking And perform my orders duly,
On thy dewy lip tremble, when years “ Old Davy will allow you
have gone by, Another year to live,
While the fire of Odoherty, fervidly breakTo visit your friends, and make up your odd
In glances and gleams, may illume thy And your enemies forgive.
young eye. “Butfriend, when you reach Old England, Oh! then such a fulness of power shall be
To Laure'ston town you'll go,
With the graces so blending, in union enImpeach old Martha Daw.
That angels shall glide o'er the ocean green, “ And next you'll see her hang'd
To catch a bright glimpse of the glory of With the halter around her throat ;
Oh! sure such a vision of beauty and might,
Commingling, in splendour, by him was “ Then, if that you determine
exprest My last desires to do,
The old Lydian sculptor, the delicate sprite, In her left hand pocket, you'll find the locket, That in Venus' soft girdle his Hercules And carry it to Sue."
On his return to Edinburgh, we shelter itself under the pretence of not find the indefatigable mind of the knowing how to set about it. Ensign earnestly engaged in laying the plan and preparing the materials for a
II. weekly paper, upon the model of the Tatler, the Spectator, and the Sale- Of all the natural sciences, that of
His views in regard to this Scandal has been the most universally publication were never fully realised; cultivated in every civilized country, but we have open before us, a drawer and the most successfully in our own. which contains a vast accumulation of Modern scandalographers have comnotes and esquisses connected with it. We prised it under two great divisions, insert a few of the shortest in the mean open or direct scandal, and implied or time, and may perhaps quote a few indirect scandal. dozens of them hereafter.
Instances of the first are now less common in society than formerly.
This perhaps arises more from an ar1.
tificial refinement in our manners, There is nothing in this world more than from any real refinement in our likely to produce a good understand- minds. There still exist many who ing in families and neighbourhoods, would not hesitate, under favourable than a resolution to be immediately circumstances, to make use of the dientered into by all the several mem rect scandal; and there are many bers of the same, never again, from more who would not be ashamed to this time forward, upon any occasion listen to it. But in all circles, whether or pretence whatever, in speech or public or private, there are, for the writing, to use the monosyllable 1. most part, three or four men and This will no doubt cause some trouble women, who are as different from the and inconvenience at first, especially surrounding mass of starched neckto those who are not half so intimate cloths and satin slips, as red wine is with any other pronoun; but by the from Rhenish.” These humane and help of a small penalty, to be strictly gentle beings check the growth of levied upon every transgression, that direct scandal, which, notwithstanding will soon be got over, and this most the fostering care of its vulgar diswicked and pernicious monosyllable ciples, is generally no sooner blown effectually banished from the world. than blasted.” Being prevented from The Golden Age will then re-descend lifting its malignant head into the on earth, and many other things will liberal air, it strikes downwards, and, happen, of the particulars of which the spreading its obscure ramifications uncurious reader may satisfy himself, by der ground, gives rise to the indirect referring to Virgil's Eclogue. Among or implied scandal. the most interesting circumstances of This is the more dangerous kind, this great revolution, which, however, in as far as it is more difficult to erais not specified in the place referred dicate or guard against it. In polished to, will be the total abolition of both society, where it most frequently ocmetallic and paper currency. Money curs, it has neither a local habitation will be no more. Those that have will nor a name.
It is "
an airy tongue, give to those that want; and the re- that syllables men's names,” without dundant population will not, on hav- pronouncing them distinctly; and the ing the matter properly explained to labour of the metaphysical chemist has them, object to removing themselves been unequal to the discovery of any by some convenient and gentle method sure test for its detection. It is also, of suicide, rendering war, famine, pes- on that account, more fondly cherished tilence, and misery (so politely called by the disciples of the science, because by Mr Malthus by the somewhat en the practical gratification arising from dearing term, checks), utterly unne it is in consequence so much the cessary. Who would not wish to ac- greater. Thus a scandalous assertion, celerate to mankind the approach of if made directly, cannot be frequently this blessed era ? The simple and sure repeated, because the mode of its exmeans are above stated; and if the pression admits of little variety ; world does not forthwith proceed to whereas your implied scandal is camake itself happy, it can no longer pable of being varied almost infinitely,
and thus affords a pleasant and con
IV. tinued opportunity of shewing off to advantage the ingenuity of the mali- ONE solitary death's head, all of a cious man, without vexing the dull sudden grinning on us in our own ear of the drowsy one. Under the bed-room, would be a much more name of personal talk, it may be re- trying sight than millions of skulls garded as constituting the essence of piled up into good large houses of conversation in society at the present three stories. Architecture of that period.
kind is less impressive than could be imagined. There is a tolerable spe
cimen of it at Mucruss Abbey, KillarIII.
ney; but the effect is indifferent.
Skulls, somehow or other, do not THERE are few subjects on which build well. Perhaps they would look men differ so much as in regard to better in mortar. As they are arranged Blue Stockings. I believe that the at Mucruss Abbey, they look like great majority of literary men look upon clusters of the wax of the humble-bee; them as entirely useless. Yet a little and after heavy rain, the effect of the reflection will serve to shew the una water dripping from the jaw-bones philosophical nature of this opinion. and eye-holes is rather ludicrous than There seems, indeed, to be a system pathetic. They are all in the melting of exclusive appropriation in literature, mood at one time, and apparently for as well as in law, which cannot be too no sufficient reason; while the extreme severely reprobated. A critic of the uniformity of their expression may, present day cannot hear a young wo- without much impropriety, be said to man make a harmless observation on be quite monotonous. It
may poetry or politics without starting; tioned if a stranger, unacquainted with which start, I am inclined to think, this order of architecture, would, at proceeds from affectation, considering first sight, perceive the nature of its how often he must have heard the material. Perhaps he would, for a same remark made on former occa- while, see the likeness of one or two sions. Ought the female sex to be skulls only, and wonder how they got debarred from speaking nonsense on there; till, by degrees, the whole endliterary matters any more than the wall would laughably break out, as it men?' I think not. Even supposing were, into a prodigious number of rathat such privilege was not originally cant faces, and wholly destroy the conferred by a law of nature, they solemnity of that otherwise impressive have certainly acquired right to it by religious edifice. Yet it is not to be the long prescription. Besides, if thought that an Irishman could concommon-place remarks were not daily template such a skullery with unmoved and nightly rendered more common- imagination. Where be all their place by continual repetition, even a brogue and all their bulls now! А man of original mind might run the silent gable-end of O'Donohues and hazard of occasionally so far forgetting Maggillicuddies ! Walls with long himself and his subject, as to record --but sans eyes, sans nose, sans an idea which, upon more mature de ears, sans brains ! A mockery of the liberation, might be found to be no live population of the county Kerry ! idea at all. This, I contend, is pre- A cairn of skulls erected over the dry vented by the judicious interference bones of the buried independence of of the fair sex.
the south of Ireland ! Yes, thanks to At the same time, a highly po- the genius of the Lake of Killarney, lished understanding,” in an ugly wo there is not here the skull of a single man, is a thing rather to be deprecated absentee. than otherwise. A pretty girl may say If the reader has ever been in the what she chooses, and be “ severe in kingdom of Dahomey, he will rememyouthful beauty” with impunity, for ber the avenue leading up to the king's no one will interrupt her solely to palace. For nearly a mile, it is lined criticise the colour of her stockings; on each side by a wall of skulls twenty but I think that a plain one should feet high; and how nobly one comes reflect seriously before she “ cultivates at last on the skull-palace! Yet the her mind assiduously."
scene cloys on the spectator. One Vol. IV.