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Sounded then the noisy glec,

Or who would reign o'er vale and hill, Of a revelling company;

If woman's heart were rebel still ?' Sprightly story, wicked jest,

One jerk, and there a lady lay, Rated servant, greeted guest,

A lady wondrous fair ; Flow of wine, and flight of cork,

But the rose of her lip had faded away, Stroke of knife, and thrust of fork : But where'er the board was spread,

And her cheek was as white and cold as clay,

And torn was her raven hair. Grace, I ween, was never said !

"Ah ha!' said the Fisher, in merry guise, Pulling and tugging the Fisherman sate ;

'Her gallant was hooked before ;'. And the Priest was ready to vomit, And the Abbot heaved some piteous sighs, When he hauled out a gentleman, fine and Foroft he had bless'd those deep blue eyes, fat,

The eyes of Mistress Shore ! With a belly as big as a brimming vat,

And a nose as red as a comet. There was turning of keys, and creaking of 'A capital stew,' the Fisherman said,

locks, "With cinnamon and shcrry!' As he took forth a bait from his iron box. And the Abbot turned away his head, Many the cunning sportsman tried, For his brother was lying before him dead, Many he flung with a frown aside ;

The Mayor of St. Edmond's Bury! A minstrel's harp, and a miser's chest, There was turning of keys, and creaking

A hermit's cowl, and a baron's crest, of locks,

Jewels of lustre, robes of price, As he took forth a bait from his iron box. Tonies of heresy, loaded dice, It was a bundle of beautiful things, And golden cups of the brightest wine A peacock's tail, and a butterfly's wings, That ever was pressed from the Burgundy A scarlet slipper, an auburn curl,

vine. Amantle of silk, anda bracelet of pearl,

There was a perfume of sulphur and nitre, And a packet of letters, from whose sweet

As he came at last to a bishop's mitre ! fold

From top to toe the Abbot shook Such a stream of delicate odours rolled,

As the Fisherman armed his golden hook; That the Abbot fell on his face, and

And awfully were his features wrought fainted,

By some dark dream, or wakened thought. And deemed his spirit was half-way Look how the fearful felon gazes sainted.

On the scaffold his country's vengeance Sounds seemed dropping from the skies,

raises, Stifled whispers, smothered sighs, When the lips are cracked, and the jaws And the breath of vernal gales,

are dry, And the voice of nightingales :

With the thirst which only in death shall But the nightingales were mute, Envious, when an unseen lute

Mark the mariner's frenzied frown, Shaped the music of its chords

As the swaling wherry settles down, Into passion's thrilling words.

When peril has numbed the sense and will, Smile, lady, smile !--I will not set Though the hand and the foot may struggle Upon my brow the coronet,

still : Till thou wilt gather roses white,

Wilder far was the Abbot's glance, To wear around its gems of light. Deeper far was the Abbot's trance : Smile, lady, smile !—I will not see Fixed as a monument, still as air, Rivers and Hastings bend the knee, He bent no kuee, and he breathed no Till those bewitching lips of thine

prayer ; Will bid me rise in bliss from mine. But he signed, — he knew not why or Smile, lady, smile !—for who would win how, A loveless throne through guilt and sin? The sign of the Cross on his clammy brow.

die :

There was turning of keys, and creaking As ever was heard in the House of Peers of locks,

Against Emancipation : As he stalked away with his iron box. His words had made battalions quake, "Oh ho! Oh ho !

Had roused the zeal of martyrs ;
The cock doth crow;

Had kept the Court an hour awake,
It is time for the Fisher to rise and go. And the king himself three-quarters :
Fair luck to the Abbot, fair luck to the But ever, from that hour, 'tis said,
shrine ;

He stammered and he stuttered
He hath gnawed in twain my choicest line; As if an axe went through his head,
Let him swim to the north, let him swim With every word he uttered.
to the south,

He stuttered o'er blessing, he stuttered The Abbot will carry my hook in his

o'er ban, mouth;

He stuttered, drunk or dry,

And none but he and the Fisherman The Abbot had preached for many years,

Could tell the reason why ! With as clear articulation


[The 113th number of the “Spectator' describes Sir Roger de Coverley falling in love with a beautiful widow. The paper is by Steele; and to a reader of the present day it may appear somewhat trite and mawkish. The good old knight looks back upon his unrequited youthful affection with a half-ludicrous solemnity. His mistress was a learned lady, who only gave him the encouragement of declaring that “Sir Roger de Coverley was the tamest and most humane of all the brutes in the country.” It is scarcely necessary to follow the disconsolate bachelor's relation of his disappointment. The following description, however, of the sheriff riding in state to the assizes will serve, with a little variation of costume, for a picture of the same scene in our own day: for who amongst our country readers has not heard the barbarous dissonance of the sheriff's trumpets, and smiled at the awkward pomp of his mighty javelin-men?]

“I came to my estate in my twenty-second year, and resolved to follow the steps of the most worthy of my ancestors who have inhabited this spot of earth before me, in all the methods of hospitality and good neighbourhood, for the sake of my fame ; and in country sports and recreations, for the sake of my health. In my twentythird year I was obliged to serve as sheriff of the county ; and in my servants, officers, and whole equipage indulged the pleasure of a young man (who did not think ill of his own person) in taking that public occasion of showing my figure and behaviour to advantage. You may easily imagine to yourself what appearance I made, who am pretty tall, rid well, and was very well dressed, at the head of a whole county, with music before me, a feather in my hat, and my horse well bitted. I can assure you I was not a little pleased with the kind looks and glances I had from all the balconies and windows as I rode to the hall where the assizes were held. But, when I came there, a beautiful creature in widow's habit sat in the court to hear the event of a cause concerning her dower. This commanding creature (who was born for the destruction of all who beheld her) put on such a resignation in her countenance, and bore the whispers of all around the court with such a pretty uneasiness, I warrant you, and then recovered herself from one eye to another, until she was perfectly confused by meeting something so wistful in all shu encountered, that at last, with a murrain to her, she cast her bewitching eye upon me.

I no sooner met it but I bowed like a great surprised booby; and knowing her cause to be the first which came on, I cried, like a captivated calf as I was, “Make way for the defendant's witnesses." This sudden partiality made all the county immediately see the sherit also was become a slave to the fine widow. During the time her cause was upon trial, she behaved herself, I warrant you, with such a deep attention to her business, took opportunities to have little billets handed to her counsel, then would be in such a pretty confusion, occasioned, you must know, by acting before so much company, that not only I, but the whole court, was prejudiced in her favour ; and all that the next heir to her husband had to urge was thought so groundless and frivolous, that when it came to her counsel to reply, there was not half so much said as every one besides in the court thought he could have urged to her advantage.""

In the 115th and 116th numbers of the Spectator, Sir Roger figures as the lover of country sports-obsolete indeed, to a certain extent, and not such as a fast man of our own day would relish:

After what has been said, I need not inform my readers that Sir Roger, with whose character I hope they are at present pretty well acquainted, has in his youth gone through the whole course of those rural diversions which the country abounds in ; and which seem to be extremely well suited to that laborious industry a man may observe here in a far greater degree than in towns and cities. I have before hinted at some of my friend's exploits : he has in his youthful days taken forty coveys of partridges in a season ; and tired many a salmon with a line consisting but of a single hair. The constant thanks and good wishes of the neighbourhood always attended him on account of his remarkable enmity towards foxes ; having destroyed more of those vermin in one year than it was thought the whole country could have produced. Indeed the knight does not scruple to own among his most intimate friends, that, in order to establish his reputation this way, he has secretly sent for great numbers of them out of other counties, which he used to turn loose about the country by night, that he might the better signalize himself in their destruction the next day. His hunting-horses were the finest and best managed in all these parts. His tenants are still full of the praises of a gray stone-horse that unhappily staked himself several years since, and was buried with great solemnity in the orchard.

“Sir Roger being at present too old for fox-hunting, to keep himself in action, has disposed of his beagles, and got a pack of stop-hounds. What these want in speed, he endeavours to make amends for by the deepness of their mouths and the variety of their notes, which are suited in such a manner to each other, that the whole çry makes up a complete concert. He is so nice in this particular, that a gentleman having made him a present of a very fine hound the other day, the knight returned it by the servant with a great many expressions of civility ; but desired him to tell his mas that the dog he had sent was indeed a most excellent bass, but at present he only wanted a countertenor. Could I believe my friend had ever read Shakspere, I should certainly conclude he had taken the hint from Theseus in the Midsummer Night's Dream ;'

• My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew.
Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls,
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouths like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable

Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.' Sir Roger is so keen at this sport, that he has been out almost every day since I came down ; and upon the chaplain offering to lend me his easy pad, I was prevaiied on yesterday morning to make one of the company. I was extremely pleased, as we rià aiong, to observe the general benevolence of all the neighbourhood towards my friend. The farmers' sons thought themselves happy if they could open


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a gate for the good old knight as he passed by; which he generally requited with a nod or a smile, and a kind inquiry after their fathers or uncles.

“ After we had rid about a mile from home, we came upon a large heath, and the sportsmen began to beat. They had done so for some time, when, as I was at a little distance from the rest of the company, I saw a hare pop out from a small furzebrake almost under my horse's feet. I marked the way she took, which I endeavoured to make the company sensible of by extending my arm ; but to no purpose, till Sir Roger, who knows that none of my extraordinary motions are insignificant, rode up to me and asked me, if puss was gone that way? Upon my answering yes, he immediately called in the dogs, and put them upon the scent. As they were going on, I heard one of the country fellows muttering to his companion, that 'twas a wonder they had not lost all their sport, for want of the silent gentleman's crying, stole away.'

“This, with my aversion to leaping hedges, made me withdraw to a rising ground, from whence I could, have the pleasure of the whole chase, without the fatigue of keeping in with the hounds. The hare immediately threw them above a mile behind her; but I was pleased to find, that instead of running straight forwards, or, in hunter's language, 'flying the country' as I was afraid she might have done, she wheeled about, and described a sort of circle round the hill where I had taken my station, in such a manner as gave me a very distinct view of the sport. I could see her first pass by, and the dogs some time afterwards unravelling the whole track she had made, and following her through all her doubles. I was at the time delighted in observing that deference which the rest of the pack paid to each particular hound, according to the character he had acquired among them. If they were at fault, and an old hound of reputation opened but once, he was immediately followed by the whole cry ; while a raw dog, or one who was a noted liar, might have yelped his heart out without being taken notice of.

“The hare now, after having squatted two or three times, and been put up again as often, came still nearer to the place where she was at first started. The dogs pursued her, and these were followed by the jolly knight, who rode upon a white gelding, encompassed by his tenants and servants, and cheering his hounds with all the gaiety of five and twenty. One of the sportsmen rode up to me, and told me, that he was sure the chase was almost at an end, because the old dogs, which had hitherto lain behind, now headed the pack. The fellow was in the right. Our hare took a large field just under us, followed by the full cry in view. I must confess the brightness of the weather, the cheerfulness of every thing around me, the chiding of the hounds, which was returned upon us in a double echo from two neighbouring hills, with the hallooing of the sportsmen, and the sounding of the horn, lifted my spirits into a most lively pleasure, which I freely indulged because I was sure it was innocent. If I was under any concern, it was on account of the poor hare, that was now quite spent, and almost within the reach of her enemies; when the huntsman getting forward, threw down his pole before the dogs. They were now within eight yards of that game which they had been pursuing for almost as many hours ; yet on the signal before mentioned they all made a sudden stand, and though they continued opening as much as before, durst not once attempt to pass beyond the pole. At the same time Sir Roger rode forward, and alighting, took up the hare in his arms, which he soon after delivered up to one of his servants, with an order, if she could be kept alive, to let her go in his great orchard, where it seems he has several of these prisoners of war, who live together in a very comfortable captivity. I was highly pleased to see the discipline of the pack, and the good nature of the knight, who could not find in his heart to murder a creature that had given him so much diversion,

“ The walls of his great hall are covered with the horns of several kinds of deer that he has killed in the chase, which he thinks the most valuable furniture of his house, as they afford him frequent topics of discourse, and show that he has not been idle. At the lower end of the hall is a large otter's skin stuffed with hay, which his mother ordered to be hung up in that manner, and the knight looks upon with great satisfaction, because it seems he was but nine years old when his dog killed him, A little room adjoining to the hall is a kind of arsenal filled with guns of several sizes and inventions, with which the knight has made great havoc in the woods, and destroyed many thousands of pheasants, partridges, and woodcocks. His stabledoors are patched with noses that belonged to foxes of the knight's own hunting down. Sir Roger showed me one of them, that for distinction's sake has a brass nail struck through it, which cost him about fifteen hours' riding, carried him through half a dozen counties, killed him a brace of geldings, and lost above half his dogs. This the knight looks upon as one of the greatest exploits of his life.”

At the time when Addison described the race of fortune-telling gipsies for the edification of the London public, there were few travellers for amusement, and fewer who left the din and smoke of the town to wander through commons and green lanes, the gipsies' haunts. It is remarkable how little change is to be observed in the manners of the vagrant tribe. Addison's description might have been written yesterday.

“As I was yesterday riding out in the fields with my friend Sir Roger, we saw at a little distance from us a troop of gipsies. Upon the first discovery of them, my friend was in some doubt whether he should not exert the Justice of the Peace upon such a band of lawless vagrants ; but not having his clerk with him, who is a necessary counsellor on these occasions, and fearing that his poultry might fare the worse for it, he let the thought drop: but at the same time gave me a particular account of the mischiefs they do in the country, in stealing people's goods and spoiling their servants. If a stray piece of linen hangs upon an bedge, says Sir Roger, they are sure to have it ; if the hog loses his way in the field, it is ten to one but he becomes their prey ; our geese cannot live in peace for them; if a man prosecutes them with severity, his hen-roost is sure to pay for it: they generally straggle into these parts about this time of the year; and set the heads of our servant-maids so agog for husbands, that we do not expect to have any business done as it should be whilst they are in the country. I have an honest dairy-maid who crosses their hands with a piece of silver every summer, and never fails being promised the handsomest young fellow in the parish for her pains. Your friend the butler has boen fool enough to be seduced by them, and, though he is sure to lose a knife, a fork, or a spoon, every time his fortune is told him, generally shuts himself up in the pantry with an old gipsy for above half an hour once in a twelvemonth. Sweethearts are the things they live upon, which they bestow very plentifully upon all those that apply themselves to them. You see now and then some handsome young jades among them : the sluts have very often white teeth and black eyes.

“Sir Roger observing that I listened with great attention to his account of a people who were so entirely new to me, told me, that if I would, they should tell us our fortunes. As I was very well pleased with the knight's proposal, we rid up and communicated our hands to them. A Cassandra of the crew, after having examined my lines very diligently, told me, that I loved a pretty maid in a corner, with some other particulars which I do not think proper to relate. My friend Sir Roger alighted from his horse, and exposing his palm to two or three that stood by him, they crumpled it into all shapes, and diligently scanned every wrinkle that could be made in it; when one of them, who was older and more sun-burnt than the rest, told him, that he had a widow in his line of life : upon which the Knight cried, Go, go, you are an idle baggage ; and at the same time smiled upon me. The gipsy,

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