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lost Tannajee Maloosray." --Family Li- stronger, since it survived. A fatal malady brary, No. XV., Gleig's History of had seized on the Cardinal, whilst engaged India.
in the conferences of the treaty, and worn
by mental fatigue: He brought it home LONGEVITY.
with him to the Louvre. He consulted In the History of the County of Down,
Guenaud, the great physician, who told
him that he had two months to live. Some printed in 1744, are some curious notices of the aged persons of that county. We
days after receiving this dread mandate, here present our readers with the following
Brienne perceived the Cardinal, in a nightlist, as a kind of memorandum of some
cap and dressing gown, tottering along his very old persons who have died since that gallery, pointing to his pictures, and experiod.
claiming, “ Must I quit all these ?" He
saw Brienne, and seized him: “Look,"
Ages. where they died. exclaimed he, “look at that Correggio! 1749 Alexander Bennett 125 Downpatrick this Venus of Titian! that incomparable 1749 Jane M'A fee
115 Rathfriland 1752 Isabel Laughlin
118 Rathfriland Deluge of Caracci ! Ah! my friend, I 1754 Alexander M.Kendric 120 Saintfield
must quit all these. Farewell, dear pic1763 James Martin
112 Ballynahinch 1775 John Smith
101 Carlingford tures, that I loved so dearly, and that cost 1777 David Moorehead 104 Killinchy 1781 Widow Petticrew 111 Warringstown
me so much!”. His friend surprised him Jane Davis
97 Killileagh 1785 Mary M'Donnell 118 Ballynahinch
slumbering in his chair at another time, and 1788 John Bryson
103 Holywood murmuring, “Guenaud has said it! Gue1791 James Cree
107 Donaghadee 1794 James M'Dopagh 109 Loughbrickland
naud has said it !” A few days before his 1794 Mrs. Montgomery 103 Donaghadee death, he caused himself to be dressed, 1795 Margaret M'Ilveen 106 Purdy's.burn 1795 James M'Adam
shaved, rouged, and painted, so that he 1796 Robert M'Kee
never looked so fresh and vermilion," in his 1796 Elizabeth Carson 100 Warringstown 1796 Janet Thompson 131 Ballynahinch life. In this state he was carried in his 1797 John Reid
103 Saintfield 1798 Alexander Brown 105 Comber
chair to the promenade, where the envious 1798 Hugh Stevenson 100 Dromore 1799 Margaret Sloan
courtiers cruelly rallied, and paid him
104 Comber 1800 James Quart
110 Saintfield ironical compliments on his appearance. 1800 Simon Turner
92 Strangford 1800 Nancy Keery
Cards were the amusement of his death1801 Alice Kerney
110 Portaferry bed, his hand being held by others; and 1802 John Craig
112 Saintfield 1802 David Jamison
102 Saintfield they were only interrupted by the visit of 1803 Charles Forrest
100 Rath friland 1803 William Wade
the papal nuncio, who came to give the 1804 Jane Fitzgerald 102 Donaghmore Cardinal that plenary indulgence to which 1805 Eliza Dickson
93 Portaferry 1807 Mr. Çorbally
108 Broadstone the prelates of the sacred college are offi1807 Martha Adams
cially entitled. Mazarin expired on the 9th 1808 Robert Smith
95 Drumbo 1808 Hercules M.Dowell 98 Ballywater of March, 1661.- Lardner's Cyclopædia. 1809 Robert Gibson
99 Holywood 1811 Thomas Torney
100 Inch 1812 Owen Maghery
100 Downpatrick 1812 M'Dowell
108 Donaghadee 1815 James Magee 104 Saintfield
METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS. 1816 Patrick Fitzgerald 107 Donaghmore 1816 James Riddel
The mean temperature of February was 1816 Charles Haveran 113 Newry 1818 John Manson
37% degrees of Fahrenheit's thermometer. 1818 And M'Cullogh
The maximum, which was 54 degrees, took 1819 Isabella White
107 Newry 1821 James Walker
place on the 5th, when the direction of the 1822 Agnes Beck
104 Greyabbey 1822 Jane Gibson
wind was south-westerly; the minimum, 1824 William Gibson
104 Monlough which was 29 degrees, occurred on the 15th, 1826 Samuel Cumming 112 Castlewellan 1826 John Blackwood 94 Killileagh
with a north-easterly wind. The range of 1827 William Johnston 100 Saintfield 1828 App Anderson
the thermometer was 25 degrees; and the 1828 William Rainey
107 Killileagh prevailing wind north-east. The direction William Irwin
98 Ballynahinch 1828 Thomas Taylor
of the wind has been north-easterly, nine 1829 Jade Slitt
south-westerly, five; easterly, four; 1829 Elizabeth Jackson
92 Newtownards 1829 Mary Ligget
westerly, four; northerly, three; north1830 Rhoda Steen
105 Moyille 1830 Margaret Henry 102 Warrenspoint
westerly, two; southerly one; and south1830 Juggy Lavery
The mean temperature of the air, during DEATH OF CARDINAL MAZARIN.
the days that the wind was observed from The pecuniary wealth, the valuables and the south, since the commencement of the pictures of Mazarin, were immense. He
year, was 424 degrees; from the southwas fond of hoarding, a passion that west, 401; from the west, 397; from the seized him when he first found himself north-west, 383; from the east, 36%; from banished and destitute. His love of pic- the north, 35; from the north-east, 344; tures was as strong as his love of power and from the south-east, 314.
Hoar frost, and icy efflorescences, were noticed on the following days : 8th, 10th, 15th, 16th, and 20th; the frost continued on the herbage during the whole of the 15th. The mornings of the 22d to the 25th were foggy, and also the evenings of the three former days, when the fog was very dense. The evening of the 11th, the whole of the 12th, and the afternoon of the 13th, was accompanied with wind. On the 19th, a few hail-stones fell in the forenoon. Raiu has fallen more or less on the 1st, 2d, 4th, 5th, 6th, 9th, 12th, 17th, and 18th.
During the former part of this month, the vegetable kingdom began to feel the effect of the solar influence: the buds began to swell; they also exhibited a tint of lively green; and a few of the earlier species were unfolding their leaves ; but when the chilling frosts took place, and the dense damp fogs enveloped the tender shoots, they shrank from the inclement atmosphere to await the arrival of a more genial season. Flora, however, scattered a few of her gems over the earth. On the 8th, several crocuses and primroses were observed in flower, and soon became abundant, together with the snowdrop. A few polyanthuses were seen on the 11th, and two or three wall-flowers. A daisy, here and there, has also been noticed.
No one will buy these shells of me,
Although for hours and hours I've striven
And roam'd about the sandy shore;
The tear-drop glistening in her eye;
And wherefore seem'st thou so distrest?
Its casement with green ivy deck'd,
The neighbours say that she will die-
To give it me she did prefer ;
She said, and ope'd her apron wide,
In tones from simple nature learn'd,
In all yon proud and giddy throng,
To place the pittance in thy hand,
In empty words and art's address,
Did then her beauteous cheek adorn;
And pour'd in nature's genuine glow
Like the young doe at morn's fresh hour;
Where Charity could thus refrain,
And kind remembrancers shall be
By ocean's marge at eve's calm hour,
În search of peace, or health, or joy,
Indent the yellow sand-beds o'er;
A lonely one, that seem'd to be
Of tender years, and she was fair
And wet by the retiring billow,
Her light blue frock, tuck'd up before,
Why sitt'st thou here, forlorn and wan?
THE GHOST OF LONDON BRIDGE; OR, THE
OLD BRIDGE'S LAMENTATION.
Or pierce the gloom that spread around, So misty was the morning found. 'Twas from its proud compeer I gazed, A modern structure, newly raised, With arch and buttress, huge and strong, Praised and admired by passing throng. As looking through the murky gloom, I guess'd “Old Bridge" had met its doom ; Pickaxe and shovel seem'd arrayed, In pulling do its balustrade; I list’ning thought, each loosen'd stone Utter'd a sad and dismal moan; Certes, a sound, not chanticleer, Came from the old and central pier, While on my dim uncertain sight, Methought there perched some restless spright; Yet vague it was, dark, undefined, Its form has vanished from my mind. Yet, be it lubber-fiend or ghost, It stirred not, but maintained its post, And, in a voice sepulchral, shrill, Thus mutter'd forth its thought and will "Why is my long dark sleep thus broke, By noisy din of hammer's stroke ? Have not these ancient arches stood, Time out of mind, the angry flood ? What busy crowds have paced my length, Safe in my firm and long-tried strength, Which, even now, resists the might Of mason's working, day and night, To raze my firm foundation-stone; The thought draws forth my deepest groan. What vestige is there of decay To cause this hubbub, fear, dismay? So far from signs of wasting strength, I hear combustion used at length; At least I know it by the shake, And thund'ring noise, that make one quake. “Am I to be supplanted by. Yon upstart younker flaunting high, Rearing its head in proud disdain, As if it were a Saxon, Dane, Boasting deeds of former glory, Chronicled in ancient story? One would think, from banners waving, (Scarce could I resist from raving,) When the bellowing cannon's tongue, Joined with the eager shouting throng, That then thy triumph was complete, Fixed at thy firm unshaken seat. But, ah! 'tis known, thou proud compeer, I own I speak it with a sneer, That thou a weakening crack hast shown, Which all thy boasting can't disown. True, thou art of modern structure, And, not less true, thou hast a fracture; Nor do I feel the least surprise, Nor open wide my ears, my eyes, In startling wonder at the cause; Art old and young, hath equal laws. Moderns have now the happy skill, Of raising, ata thought, or will, As with magician's fairy wand, What once took years to raise by hand; Bridges, and palaces, and tow'rs, Now rise by such strange quick’ning pow’rs, That we, who come of ancient race, Must travel with a slower pace. " But here is where the difference lies, The present build for modern eyes, Our ancestors had other aim, And, like Apelles, built for fame. I, who have strode for ages past Old Father Thames, am doom'd at last To fall a victim to the age ; I speak, as would a seer or sage, For ever since that hackney'd theme, That haunts my day, and nightly dream, That cuckoo note, 'the march of mind,' Whose airy flight outstrips the wind, For here the canker first took root, From this I date my fall'n repute. Moderns despise the works of yore, They deem them objects to deplore, And look upon a building old, However strong, majestic, bold,
In all its parts, as obsolete;
“ Age of refinement, age of boast,
Here ceased the voice, nor could I see
O'er thy lost site— Old Bridge'-farewell! *
I. S. H.
“Elohi, Elohi, lama sabacthani.” WHAT rending shout was that, which echoed long
and loud, With yells of hatred mingled, from yonder hurrying
crowd? Who bend their course, in haste, from the Jewish
judgment-hall, With a fated culprit in their midst, the mockery of all? The din of business ceases, and the numbers, who
can tell, Of those who join the cavalcade, and the bitter
“It is well known that Peter of Colchurch, the founder of Old London Bridge, did not live to wit. ness the completion of the structure, but died in 1205, and was buried in a crypt within the centre pier of the bridge, over which a chapel was erected, dedicated to St. Thomas à Becket.
“Mr. Brayley, in his . Londiniana,' written about five years since, observes, that, “if due care be taken when the old bridge is pulled down, the bones and ashes of its venerable architect may still be found;" and true enough, the bones of old Peter were found, on removing the pier, about a fortnight since." Mirror, copied in the Times, Jan. 14, 1832.
Even children aid the lawless cry, and on the suf The law and prophets long foretold the great ferer's name
Mesiah slain, The lip of hate and tongue of scorn, pour forth a Nor earth nor heaven shall ever see a day like this flood of shame.
again. Yet, why that wild expressive glance from many a
Write on thy temple, “Ichabod !" for soon the cry
of wo flashing eye, And why such hatred on the cheek, such tauntings
Shall rise more loud than on this day, and the in the cry?
spoiler overthrow. So meek and lowly seems the man on whom they
Thy gorgeous palaces ” shall fall, encircled in vent their spite,
flame, His look so mild, my spirit melts in pity at the sight!
And the ploughshare of God's wrath shall plough Alas! their cruel hands and hearts have wreathed
thy streets, Jerusalem ! his brow around
Yet, what a paragon of love! that God should send With a thorny crown, and drops of blood fast fall
His Son upon the ground.
To expiate upon the cross the crimes which men And he wears a tattered robe-they have stripped
have done! him of his own
Too huge a task for angel mind, stupendous, A purple robe of infamy about his body thrown!
The only sacrifice for sin, the mightiest and the They reach at length the place of death, and to the
last! cursed tree
The azure glow of crystal light that lingers on the His hands and feet are nailed, the uplifted cross I see.
road, The shouts, again renewed, in tenfold horror rise;
That leads the toiling pilgrim up to glory's bright Why should they thus revile and scorn, when a
abode, guiltless victim dies ?
And wafts the soul in ecstacy, when she spurns the But see! the sky is overcast, and the glory-beaming mortal clay, sun
To the sunshine of paradise, and everlasting day! Withdraws his wonted shining, ere his daily course is run.
March 5, 1832.
BENJAMIN GOUGH. Strange tremblings seize the earth, and the temple's
veil is rent, While thunders roll, and lightnings flash, across the firmament !
Review.— The Village Blacksmith; or, It is a spirit-stirring sight! three blood-stained Piety and Usefulness exemplified, in a
crosses stand, (Two malefactors die with him, one placed on either
Memoir of the Life of Samuel Hick. hand.)
By James Everett. pp. 278. 12mo. The pondrous thunder-clouds are edged with red Published by Hamilton, Adams, and
volcanic light, And serve as funeral flambeaus midst supernatural
Co., London. night.
“ Man is an animal fond of novelty," was Creation pays her homage to the Lord of earth and
the language of a heathen sage; and if man heaven, And, though the hard heart melteth not, the solid is now, what he was when the sentiment rocks are riven !
first found utterance, we have no doubt, on Oh, miracle of mercy! what must the anguish be, That wrung the cry, “Oh why, my God, hast thou
issuing our card of invitation, of being able forsaken me?
to regale the mental palate of our readers The ghastly shriek of terror, and the quivering lip
some new thing.” Perhaps few appear,
besides Mr. Everett himself, could The clinging grasp of wife and child, whose looks bespeak their fear.
have constructed, had they been so disThe eager question, “ Why is this?”—the chill of posed, such a goodly fabric, or, to pursue
dark despair, The conscience loud accusing-0! what a scene
our metaphor, have produced such a dish, was there!
out of such materials; for in the crudity of Three weary hours the darkness reigned, and many those very materials is to be seen the skill
of the dead Burst from their shrowded cerements, and through
of the artificer,--who makes light shine out the city sped.
of darkness, speaks confusion into order, And one, who at a distance gazed as he pressed the and throws a charm around what else had
heaving sod, Smote on his breast, looked up, and cried, “ This
been repulsive to both sight and taste. Yet was the Son of God !"
amid innumerable disadvantages, there was 'Tis done! the deed is over now—the quenchless
one advantage in the subject alone, which spirit fled,
the writer appears to have had prophecy of The lately gushing torrent stemmed, and bowed the thorn-crowned head.
soul sufficient to foresee, would arrest the The sable darkness disappears, and to the view dis attention of the reader, like the fiery brilplays
liancy of a comet, exclusive of its erratic The wondering crowd, who whisper as they hurry on their ways.
course. With the exception of the Vulcan Some say, “ He was a just man,” and others still of the heathen, and the knot-tier of Gretna
revile, Daring to curse the Nazarene, but trembling all the
Green, we know of no " artificer in brass while !
and iron,” not even Tubal-cain himself, the And thousands to the temple rush at the hour of
the secrets of whose history would be more evening prayer. But the door is closed against them all, and not a
interesting than those of “The Village priest is there.
Blacksmith ;' and in the life of no one of No, not a priest is there! for more precious blood is them will be found such an “ instructor."
spilt, Than the blood of "bulls or heifers slain," to cleanse
Mr. Everett appears to have felt the difa sinner's guilt.
ficulty of his subject, in its connexion with
religion; and, like a general who has care in this passage, and we are willing to fully viewed his position, and perceives concede to him no small share, we cannot every point of attack, proceeds to fortify but consider it as highly descriptive of himself and his cause where he is most the character so admirably introduced, vulnerable. Thus, in delineating the cha- supported, and delineated throughout the racter, and attempting to analyze the mind volume. of his hero, be observes, in reference to It may be briefly observed, that Samuel preceding remarks,
Hick was born at Micklefield, in Yorkshire, “This might appear to some, and may not im of poor parents-was apprenticed to a probably be subjected to the charge, as partaking a blacksmith-united himself to the followers little too much of the pencil and colouring of the artist; as permitting, in the real character of ro
of the Rev. John Wesley—became a useful mance, the imagination to be let loose upon a local preacher--and died in the full triumph subject which ought to command the graver exercise of reason. The fact is---for not anything
of the faith of Christ. A few specimen shall be permitted to operate to the suppression of extracts will exemplify, not only the cha. truth, and the Christianity of the case has nothing racter of the subject of the memoir, but of to fear in the way of consequence-the fact is, that such a man and such a life might-and it is penned
the memorialist as a writer. Previous to with reverence-might, without the aid of ima his union with the Methodists, when in the gination, without any art or exaggeration, form the
eighteenth year of his age, he heard a ground-work of a lighter exhibition, say-a farce, to the awfully solemn and splendid representation
Mr. Burdsall preach out of doors at York, of the Christian religion. But then, religion had on which occasion he was rather helpful nothing to do in the construction of the man's mind-a mind more nearly allied to the comic than
to the good man. the tragic in its operations, and whose effects,
“ Samuel's attention was soon gained, and his though perfectly undesigned on the part of the actor,
affection won, which, to Mr. B., was of no small laid a more powerful hold upon the lighter than the importance; for as he was proceeding with the graver feelings. Christianity took the man as it service, a clergyman advanced towards him, defound him, and performed upon him its grand
claring, that he should not preach there,-not if work, which is not to change the construction of the the Lord Mayor himself,' threatening to pull him mind so much as its nature; to affect, in other
down from the block.' Just as he was preparing words, its illumination and renovation: nor is it to carry his designs into execution, Samuel, whose requisite, to compare temporal things with spiritual, love to the preacher was such, that he felt, as he in cleansing a building, to change the position of
observed, as if he could lose the last drop of blood' either a door or a window."
in his defence, stepped up to the clergyman,
clenched his hands, and, holding them in a menacing He further remarks.
form to his face, accosted him in the abrupt and
measured terms of the ring, upon which he had but " This is not a subject slightly to be dismissed. a few minutes before been gazing,— Sir, if you Samuel Hick was untaught in the school of this disturb that man of God, I will drop you as sure as world ; art would have been lost upon him ; he
ever you were born.' There was too much emphasis was one upon whom education and polished so
in the expression, and too much fire in the eye, ciety could never have had their full effect; he to admit a doubt that he was in earnest. The seemed formed by nature, as well as designed by reverend gentleman felt the force of it--his counProvidence, for the forge; and not anything short tenance changed - the storm which was up in of the grace of God appears to have been capable Samuel had allayed the tempest in him, and he of constructing more than a blacksmith out of the
looked with no small concern for an opening in the materials of which he was formed. It was never
crowd, by which he might make his escape. intended that the hand of a Phidias should work
Samuel, though unchanged by Divine grace, had upon him. Such was the peculiar vein, though too much nobleness of soul in him to trample upon excellent in itself, that it would never have paid
an opponent who was thus in a state of humiliation for the labour."-pp. 63, 64, 108.
before him, and therefore generously took him “Samuel Hick, the subject of the present memoir, under his protection, made a passage for him was in the moral world, what some of the precious through the audience, and conducted him to the stones are in the mineral kingdom, a portion of outskirts without molestation, when he quickly which lie scattered along the eastern coast of the island, and particularly of Yorkshire, his own
disappeared. The manner in which this was done,
the despatch employed, and the sudden calm after county ;-a man that might have escaped the
the commotion, must have produced a kind of notice of a multitude of watering-place visitors, dramatic effect on the minds of religious persons, like the pebbles immediately under their eye ; who, nevertheless, in the midst of their surprise, one who, to pursue the simile, was likely to be gratitude, and even harmless mirth at the prepicked up by the curious, in actual pursuit of such
cipitate flight of their disturber, who was conspecimens, and thus,-though slighted and trodden
verted in an instant, by a mere stripling, from the under foot, like the encrusted gem, by persons lion to the timid hare, would be no more disposed of opposite taste, to be preserved from being for
to justify the clenched fist-the carth helping the ever buried in the dust, as a thing of nought in the woman in this way-than they could be brought to sand, after the opportunities of knowing his real
approve of the zeal of Peter, when, by a single value-when above the surface, had been permitted stroke, he cut off the right ear of the high priest's to pass unobserved and unimproved ;--one of those
servant. Samuel instantly resumed the attitude characters, in short, that could only be discovered
of an attentive hearer, without any apparent when sought after, or forced upon the senses by his emotions from what had transpired. In the launchown personal appearance, in the peculiarities by
ing forth his hand, he gave as little warning as the which he was distinguished—who was ever secure bolt of heaven; the flash of his eye was like the of his price when foumd-but who would, never lightning's glare -- a sudden burst of passion, theless, be placed by a virtuoso, rather among the withering for the moment-seen--and gone. more curious and singularly formed, than among the richer and rarer specimens in his collection.". pp. 1, 2.
Speaking of his religious character, in its Whatever credit Mr. Everett might wish beginnings, Mr. Everett observes,
" This case was one which would lead to the to take to himself for acuteness of discovery conclusion, that his religion commenced in heat 2D. SERIES, NO. 16.-VOL. II.
pp. 11, 12.