lost Tannajee Maloosray."- Family Library, No. XV., Gleig's History of India. LONGEVITY. In the History of the County of Down, printed in 1744, are some curious notices of the aged persons of that county. We here present our readers with the following list, as a kind of memorandum of some very old persons who have died since that period. Year of Persons' Names. 1749 Alexander Bennett 1754 Alexander M'Kendric 1777 David Moorehead 1784 Widow Petticrew 1785 Mary M'Donnell 1794 James M'Donagh 1798 Alexander Brown 1808 Hercules M'Dowell 1809 Robert Gibson 1811 Thomas Torney 1812 Owen Maghery 1812 M'Dowell 1815 James Magee 1816 Patrick Fitzgerald 1816 James Riddel 1816 Charles Haveran 1818 John Manson 1818 Ann M'Cullogh 1819 Isabella White 1821 James Walker 1822 Agnes Beck 1822 Jane Gibson 1824 William Gibson 1826 Samuel Cumming 1826 John Blackwood 1827 William Johnston 1828 Ann Anderson 1828 William Rainey 1828 William Irwin 1828 Thomas Taylor 1829 Jane Stitt Districts Ages, where they died. 100 Downpatrick 107 Newry 91 Dromore 98 Ballynahinch stronger, since it survived. A fatal malady had seized on the Cardinal, whilst engaged in the conferences of the treaty, and worn by mental fatigue. He brought it home with him to the Louvre. He consulted Guenaud, the great physician, who_told him that he had two months to live. Some days after receiving this dread mandate, Brienne perceived the Cardinal, in a nightcap and dressing gown, tottering along his gallery, pointing to his pictures, and ex"Must I quit all these?" He claiming, saw Brienne, and seized him: "Look," exclaimed he, "look at that Correggio! this Venus of Titian! that incomparable Deluge of Caracci! Ah! my friend, I must quit all these. Farewell, dear pictures, that I loved so dearly, and that cost me so much!" His friend surprised him slumbering in his chair at another time, and murmuring, "Guenaud has said it! Guenaud has said it!" A few days before his death, he caused himself to be dressed, shaved, rouged, and painted, "so that he never looked so fresh and vermilion," in his life. In this state he was carried in his chair to the promenade, where the envious courtiers cruelly rallied, and paid him ironical compliments on his appearance. Cards were the amusement of his deathbed, his hand being held by others; and they were only interrupted by the visit of the papal nuncio, who came to give the Cardinal that plenary indulgence to which the prelates of the sacred college are officially entitled. Mazarin expired on the 9th of March, 1661.-Lardner's Cyclopædia. METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS. THE mean temperature of February was 37 degrees of Fahrenheit's thermometer. The maximum, which was 54 degrees, took place on the 5th, when the direction of the wind was south-westerly; the minimum, which was 29 degrees, occurred on the 15th, with a north-easterly wind. The range of the thermometer was 25 degrees; and the prevailing wind north-east. The direction of the wind has been north-easterly, nine days; south-westerly, five; easterly, four; westerly, four; northerly, three; northwesterly, two; southerly one; and southeasterly, one. The mean temperature of the air, during the days that the wind was observed from the south, since the commencement of the year, was 42 degrees; from the southwest, 40; from the west, 393; from the north-west, 383; from the east, 36; from the north, 35; from the north-east, 34; and from the south-east, 311. 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. Rain 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. POETRY. THE SHELL-GATHERER. FAR from my home, as once I stroll'd By ocean's marge at eve's calm hour, Where the retiring billows roll'd And foam'd and bellow'd with a voice of power. Gay was the scene, for numbers there, Here glittering cars, and horsemen there, But there was one that caught my glance, A lovely girl she was, and one Of tender years, and she was fair As e'er was seen by circling sun, In all his spacious and his bright career. Upon a fragment lately wash'd, And wet by the retiring billow, She sat, while wild waves near her dash'd,— Her head hung down-her hand became its pillow. The rock on which she sat I gain'd Her light blue frock, tuck'd up before, Of shells fresh gather'd from the pebbly shore. Why sitt'st thou here, forlorn and wan? And thus, with sorrow's voice, her tale began No one will buy these shells of me, Although for hours and hours I've striven Has on each sand-bed, rock, and shallow driven. 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, To place the pittance in thy hand, I tripled ('twas a trifle) her demand. 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; And kind remembrancers shall be THE GHOST OF LONDON BRIDGE; OR, THE OLD BRIDGE'S LAMENTATION. "TWAS on a chill November morn, I pass'd Old London Bridge forlorn; The wind sighed with a mournful dirge, Or pierce the gloom that spread around, I list'ning thought, each loosen'd stone Methought there perched some restless spright; Its form has vanished from my mind. It stirred not, but maintained its post, 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, What busy crowds have paced my length, The thought draws forth my deepest groan. To cause this hubbub, fear, dismay? And thund'ring noise, that make one quake. "Am I to be supplanted by Yon upstart younker flaunting high, Boasting deeds of former glory, One would think, from banners waving, That thou a weakening crack hast shown, What once took years to raise by hand; Now rise by such strange quick'ning pow'rs, "But here is where the difference lies, Old Father Thames, am doom'd at last In all its parts, as obsolete; A change would make it quite complete. A stately structure, to the view, Wren, if alive, might sneer about them, The schoolmaster's abroad,' is heard. This is the cant-word of the day, Which none, they fancy, can gainsay. "Age of refinement, age of boast, Hear the last words of my poor ghost; I speak it, mid a cloud of dust, That now surrounds my ghostly bust; You must a little wiser grow, Although your movements should be slow; Art to endure, in every age, Must time and labour long engage; I point to works of Greece and Rome, Here ceased the voice, nor could I see "It is well known that Peter of Colchurch, the founder of Old London Bridge, did not live to witness 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 sufferer's name The lip of hate and tongue of scorn, pour forth a flood of shame. Yet, why that wild expressive glance from many a flashing eye, And why such hatred on the cheek, such tauntings in the cry? So meek and lowly seems the man on whom they vent their spite,! His look so mild, my spirit melts in pity at the sight! Alas! their cruel hands and hearts have wreathed his brow around With a thorny crown, and drops of blood fast fall upon the ground. And he wears a tattered robe-they have stripped him of his own A purple robe of infamy about his body thrown! They reach at length the place of death, and to the His hands and feet are nailed, the uplifted cross I see. But see! the sky is overcast, and the glory-beaming Creation pays her homage to the Lord of earth and heaven, And, though the hard heart melteth not, the solid rocks are riven ! Oh, miracle of mercy! what must the anguish be, forsaken me?" The ghastly shriek of terror, and the quivering lip appear, The clinging grasp of wife and child, whose looks bespeak their fear. The eager question, "Why is this?"-the chill of dark despair, The conscience loud accusing-O! what a scene was there! Three weary hours the darkness reigned, and many of the dead The law and prophets long foretold the great Nor earth nor heaven shall ever see a day like this Write on thy temple, "Ichabod!" for soon the cry of wo Shall rise more loud than on this day, and the Thy gorgeous palaces" shall fall, encircled in flame, Yet, what a paragon of love! that God should send To expiate upon the cross the crimes which men Too huge a task for angel mind, stupendous, weighty, vast, The only sacrifice for sin, the mightiest and the last! The azure glow of crystal light that lingers on the road, That leads the toiling pilgrim up to glory's bright abode, And wafts the soul in ecstacy, when she spurns the To the sunshine of paradise, and everlasting day! REVIEW. The Village Blacksmith; or, "MAN is an animal fond of novelty," was That wrung the cry, "Oh why, my God, hast thou issuing our card of invitation, of being able to regale the mental palate of our readers with " some new thing." Perhaps few men, besides Mr. Everett himself, could have constructed, had they been so disposed, such a goodly fabric, or, to pursue our metaphor, have produced such a dish, out of such materials; for in the crudity of those very materials is to be seen the skill of the artificer,--who makes light shine out of darkness, speaks confusion into order, and throws a charm around what else had been repulsive to both sight and taste. amid innumerable disadvantages, there was one advantage in the subject alone, which the writer appears to have had prophecy of soul sufficient to foresee, would arrest the attention of the reader, like the fiery bril Burst from their shrowded cerements, and through the city sped. And one, who at a distance gazed as he pressed the heaving sod, Smote on his breast, looked up, and cried, "This was the Son of God!" 'Tis done! the deed is over now-the quenchless spirit fled, The lately gushing torrent stemmed, and bowed the thorn-crowned head. The sable darkness disappears, and to the view displays Yet The wondering crowd, who whisper as they hurry liancy of a comet, exclusive of its erratic on their ways. Some say, "He was a just man," and others still course. With the exception of the Vulcan of the heathen, and the knot-tier of Gretna Daring to curse the Nazarene, but trembling all the Green, we know of no "artificer in brass revile, while! And thousands to the temple rush at the hour of evening prayer. But the door is closed against them all, and not a priest is there. No, not a priest is there! for more precious blood is spilt, Than the blood of "bulls or heifers slain," to cleanse a sinner's guilt. and iron," not even Tubal-cain himself, the the secrets of whose history would be more interesting than those of "The Village Blacksmith;" and in the life of no one of them will be found such an "instructor." Mr. Everett appears to have felt the difficulty of his subject, in its connexion with religion; and, like a general who has carefully viewed his position, and perceives every point of attack, proceeds to fortify himself and his cause where he is most vulnerable. Thus, in delineating the character, and attempting to analyze the mind of his hero, he observes, in reference to preceding remarks, "This might appear to some, and may not improbably be subjected to the charge, as partaking a little too much of the pencil and colouring of the artist; as permitting, in the real character of romance, the imagination to be let loose upon a subject which ought to command the graver exercise of reason. The fact is for not anything shall be permitted to operate to the suppression of truth, and the Christianity of the case has nothing to fear in the way of consequence-the fact is, that such a man and such a life might-and it is penned with reverence-might, without the aid of imagination, without any art or exaggeration, form the ground-work of a lighter exhibition, say-a farce, to the awfully solemn and splendid representation of the Christian religion. But then, religion had nothing to do in the construction of the man's mind-a mind more nearly allied to the comic than the tragic in its operations, and whose effects, though perfectly undesigned on the part of the actor, laid a more powerful hold upon the lighter than the graver feelings. Christianity took the man as it found him, and performed upon him its grand work, which is not to change the construction of the mind so much as its nature; to affect, in other words, its illumination and renovation: nor is it requisite, to compare temporal things with spiritual, in cleansing a building, to change the position of either a door or a window." He further remarks. "This is not a subject slightly to be dismissed. Samuel Hick was untaught in the school of this world; art would have been lost upon him; he was one upon whom education and polished society could never have had their full effect; he seemed formed by nature, as well as designed by Providence, for the forge; and not anything short of the grace of God appears to have been capable of constructing more than a blacksmith out of the materials of which he was formed. It was never intended that the hand of a Phidias should work upon him. Such was the peculiar vein, though excellent in itself, that it would never have paid for the labour."-pp. 63, 64, 108. "Samuel Hick, the subject of the present memoir, was in the moral world, what some of the precious stones are in the mineral kingdom, a portion of which lie scattered along the eastern coast of the island, and particularly of Yorkshire, his own county; a man that might have escaped the notice of a multitude of watering-place visitors, like the pebbles immediately under their eye;— one who, to pursue the simile, was likely to be picked up by the curious, in actual pursuit of such specimens, and thus,-though slighted and trodden under foot, like the encrusted gem, by persons of opposite taste, to be preserved from being for ever buried in the dust, as a thing of nought in the sand, after the opportunities of knowing his real value-when above the surface, had been permitted to pass unobserved and unimproved ;-one of those characters, in short, that could only be discovered when sought after, or forced upon the senses by his own personal appearance, in the peculiarities by which he was distinguished-who was ever secure of his price when found-but who would, nevertheless, be placed by a virtuoso, rather among the more curious and singularly formed, than among the richer and rarer specimens in his collection."pp. 1, 2. Whatever credit Mr. Everett might wish to take to himself for acuteness of discovery 2D. SERIES, NO. 16.-VOL. II. in this passage, and we are willing to concede to him no small share, we cannot but consider it as highly descriptive of the character so admirably introduced, supported, and delineated throughout the volume. It may be briefly observed, that Samuel Hick was born at Micklefield, in Yorkshire, of poor parents-was apprenticed to a blacksmith-united himself to the followers of the Rev. John Wesley-became a useful local preacher-and died in the full triumph of the faith of Christ. A few specimen extracts will exemplify, not only the cha racter of the subject of the memoir, but of the memorialist as a writer. Previous to his union with the Methodists, when in the eighteenth year of his age, he heard a Mr. Burdsall preach out of doors at York, on which occasion he was rather helpful to the good man. "Samuel's attention was soon gained, and his affection won, which, to Mr. B., was of no small importance; for as he was proceeding with the service, a clergyman advanced towards him, declaring, that he should not preach there,-not if the Lord Mayor himself,' threatening to pull him down from the block.' Just as he was preparing to carry his designs into execution, Samuel, whose love to the preacher was such, that he felt, as he observed, as if he could lose the last drop of blood' in his defence, stepped up to the clergyman, clenched his hands, and, holding them in a menacing form to his face, accosted him in the abrupt and measured terms of the ring, upon which he had but a few minutes before been gazing,- Sir, if you disturb that man of God, I will drop you as sure as ever you were born.' There was too much emphasis in the expression, and too much fire in the eye, to admit a doubt that he was in earnest. The reverend gentleman felt the force of it-his countenance changed -the storm which was up in Samuel had allayed the tempest in him, and he looked with no small concern for an opening in the crowd, by which he might make his escape. Samuel, though unchanged by Divine grace, had too much nobleness of soul in him to trample upon an opponent who was thus in a state of humiliation before him, and therefore generously took him under his protection, made a passage for him through the audience, and conducted him to the outskirts without molestation, when he quickly disappeared. The manner in which this was done, the despatch employed, and the sudden calm after the commotion, must have produced a kind of dramatic effect on the minds of religious persons, who, nevertheless, in the midst of their surprise, gratitude, and even harmless mirth at the precipitate flight of their disturber, who was verted in an instant, by a mere stripling, from the lion to the timid hare, would be no more disposed to justify the clenched fist-the earth helping the woman in this way-than they could be brought to approve of the zeal of Peter, when, by a single stroke, he cut off the right ear of the high priest's servant. Samuel instantly resumed the attitude of an attentive hearer, without any apparent emotions from what had transpired. In the launching forth his hand, he gave as little warning as the bolt of heaven; the flash of his eye was like the lightning's glare a sudden burst of passion, withering for the moment-seen-and gone."pp. 11, 12. con Speaking of his religious character, in its beginnings, Mr. Everett observes, "This case was one which would lead to the conclusion, that his religion commenced in heat 2 A 160.-VOL. XIV. |