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1821.] Antiquarian Researches.-Egyptian Tomb. 443 around the body, and the arms folded West of the ancient city of Thebes, at the over the bosom *. An Egyptian manu. foot of the Lybian chain of mountains, is script, or papyrus, which measures 23 a tract of rocks called Gournou. These feet; it is the largest ever discovered. rocks extend in length about two miles.

As the researches and discoveries of Mr. It was here the inhabitants of Thebes inBelzoni have been a favourite subject in terred their dead, and the magnificence of our former Numbers, we will brieiy notice the Tomb will convey some idea of the the particular spot where this vast arti- greatness of this aucient city, whose origin ficial sepulchre was penetrated.

is totally unknown t. We present a rough About three miles from the Nile, to the sketch of its present site.

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The most remarkable ruins are the earthen walls, they form habitations for temples at Carnac and at Luxor, on the themselves, as well as for their cows, Easi side of the Nile. On the opposite camels, buffaloes, sheep, goats, and dogs. side are the sepulchres of the kings in the They cultivate a small tract of land, exsacred valley of Beban-el-Malook, which tending from the rocks to the Nile; but begins at Gournou, and runs towards the even this is in part neglected; for they preWest; the Temple of Gournou, partly fer, to the labours of agriculture, the more buried in the sand; the Memoonium, profitable but disgusting employment of where anciently was the colossal statue of digging for. mummies. Osymandyas, and the two sitting gigantic The Engraving, in the next page, is the figures, each fifty-two feet high, whicb re- usual entrance of an Egyptian Tomb : main from their original position. It was It is the representation of one at the

the Memnonium that Mr. Belzoni bottom of the narrow valley of Beban-elbrought the colossal bust of the young Malook. The rocks into which they are Memnon, now in the British Museum. cut are of calcareous stone, of an ex

The present natives Gournou live in tremely white colour. These eptrauces the entrance of the caves of the sepulchres. are generally surmounted with a bass-reHere, having made some partitious with lief, representing an oval, in wbich are

* The art of embalming the dead, so as to remain perfect for centuries, has been comparatively unknown to all nations, except the Egyptians. Herodotus and after him Diodorus Siculus, informn us, that bodies were embalmed in three different ways. The most magnificent was bestowed op persons of the most distinguished rank; the ex. pense of which amounted to a talent of silver (about 1381.) In this ceremony several hands were employed. Some drew the brain through the nostrils, by an instrument; others emptied the bowels and intestines, by cutting a hole in the side; after which the cavities were filled with aromatics and various odoriferous drugs. After some time, the body was swathed in lawn fillets, which were glued together with a kind of very thin gum, and then crusted over with the most exquisite perfumes. The body thus em. balmed, was delivered to the relations, and placed upright in a wooden coffin against the wall, eitber in sepulchres, or in their private houses.

+ According to Strabo, the ancient city of Thebes might vie with the noblest cities in the universe. Its hundred gates, celebrated by Homer, are universally known; and acquired it the surname of Hecatompylos, to distinguish it from the other Thebes in Bootia. Its population was proportiovate to its extent; and, according to history, it could send out at once two hundred chariots and ten thousand fighting men at each of its gates. The Greeks and Romans have celebrated its magnificence and grandeur, though they saw it only in its ruins ; so august were the remains of this city. Gent. Mag. May, 1821.

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ADAM GORDONI,

A Ballad.
WHOE’ER the Chronicles hath read

Of Paris or of Fordun?,
Can speak of heroes long since dead,

Who bore the name of Gordun.
Io field, in closet, and in hall,

They equally were noted;
But one who takes the shine' from all

Is for example quoted :
No hall had he, where blythe to be,

No closet for devotion;
The open fields were all his own,

As sailors claim the ocean.
His trade was arms, like Robin Hood's,

But yet we can't be sure
That while he took the rich man's goods

He gave them to the poor.
On Dunstaple's: bleak down he kept

A predatory station ;
O'er bills he rode, 'midst snow he slept,

The terror of the nation.
On what could cause this ceaseless ill

The neighbours us'd to ponder,
Some said the ghost of Normaa Will

Was there compelld to wander.
Some talk'd of compacts strange between

Hugh Bolebec 4 and the Devil,
Some said that ghosts by night were seen,

And all denounc'd it evil.
'Mongst such as held this latter faith

Appear'd a champion stubborn ;
Will Woston5 was his name, a Monk

And Cellarer of Woburn.

For such, he said, must be the case,

The first was naught and shabby ;-
How could Lord Bolebec be so base ?

He founded Woburn Abbey !
Like others, for his creed he'd fight;

But facts that chanc'd ere long
Prov'd, though 'was not exactly right,

'Twas not completely wrong.
One night, upon his palfrey's back,

Returning from the town,
He pac'd along a beaten track

Across the dreary Down:
And for some secret charge alarm’d,

- Indulgences or pelf,
He join'd a stranger who was arm'd

And mounted like bimself.
Arm'd with a sword and gun, you'll say,

Which dangers had prevented.-
No monk wore weapons in that day,

And guns were not invented.
This happen'd in third Henry's reign,

When none at points would stickle,
But thieves and outlaws scour'd the plain

From Dunstaple to Brickhill.
Our heroes each a cudgel bore,

Made of an old crab tree,
Which oft had done them good before,

In fearful jeopardy.
“Sir Priest," the stranger cried, " let's on,

Nor 'cross this desert lipger,
For I must sup, ere day be done,

With Nicholas de Tingre?:

1 It is well known to the readers of Matthew Paris, the Annals of Waverlie, T. Wykes, Chronicon of Dunstaple, &c. that Prince Edward (afterwards the first King of that name) engaged in a single combat with Adam Gordon; astonished at his bravery, he persuaded bim to forsake the course of an outlaw, and follow him.

Historians add, that he served the Prince with the utmost fidelity. See Hume and Heury. When he died is unknown.

2 Matthew Paris, compiler of an elaborate History of England, to the reign of Heory III.- Fordun, author of the “Scotichronicon."

3 Erroneously called Dunstable, from the supposition that a robber named Dun, kept his table there. The real etymology is,-Dunum, a bill, and Staple, an established mart, which Dunstaple antiently was, and called Forum Dianæ.

4 Hugb Lord Bolebec founded Woburn Abbey in 1145; as his father. had been one of the Norman invaders, Saxon charity would, no doubt, feel no scruples in assigoing him such a station after death. For some particulars concerning him, see the History of Woburn.

Of this person, William Woston, little can be traced beyond his mere existence; he was buried in the Chapel of Ease to Birchemore, now forming the town church of Woburn

6 That neighbourhood was so remarkable for plunderers, that Leofstan, abbot of St. Alban's, was obliged, a short time before the Conquest, to clear the Chiltern hills of their forests, which afforded a retreat to banditti.

7 Nicholas de Tingre, Tingrei, or Tingryth, resided at Flitwick, and was a valuable benefactor to the monks of Dunstaple; he sold them, in 1247, a rent-charge of 10s. per annum, for 9 marks sterling; and in the following year gave them all his lands in Husborn-Crawley, excepting one mill, which they afterwards obtained from him. At

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(May, “ A Frapklyn he, who loves good cheer, John Lathbury'sll a gallant knight, His bounty is no fable;

But doth with prowess bore us ; King Henry when he winters here,

No trumpet blows, but forth he goes, Can boast no better table.

And still returns yictorious, “ But since these parts are new to me, « Now wish'd I but to rest my bark Pray give some information,

Within a safe and true port, Who dwells in the vicinity,

l'd seek his roof in light or dark, And who in distant station?

Nor fear embattled Newport. « For I've been told a robber dwells John Mansel 12 is the pride of Wales, No distance from this place,

He fears vo noble's sole beck, And should we meet him on the hills, Nor cares what foe across may go, 'Twould prove an awkward case.”

A Beauchamp or a Bolebec. “ I've heard of him,” the Friar replies, “ Four thousand marks he owns per day, They say his name is Dun;

I rate it at the least; For aught I kuow, those tales are lies, Two Sovereigns and their Queens, they say, To find the gossips fun :

Have grac'd him at a feast. • But should bis Dunship stop us here,

“ E'en in adversity he's great, Our purses for to pick,

Tho' fall'o from wealth and power;
He'll find Will Woston does not fear A victim to the Barons' hate,
A bout at singlestick.

He pines within the Tower.
“ For, ere I enter'd Woburn's wall, "Enough of him, for why should I
My fame spread far and wide;

Become a base detractor And few there were without a fall

To him, whose race to Woburn's house Who once my cudgel tried.

Is still a benefactor? « But Hockliffe soon will be in sight, “ But Night proclaims declining Day, And so no more palaver,

So part we at this crampt bill, For then we part-there lives a knight For yonder lies your nearest way Hard by, ycleped Peyvre 8.

To Stepingley and Amp:hill." " Some say he sprang from lowly race, “ Thanks for your news," the stranger said, But Fortune, he ne'er miss'd her,

“ But largess, Friar, largess; For, trusting to a shameless face,

I feel the want of ale and bread, He courted Bidun's sister.

And coin to bear the charges. " How he for such a stake could play, “Come, Priest, no words, produce thy purse, I'm sure I cannot tell ;

Or I'll produce a bludgeon
But now at court he makes his way, Shall meet thee with a weighty curse,
And Henry likes him well.

And put thy life in dudgeon. «Then Conquest , Houghton's lord, a name “ Hadst thou but sought thy comrade's aid, By wbieb he's not belied ;

Nor talk'd in strain so bold, He scours the land for gold and fame, In peace thou hadst thy journey made, With horsemen at his side;

Inviolate thy gold. “ He hangs his pris'ners on a tree,

“ But thou must prate of early feats, Nor leads them to a judge;

And deeds io cudgel-war done; And if you stand on equity,

For this the braggadocio meets You'll find his law a fudge.

His thrall in Adam Gordon. De Salford 10 is a swordsman, bold, “ Down with thy gold, 'tis ready told, I care not who may know it;

By tenants' bands 'twas counted; Though if the truth perhaps were told, No speed can help thee to escape, My back and sides might show it.

For I'm much better mounted.”

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the same time he feasted them on St. Thomas's Day, and the Prior with his friends lay at his house, giving him, for all these good things, his fealty and homage.

8 Paulinus Peyvre, the subiect of this and the following stanzas, was originally a child of Fortune; from beggary be rose to riches, and built a splendid mansion at Todington, of which now not oue vestige remains. He married sister of Sir Jobp Bidun, of Lavendon, Bucks, which led to the making of him.

9 Sir John Conquest, of Houghton-Conquest; he accompanied Edward I. into Scotland, and held a command in his army.

10 Nigel de Salford, of Salford, Kuight of the shire for Beds.

11 John Lathbury, of Lathbury, ancestor (it seems) to the Abbot of Lavendon, elected in 1312.

12 John Mapsel, Clerk, Chancellor to Henry III, in whose cause he lived in affluence and died in exile.-The Chartulary of Snelshall Abbey records several benefactions to the Monks of Woburn by his family; probably part of the wealth so profusely bestowed by Henry III.

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To this the Priest rejoined straight, “ Farewell,” he cried," to seek for rest,
“Since bick’ring is begun,

My very wits must muse bard;
I raise my crab, beware thy pate,

The fairest falcon quits her nest,
And so have at thee, Dun."

For refuge with a Buzzard 15."
With courage stout to sticks they went, To Leighton's town he came at last,
Not sparing of their ire,

And fearing every din
While every blow the Outlaw sent

(Though foes and rope by speed were past), Was answer'd by the Friar.

Alighted at av inn.
Till Adam, seeing he should gain

He jeer'd mine host, and quaff'd his ale,
By this nor coin nor glory,

Of timely cheer no scorner ;
And that th' occurrence of the night

Aud chuckling o'er the evening's tale,
Would sound but ill in story,

Sat in the chimney-corner.
Collecting all his vigour, aim'd

The bowl was fill'd—the glass went round,
Its essence at the Priest,

And jests and gibes went with it ;
Who-stagger'd, fell, or dead or maim'd, The hostess drew her embers forth,
And tumbled from his beast.

And o'er them plac'd a trivet ;
But just as Gordon turn'd his horse, On which she set a luscious hoard
To quit the scene of fray,

Of what she could prepare,
He found him stopp'd by countless force, And Adam own'd De Tingre's board
That gave no choice but stay.

Display'd no better fare.
"Where is the wretch," said oneshe knew For hunger, the Sicilian 16 knew,
That voice was Conquest's own;

Is sauce to homely meat;
“ By Wardon's 13 Cross, for every loss

And when we're safe and hungry too,
Thou dearly shalt atone ;

E'en vinegar is sweet.
Go, take him to the nearest tree!”

While thus they sat, Love's gentle ray
But other was decreed;

The outlaw's bosom cheerd;}
For not a bough could any see,

He thought on her, who, far away,
To serve them at their need.

For Adam's safety fear'd;
Now many measur'd miles around

Mary of Farobam ''! 'twas thy charms
Was nothiog seen but chalk 14;

Could mitigate his grief,
What pity that rebellious ground

Could soothe him 'midst the din of arms,
Fair Justice's dues should baulk !

And give his woes relief.
But so it was towards Hockliffe's town As, bending o'er the rising fume,
They rode io proud array,

He chaf'd him at the fire,
There in some cell to bind him down,

Who sought that hospitable room
Uatil the peep of day.

But Conquest and the Friar?
He koew himself “ as good as dead,"

For they were hungry, cold, and vex'd,
And seeing that his fate

With inward perturbation,
Depended on a single thread,

As other folks might be, perplex'd,
He cast within his pate

In such a situation.
How some release from durance vile He rais'd his head, and round he look’d,
Dame Fortune's aid might plan;

But lower'd it no more
Por, from the veriest wretch her smile No time to see his victuals cook'd,
Can make a happy man.

No way to reach the door !
Luck was hisown--'neath Night's dark shade But Fortune was his friend again-
The horsemen trotted straight on,

As others touch'd with sin do,
He spurr'd his courser 'midst the crowd,

He dash'd thro' each resounding pane,
And dash'd along to Leighton.

And clear'd the kitchen window.
They found him gone, as well they might, " A fault!" the critic cries, “no glass
And beard his horse's clatter;

Was known in Henry's reigo.”.
But constant chace at dead of night Yet, brought to such a ticklish pass,
Is no such easy matter.

You'll own he 'scap'd a pane.
13 Wardon Abbey, near Bedford.

14 Travellers are well acquainted with this chalk; it is the pride, and a barren one, of the district of Chiltern.

15 The origin of the cognomen of Leighton is obscure ; it is usually supposed to emanate from the word Beau-desert ; but, strictly speaking, it should have been Maldesert ; in which case, Cacophony would have brought it to Mazzard. It is more pro. bable, as Mr. Lysons shows, that the name came from its lords, the family of Bossard. The discoverer of this fact can only be sufficiently rewarded by the application of a line in the Poem of Hudibras:-

“ He'll prove a Buzzard is no fowl.” 16 Dionysius the first, who observed that hunger could recommend even the “ black broth” of the Spartans. 17 Who Mary of Faruham was, is still open to conjecture.

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