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house was coming down; I went to see the me the following remarkable account of it: garret, and there was nothing amiss. A few - That it is a doleful disagreeable sound, days afterwards, Mr Higgon of Pont-Faen's heard before the deaths of many, and most son died. When the carpenter came to fetch apt to be heard before foul weather : the the boards to make the coffin, which were voice resembles the groaning of sick persons in the garret, he made exactly such a stir who are to die heard at first at a distance, in handling the boards in the garret, as then comes nearer, and the last near at was made before by some spirit, who fore- hand; so that it is a threefold warning of knew the death that was to come to pass. death-the king of terrors. It begins strong, In carrying the body to the grave, the and louder than a sick man can make; the burying stood where the light stood for second cry is lower, but not less doleful, about a quarter of an hour, because there but rather more so ; the third yet lower and was some water cross the way, and the soft, like the groaning of a sick man almost people could not go over it without wetting spent and dying ; so that a person well retheir feet, therefore they were obliged to membering the voice, and coming to the wait till those that had boots helped them sick man's bed who is to die, shall hear his

The child was buried in that very groans exactly alike, which is an amazing spot of ground in the church-yard where I evidence of the spirits' foreknowledge. saw the light stop after it came out of the Sometimes, when it cries very loud, it bears church. This is what I can boldly testify, a resemblance of one crying who is troubled having seen and heard what I relate, with a stitch. If it meets any hinderance in thing which before I could not believe. the way, it seems to groan louder. It is,

MORRIS GRIFFITH." or hath been, very common in the three “ Some have been so hardy as to lye commots of Ynis-Cenin. A commot is a down by the wayside where the corpse-can- portion of ground less than a canttref, or a dle passed, that they may see what passed; hundred; for three commots make up the for they were not hurted who did not stand hundred of Ynis-Cenin, which extends from

Some have seen the resem. the sea as far as Landilo-Fawr; containing blance of a skull carrying the candle, others twelve parishes, viz. Landilo-Fawr, Bettws, the shape of the person that is to die, carry- Lanedi, Lannon, Cydweli, Langenich, Pen. ing the candle between its fore fingers, hold- fre, Lanarthney, Langyndeiri, fc. which ing the light before its face. Some have lie on the south-east side of the river Towy, said that they saw the shape of those who where sometime past it cried and groaned were to be at the burying. I am willing before the death of every person, as my into suspend my belief of this, as seeming to formant thought, who lived that side of the be extravagant, though their foreboding county. It sounded before the death of knowledge of mortality appears to be very persons who were born in these parishes and wonderful and undeniable."

died elsewhere. Sometimes the voice is

heard long before death, yet three quarters VI.-The Kyhirraeth.

of a year is the longest time before hand.

But it must be a common thing indeed, as “ I am now going to give you an account it came to be a common thing for people to of the Kyhirraeth, a doleful foreboding say, by way of reproach, to a person maknoise before death, and inquire into the ing a disagreeable noise, Oh'r Kyhirraeth ; cause of this, and of the appearance of the and sometimes to children crying and groancorpse-candles.

ing unreasonable.” D. P. of Lan y Byther parish, a so- The Parish of Machen.--As J. W. ber sensible man, and careful to tell the James was going towards Bedwas, with a truth, informed me, that in the beginning young woman (whom he pretended to court) of the night, his wife and maid-servant be- towards Risca, and before they came oppo. ing together in the house, which was by the site Machen Hill, they saw, on the east wayside, they heard the doleful voice of the side of it, facing the parish of Risca, the Kyhirraeth ; and when it came over against resemblance of a boy going before them ; the window, it pronounced these strange and while they were looking at it, they saw words, of no signification that we know of it put its head between its legs, and transWoolach, Woolach ; and sometime after a forming itself into a ball of fire, rolling toburying passed that way. I confess a word wards the top of the hill ; it being as easy of this sound, especially the latter part of for a spirit to go up as to come down. Prethe last syllable sounding in Welsh like the sently after they heard the jingling sound twenty-third letter of the Greek alphabet, of iron, with which they saw many horses at least as they pronounced it formerly in drawing a load ; they went beyond Pont y the schools, pronounced by a spirit of the Meister Bridge, and then turned to a cross night near at hand, with a disagreeable hor- lane leading towards a house where there rid-sounding voice, was very terrible and was a man laying dead. When they went impressive upon the mind and memory. a little farther, they saw the earth cleaving The judicious Joshua Coslet, who lived on and opening, and out of it came a pillar of that side of the river Towy which runs fire, which, waving in the air, singed the through the middle of Carmarthenshire, young woman's handkerchief of a yellow where the Kyhirraeth is often heard, gave colour, which could never be washed out,


but continued as long as any of the pany passed by, exactly as the woman handkerchief remained. The man after heard. Mr W. was no man to tell an un. wards seriously confessed, that it was his in- truth, and the woman no self-interest to tention to debauch the young woman in his serve by telling an untruth. The wonder journey, but this dreadful sight prevented is, how these spirits can so particularly for. his evil intention.”

show things to come. Either their know. “ Walter Watkins of Neuath, in the ledge of future things near at hand must be parish of Landdetty, in the county of Bre- very great, or they must have a great in. con, being at school at Carmarthen, and as fluence to accomplish things as foreshown. he and some other scholars, who lodged in Be it either way, the thing is wonderful ! the same house with him, were playing ball of the very minute and particular knowby the house, late in the evening, heard the ledge of these spirits in the manner of death dismal mournful noise of the Kyhirraeth and burials." very near them, but could see nothing which The reader will be at no loss to was very shocking to hear. Though these perceive the resemblance of the above sort of men are incredulous enough, yet superstitions to those of the Highlands they were soon persuaded that it was the

of Scotland. The same book contains voice of neither man nor beast, but of some spirit, which made them leave their play about the devil, balls of fire, &c. but

a great variety of miscellaneous stories and run into the house. Not long after, a man who lived near the house died. This I have sent you all the passages that kind of noise is always heard before some appeared to me worthy of transcripperson's death.

tion. If this communication be ac“ The woman of the house where these ceptable, you shall hear from me again scholars lodged, related to them many such ere long.

T. P. C. accounts, which they heard with contempt

Bristol, May 4th. and ridicule, believing nothing of what she said. One morning they asked her, sportingly, what she had seen or heard of a spirit that night ? She readily answered, that she heard a spirit come to the door, and passing LETTER FROM Z. TO LEIGH HUNT, by her while she sat by the fire, it seemed to walk into a room where a sick man was, and after some time I heard it coming back,

SIRE, and as if it fell down in a faint and was

Your Majesty, the King of the Cockraised up again. Soon after the sick man

neys, having signified your royal resorose up, thinking he was able to walk, came into the room where the woman heard the lution to preserve an inviolable silence fall

, and fell down dead in that very part of towards me, the unfortunate 2., who the room where the spirit made the same

am said to “ think the green leaves kind of stir which his fall made, and was black," and to be ignorant of all made by those that raised him up." noble theories,” (I refer your Majesty

In Montgomeryshire. Edward Lloyd, to one of your late edicts in the Cockin the parish of Langyrig, being very those that were with him heard the voice of standing, as it becomes a good and

ney Court-gazette,) I shall, notwithsome person very near them ; they looked about the house, but could see no person ;

faithful subject to do, continue to pay the voice seemed to be in the room where

a little further homage to your Ma. they were. Soon after they heard these

jesty; and I therefore now seek, with words, by something unseen, Y mae Nen- a fitting tribute, once more to approach bren y Ty yn craccio (the uppermost beam your throne. In the first place, then, of the house cracketh); soon after, Fe dorr i humbly suggest, that you give youryn y man (it will presently break); then they heard the same voice say, Dyna fy yn natural to a crowned head, and that

self too many of those regal airs so torri (there it breaks): he died that mo. ment, which much affected the company."

you conduct yourself, at your court at " A woman in Carmarthen town, pro

Lisson Grove, with a stateliness and tested to Mr Charles Winter, of the parish hauteur that may be considered, by of Bedwellty (who was then at the academy, the youthful nobility of Cockaigne, a and since became a preacher of the gospel), perfect model of monarchical dignity, that she heard like the sound of a company, but is, in fact, risibly characteristic of as it were a burying coming up from a ri

your plebeian origin and education. ver, and presently as it were the sound of a

Your Majesty is also subject to cart coming another way to meet the company ; and the cart seemed to stop while seemly fits of passion, which you try the company went by, and then went on.

to smile off before your courtiers with Soon after a dead corpse was brought from

an aspect alarmingly ghastly; yet, on the river from one of the vessels, and a cart

the whole, your personal appearance, met the burying, and stopped till the com- which with wincing soreness you ac





this motto,

cused me of having caricatured, is not have awaked raving, and subject to ununcaptivating. What with your “ ivy couth peals of hysterical and sardonic crown” “ shed nodding over both laughter. That clever actress, Mrs eyes," as it was fixed there by the Bartley, could not have recited Col. delicate hand of young Mister Keats, lins's Ode to the Passions with greater -what with “

your ripe locks and variety of action and gesticulation, fair light limbs,” and the “ yellow with more " whisks and whirrings' breeches.” celebrated by, me in my of frenzied emotion, than did Leigh first address, and which, to better Hunt peruse my Critique. Anger, pity, eyes than mine, may, for any thing I fear, and revenge, alternately ruled know,“ seem sky-blue scarlet,”—your that royal bosom, Majesty must be a most formidable

Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, personage to the Maids of Honour

Possess'd beyond the Muse's painting.' about court; and such bodily accomplishments and attractions What a fine subject for a series of quite sufficient to justify that harm- pictures ! “ Collins's Ode to the Pasless personal vanity which “ the many sions, illustrated by a series of views men so beautiful” have in general ex- of Leigh Hunt in appropriate costume. hibited, whether fate have kept them, Engraved by Landseer, from the orithroughout life, in a private station, ginal paintings by R. Haydon ;" with or elevated them, like Leigh Hunt, to a throne.

Mille habet ornatus, mille decenter habet. That I may not feel myself too much constrained, however, by this hung up in that magnificent chamber

These you might have framed, and image of royalty regularly carried on

of yours at Lisson Grove, where, ami. throughout, I propose now to address able but infatuated bardling, Mister you sometimes as plain Leigh Hunt, John Keats, slept on the night when sometimes as the editor of the Exa- he composed his famous Cockney Poem miner newspaper, sometimes as the in honour of author of the incestuous “ Story of Rimini," sometimes as the gatherer of “Him of the rose, the violet, and the spring, “ Foliage” and “ Green-woods," and The social smile, the chain for freedom's sometimes as the potent and august

sake," King of the Cockneys. And if, in and other mighty masters of the lyre, following out this method, I occasion- that often as you are sickened with ally depart from that respectful lan- the follies and sins of mankind, (a guage which the vulgar prejudices of complaint to which, you weekly inform the ignorant may think due to ma- us, you are lamentably subject, as well jesty, I hope that the Cockney King as to bad headaches, proceeding from will extend to me his gracious pardon, bile and indigestion, you may withwhile he calls to mind his own youth- draw to the holy contemplation of ful imprudences in that sort, and those your own divine perfections, and there many melancholy prison hours, when perk up with timid mouth” “ and he sought to beguile the punishment lamping eyes,” (so you have it) upon inflicted on him for the outrage he what to you is dearer and more glohad committed against his sovereign, rious than all created things besides, by the whisper of that Italian Muse till you become absorbed in your own who “ visited his slumbers nightly,” identity,-motionless, mighty, and and breathed into his ear all the ago- magnificent, in the pure calm of Cocknies and all the transports of an in- neyism. cestuous passion.

Does your Majesty remember, how, It appears then that you, Leigh during the paroxysms of your passion, Hunt, after ten years' unintermitted you kept fearfully crying out for 2. abuse of your sovereign and of the Nothing would pacify you but the apgovernment of your country, and after pearance of that gentleman. A mesthe publication of many hundred libels, sage was accordingly sent to him, and, both of a public and private kind, have being a good-natured man, he was suddenly fallen into convulsions at about to visit the patient, when, all at the first frown of a “ poor creature," once, you stayed your hand, and whom, nevertheless, you pretend to changed your measure," and threatendespise ; and after having lain in a ed the very person whom, in the same speechless state for some weeks, you breath, you had invited to visit you,


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all the terrors of the law, if he should concealing or avowing one's self to be venture to set foot within the Cock- the castigator of your wicked and perney King's dominions. Not wishing nicious tale of incest? To fear Leigh to be brought into any unnecessary Hunt, is beyond the power of human ti. trouble by a lunatic, I contented my- midity. But while I despise you and your self with quoting the following rhymes, noisy impotence, I choose freedom from which you may tind in Cambden : the molestation of your abuse. You “ Were I in my castle of Bungay,

are the coward. You bawled upon a Beside the river of Waveney,

man, who, you clearly saw, held you I would ne care for the King of Cockney." in derision, to offer himself to the comIn spite and in pity of your wild yells bat. You are like some puny drunk. of "Coward ! Coward !” I am, at this ard at a village-wake, “shewing fight” present moment, writing incog. And to a sober man; and, in the midst of I purpose doing so, till it may suit my all his vapouring, vell aware, first, own convenience to affront, “ in ang- that the muscular object of his slary parle," the offended majesty of vering curses would be satisfied with Lisson Grove. But, meanwhile, let merely holding up his fist; and, seme open your eyes, if possible, to the condly, that his own gang would prefoolishness of this expression—“ Cow- vent him from fighting, and were his ard.”

challenge accepted, cry out for a conYou, Leigh Hunt, allow your rage

stable. and conscious guilt (for you know that “ Then see what thou'lt do: Rimini is an incestuous poem) to Woul't weep ? Woul'T FIGHT ? woul't drive you into the stupidest incon- fast ? woul't tear thyself? sistency of speech. You tell us that Woul't drink up easil ? eat a crocodile ?

I'LL DO'T.” you are answerable for every thing in your inflammatory and unprinci- In the midst of your fury, you pled newspaper, and that therefore would fain be jocular. You tell me every man who writes against you, that I think the “green leaves black," ought to give his name to the pub- and am ignorant of “ all noble theolic. There is no logic in this—it is ries.” Truly if I were to form my a non-sequitur. You may unblush- opinion of “ leaves” from your system ingly expose yourself and your name of “ Foliage,” I should have singular to the scorn and disgust of the wise notions both of their shape and colo and the good-you may endeavour to A tree in the hands of Leigh sap the foundations of civil society and Hunt is a very odd affair. No such of social life-you may, as you have tree as he is in the habit of describing often done in prose, eulogise prosti- grows in the British isles ; nor is any tutes and kept-mistresses, and sneer description of it to be found in Eveat that dull thing a wife-you may, lyn's Silva. I am sorry it is not in as you have done in something that is my power to admire what I never saw. not prose, hold up to the love, and But how is this my insensibility to pity, and admiration, and worship of the colour of leaves, or rather the disvirgins, the incestuous and adulterous eased state of my optical nerves, conwretch, who took to her polluted em- nected with that hatred and disgust braces her husband's brother, for no which I, in common with every body other cause than because he was a else, entertain for indecent and ima handsome man, and “ more light- moral compositions in verse, more parsomely dropt in his lordly back”- ticularly the “ Story of Rimini ?" And you may, as you have done, abet mur- can it indeed be, that no one can adder and assassination, by blaming the mire, or even see, the beauties of nageneral principle, and yet applauding ture, without also admiring that most or extenuating each particular in- artificial of all objects, Mr Leigh stance of it—and to all these enor- Hunt? mities you may affix, with an im- With respect to my ignorance “ of perial flourish, the sign-manual of all noble theories,” there again breaks

EIGH Hunt-17. But is that any forth the vanity of the Cockney King: reason why Z., or any other man, You think that “all noble theories” should voluntarily offer himself to the are contained in your own writingsfilthy abuse of a crew of Jacobins and for of those alone did I speak. And I incendiaries? How can courage or presume, that the "ideal beauty of“ all cowardice be in any way shewn, by those noble theories" is to be found


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in the “ Story of Rimini.” Noble man being against another, and conas those theories are, let me hope that cludes with a threat of assassination, they may never be carried into prac- either idiotically unmeaning, or satice. Let me hope that wives may vagely wicked. Prince John is in high continue to love their husbands, and glee at the sarcasms of this lurking asto remain faithful to their bed, though sassin ; he delights to think that Mr they may chance to see finer men at Canning allowed himself to be dischurch and market,--that a holier turbed by them ; a single unguarded power guards the sanctity of the mar- expression of an animated orator, duriage-couch, than whim, fancy, caprice, ring the warmth of discussion, is judgpassion, and shameless desire,—that ed by him worthy of death and a conexecration and hatred shall for ever juration of murderers; for the sake of pursue the memory of the unprincipled one word, an accomplished gentleman, adultress,-thatinstead of flowers being rhetorician, scholar, and poet, ought, sprinkled, and annual hymns chaunted according to this moralist, to be outover the mingled dust of incestuous lawed from human society, and denied paramours, weeds may grow there, the common attributes of a human and toads undisturbed engender ; and being; and, at the fancied idea of his that all low-minded and paltry men, humiliation, a shout is raised by the who, in folly, or in wickedness, shall royal brothers, that shakes the whole seek, like Leigh Hunt, to versify vice kingdom of Cockney, from Lisson into virtue, may meet with some just Grove to No 18, Catherine Street, infliction, as severe as that which makes Strand. him at this moment to wince, wail, and Your Majesty seems to be sensible tremble, and in his heart to feel all of the extraordinary style of your roya the agonies of remorse, without the al edicts, and you seek to preserve softening of repentance, at having de- your own consistency by the sacrifice dicated to a licentious muse the pri- of Prince John. How hard the hearts son-hours that were doomed to be of kings! There, alas, generosity is the punishment of his sedition. not to be found. You, forsooth, think,

But it seems that Leigh Hunt now that the author of the letter to Mr denies having had any thing to do with Canning ought to come forward ; these pot-valiant denunciations of ven- though you also think, that he may geance against Z.

You sat still and have good reason for not doing so; and silent,

with these clashing opinions of your " As the female dove,

own, you give your royal brother a Or ere her golden couplets are disclosed," sort of awkward lecture on his absurd You are still “ he of the rose and the and contending principles. But still violet,”

you admire the author of the letter

hint that he is your friend--and the “ A fool of sweetness, crispness, ease, friend of man-talk of enduring “peCompound of lovely smallnesses.”

trefaction” before you disclose his name But your brother, who appears to be breathe not a syllable of displeasure the drudge at the printing-office in with his ferocity and avowed detertown, while your Majesty resides at mination, under supposeable circumHampstead, was, you say, the oracle stances, to commit murder--and deon that occasion. Really the King of light in the universal odium against the Cockneys must himself be sensible Mr Canning, which, according to you, of the imprudence of Prince John. That his atrocious epistle has excited. umhappy prince must needs have two Prince John can have no hopes of separate readings of his creed. He calls the succession, for you have often told upon 2. to come forward with his the world, that your throne is surname, and declares him to be a coward rounded by a numerous progeny, but for withholding it, though all that 2. you ought to drill him into the appeardid was to expose the wickedness of ance of consistency with himself and an immoral poem.

By and by the his elder brother ; so that he may not Examiner publishes, with high praise drive you into the necessity of again and commendation, a letter to Mr speaking of the “poor creature whom Canning, which, whatever may be its you last week dismissed ;” as if Z. character as a literary composition, is, could be said to be dismissed from a beyond doubt, the most malignant and mind which his image for ever haunts fiendish curse ever uttered by one hu- like an avenging shadow, and from

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