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Frank, feeling more composed, asked his temptation is certainly very great, though wife to proceed with her communications. I doubt whether I am in a state at present

" • Well then,' said she, • Mr Butler, to visit any where. However, if the party who has been very fortunate abroad, has re- consists of persons addicted to such enjoyturned your property with a fourfold in- ments as you mention, it cannot be a large crease; and on the very day that this ar- one, nor a boisterous one. We shall be haprived, the secret of your repeated ill success py to go with you, Marriott How little was laid open. It should have been made did I dream of such a pleasure yesterday at known before, for now we are out of reach this time.' of its consequences. Do you recollect have “ And most delightful was the evening to ing an argument with a Mr Simpson once Frank. I question if his very weariness, at Marriott's house ? This person in reli- and the subdued state of his spirits, did not gious zeal, and resentment of that dispute, add a luxury to the time. He reposed has gone about with strange stories against quietly amidst the refined productions of art. you; but he is afflicted now with sickness The day had been remarkably fine, and and remorse, and Mr Marriott, who says he the evening, considering it was in the month is more unfortunate than vicious, has been of April, was warm and still. Marriott had comforting him, and promising your for- not over-rated his friend's taste.

The room giveness.

in which the company assembled, opened, “ • It is quite proper,' answered Frank, through windows reaching to the floor, on a • that he should be forgiven ; and I sin vista of fir-trees. Between the windows were cerely hope he does not know the full effect white marble slabs, heaped up with a prohis machinations have had on us. I cannot fusion of rare plants of all colours, which speak much about it at present, especially were set off by the quiet light of a groundwhen I look at that pale face of thine, dear glass lamp; so that as you walked along the girl. But where am I, and how did I come room, the fragrance of these exotics, in one here?

part, was answered in another by the aro“• It's all a contrivance of mine, Frank,' matic odour of the firs stealing in through she replied. You are in Mr Marriott's the windows, which were left open for a house, in the village of West End. After short time in the early part of the evening. you had been in bed yesterday for about an Then as to pictures, there were some beau. hour, I went to look at you. You looked tiful sketches of landscapes in the highest exhausted ; but the sleep you were in seem- taste of poetry, by the gentleman of the ed so deep in consequence of the opiate you house, and a specimen or two of Claude, had taken, that I thought you might be Gaspar Poussin, and some others. Casts safely removed, and in the morning open from the antique, as large as the originals, your eyes away from that hateful place. I stood in viches. There were the Apollo of knew that would do you good. Mr Mar- the Vatican, the Venus rising from the bath, riott thought so too ; and having satisfied a Muse, and the graceful Antinous, with the goaler for your liberation, we found their several gentle attitudes. They looked means (I will tell how some of these days) as though they were confederated with the to convey you here.'


calm. “ Other conversation ensued, till Frank “ The concert consisted of the opera of was ready to descend into the breakfast: Proserpina, by Winter, with its pathetic room, where, with unspeakable rapture, he airs and pastoral choruses, breathing of Sikissed his two children, and was greeted cilian fields. Winter, in this work, has in. most affectionately by his friend. He could deed obeyed the innovation of the poet :not, however, in his weak state, at once leap

“ Play to Proserpina into felicity, but kept dropping into little Something Sicilian, some delightful pastoral; moods of low spirits, out of which Marriott For she once played on the Sicilian shores, endeavoured to rouse him by encomiums on The shores of Etna, and sung Dorian songs. the landscape, or, in a jocular strain, on the “ The entertainment was prolonged with pastoral style of the breakfast table, which wine and conversation, and the company was adorned with flowers from his own gar. walked home in the morning light. den. The mention of such pure and sim- “ It is now a week since Frank's eman. ple subjects, he judged would, above any cipation from his troubles. Mr Heseltine other thing, refresh Frank's care-eaten soul. has returned from Wales, to the infinite joy

“• You must abolish this thoughtfulness,' of his children. Frank's debts are all paid, said he, ' at least for to-day, as I have an and enough remains of the money sent by invitation for you and Mrs Altham to a Mr Butler to establish him in independence, pleasant party this evening. It is at the according to his moderate desires." house of a neighbour of mine here, an art- We observe that our author is soon ist. He has a manner of refining on these to publish a novel on a larger scale ; entertainments greatly; and when I tell you if he would only give up his Cockney that you will see some beautiful sketches

and notions

in regard to matters of taste pictures, and casts from antique sculpture, and religion, that is, if he would just and choice books, and hear music well

performed from your favourite masters, I think look a little deeper into things, he posyou will not refuse to go with me.' sesses fine talents, and is well adapt

Thank you,' answered Frank, the ed for such a task.





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while they are singing, the scenes are shifted; orange-trees, olives, and flow

ers appear, cascades burst from every MR EDITOR, The change which has occurred with corner, and a table covered with a in a few centuries in the female cha. plentiful dinner rises from the stage. racter, cannot be more strikingly ex

Premier Ange. emplified than by a comparison of the

Champs des desserts, cesses d'etre steriles celebrated Margaret, Queen of Navarre, Donnez vos fruits des tres bonne saveur.

Dieu le commande, Arbres soyes fertiles with any respectable lady of the pre

Seconde Ange. sent day. This princess was, as many Elevez vous dans ces plains changeantes of your readers know, brought up in Verdes orangers, croissez fleurs odorantes, all manner of virtue and decency, at the Et d'un regard recevez la faveur. pious court of Louis XII. of France,

Ange Troisicm. and was married in early life to the Courrez, Ruisseaux, pres de Vierge Mere King of Navarre, her cousin. She was Presentez lui votre onde pure et claire left a widow when very young, and Honneur aurez quand de vous en prendra,”

&c. maintained throughout the whole of her life a most exemplary character in

A few years after she published a her own person. Nay, she was vene- book, entitled, “ Consolations, Me rated, during her own lifetime, as the moires, et Contemplations," replete, in author of many of the most popular like manner, with mystical devotion, works of devotion which were produce and all the common places of Catholic ed in the century she adorned, and piety. In short, the young Queen was went down to the grave in the

one of the most Christian authors of

very odour of sanctity.

her day. Of her religious works, a few only

In her poemes, however, and still have come into my hands. The first is

more in her far-famed contes, things the Marguerites, de la Marguerite wear a very different appearance. Xde Princesses, La Reine de Navarre,"

mong the former, there occurs a comeedited by her chamberlain, Jean de la die or morality, which consists of a Haye, in 1547. This volume consists series of dialogues, devoid, after the of a variety of spiritual songs, four fashion of the time, of any appearance mysteries, a few sonnets, &c. One of of intrigue. In the first scene, two the songs begins thus :

young ladies are introduced, who make

bitter complaints of their husbands; “ Pour etre un digne et bon chretien Il faut a Christ etre semblable,

the lord and master of the one is a sad Il faut renoncer a tout bien

rake, and the other is tormented with A tout honneur que est damnable.

the restless jealousy of hers, on account Ala Dame belle et jolie

of the attentions of a lover, to whom Au plaisir qui la chair emeut,

she has as yet lent no ear. A pious Laisser Biens, honneurs, et Amie ! sybil of a hundred years old comes upon Ne fait pas ce tour la qui veut.

the scene, and is consulted by the two Ses biens aux pauvres faut donner

distressed wives on the subject of their D'un cæur joyeux et voluntaire.

afflictions. This ancient fair has no Faut les injures pardonner,

difficulty in telling them, that a lover Et a ses Ennemis bien faire.

is the only cure for a jealous or dissi. S'ejouir en Melancholie

pated husband. The young ladies heEt tourment dont la chair s'emeut, sitate, and the old one calls upon her Aimer la mort comme la vie,

sister, still older than herself, who gives Ne fait pas ce tour la qui veut.”

the same advice with still greater earThere is sometimes a considerable nestness. The company is then joindisplay of poetical fancy in her myste- ed by two other young ladies, one who ries. In one of them, “The Flight into knows nothing about love, and another Egypt,” the scene discloses Mary with who expects her lover to meet her athe child, Joseph and the ass, all in a bout this time in the wood. The state of suffering in the midst of the ancient dames repeat their maxims, parched and sandy desert. Mary offers and at last the whole company agree up a prayer for relief; immediately Le in receiving them with proper reverPere Eternel appears in the clouds, and ence. At this critical moment, four commands the angels to change the young gentlemen and two old ones are wilderness into a paradise. The angels rive in hunting apparel. They immeforthwith commence

a song, and, diately dismount, and the whole party


says he,


begin to dance. The four young gen- let. Wonder of wonders! The offended tlemen hand out the four young ladies, lady who tore her rude lover's cheeks, with

and enjoyed his being obliged to keep “ Menons les dancer toutes quatre !” his bed next day to hide his scratches,

And each of the old boys answers was Margaret of Navarre herself. with

The satyr who insulted her was Ad“ Soit! nons allons bien vous combattre miral Bonnivet, the chief favourite, Ma vieille et moi de bien dancer.”

pro tempore, of her brother Francis I. Then the curtain falls. This work For this amusing note we have the is published with her name at the title authority of Varillas and of Brantome. page, and cum privilegio regali. The grandmother of the latter writer

If this little morality appears to was maid of honour to her Majesty, be rather a strange performance for so and told it to the young historian of pious an authoress, I fear the same gallantries with her own lips. objection will be found to apply with In short, were any one foolish ea still greater force to her most cele- nough to choose for the text of a combrated work, the Heptameron, or Sept mentatio the celebrated sarcasm of MuJourneés, known most commonly by retus “ Mulieres Doctæ plerumque the name of the Contes de la Reine de sunt libidinosæ,” the life of the queen Navarre. The authenticity of this of Navarre might be quoted in contraextraordinary book is placed beyond diction, and not a few of her writings all doubt, by the testimony of Du in defence of the position. I remain, Thou, and by the terms of the dedi- tout a vous, cation of the first edition to Jeanne

POINT DE Bas Bleu. D'Albret, the daughter of Marga. Bath, July 1, 1818. ret herself. Brantome speaks of it very much con amore.

« Elle fit," en ses gayetes une livre qui s'intitule Les Contes de la Reine de Navarre, on l'on voit un style si doux et si fluant et plein de si beaux [The following curious letter, from the discours et belles, sentences, que J'ai celebrated Nell Gwyn, has been copied for oui dere


la Reine Mere et Ma- us from the Cole MSS. in the British Mu. dame de Savoye estáns jeunes se vou

It has the following notice prefixed lurent mesler d'en escrire des nou

to it, in the hand-writing of that collector :

“ It is written on a sheet of gilt paper, very velles à part a l'imitation de la dite Reine de Navarre, sçachant bien qu'elle with a small seal of black wax, but the im

thin, in a neat Italian hand, and was sealed en faisoit. Mais quand elles veurent pression is lost. It was given to Dr Ap. less siennes elles jetterent les leurs dans thorp (vice-provost of Eton, and brother-inle feu.”

law to Cole,) by Mrs Pitt, Maddox Street, To give any account of this book London, July 9, 1773."] were needless, for it is well known to all who would take pleasure in such sort These of reading. It may, however, be men- For Madam Jennings tioned, as a singular enough circum

over against the Tub Tavern stance connected with it, that of one of

in Jermin Street the most strange of all the strange stories

London. it contains, she is herself the heroine. Those who have perused the Contes

Windsor. will recollect the account given of an

Burford House attack made on the honour of a lady of

Aprill 14 princely rank, by a gentleman, in MADAM,

1684. whose house the court to which she I HAVE receiv'd y? Letter, and I desire was attached happened to be lodged. y! would speake to my Ladie Williams The story gives a terrible idea of the to send me the gold stuffe, and a note times. A scene in which hospitality with it, because I must sign it, then and loyalty are outraged, as well as she shall have her money yo next day some virtues whose observation is, ac- of Mr Trant ; pray tell her Ladieship, cording to certain codes of morality, less that I will send her a note of what strictly demanded, is described by this Quantity of Things I'le have bought, queen in a tone of good-humoured plea- if her Ladieship will put herselfe to santry, not inferior to Rabelais or Smole yệ Trouble to buy them ; when they






orum :

are bought I will sign a note for her to be payd. Pray Madam, let yo man

No I. goe on with my Sedan, and send Potvin and Mr Coker down to me, for I want them both. The Bill is very dear to

I. boyle the Plate ; but necessity hath noe Law. I am afraid Mm

On the late LORD LILFORD's attempt to have foryou

form a Coalition, upon 'fair and equal gott my Mantle, which you were to

terms,' between the DUKE OF PORT. line with musk colour Sattin, and all

LAND and MR Pitt. my other things, for you send me noe Patterns nor Answer. Monsieur Lai

On fair and equal terms' to place

An union is thy care ; ney is going away. Pray send me

But trust me, Powys, in this case, word about your Son Griffin, for his The equal will not please his Grace, Majestie is mighty well pleasd that he

And Pitt dislikes the fair.Polit. Miscel. will goe along with my Lord Duke. I am afraid you are soe much taken

Jungere vis dextras procerum, facunde, duwith your owne House, that you forgett Tentandum est alio flectere corda modo. my Businesse.

My Service to dear Nempe pari pulcraque vocas in fædera lege; Lord Kildare, and tell him I love him Hic refugit pulcram, respuit ille parem. with all my Heart. Pray Mm see that

Aliter. Potvin brings now all my things with him : My Lord Duke's Bed &c. if he Quæ par conditio atque pulcra juxta hath not made them all up, he may At neutri tua lex satis placebit ;

Ambobus fuerit, Powyse, quæris: doe that here ; for if I doe not get my Huic par displicet, odit ille pulcram. Things out of his Hands now, I shall not have them untill this Time Twelvemonth. The Duke brought me down

II. with him my crochet of Diamonds; On the Motto of the DODDRIDGES, “ Dum and I love it the better because he Vivimus, Vivamus ;" an Epigram, probrought it. Mr Lumley, and everie nounced, by DR JOHNSON, one of the Body else will tell you that it is the finest in the English language.' finest Thing that ever was seen. Good Live while you live,” the Epicure will say, Mm speake to Mr Beaver to come “ And give to pleasure every fleeting day:' down too, that I may bespeake a Ring Live while you live,” the sacred preacher for the Duke of Grafton before he goes

cries, into France.

“And give to God each moment as it flies.”. I have continued extream ill ever

Lord, in my sight, let both united be; since you leaft me, and I am soe still. I live to pleasure while I live to Thee.

Dr Doddridge. I have sent to London for a D'. I believe I shall die. My Service to the

“Dum vivis, vivas,” Epicuri de grege clamat, Dutchesse of Norfolk, and tell her, I

Daque voluptati dum fugit usque, diem :"

“Dum vivis, vivas,Christi de nomine dictus, am as sick as her Grace, but doe not

Daque Deo,clamat, dum fugit usque, know what I ayle, although shee does, which I am overjoyed that shee goes Dirigat hic tempus, tempus mihi dirigat ille ; on with her Great Belly.

Quodque voluptati, detur id omne Deo. Pray tell my Ladie TVilliams; that the King's Mistresses are accounted

III. ill-pay-masters, but shee shall have her money the next Day after I have I loved thee, beautiful and kind, the Stuffe.

And plighted an eternal vow :

So alter'd are thy face and mind, Here is a sad Slaughter at Windsor, 'Twere perjury to love thee now. the young men's taking y'. Leaves and going to France, and although they Pulcram te facie atque mente amabam are none of my Lovers, yet I am loath Juratus ; fateor. Quid ergo ? mentem

Mutasti, faciemque. Amare porro to part with the men. Mrs Jennings Perjuri foret, haud proci fidelis. I love you with all my Heart, and soe good by.

E. G.


L'Amour Timide. Let me have an Answer to this If in that breath so good, so pure, Letter.

Compassion ever loved to dwell ;



Pity the sorrows I endure

Hoc SHEFFIELD posuit : quod sacri pulThe cause I must not, dare not tell.

veris intra est, The grief that on my quiet preys,

DRYDEN erat. Quisnam cætera noscit ? Abi. Thatrends my heart, that checksmy tongue, I fear, will last me all my days ; But feel it will not last me long.


First in the grape, then in the glass, Cor si forte tuum purum tetigere piumque The vine's rich nectar glows; Fallaces hominum spes, variusque labor ; But last, and most, and longest too, Quos dudum patior, precor ah! miserere do

O Argus, in thy nose. lorum : Tristis in æternum causa silenda latet. Uva rubet, vinumque rubet ; sed pallet 16

trumque At qui me rodit luctus, quem lingua tacere Præ flamma in naso quam ciet, Arge, tuo. Cogitur, et pectus comprimere intus, edaxUt vitam pergat me discruciare per omnem, Sentio non perget discruciare diu.


When late I attempted your pity to move, V.

Why seem'd you so deaf to my prayers ?

Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, Παρμενιωνος, εις Ξερξης.

But-why did you kick me down stairs ? Τον γαιης και ποντε αμειφθεισαισι κελευθοις, Ναυτην ηπειρε, πεζοπορoν πελαγους,

Cur mea, sollicité peterem cum nuper amorem, Εν τρισσαις δορατων εκατοντασιν εσεσεν Αρης Vana dedit ventis murmura ferre Chloe ? Σπαρτης αισχυνεσθ, ερεα και πελαγη. Forsanamoris erat, flammam celasse: sed idem

Num me præcipitem mittere jussit amor ?
To stop the Persian monarch's way,

In vain the swelling ocean rose ;
In vain, his progress to delay,

Addressed to a Lady in a Court of Assize. The lofty mountains interpose.

While petty offences and felonies smart, Roused by the Spartan chief to fight,

Is there no jurisdiction for stealing a heart ? When lo! his slender band obeys ;

You, fair one, will smile and

cry, These turn'd th’unnumber'd hosts to flight:

I defy you ;" Blush then, ye mountains and ye seas. Assured that no peers can be summon’d to From the English.

try you! Progreditur Xerxes: tellus occludere frustra But think not that paltry defence will secure Montibus, oceanus fluctibus optat iter :

ye: Quod mare non potuit, potuit non terra, la. For the Muses and Graces will just make a

Rex (pudeat montes, oceanumque !) potest. Dum lex crimina vindicat minora,

Raptorum haud tibi pæna tot procorum

(Desunt quippe pares ) nocet. Triumphas ; Old Orpheus play'd so well, he moved Old Nec curare Deos Deasve credis,

Convertes licet usquequaque prædas ! While thou movest nothing—but thy fid. At secura nimis puella pænæ ! dlestick.

Musæ, turba novena, Gratiæque

Te tres-justa catervam judicabunt. En novus, et veteri minor Orpheus ! pectora Ditis

XII. Hic movit ; solum pecten at ille movet.

Time was,

I stood where thou dost now,

And look'd, as thou look'st down on mes VII.

Time will be, thou shalt lie as low; On a good Fiddler and bad Dancer.

And others then look down on thee. How ill the motion with the music suits ! Tempus erat, quo tute loco me despicis, ipse So Orpheus fiddled, and so danced the brutes. Stabam, alios subtus despiciens positos : Quam male conveniunt saltatores fidicenque ! Moc loco ; et hic positum despicient álii.

Tempus erit, quo jam jaceo, tute ipse jacebis Șic Orpheus psallit, sic saliere fera.

“ Laws,



Intended for Dryden.

When Egypt's host God's chosen tribes pur

sued, This SHEFFIELD raised: the sacred dust In crystal walls th' admiring waters stood ; below

When through the dreary wastes they took Was DRYDEN once. The rest, who does not know?

Pope. The rocks relented, and pour'd forth a sea :

their way,

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