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The most remarkable ruins are the temples at Carnac and at Luxor, on the East side of the Nile. On the opposite side are the sepulchres of the kings in the sacred valley of Beban-el-Malook, which begins at Gournou, and runs towards the West; the Temple of Gournou, partly buried in the sand; the Memoonium, where anciently was the colossal statue of Osymandyas, and the two sitting gigantic figures, each fifty-two feet high, which remain in their, original position. It was from the Memnonium that Mr. Belzoni brought the colossal bust of the young Memnon, now in the British Museum.

The present natives of Gournou live in the entrance of the caves of the sepulchres. Here, having made some partitious with

earthen walls, they form habitations for themselves, as well as for their cows, camels, buffaloes, sheep, goats, and dogs. They cultivate a small tract of land, extending from the rocks to the Nile; but even this is in part neglected; for they prefer, to the labours of agriculture, the more profitable but disgusting employment of digging for mummies,

The Engraving, in the next page, is the usual entrance of an Egyptian Tomb :: It is the representation of one at the bottom of the narrow valley of Beban-elMalook. The rocks into which they are cut are of calcareous stone, of an extremely white colour. These entrances are generally surmounted with a bass-relief, representing an oval, in which 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, inform us, that bodies were embalmed in three different ways. The most magnificent was bestowed on persons of the most distinguished rank; the expense of which amounted to a talent of silver (about 1387.) 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 embalmed, was delivered to the relations, and placed upright in a wooden coffin against the wall, either 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 proportionate 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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SELECT POETRY.

ADAM GORDON1.

A Ballad.

WHOE'ER the Chronicles hath read

Of Paris or of Fordun 2,

Can speak of heroes long since dead,
Who bore the name of Gordun.

In 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 hills 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 Norman Will
Was there compell'd to wander.
Some talk'd of compacts strange between
Hugh Bolebec1 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 Woston 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 'twas 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 himself.

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 linger,
For I must sup, ere day be done,
With Nicholas de Tingre7:

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 him 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 Henry III.-Fordun, author of the "Scotichronicon."

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

4 Hugh 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 assigning 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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"A Franklyn he, who loves good cheer, His bounty is no fable;

King Henry when he winters here,

Can boast no better table.

"But since these parts are new to me, Pray give some information, Who dwells in the vicinity,

And who in distant station? "For I've been told a robber dwells

No distance from this place, And should we meet him on the hills, 'Twould prove an awkward case." "I've heard of him," the Friar replies, They say his name is Dun;

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For aught I know, those tales are lies,
To find the gossips fun :

"But should his Dunship stop us here,
Our purses for to pick,

He'll find Will Woston does not fear
A bout at singlestick.

"For, ere I enter'd Woburn's wall,
My fame spread far and wide;
And few there were without a fall
Who once my cudgel tried.
"But Hockliffe soon will be in sight,
And so no more palaver,

For then we part-there lives a knight
Hard by, ycleped Peyure 8.
"Some say he sprang from lowly race,
But Fortune, he ne'er miss'd her,
For, trusting to a shameless face,

He courted Bidun's sister.

"How he for such a stake could play,
I'm sure I cannot tell ;

But now at court he makes his way,
And Henry likes him well.

"Then Conquest, Houghton's lord, a name By which he's not belied;

He scours the land for gold and fame,
With horsemen at his side;

"He hangs his pris'ners on a tree,

Nor leads them to a judge;
And if you stand on equity,

You'll find his law a fudge.
"De Salford 10 is a swordsman, bold,
I care not who may know it;
Though if the truth perhaps were told,
My back and sides might show it.

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"John Lathbury 's11 a gallant knight,
But doth with prowess bore us;
No trumpet blows, but forth he goes,
And still returns victorious.
"Now wish'd I but to rest my bark

Within a safe and true port,

I'd seek his roof in light or dark,
Nor fear embattled Newport.
"John Mansel12 is the pride of Wales,
He fears no noble's sole beck,
Nor cares what foe across may go,
A Beauchamp or a Bolebec.
"Four thousand marks he owns per day,
I rate it at the least;-

Two Sovereigns and their Queens, they say,
Have grac'd him at a feast.

"E'en in adversity he's great,

Tho' fall'n from wealth and power;
A victim to the Barons' hate,
He pines within the Tower.
"Enough of him, for why should I
Become a base detractor

To him, whose race to Woburn's house
Is still a benefactor?

"But Night proclaims declining Day,
So part we at this crampt hill,
For yonder lies your nearest way

To Stepingley and Ampthill." "Thanks for your news," the stranger said, "But largess. Friar, largess;

I feel the want of ale and bread,

And coin to bear the charges.

"Come, Priest, no words, produce thy purse, Or I'll produce a bludgeon

Shall meet thee with a weighty curse,

And put thy life in dudgeon.

"Hadst thou but sought thy comrade's aid, Nor talk'd in strain so bold,

In peace thou hadst thy journey made,
Inviolate thy gold.

"But thou must prate of early feats,
And deeds in cudgel-war doue;
For this the braggadocio meets

His thrall in Adam Gordon.
"Down with thy gold, 'tis ready told,
By tenants' hands 'twas counted;
No speed can help thee to escape,
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 he rose to riches, and built a splendid mansion at Todington, of which now not one vestige remains. He married sister of Sir John 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 Mansel, 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.

To this the Priest rejoined straight,

"Since bick'ring is begun,

I raise my crab, beware thy pate,

And so have at thee, Dun."

With courage stout to sticks they went,
Not sparing of their ire,
While every blow the Outlaw sent

Was answer'd by the Friar.
Till Adam, seeing he should gain
By this nor coin nor glory,
And that th' occurrence of the night
Would sound but ill in story,
Collecting all his vigour, aim'd
Its essence at the Priest,

Who stagger'd, fell, or dead or maim'd,
And tumbled from his beast.

But just as Gordon turn'd his horse,
To quit the scene of fray,

He found him stopp'd by countless force,
That gave no choice but stay.

"Where is the wretch," said one-he knew That voice was Conquest's own;

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'By Wardon's 13 Cross, for every loss
Thou dearly shalt atone;

Go, take him to the nearest tree!"
But other was decreed;
For not a bough could any see,
To serve them at their need.
Now many measur'd miles around
Was nothing seen but chalk 14;
What pity that rebellious ground

Fair Justice's dues should baulk!
But so it was-towards Hockliffe's town
They rode in proud array,
There in some cell to bind him down,
Until the peep of day.

He knew himself" as good as dead,"
And seeing that his fate
Depended on a single thread,

He cast within his pate

How some release from durance vile
Dame Fortune's aid might plan;
For, from the veriest wretch her smile

Can make a happy man.

Luck was his own-'neath Night's dark shade
The horsemen trotted straight on,
He spurr'd his courser 'midst the crowd,
And dash'd along to Leighton.

They found him gone, as well they might,
And heard his horse's clatter;
But constant chace at dead of night
Is no such easy matter.

"Farewell," he cried,—“ to seek for rest,

My very wits must muse hard;
The fairest falcon quits her nest,

For refuge with a Buzzard 15 ̧”
To Leighton's town he came at last,
And fearing every din

(Though foes and rope by speed were past), Alighted at au inn,

He jeer'd mine host, and quaff'd his ale,
Of timely cheer no scorner;

And chuckling o'er the evening's tale,
Sat in the chimney-corner.
The bowl was fill'd-the glass went round,
And jests and gibes went with it;
The hostess drew her embers forth,
And o'er them plac'd a trivet;
On which she set a luscious hoard
Of what she could prepare,
And Adam own'd De Tingre's board
Display'd no better fare.

For hunger, the Sicilian 16 knew,

Is sauce to homely meat;

And when we're safe and hungry too,
E'en vinegar is sweet.

While thus they sat, Love's gentle ray
The outlaw's bosom cheer'd;
He thought on her, who, far away,
For Adam's safety fear'd;

Mary of Farnham! 'twas thy charms
Could mitigate his grief,

Could soothe him 'midst the din of arms,
And give his woes relief.

As, bending o'er the rising fume,
He chaf'd him at the fire,
Who sought that hospitable room
But Conquest and the Friar ?
For they were hungry, cold, and vex'd,
With inward perturbation,

As other folks might be, perplex'd,
In such a situation.

He rais'd his head, and round he look'd,
But lower'd it no more-

No time to see his victuals cook'd,
No way to reach the door!
But Fortune was his friend again-
As others touch'd with sin do,
He dash'd thro' each resounding pane,
And clear'd the kitchen window.
"A fault!" the critic cries, 66
no glass
Was known in Henry's reign."
Yet, brought to such a ticklish pass,
You'll own he 'scap'd a pane.

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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 probable, 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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