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Speak out! and lo! a hush of deepest wonder ( I think, dear Ned, you curious dog,
Shall sink o'er all this many-voiced scene, You'll have my earthly catalogue. As when a sudden burst of rattling thunder But stay,—I nearly had left out
Shatters the blueness of a sky serene. My bellows, destitute of snout; 32. My Study.* (Henry Kirke White.) I've such a load of precious ware,
And on the walls,—Good heavens! why there [This piece exemplifies the lively tone of Of heads, and coins, and silver medals, humorous description, in the playful mood | And organ works, and broken pedals, which authorizes the manner of exaggeration (For I was once a-building music, and caricature, guarded against excess.] Though soon of that employ I grew sick ;) You bid me, Ned, describe the place And skeletons of laws, which shoot Where I, one of the rhyming race,
All out of one primordial root; Pursue my studies con amore,
That you, with such a sight, would swear And wanton with the Muse in glory.
Confusion's self had settled there.
There stands, just by a broken sphere, Well, figure to your senses straight,
A Cicero without an ear, Upon the house's topmost height,
A neck, on which, by logic good, A closet just six feet by four,
I know for sure a head once stood ; With whitewashed walls and plaster floor,
But who it was the able master
Had moulded in the mimic plaster,
Whether 'twas Pope, or Coke, or Burn, A smoky grate my fire to hold,
But knowing well, that any head So wondrous small, 'twould much it pose
Is made to answer for the dead, To melt the ice-drop on one's nose;
(And sculptors first their faces frame, And yet so big, it covers o'er
And after pitch upon a name, Full half the spacious room and more.
Nor think it aught of a misnomer A window vainly stuffed about,
To christen Chaucer's busto Homer, To keep November's breezes out,
Because they both have beards, which, you So crazy, that the panes proclaim
know, That soon they mean to leave the frame.
Will mark them well from Joan and Juno,) My furniture I sure may crack
For some great man, I could not tell A broken chair without a back;
But NECK might answer just as well, A table wanting just two legs,
So perched it up, all in a row
With Chatham and with Cicero.
Of mighty men, and eke of women,
With these fair dames, and heroes round, A chest of drawers, in antique sections, I call my garret classic ground; And sawed by me in all directions ;
For though confined, 'twill well contain So small, Sir, that whoever views 'em The ideal flights of Madame Brain. Swears nothing but a doll could use 'em. No dungeon's walls, no cell confined, To these, if you will add a store
Can cramp the energies of mind ! Of oddities upon the floor,
Thus, though my heart may seem so small, A pair of globes, electric balls,
I've friends, and 'twill contain them all; Scales, quadrants, prisms, and cobblers' awls, And should it e'er become so cold And crowds of books, on rotten shelves, That these it will no longer hold, Octavos, folios, quartos, twelves ;
No more may Heaven its blessings give, *“A letter, in Hudibrastic verse.”
I shall not then be fit to live.
Blending together, their voices were heard
To ring as the notes of a forest-bird :
“What's the grave Major, Ma, doing this while My 1, 2, 3, 12, 5, A woman's name.
Near our back-door, by the old faggot-pile?' My 2, 12, 3, Used by boaters.
Theanswer Mamma gave her darlings, complete ; My 3, 6, 8, An intoxicating spirit.
You'll in the Acrostic below surely meet. My 4, 9, 11, 11, A Swiss archer.
1-To keep the mem'ry warm-alive; My 5, 9, 12, 4, Sometimes very oppressive. 2-The last-yes-and the first of five. My 6, A letter of the Alphabet,
3—Learn if you lack it-from the bee, My 7, 2, 8, Met with at elections.
And in Othello look for me.
MARIA COLSTON. My 11, 12, 4, 5, Used in building houses.
So much he did the “Musicke Worlde” to My whole a country of England famous for please
That seldom concerts are without his gleos. its mines.
A queen, who, with unrelenting hand,
Persecuted Christians in a foreign land.
A province and a town in RussiaMy 2, A letter of the Aiphabet.
May you have luck to find it; My 3, 5, 6, 7, Always used at a marriage.
There are fourteen letters in the word, My 4, 9, An infant's first word.
So now you need not mind it. My 5, 6, 6, A common place,
IV. My 7, 5, 4, A man's name.
The greatest clown that ever spoke, My 8, 9, 10, One of Noah's sons.
At Drury Lane he played ; My 9, 6, An English article.
By day, a dentist he appearedMy 10, 9, 6, The noblest of beings.
At night, his jokes he made.
A Carthaginian general who
Was destined soon his fate to rue.
Some gardens near this town, a bird's-eye view My 4, 5, 2, 3, A personal pronoun.
discovers, My 5, 6, 4, A covering.
With seats, accommodation, and snug bow'rs My 6, 7, 10, A Latin verb.
for Sunday Lovers. My 7, 10, 3, 4, 5, Withoutwhich we couldnotlive. My 8, 3, 11, À witticism.
See him now, with stealthy tread, My 9, 10, 11, A heavy weight.
Enter the room, approach the bed.My 10. 6, 4, 1, Eaten by horses.
Oh, wicked Moor, thou'st ta'en the life My 11, 2, A negative.
Of that most precious boon-thy wife!
We could not live without it:
(It forms three-fourths of air,)
Yet, with nought else beside to breathe,
Mankind would soon be rare !
First, we have a well-known sea-side town, My 2, 3, 1, A bone of the body.
And, Secondly, its place of most renown. My 3, 5, A pronoun.
F. G. PASSMORE. My 4, 3, 2, À title.
PUZZLE. My 5, 6, 7, 7, Met with on roads.
LVI. My 6, A letter of the Alphabet.
On Sundays, when to church you go, My 7, 6, 5, A famous name in the Bible.
My first is there before you.
My second to restore you.
My whole is seen at any school.
So guess me, I implore you.
COVERS FOR BINDING. On a rude block, sitting down near our gate- CLOTH COVERS for binding the 12 Monthly Parts While pealing away the bells for fair Kate of “The Boy's Monthly Magazine" are now Under our wall, where the snap-dragon grows, ready, price 18. each. Where parings and sweepings Mary oft throws. Messrs. WARD, LOCK & TYLER beg to inJohn saw him first-coming in from the shed- form subscribers that they will bind “The From milking-or she had smother'd his head; Boy's Monthly Magazine” handsomely in cloth Close to the mixen, over our wall.
at 18. 6d. per volume; gilt edges, 6d. extra. Come, Mamma-Aunty, dear-see him you Subscribers must forward their parts by Bookshall."
post (paid), with the ends of the packet open, at This, bounding in, said three bright, sparkling the rate of id. for every 4 ounces. girls,
Country subscribers must send 8d. extra for With teeth even-row'd as necklets of pearls. the return of their volumes.
WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH MY interesting account of the pleasure the trip HOLIDAYS ?
afforded. The essayists are naturally enough
enthusiastic about holidays, and they tell their HOLIDAYS! Here is a brave subject for boys- different stories very naturally, and in good a subject to make the cheeks glow and the heart taste. They cannot all have the prize, and the bound. Away from stool and desk, away from decision appended is the best we can make :Virgil and Euclid, away from school routine and “Gentlemen, we will now resume our studies !”
Arthur William Jakeman, aged 17 and 10 Hurrah! for the green fields and the blue waters, months, Grimsbury, Banbury, Oxon. for the sheltered woodlands and the breezy com
James Clapp, aged 16), Shebbear, Devon. mon,
the free air and the sunshine. A host Henry Cubbidge, Beresford-street, Walworth of boys answer our call, and tell us, in language
London, that is more or less enthusiastic, what they have Thomas M. Gribbin, 108, Mill-street, Ancoats, done with those precious days or weeks given Manchester. them for recreation. We take up their papers Philip Smith, aged 17, Magnetic Telegraph just as they come, and settle their respective Office, Swansea. merits in the appended list.
Thomas Wilkins, Vincent-street, Leamington, Here's a Manchester boy, who escaped from
Warwickshire. Cottonopolis, and came to London, and saw St. George W. Browne, aged 14, Cadogan-street, Paul's, and the Nelson Column, and London Glasgow. Bridge, and the Crystal Palace, and then fled to Robert Cochrane, aged 17, Bristo-street, Edin. Paris--the “ centre of civilisation," and made the burgh. acquaintance of the “ Boulevard des Italiens,' C. J. Cooper, aged 17, Clifton, Bristol and got into a cab, the driver of which was G. A. Seed, aged 14, Steel-bank, Sheffield. shouting, “L’Exposition," and driven T. R. Filgate, aged 13, Cristowe, Cheltenham. through the Place de la Concorde, along the J. W. Mackie, aged 15, Ayr, N.B. Quai de la Conference, across the Seine by the J. J. Davis, Newport, Mon. Pont des Invalides, then along the Quai d'Orsay to the Exhibition building. Paris living does not seem to have suited our Manchester friend. He says:-“We were not used to having break
THE TRUE HISTORY OF GUY FAWKES. fast at 8 A.M. and dinner at 6 P.M., so by their dinner-time we used to want our tea.” Still, TWELVE Essays have reached us on this subject. living apart, the holidays in Paris were delight
Most of them are well-written ; the best, by ful, so much of gaiety and novelty that the eyes Robert K. Dent, appears in this number of our begin to ache and the mind tire at the thought Magazine. of it.
The second best is by Richard Battersby; it is Here's a voice hailing us from North Devon, comprehensive and circumstantial. not far from the little white town of Bideford. The next best essay is by James Ogden. A The holiday was spent at Swelton, on the Welsh remark in his letter is well worth the attention coast, and the ride thither, via Barnstaple and of all competitors. He says:-“I can assure you Ilfracombe, is very prettily described. Arrived that if I do not obtain the first mark, which is at Swelton, how he enjoyed the bathing! very likely, I shall be greatly benefited by the “Swimming in summer and skating in winter,'
hours of research I have spent in seeking the are, in my opinion, the best enjoy.
little information contributed. With the looking, ments of the year." Up the hill for a look at the reading, and writing, I should now be able to surrounding country ; then visits to all the reproduce nearly all I have written in this essay notable places; then a rummage amongst the from memory, and I hope it may be of use to me books in the library of the South Wales Insti
in after-life. tute. Then a party out to collect specimens,
George L. Miller has done well; his essay, so botanical and geological, then-but every hour
far as it goes, is very creditable. well spent !
Joseph Hammond is impartial, and writes Here's a London boy running off to Scarborough, enjoying the ride down amazingly,
William Harber's essay is brief, but very com. and passionately charmed by the Queen of plete. Watering Places. He is very lively, and, unused to rustic life, gets into a field where forty cows
The comparative merit of the rest of the comare grazing; by these
he is hotly pursued, and, petitors is marked by their place in our list of narrowly escaping, “walked home a wiser mayouth.” He tells us of the London barrister Robert Kirkup Dent, aged 161, Baker-street, asking the countryman, “How go calves at Small-heath, Birmingham. York? »--answer being-“Whoy, not as they do Richard Battersby, aged 16, 10, Devon-street, here, but on four legs, instead of two." He Liverpool. visits the Spa, “but not to drink the waters." James Ogden, aged 16, 2, Phenix-street, Next, he roams about the town, and visits the Fold's-road, Little Bolton, Lancashire. Castle; he is on the beach; he is among the George L. Miller, aged 14, Everton, Liversailors, up in the hills, down in the valleys, pool. knocking about everywhere with a host who Joseph Hammond, aged 16, High-st., Gos. was “one of the kindest of men."
port. Here's another lad who, instead of running Wm. Barber, aged 15, Moseley-road, Birming. away from London, turned his face thitherwards, ham. and was rewarded by seeing the Sultan; then Philip Smith, Magnetic Telegraph Office, ran over to Paris and “L'Exposition," and had Swansea. good times of it. Here's another who spent his Frederick Monk, aged 13 and 9 months, Gosholidays in the Highlands; another who was port. alone all the time, “afloat”; another who visited W. Somerset, aged 12, Islington-square, SalSnowdon; another who fell ill, and spent, poor ford. fellow, his fortnight in bed. Here's another who A. Antill, aged 14, Shepherdess-walk, City. went to Keighley, a small town near Bradford, road, London. and who was much pleased as he "whirled from W. B. Reckett, aged 161, Macclesfield. Sheffield through a valley of fire." Another has William James Stead, Leeds, Yorkshire. been to Weymouth, and furnishes a minutely- W. F. Sincock,
A ROMANCE OF THE DAYS OF BLUFF KING HAL.
BY JOHN TILLOTSON,
Author of " Stories of the War,"
;" “ Crimson Pages," " Shot and Shell," “ London
Stone," etc., etc.
A score of men had there assembled, yet
withal they made a sorry array, ill-used as DESC ESCENDING with hasty step the they were to stately panoply, and wearing,
oaken stair, Sir Michael de la Pole with an ill grace, the chain and plated mail; strode into the great ball, the strong doors whilst the few Spaniards who still reof which had been already closed, and the mained with Michael, exerted all the energy portcullis lowered. A motley group had they possessed in attempting to reduce to there assembled, consisting chiefly of the something more like order and military household, who, with consternation and discipline, the ill-organized band of men on affright, armed themselves with the first whom all hopes of safety now depended. defensive armour offensive weapons
Striding to the centre of this great hall, they could collect from the armouries, and Michael de la Pole addressed his men :those which hung around the vast and “What means this strange confusion ?” spacious vestibule.
he said. “What mean these looks of
terror and anxious whispers ? Doth any nearer, stretching out in the shimmering one among ye fear to defend his lord ? moonlight, the vast plain of the BlackBy our Lady, if’tis even so, let him declare heath might have been seen, on which a it, depart from hence, and swell the num- / large encampment had been stretched for bers of those who thirst, e'en now, for my the pageant, and on which a body of men. blood. Fear not to declare yourselves-at-arms had assembled. Watch-fires had ye shall depart. Speak—who among ye there been made, around which the men is the traitor that hath brought these collected, and on whose steel coats and men against me?”
caps the ruddy light played merrily. The shouts without grew louder while On the other hand, and nearer to Woole. he spoke, and the voice of Nicholas Denis wychę, arose the eminence of Shooter's might be heard, demanding admission in Hill, with a fiery beacon on its summit. the King's name.
At intervals, too, the winding river might “ Who”-continued Michael “who have been observed—and, far away in the amongst ye hath betrayed me ?”
distance, the dark mass of building which In answer to this the throng of serving- formed the ancient city. men raised a loud shout of—“A Michael In the court-yard of Wansted Hall a --a Michael !” and continued it lustily. body of men-at-arms, consisting chiefly of
“ Thanks !” cried Michael, in reply. hackbutt and rifle men, led on by Nicholas “Thanks! For now may I rely upon your Denis, were marshalled in hostile'a
array; courage and fidelity. Now may I rely while the sergeant-at-arms called loudly upon your trusty puissance. That lusty for admission, and the surrender of Michael shout was warranty eno'.”
de la Pole. Halberds and partizans clashed together, Advancing hastily to the very copingand another shout was raised, mingling stones of the building, Michael called loudly with the confusion of sounds reigning to those belowwithout, whilst again and again the de- “How now, knaves—base varlets! What mand for admission was repeated in King doth this armed array and violent manner Henry's name.
signify ?—who hath dared to impeach “Follow, my men,” cried Michael. “Fol. Michael de la Pole? Who, to his face, low me to the roof of the donjon, and let would call him traitor ? Back, hounds! us see the evil, that we may understand to those who sent ye, and bear them my how to avoid its danger.” He then led the defiance.” way, not up the chief and broad staircase, Heedless of his words, Nicholas Denis but by a private winding stair, which led again demanded entrance, and when, in to the platform forming the roof of the terms of scorn, it was refused, he bid his high and ancient donjon.
men dash down the doors, and force The scene which presented itself to the themselves a way. In obedience to this view of Michael and his companions was order, axes and hammers rang heavily on indeed curious. Raised at an altitude the oaken and iron-lined panels, threaten. much above the surrounding buildings, a ing their instant downfall. Bills and blades prospect of many miles lay before them, flashed in the ruddy light, and the noise illuminated by the fitful light of the moon. and confusion grew louder and more loud. The high road, with its double range of
“Hurl down the coping-stones upon the tall and stately trees, led direct to heads of these unruly clowns, who cast Placentia, whose towers, battlemented and dishonour on the arms they bear!” cried sculptured, might be clearly seen, not by Michael, furiously. And, in obedience to the lunar beams, but by the pageantry at his command, the men fell rapidly to work; that time proceeding at Greenwyche. Va in a few moments they had released the rious coloured fires dashed up into the air, ponderous stones from their places, when and fell, in myriads of sparkling stars, to a loud blast from the trumpets in the the place from which they arose. Still courtyard stayed for a moment their labour.