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The following story is still preserved of a Glasgow merchant of the old school long since dead. He was at one time charged with a fraud upon the revenue, and the case became the subject of an exchequer trial. It was then customary for the Crown to pay the jury, provided a favourable verdict was returned; but, if a verdict was returned for the defendant, the Crown paid nothing. A most reprehensible custom also prevailed, which was that, the Counsel for the Crown stated this very important fact to the jury at the close of his opening speech. We do not mean to say that this was done for the purpose of Massing the jury, but we merely state
the fact that such was the case. Mr. was present at the
trial in which he was involved, and he heard the counsel conclude his address, by saying, " Gentlemen, I have farther to inform you, that, if you find in favour of the Crown, you are entitled to half-aguinea each, and, should you find for the defendant, you receive nothing.'' The indignant merchant on hearing this, instantly started to his feet, and looking to the jury, called out, "Gentlemen, if you fin' for me, I'll gle ye a guinea the piece." The wigs of the Lawyers were variously agitated at this rather extraordinary address: the Chief Baron instantly ordered him to sit down, and angrily asked him, if he meant to bribe the jury. "Weel, ma Lord," said the defendant "if I should, it was that man that began first; and I'll double't wi' him ony day."
Mr. P. Agar of Trinity College, Oxford, has in the press, " The City of Tombs," an Egyptian Tale, and other Poems.
We understand that the Earl of Mulgrave is about to give the world a tale of high life, entitled "The Contrast," a New Story of Nature and Art."
It is also said, that the Author of " Granby" is about to publish a New Novel, to be entitled, " Arlington."
Among the host of cheap periodicals, which our example has summoned into existence, in the West Country, we understand there is a weekly periodical about to be started in Lanark! In the course of a few days, we hope to be able to announce to the lovers of literature and taste, the appearance of the " Camlachie Chatterer," the " Partick Pettifogger," and the " Gorbals Growler."
FESTIVALS OF THE LUTHERAN CHURCH.
To the Editor of The Day. Sir,—I have no doubt that an explanation of the terms noted below, will be both useful and acceptable to a portion of your readers. Should you be of the same opinion, you would do me a favour, by inserting them in the your popular work.—Yours, &c.
Epiphany.—A festival observed to commemorate the appearance of our Saviour to the Wise men.
Septuagesima Supposed to be so named from being about 70
days before Easter.
Sexagasima._r__ Supposed to be so named from being about 60 days before Easter.
Quadragesima. — First Sunday of Lent.
Lent.—A solemn period of fasting before Easter.
Passion Week The last week in Lent.
Ash Wednesday.—The first day of Lent—the name probably connected with the ancient penance of " Sackcloth and Ashes." Annunciation or Lady Day.
Palm Sunday—The sixth Sunday of Lent—so called from our Saviour's triumphant entry into Jerusalem.—" The people took branches of palm trees and went forth to meet him."—St. John, xii. chap.
Good Friday.—In memory of the Death of the Saviour.
Easter Sunday —In commemoration of the Resurrection.
Rogation Week.—Preceding Whitsunday, from the number of petitions and prayers offered.
Ascension Day In memory of our Saviour's ascension to
Whitsunday A solemn festival commemorative of Pentecost.
Trinity Sunday—A festival in honour of the blessed Trinity. Advent Sunday.—The approach or coming on of the feast of the Nativity.
LONDON FASHIONS FOR APRIL.
Hats And Bonnets.—Moire bonnets have not yet wholly displaced velvet ones, but they will before the end of the month. Most of the new ones, whether hats or bonnets, are of the bibi shape, and in general trimmed with feathers, or rather we should say, with a single feather to correspond in colour with the hat; it may be placed either from the right to the left, or else quite upright, with the tip bending over the crown of the hat. In the latter case the feather must be shorter than in the former.
Out-Door Costumes.—A few Spring shawls have already appeared of a novel material, and very elegant patterns, the material is white, it resembles cachemirienne, but is still lighter, though not demi-transpareut. The border is embroidered in very rich patterns in different coloured silks, some of the most elegant have rosaces at the four corners and in the centre. As yet those shawls have hardly appeared, but before the end of the month they will be very generally adopted. At this moment cachemires are more worn, and are indeed more appropriate to demi-saison costume. Among the novelties in preparation, but which have not yet appeared for carriage dress, are shawls of black China crape, embroidered in gold at each corner. Spring pelisses begin to be seen. A good many are open in front. The only novelty in their form is the excessive width of the skirt, and its extraordinary fulness round the waist, Moire is the favourite material for pelisses, the fashionable colours for them are emerald green, pearl grey, and nut brown. This last colour is in particular favour for dresses and bonnets, as well as pelisses. It seems likely to succeed aventurioe.
Ball Dress—Gauze de Turin is the only novel material, it is worn plain and embroidered; and we must cite two dresses which are particularly in favour of very young ladies. The one is of crape, the corsage cut low and square, is full round the bottom of the waist, and trimmed round the top with a single row of plain tulle, quilled very full, which falls over. Biret sleeves surmounted by three rows of tulle forming a jockey. A very broad ribbon borders the skirt, and mounts in front from the right to the left nearly as high as the knee, where it is attached by a light bouquet of wild flowers. The other dress is of white gauze, a Grecian corsage bordered with a narrow blond lace, which stands up round the bust. The sleeves are trimmed with small coques of gauze ribbons on the shoulders, ends of different lengths fall from them, and form jockeys. The trimming of the skirt < sists of a very broad satin striped gauze ribbon, which from the ceinture, and is retained at the hem by a rose with! and foliage; the ribbon turning back remounts to the Muttere, where a similar bouquet attaches it to the left side.
TIT FOR TAT.
Quoth Bet, "since I have thought at all,
Let what e'er others ill befall,
Says Jack, " then nothing can, I fear,
For take my word for it, my dear,
NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.
On Monday, or Tuesday, we shall insert a paper "on Fumigation, as a preventative of Cholera," containing practical directions regarding this important application. "XL." does not excel.
Our fair poetical correspondents, must, really, permit our poetical critic to judge for himself. "The Remonstrance" is i
MRS. M. M'CONECHIE, CONFECTIONER, respectfully intimates, that she intends to remove, at Whitsunday First, to the commodious SHOP, No. 82, in the NEW BUILDINGS, East side of Buchanan Street. Glasgow, 1th April, 1832.
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A MORNING JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, FINE ARTS, FASHION, &c.
GLASGOW, FRIDAY, APRIL 6, 1832.
THE ART OF BOWING.
"Place your left foot behind your right, keeping your body erect and your head inclining a little to the right shoulder. Then, when you have completed your position, bend your neck till half an inch of your chin is hid in your neckcloth, and throw your elbows a little forward, gently and gracefully, if you can." This is the beau ideal of a bow, and, if you will go to any dancing master in Paris, London, or Glasgow, he will teach you the first rule of politeness in nearly the same words which we have used. It is a point upon which there are no diversities of opinion entertained by pragmatical disputants, and no darling theories cherished by conceited pedants. The first principles of the bow are as universally acknowledged as any axiom in Euclid, and the manner of teaching it in England and upon the continent, differs no more than the system of Mathematics in this country from that of the French. In both cases, the same results are evolved; the method of attaining them is not strictly similar, but, in the fundamental laws upon which they depend, there is no difference whatever.
Yet, notwithstanding the general understanding which exists upon this subject, certain necessary circumstances render it impossible to act, in every case, in accordance with it. Hence it happens, that the theory of bowing, however beautiful in its elements, becomes useless like many other theories, because it will not apply to practice. It would not do to stop in a crowded street, and go through the motions described above, whenever you met an acquaintance—nor would you even find it convenient to repeat the whole of them before taking off your hat to salute a lady. It is obvious, that there are some occasions where haste requires an abbreviation of the process, and prevents the ceremonial bow from being used, except in such places as the stage or a ball-room. Individuals, therefore, in proportion as they mingle in society, adopt or form for themselves a particular manner of expressing the courtesies of life; so that, in general, they are distinguished as much by their bow, as by any other indication of character. You have seen a man, hurrying along the Trongate, with distended palms, and diving his head into the waistcoat pocket of every one whose face he recognized. You, probably, suppose him a busy-body, and one who thrusts his nose into the affairs of other people. You see another man coming along, kissing his hand to every side, and keeping his head as erect as it was planted upon his shoulders. You analyze him into the essence of vanity. A third struts up with a determined air, and gives such an earnest nod, that you think he has walked out of his way, on purpose to salute you. He is, undoubtedly, not a man who can choose his own society. The next person you meet may pass you with a supercilious noli me tangere signal. No matter though you set him down for a coxcomb.
These illustrations may show what an important branch of education the art of bowing ought to form; but it is of importance to know, that how to bow is not the only material point, but that the when and where are circumstances of equal consequence. It is not enough to know the particular inclination of the head, which you are to measure out upon given occa
sions; you must, also, be prepared to decide, at a moment's warning, the reasons for and against favouring any individual, with that mark of your patronage or dependence. It is in this, that the difficult secret of fashion consists, and it is by a rigid adherence to it, that one has the only chance of rising to haut ton. In Almack's, and the other resorts of high life, the rule is so well understood, that the most intimate friends, when aware of any impropriety in their being seen together, acknowledge it by mutual consent, and look at one another without the slightest surprise, though neither betray any mark of recognition. Indeed, the practice is founded upon a law, which has its origin in human nature, namely, the desire of pleasing the many, and hence, as long as society exists, on its present footing, it must obtain in every refined community. In Glasgow, as in other towns of Scotland, where the influence of fashion predominates, this desirable accomplishment is practised, though, unfortunately, not always understood. A dandy, of the first water, will lose caste, if he bows to an unknown face, or a broad-brimmed hat; and, it is pretty generally acknowledged, that it is a gentleman's duty to cut his most intimate friend, whenever the latter has trangressed the most trivial rule of etiquette, and incurred the opprobrium of society.
Perhaps, reader I you sometimes promenade in St. Vincent Street, yourself, or join those loitering groups which are to be seen, daily, at four o'clock, on the genteel side of the Trongate. In these excursions, you may have had your own decision exercised, in the manner of refusing a nod with civility. You may have turned up your eyes to the sky, when you met a tradesman who had been dunning you for money for a fortnight; and you may have assumed a convenient obliquity of vision, in order to escape encountering a troublesome companion. This you may have repeatedly done with impunity; for a man never thinks of expecting a bow from a gentleman who owes him money, and a fellow who has not the sense to make himself agreeable, must make up his mind to be treated just as it happens to be convenient. With shabby gentlemen, you generally have little trouble; for they are prepared to receive or be denied your courtesies, when occasion requires, and knowing that they can purchase your arm in a crowded street, by a new pair of pantaloons or a London coat, they virtually resign all claim to your favours, when they make their visits to the tailor less frequent than yours. Men of this sort understand the thing, and never ask you why you sometimes pass them without notice, and at others dignify them with a condescending inclination. But there are others whom it is not so easy to satisfy in this respect, as they have such antiquated notions of breeding, that they cannot for their lives conjecture, why you do not always receive them with the same politeness. It would be in vain to attempt explaining to them, that you must occasionally see them without pretending to know it. It is not impossible that they should be so absurd as to construe such an apology into an insult, and demand satisfaction for what is done, in compliance with the rules of fashion.
Some of these fellows are apt to get obstreperous, if you refuse to introduce them to a lady of your acquaintance, or if you jink ont'of a billiard room as they enter it. It has even occurred, that a hot spirit has sent a message to a buck, for eating his dinners, at the same time that he refused him a seat in his phaeton. You, gentle reader, may have given yourself B stiff neck by sitting in the theatre, without daring to look into the next box, lest you should either have to make a disagreeable bow, or by refusing it, incur the wrath of one of these fiery fellows. You may have trod upon a dog, in your anxiety to avoid being seen by an officious person, and you may have driven your cab over an old woman, while your eyes were directed away from the smiles of some vulgar physiognomy. These, and fifty other evils, you may have suffered, from the obstinacy of those who will not admit the necessity of conforming to the manners of polished life, and, we have no doubt, you will thank us if, by the preceding remarks, we may convince any such persons of their folly in entertaining these exploded notions.
Besides these difficulties, which render an attention to the art of bowing so obligatory, there is an equal necessity of managing, properly, the time and apportunity of your bow, to those who consider themselves your superiors, as you may mortally offend a great man by obliging him to recognize you in public when he is not in the mood for it. But, as the consideration of this subject would lead us into a wider field than we can hope to overtake, we shall waive it for the present.
Kean was member of a theatrical company, in the west of Scotland, long before he became the distinguished actor. In 1807, he joined Moss's company of comedians at Irvine. Moss then commanded the Irvine, Ayr and Kilmarnock circuit, and, at the period of Kean's arrival, was doing no good. Shortly after the accession of Kean to his company, he learned, that his new performer had brought a little money with him—being the proceeds of a benefit he had taken before leaving England, and consisting of two ten-pound notes of the bank of England. Moss came to him one morning early, and accosted him, in his usual lisp— "My dear fellow, if you have got such a thing as a few pounds about you, we could turn it to admirable advantage. I have a great wish, as this is a sort of maritime place, to bring out some naval piece, such as 'Paul and Virginia,' but want the means. Now, if you could favour us with the needful, I would admit you into a share of the management, and we shall be able to make a very good thing of it in the end." Kean had never held the management of a theatre, and, being somewhat elated with the prospect, willingly tendered Moss one of his ten-pound notes. It was turned to immediate use in purchasing a stage boat and other naval equipments, but was found insufficient to satisfy the carpenter's demands. Kean was again solicited for assistance, and, without any ceremony, delivered up to the winds his other bank note, being all he had in the world. The speculation proved an entire failure, and, in a few weeks, the whole company were in absolute starvation. Their credit in the town was gone—their shares seldom exceeded three shillings each, weekly, and their sufferings were now screwed up to the very highest pitch of human endurance. Things were in this state, when Moss repaired to Kean's lodgings another morning, early, and, finding him in bed, begged he would get up and endeavour to do something for them. " There's the butcher's daughter," said he, lisping, "at her shop door opposite—what if you should go over and obtain a pound of steak on tick, for our breakfast. I see with what tenderness she eyes you at the play, and, notwithstanding, that we are already in her father's book, she may be brought over to your wishes." Kean consented to try, and, going across, while Moss observ
ed him from the window, soon made his request known. "Hush!" whispered she, "don't you see my father sitting behind?" Kean hung on, until the old boy slipped away, and then, on the instant, received, from the fair hand of this butcher's " only daughter," such a slice as a hungry eye delights to luxuriate on. He stuck a skewer into it, and, mantling the whole over with the skirt of his coat, walked slowly, but rejoicingly, across to his lodgings. Most unfortunately, for the hungry manager, the butcher's dog, who seems to have had all the tact and instinct then, which the shepherd's "colley" has yet, had smelt a rat, and, prejudging the case somewhat, had followed close at the bearer's heels until he reached his entry, where, after raising the coat tail, gently, with his head, he rather unceremoniously, lifted the steak from the skewer, and carried it back to his master's counter, leaving the little man nothing to satisfy his own and friend's hunger, but a bit of cold iron. Kean knew nothing of all this, for the weight of the coat upon his arm prevented the detection—so that, on going into Moss, he had only time to announce the arrival of the beautiful slice of beef, when, behold, instead of it, a naked skewer was exhibited. The manager's chagrin cannot be described. He chid and abused Kean in no measured terms, for trifling so with his feelings, insisted that he had never possessed himself of the steak at all, and that it was all a trick. Kean, on the other hand, assured him of the contrary, but added, that he "would not submit to any such unmerited abuse." On which they came to blows. After which, as Kean himself expresses it in his narration of the circumstance—" When we had pummelled each other well, I took my leave of Irvine and the company"—travelled to Glasgow, and, finding an immediate conveyance at the harbour for Liverpool, left Scotland, nor returned until 1815, when I came direct from London to Glasgow on an engagement of £600 for six nights.
The above comes from Kean's own mouth, who still speaks often in terms of great praise of Moss's talent as an actor—nor is he ashamed to acknowledge, that many of his most brilliant points are traceable to recollections of Moss. He says, that Moss's performance of LovegoHL in " The Miser," was one of the most powerful pieces of acting he ever witnessed.
Landscape Illustrations or The Works or Lord Byron. It is always delightful to turn from censure to commendation, especially, when we see the parties, who were the subjects of censure, making every effort to redeem their character. In one of our late numbers, we were reluctantly compelled to complain of Mr. Murray, in bringing out, what we considered inferior illustrations of the works of Lord Byron ; not, however, so much in consequence of their want of merit, as for their not having sufficient to entitle them to be proper illustrations of such transcendently excellent works. We may premise here, that we are warm admirers of Lord Byron's genius, and, on seeing the first number, our chagrin was increased by the disappointment which we then felt, and which disapprobation we a* warmly and decidedly expressed. It will now be seen, however, that Mr. Murray was in error in getting up an article of a low-priced description, as we just observe a rival, advertised in the columns of the Examiner, price one shilling. Thus he runs the chance of being driven out of the market, from two causes—first, because his illustrations are not of an order so superior as to make them be coveted by connoisseurs, and the refined ami opulent part of society—and secondly, because a work at less than half their price has made its appearance, which will very probably be as much or more esteemed by the vulgar, than the work before us. This was the amount of our first objection, and just what we looked for, and we fear the publishers may feel that we were right. The second number of thesa illustrations having made its appearance, however, we will now speak of them as prints unconnected with Byron's works altogether, and as such, taking the price into consideration, we declare, we
never have seen s work more worthy of encouragement. The two first prints in this number, are excellent, both in subject and engraving—Corfu is delightful, truly worthy of Stanfleld's pencil, consequently it is full of his fine feeling, especially the small craft in the bay, which are grouped in an artist-like manner, and are very spirited and effective—the engraving is beautifully delicate. The next is a very different subject, but not less picturesque and interesting —Franciscan Convent—the residence of his Lordship when in Greece in 1826, a structure of several compartments of different heights and dimensions, curiously antique, very picturesque, and consequently a fine subject for the pencil. This also is very well engraved, with a fine breadth of effect. If there were no other prints in this number, these two are worth double the money which is charged for the whole. "Lisbon," and " The Temple of Jupiter," are not equal to the others: the former seems to want repose, and not to be so well understood, it is also faulty in the perspective of the water, the lines of which should be horizontal, to give it its level position. The vessels look awkward, low bending, as if "ne'er to rise again," but the subject itself is magnificent—the latter is what in management we like least of all—it is insipid and monotonous. The vignette, " Ali Pacha," is a gem—" a particularly fine head," "a phrenologist's idol," capacious and elegantly formed, a fine intelligent eye, and the whole countenance powerfully intellectual, and full of sensibility. It is well designed and well engraved.
On the whole, we may safely pronounce, that, although the inferior prints were altogether put out of the question, the specimens of talent, both in design and engraving, which would be left, have a powerful claim on the lovers of the Fine Arts, to become purchasers of the work. We repeat again, that we have seen nothing at all equal to it, at the very low price at which it is sold.
To the Editor of The Dat. Sia,—There is no portion of your Journal which pleases me better, than your admirable translations from the German, generally pointing a moral, and leaving a pleasing or improving impression on the mind. But whilst I laud the translation, I cannot permit the injustice which the German author has been guilty of, to pass uncensured, when he directly acts the part of a plagiarist, and passes off, for his own, the works of others. I am led to this remark, more especially by reading one of these papers in a late number of " The Day," which is nothing else than a direct appropriation of a paper of Dr. Franklin, and, in justice to the memory of that great man, I request that his composition may also be inserted—the title is " An Emblem of Human Life." America is rapidly extending her literature, as well as her arts and sciences, but she cannot yet afford to be plundered by wholetale. I have no doubt, that Franklin's beautiful parable " On Religious Persecution," will also be attempted to be wrested from her, and I take this opportunity of protesting against all such misappropriation. A Yankee.
2d April, 1832.
AN EMBLEM OF HUMAN LIFE. You may remember, my dear friend, that when we lately spent that happy day, in the delightful garden and sweet society of the Moulin Joly, I stopt a little in one of our walks, and staid some time behind the company. We had been shewn numberless skeletons of a kind of little fly, called an ephemera, whose successive generations, we were told, were bred and expired within the day. I happened to see a living company of them on a leaf, who appeared to be engaged in conversation. You know I understand all the inferior animal tongues; my too great application to the study of them, is the best excuse I can give for the little progress I have made in your charming language. I listened, through curiosity, to the discourse of these little creatures; but as they, in their natural vivacity, spoke three or four together, I could make but little of their conversation. I found, however, by some broken expressions that I heard now and then, they were disputing warmly on the merit of two foreign musicians, one a cousin and the other a muscheto; in which dispute they spent their time, seemingly as regardless of the shortness of life, as if they had been sure of living
a month. Happy people ! thought I, you live, certainly, under a wise,just, and mild government; since you have no public grievances to complain of, nor any subject of contention, but the perfections or imperfections of foreign music, I turned my head from them to an old grey-headed one, who was single, on another leaf, and talking to himself. Being amused with his soliloquy, I put it down in writing, in hopes it will likewise amuse her to whom I am so much indebted for the most pleasing of all amusements, her delicious company, and heavenly harmony.
"It was," says he, "the opinion of learned philosophers of our race, who lived and flourished long before my time, that this vast world, the Moulin Joly, could not itself subsist more than eighteen hours: and I think there was some foundation for that opinion; since, by the apparent motion of the great luminary, that gives life to all nature, and which in my time has evidently declined considerably towards the ocean at the end of our earth, it must then finish its course, be extinguished in the waters that surround us, and leave the world in cold and darkness, necessarily producing universal death and destruction. I have lived seven of those hours; a great age, being no less than four hundred and twenty minutes of time. How very few of us continue so long? I have seen generations born, flourish and expire. My present friends are the children and grand children of the friends of my youth, who are now, alas, no more! And I must soon follow them ; for, by the course of nature, though still in health, I cannot expect to live above seven or eight minutes longer. What now avails all my toil and labour, in amassing honey-dew on this leaf, which I cannot live to enjoy! What the political struggles I have been engaged in, for thegoodof my compatriot inhabitants of this bush, or my philosophical studies, for the benefit of our race in general! For in politics (what can laws do without morals?) our present race of Ephemera, will in the course of minutes become corrupt, like those of other and older bushes, and consequently as wretched: and in philosophy how small our progress! Alas! art is long, and life is short! My friends would comfort me with the idea of a name, they say, I shall leave behind me; and they tell me, I have lived long enough to nature and to glory. But what will fame be to an Ephemera, who no longer exists? and what will become of all history in the eighteenth hour, when the world itself, even the whole Moulin Joly, shall come to its end, and be buried in universal ruin?"
To me, after all my eager pursuits, no solid pleasures now remain, but the reflection of a long life spent in meaning well, the sensible conversation of a few good lady ephemera', and now and then a kind smile and a tune from the ever amiable Brilliant.
To others he'll unsay.
Who tats his words all day?
In whatever situation men can be placed, they may find conveniencies and inconveniencies: in whatever company they may find persons and conversation more or less pleasing: at whatever table, they may meet with meats and drinks of better and worse taste, dislikes better and worse dressed: in whatever climate, they will find good and bad weather: under whatever government they may find good and bad laws, and good and bad administration of those laws; in whatever poem, or work of genius, you may see faults and beauties: in almost every face, and every person, they may discover fine features and defects, good and bad qualities.—Franklin.
Ma Hog any. —This wood is too costly and too ponderous for its strength, to be used as a building timber. But, when well seasoned, it warps and shrinks less by the heat of the sun than any other wood; and therefore it is the best timber for sign-boards. It is also excellent for doors and window frames, but too expensive for ordinary occasions. The mahogany from the main land of America is called Bay wood; and that from the islands—chiefly Jamaica, Cuba and Hayti—Spanish wood. Before they are oiled or varnished, they are easily distinguished: the pores of bay wood are dark coloured; those of Spanish seem filled with a chalky matter.
It is with great pleasure we observe, that the numerous friends of Mr. Cunningham, who were disappointed, by the postponement of his ball, a fortnight ago, are about to enjoy the gratification of treading a measure for his benefit. There is no necessity for our pressing upon the fashionables of Glasgow, the propriety of encouraging the Neil Gow of Glasgow, and, we may say, now, also, the Neil Gow of Scotland, by their presence at his approaching assembly, as the peculiar art with which he has long handled the bow, and the lively turn of his disposition, render him "the violinist of all circles, and the idol of his own."
EAST COUNTRY REMINISCENCES.
That the Cold Bath, built by the College of Physicians, at the foot of their gardens, in the Fountain Close, on the South side of the street, above the Nether Bow, is now ready for use, where all persons may be served at one shilling Sterling, each bathing, and two pence for servants, in the name of all gratuity. It is to be opened on Monday the 27th instant, where attendance will be
given Scots Courant, August 5, 1713.
This is to give notice, to all gentlemen, ladies and others, that the London Stage Coach will set out from Edinburgh for London, on Saturday the 5th of December 1713, and will go successively every other Saturday after, from Edinburgh for London, all the Winter Season; and passenger paying 1 pound 10 shillings for the whole journey—Ibid. Dec. 14, 1713.
We understand that Mr. A. J. Powel is about to publish, *' Familiar and Practical Advice to Executors and Administrators, and Persons wishing to make their Wills."
"Wyld's New School Atlas of Modern Geography" is in the press.
"A Melange," in French aud English, in Prose and Verse, by Marin de la Voye, is preparing for publication.
ODDS AND ENDS.
Morals Of Chess.—Playing at chess, is the most ancient and most universal game known among men; for its original is beyond the memory of history, and it has, for numberless ages, been the amusement of all the civilized nations of Asia, the Persians, the Indians and the Chinese. Europe has had it above a thousand years; the Spaniards have spread it over their part of America, and it begins lately to make its appearance in these States. It is so interesting in itself, as not to need the view of gain to induce engaging in it; and thence it is never played for money. Those, therefore, who have leisure for such diversions, cannot find one that is more innocent; some little improprieties in the practice of it, shows, at the same time, that it may, in its effects on the mind, be not merely innocent, but advantageous, to the vanquished as well as the victor. The game of chess is not merely an idle amusement. Several very valuable qualities of the mind, useful in the course of human life, so as to become habits, ready on all occasions. For life is a kind of chess, in which we have often points to gain, and competitors or adversaries to contend with, and in which there is a vast variety of good and ill events, that are, in some degree, the effects of prudence or the want of it. Franklin.
Force Of Public Opinion.—At the time when Gilpin published his " Forest Scenery," about thirty years ago, it was considered that eleven forests had alone preserved their rights, out of seventy-seven which are enumerated in an account of the land revenues of the crown, published by Mr. St. John. These eleven were Windsor, Waltham, Dean, Rockingham, Whittlqwood, Salcey, Sherwood, Whichwood, New-forest, Bere and Walmer. Of these the greater number, as we have already stated, have now been disafforested. The cruel and inquitous usurpations called forest law, which had been in former times such a source of oppression to the people, have long since fallen into disuse,—although, till within these few years, some of the forms of those laws were kept up, particularly in the New-forest, and the forest of Dean. The principle of these despotic laws, according to Manwood, a legal writer on the subject, was this:—" It is allowed to our sovereign lord the king, in respect of his continual care and labour for the preservation of the whole realm, among othe privileges, this prerogative, to have his places of recreation and pastime, wheresoever he will appoint. For as it is at the liberty and pleasure of his grace to secure the wild beasts and the game to himself, for his own delight and pleasure, so he may also at his will aud pleasure make a forest for them to abide in." In this way more than an eighth of the whole kingdom was made forest for the king's pastime; and the most vexatious and arbitrary regulations were enforced for the purpose of preserving the game. The grievance at length was put do wu by the spirit of the people.
Successful Imitator.—There have been found occasionally some artists who could so perfectly imitate the spirit, the taste, the character, and the peculiarities of great masters, that they have not (infrequently deceived the most skilful connoisseurs. Michael Angelo sculptured a sleeping Cupid, of which, having broke off an arm, he buried the statue in a place where he knew it would soon be found. It was found accordingly, and the critics were never tired in admiring it, as one of the most precious relics of antiquity. It was sold to the cardinal of St. George, to whom Michael Angelo discovered the whole mystery, by joining to the Cupid the arm which he had reserved.
Chinese Language This language is like no other on the
globe; it is said to contain not more than about 330 words, but it is by no means monotonous, for it has four accents, the even, the raised, the lessened, and the returning, which multiply every word into four; as difficult (says Mr. Astle) for an European to understand, as it is for a Chinese to comprehend the six pronunciations of the French x. In fact, they can so diversify their monosyllabic words, by the different tones which they give them, that the same character, differently accented, signifies sometimes ten or more different things.
To the Editor of The Bat. hand you the fac simile of the late eccentric "FTP "signboard, in Caltoo, as copied by myself.—Yours,
Nittov Ede bingall
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To the Editor of The Day. Sir,—Tradition states that the subjoined contains two very beautiful lines of English poetry, I should be glad if some of your correspondents would unravel them for
A Puzzled Subscriber.
Teruna nad utrasne aswl ewer dhinintihg
AN EPITAPH ON A TOMBSTONE IN NORTHAMPTON.
In youth's gay prime, a thousand joys I sought;
But Heaven, and an immortal soul forgot.
In riper days, affliction's smarting rod.
And pains and wounds, taught me to know my God.
The change I blessed, with my expiring breath,
And life ascribed to that which wrought my death.
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"The Pensioner" is written with excellent feeling, and has some meritorious lines; but, as it occurs to us, that it has alreadyappeared in the Glasgow papers, we trust its gifted author will excuse its non-insertion.
"Friendship's Wreath" will probably be inserted.
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