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ostentation. This lady was killed, and her ghost haunted some house in Oakhnmpton much to the discomfiture of all the inhabitants thereof. A conclave of "most grave and reverend signiors" was convoked, who ordained that the disturbed spirit should every night pluck a blade of grass till all should be gathered. And now, every night at the chilly hour of midnight, the lady in a splendid coach with four skeleton horses, a skeleton coachman, and skeleton footmen, is to be seen in the park obeying the dictum of the Oakhampton worthies. This legend will be found, I am told, in "Fitz, of Fitzford," by Mrs. Bray. I shall not comment on this, as it evidently appears a wild legend, on which we can found nothing.

There is another tale which I shall recount here, since I can vouch for its authenticity.

During the Irish Rebellion of 1798, a gentleman went to take possession of a house in a lone^district of Ireland. The house had been uninhabited for some time, and was out of repair. Between nine and twelve at night, when the gentleman had retired to rest, he was alarmed by hearing a noise; he listened, the noise increased till the house rung with the repeated shocks; he hastily sprung out of bed, and imagining it was the Rebels, he rushed into the room where his servant slept; "Patrick, get up, the Rebels are breaking in," said he, "Don't you hear the noise?" "Lord bless yer honor's worship and glory, it's only the Daunder." "Daunder, sir, you rebel, the Daunder, what do you mean?" The servant explained that the knocking was regularly heard every night at the same time, and such was the case. Various parts of the wall were pulled down, and the house almost rebuilt, but to no purpose.

Foley Place. An Antiquary.


It is rather an unusual thing in the present age to hear of monarchs being authors, and much more so of being poets. It is true, there have been instances of this kind in former times; but perhaps none deserved more notice than Fath Al i Shah, the King of Persia. The author of a collection of elegies and sonnets, Mr. Scott Waring, in his "Tour to Sheeraz," has exhibited a specimen of the king's amatory productions. He also states that the government of Kashan, one of the chief cities

in Persia, was the reward of the king to the person who excelled in poetical composition.

The four subjoined poems are the production of this celebrated monarch.

William Runtino.

She who is the object of my love
Has just declared she will not grant me
Another kiss, bat at the price of my existence:
Ah' why have I not a thousand lives.
That I might sacrifice them all ou these condi-

The flame which she has enkindled in my heart
Is So bright, that it dazzles the universe:
It is a torch enclosed within crystal.
This heart is a Christian temple,
Wherein Beauty has established her sanctuary;
And tlie sighs which escape from it
Are like the loud ringing bells *

Ah! too fascinating object! bow dangerous Are thy looks'—they wound imluTerently Tlie hearts of young and old: they are More to be dreaded than the fatal arrows of the

mighty Toos.f Delight us wit ii a glimpse of thy lovely form; Charm our senses by the elegance of thy attitudes;

Our hearts are transported by thy glances.
The proud peacock, covered with confusion,
Dares not display before thee the ricb
And pompous variety of his plumage.
Thy ebon ringlets are chains, which bold
Monarchs in captivity, and make
Them slaves to the power of thy charms.

The dust on which thou treadest becomes an
Worthy of the imperial diadem of Caus.f
Haughty kings now prostrate themselves
Before Khacan,§ since he has obtained
A favourable look from the object of his love.

That blessing which the fountaiu of life
Bestowed in former ages on Khezr J
Thy lips can communicate in a manner
Infinitely more efficacious.
Nature, confounded at the aspect of thy lovely

Conceals her rubies within a rock
Our hearts, ensnared by those eyes which ex-

All the softness of amorous intoxication,
Are held captive in the dimples of thy chin.

Love has excited in my soul a fire
Wbicb cannot be extinguished ;—
My bosom is become red with flames,
Like a parterre of roses [—
This heart is no longer mine:
It bangs suspended ou the ringlets of thy hair—
And thou, cruel fair' thou piercest it
With a glance of thy cold disdain.
Ah! inquire not into the wretched Khacan'S

* A person, called the Mawezn, summons the people to prayers from the tower, at certain stated times, by ringing bells.

t Toos, the son of Nouder, makes a conspicuous figure among the princes and warriors, celebrated by Ferdoosi in his book of Kings,

X Caus supposed to have been Darius the' Mede by some historians

$ This poetical surname Kbacan, adopted by Falk Ali Shab, signifies emperor or king.

\ The prophet Khezr (whom some mistake for EliasJ is snid to have discovered and tasted the "waters of immortality,» and consequently to be exempt from death.

Thy wavln; locks have deprived him of reason; But bow manv thousand lovers, before Mm, Hare fallen victims to the magic of thy beauty.

My soul, captivated by thy cbarms. Wastes itself away in cbams. and bends beneath The weight of oppression. Tbou hast said * Love will bring thee to the tomb—arise, And leave bis dominions * Bat, alas! I wish to expire at thy feet, rather than to abandon

Altogether my hopes of possessing tbee.

I swear, by the two bows that send forth

Irresistible arrows from thine eyes.

That my days have lost their lustre:

They are dark as the jet of thy waving ringlets;

And the sweetness of thy lips far exceeds,

In tbe opinion of Kbacan, all that

The richest sujrar<ane has ever yielded.


The humid clouds of spring float over the enamelled meads,

And, like my eyes, dissolve in tears.

My fancy seeks thee in all places , and the beanties

Of Nature retrace, at every moment, Thy enchanting image. But thon, O cruel fair one!

Thon endeavonrest to efface from thy memory The recollection of my ardent love—my tender constancy.

Thy charms eclipse the growing tulip— Thy graceful stature puts to shame the lofty Cyprus.

Letererv nymph, although equal in beauty to 8hireen,»

Pay homage to thy superiority; and let all men Become like Ferbadf of the imumtnin, Distracted on beholding thy loveliness.

How could the star of day have shone amidst theheavens. If the moon of thy countenance had not concealed

Its splendour beneath the cloud of a veil?
Oh! banish me not from thy sight;
Command me—it will be charitable—
Command me to die.

How long wilt thou reject the amorous solicitations

Of Ihy K line an? Wilt thou drive him to madness
By thy unrelenting cruelty? The doomed
To endless tears and lamentations.

* Shircen, the favourite of Kh^sroo, is no less celebrated for her beauty than for the passion with which she inspired Ferhad.

t Of this unfortunate lover Ferhad, the romantic story has been told by several distinguished writers. The mountain to which our royal poet alludes Is the. Kooh Bisctoon (in the province of Cnrdistan}. where are still visible many figures sculptured in the rock, which, by the romances of Persia, are ascribed to the statuary Ferhad. Among these sculptures, travellers have noticed the representation of a female—according to local tradition, the fair Sbtreen, mistress to King Khosroo, and the fascinating object of Ferhad's love. As a recompense for clearing a passage over the mountain of Bisetoon, by removing immense rocks, which obstructed the path (a task of such labour as far exceeded the power of common mortals, by Ferhad, however, executed with ease), the monarch bad promised to bestow Shirren on the enamoured statuary. Hut a false report of the fair one's death having been communicated to Ferhad in a sudden manner, he immediately destroyed himself; and the scene of this catastrophe is still shown among the recesses of Mount Bisetoon.

Anecdote (Saltern.


(From the Life and Correspondence of Sir Thomas Lawrence.)

"In 1817, Sir Thomas Lawrence was commissioned to paint the portrait of the princess a second time, and he staid at Claremont during nine days. He one morning filled up a few vacant hours in writing to his friend, and his description of the habits of the newly-married and juvenile offsprings and heirs of royalty, forms a calm, unostentatious, and delightful picture of domestic life. How ill such pleasures would have been exchanged for the public splendour and costly amusements by which they were tempted. It is a source of infinite gratification to lay before the country such a testimony to the disposition and virtues of one, in whom centered so much of the public hope and love.

"Extracts from Letters of Sir Thomas Lawrence. "I am now returned from Claremont, my visit to which was agreeable to me in every respect; both in what regarded myself, my reception, and the complete success of my professional labours, and in the satisfaction of seeing the perfect harmony in which this young couple now live, and of observing the good qualities which promise to make it lasting.

"The princess is, as you know, wanting in elegance of deportment, but has nothing of the hoyden or of that boisterous hilarity which has been ascribed to her: her manner is exceedingly frank and simple, but not rudely abrupt nor coarse; and I have, in this little residence of nine days, witnessed undeniable evidence of an honest, just, English nature, that reminded me, from its immediate decision between the right and wrong of a subject, and the downrightness of the feeling that governed it, of the good king, her grandfather. If she does nothing gracefully, she does every thing kindly.

"She already, possesses a great deal of that knowledge of the past history of this country, that ought to form a part of her peculiar education.

"It is exceedingly gratifying to see that she both loves and respects Prince Leopold, whose conduct, mdeed, and character, seem justly to deserve those feelings. From the report of the gentlemen of his household, he is considerate, benevolent, and just, and of very amiable maimers. My own observation leads me to think, (hat, in his behaviour to her, he is affectionate and attentive, rational and discreet; and, in the exercise of that judgment which is sometimes brought in opposition to some little thoughtlessness, he is so cheerful and slily humorous, that it is evident (at least it appears to me so) that she is already more in dread of his opinion than of his displeasure.

"Their mode of life is very regular: they breakfast together alone about eleven: at half-past twelve she came in to sit to me, accompanied by Prince Leopold, who stayed great part of the time: about three she would leave the painting-room, to take her airing round the grounds in a low phaeton with her ponies, the prince always walking by her side; at five she would come in and sit to me till seven; at six, or before it, he would go out with his gun to shoot either hares or rabbits, and return about seven or half-past; soon after which we went to dinner, the prince and princess appearing in the drawing-room just as it was served up. Soon after the dessert appeared, the prince and princess retired to the drawing-room, whence we soon heard the piano accompanying their voices. At his own time, Colonel A ddenbroke, the chamberlain, proposed our going in, always, as I thought, to disturb them.

"After coffee, the card-table was brought, and they sat down to whist, the young couple being always partners, the others changing. You know my superiority at whist, and the unfairness of my sitting down with unskilful players; I therefore did not obey command, and from ignorance of the delicacy of my motives, am recommended to study Hoyle before my second visit there next week, which indeed must be a very short one.

"The prince and princess retire at eleven o'clock."

We leave out the link in the narrative that connects this pleasant description with the melancholy scene described in the following (for it is written in a sad taste) and only add, that the most amiable and beloved of women died within a month from the date of the above letter.

"Popular love and the enthusiasm of sorrow, never towards greatness, perhaps so real, saw in her a promised Elizabeth, and while yet she lived it was a character which I should sincerely have assigned to her, as that which she would most nearly have approached: certain I am that she would have been a true monarch—have loved her people: charity and justice, high integrity (as I

have stated), frankness and humanity, were essentials and fixed in her character: her mind seemed to have nothing of [subtlety or littleness in it, and she had all the courage of her station.

"She once said, 'lama great coward, but I bluster it out like the best of them till the danger's over.' I was told by one of the members of the council awaiting her delivery, that Dr. Baillie came in, and said in answer to some inquiries, ' She's doing very well: she'll not die of fear: she puts a good Brunswick face upon the matter.' She had a surprisingly quick ear, which I was pleasantly warned of: whilst playing whist, which being played for shillings, was not the most silent game I ever witnessed, she would suddenly reply to something that the baron or I would be talking of, in the lowest tone, at the end of the room, whilst her companions at the table were ignorant of the cause of her observations.

"I have increased respect for the Bishop of Salisbury, because he appeared to have fully performed his duty m her education. She had, as I have said, great knowledge of the history of this country, and in the businesses of life, and a readiness in anecdotes of political parties in former reigns.

"How often I see her now entering the room (constantly on his arm) with slow but firm step, always erect—and the small but elegant proportion of her head to her figure, of course more striking from her situation. Her features, as you see, were beautifully cut; her clear blue eye, so open, so like the fearless purity of truth, that the most experienced parasite must have turned from it when he dared to lie.

"I was stunned by her death: it was an event in the great drama of life. The return from Elba! Waterloo! St. Helena! Princess Charlotte dead !—I did not grieve, I have not grieved half enough for her: yet I never think of her, speak of her, write of her without tears, and have often, when alone, addressed her in her bliss, as though she now saw me, heard me; and it is because I respect her for her singleness of worth, and am grateful for her past and meditated kindness.

"Her manner of addressing Prince Leopold was always as affectionate as it was simple—' My love;' and his always, 1 Charlotte.' I told you that when we went in from dinner they were generally sitting at the pianoforte, often on the same chair. I never heard her play, but the music they had been playing was always of the finest kind.

"I was at Claremont, on a call of inquiry, the Saturday before her death. Her last command to me was, that I should bring down the picture to give to Prince Leopold upon his birthday, the "16th of the next month. * * *

"If I do not make reply to different parts of your letter (always satisfactory m a correspondence), it is because I tear, having no long time to write in, that I may lose something by delay, in narrating the circumstances of my yesterday's visit to Claremont, when 1 was enabled through the gracious kindness of my sovereign, to fulfil that promise so solemnly given and now become so sacred a pledge.

"It was my wish that Prince Leopold should see the picture on his first entering the room to his breakfast, nnd accordingly at seven o'clock I set off with it in a coach. I got to Claremont, uncovered and placed it in the room in good time. Before I took it there, I carried it in to Colonel Addenbrooke, Baron Hardenbroch, and Dr. Short, who had been her tutor. Sir Robert Gardiner came in, and went out immediately. Dr. Short looked at it for some time in silence, but I saw his lips trembling, and his eyes filled to overflowing. He said nothing, but went out j and soon after him Colonel Addenbrooke. The baron and I then placed the picture in the prince's room.

"When I returned to take my breakfast, Colonel Addenbrooke came in; he said, 'I don't know what to moke of these fellow*; there's Sir Robert Gardiner swears he can't stay in the room with it: that if he sees it in one room, he'll go into another.' — Then there's Dr. Short. I said, I suppose by your going out and saying nothing, you don't like the picture. 'Like it,' he said, (and he was blubbering) ''tis so like her, and so amiable, that I could not stay in the room.' — More passed on the subject, not worth detailing. I learnt that the prince was very much overcome by the sight of the .picture, and the train of recollections that it brought with it. Colonel Addenbrooke went in to the prince, and returning shortly, said, 'The prince desires me to say how much obliged to you he is for this attention, that he shall always remember it. He said, ' Do you think Sir Thomas Lawrence would wish to see me? If he would, I shall be very glad to see him.' —I replied that I thought you would: so if you like, he will see you whenever you choose, before your departure.' Soon after, I went in to him. As I passedthxough the hall, Dr. Short came

up to me, (he had evidently been, nnd was crying,) and thanked me for having painted such a picture. 'No one is a better judge than I am, sir,' and he turned away.'

"The prince was looking exceedingly pale; but he received me with calm firmness, and that low, subdued voice that you know to be the effort at composure. He spoke at once about the picture and of its value to him more than to all the world besides. From the beginning to the close of the interview, he was greatly affected. He checked his first burst of affection, by adverting to the public loss, and that of the royal family. 'Two generations gone ! —gone in a moment! I have felt for myself, but I have felt for the Prince Regent. My Charlotte is gone from this country —it has lost her. She was a good, she was an admirable woman. None could know my Charlotte as I did know her! It was my happiness, my duty to know her character, but it was my delight.' During a short pause I spoke of the impression it had made on me. 'Yes, she had a clear, fine understanding, and very quick—she was candid, she was open, and not suspecting, but she saw characters at the glance—she read them so true. You saw her; you saw something of us—you saw us for some dayt —you saw our year! Oh! what happiness—and it was solid—it could not change, for we knew each other—except when I went out to shoot, we were together always, and we could be together—we did not tire.'

"I tried to check this current of recollection, that was evidently overpowering him (as it was me) by a remark on a part of the picture, and then on iU likeness to the youth of the old king. 'Ah! and my child was like her, for one so young, (as if it had really lived in childhood.) For one so young it was surprisingly like — the nose, it was higher than children's are—the mouth, so like hers; so cut (trying to describe its mouth on his own.) My grief did not think of it, but if I could have had a drawing of it! She was always thinking of others, not of herself—no one so little selfish—always looking out for comfort for others. She had been for hours, for many hours, in great pain— she was in that situation where selfishness must act if it exists—when good people will be selfish, because pain makes them so—and my Charlotte was not—any grief could not make her so f She thought our child was alive ; I knew It was not, and I could not support her mistake. I left the room, for a short time: in my absence Ihey look courage, and informed her. When she recovered from it, she *ait', ' Call in Prince Leopold—there is none can comfort him but me! My Charlotte, my dear Charlotte! And now, looking at the picture, he said, Those beauliful hands, that at the last, when she was talking to others were always looking out for mine!'

"I need not tell you my part in this interview; he appeared to rely on my

sharing his thoughts.

• •••••

"Towards the close of our interview, I asked him, 'if the princess at the last felt her danger?' He said, 'No; my . Charlotte thought herself very ill, but not in danger. And she was so well but an hour and a half after the delivery !— And she said I should not leave her again —and I should sleep, in that room—and she should have in the sofa bed—and she should have it where she liked—she herself would have it fixed. She was strong, and had so much courage, yet once she seemed to fear. You remember she was affected when you told her that yon could not paint my picture just at that time; but she was much more affected when we were alone—and I told her I should sit when we went to Marlborough House after her confinement, ' Then,' she said, 'if you are to sit when you go to town, and after my confinement— then I may never see that picture.' My Charlotte felt she never should.

"More passed in our interview, but not much more—chiefly, my part in it. At parting he pressed my hand firmly— held it long, 1 could almost say affectionately, I had been, by all this conversation, so impressed with esteem for him, that an attempt to kiss his hand .' that grasped mine was resistless, but it was checked on both sides. 1 but bowed —and he drew my hand towards him: he then bade me good by, and on leaving the room turned back to give me a slow parting nod,—and though half blinded myself, I was struck with the exceeding paleness of his look across the room. His bodily health, its youthfulness cannot sink under this heaviest affliction! And his mind is rational; but when thus leaving the room, his tall dark figure, pale lace, and solemn manner, for the moment, looked a melancholy presage.

"1 know thnt your good-nature will forgive my not answering your letter in detail, since I have refrained from it bnt to give you this narration of beings so estimable, so happy, and so parted.

"Prince Leopold's voice is of very fine tone, and gentle; and its articulation exceedingly clear, accurate, and

impressive, without the slightest affectation. You know that sort of reasoning emphasis of manner with which the tongue conveys whatever deeply interests the mind. His ' My Charlotte ! is affecting; he does not pronounce it as ' Me Charlotte,' but very simply and evenly, 'My Charlotte.'"

^otes of a £\eaUcr.


Part VII.—Mechanics. We quote a few articles from the Introductory portion, illustrating the general principles of Mechanical agencies.

Why are we said to know of nothing which is absolutely at rest?

Because ihe earth is whirling round its axis, and round the sun; the sun is moving round his axis, and round the centre of gravity of the solar system; and, doubtless, round some more remote centre in the great universe, carrying all his planets and comets about his path. One of the grand laws of nature is, that all bodies persevere in their present state, whether of motion or rest, unless disturbed by some foreign power. Motion, therefore, once began, would be continued for ever, were it to meet with no interruption from external causes, such as the power of gravity* the resistance of the medium, &c. Dr. Arnott adduces several familiar illustrations of motions and forces. Thus, all falling and pressing bodies exhibit attraction in its simplest lorm. Repulsion is instanced in explosion, steam, the action of springs, &c. Explosion of gunpowder is repulsion among the particles when assuming the form of oin Steam, by Ihe repulsion among its particles, moves the piston of the steamengine. All elasticity, as seen in springs, collision, &c. belongs chiefly to repulsion. A spring is often, as it were, a reservoir ol force, kept ready charged for a purpose; as when a gun-lock is cocked, a watch wound up, &c.

Why does a billiard ball stop when it strikes directly another ball of equal size, and the second ball proceed with the whole velocity which the first had?

Because the action which imparts the new motion is equal to the re-action which destroys the old. Although the transference of motion, in such a case, seems to be instantaneous, the change is really progressive, and is as follows:— The approaching ball, at a certam point of time, has just given half of its motion to the other equal ball; and if both were of soft clay, they would then proceed together with half the original ve

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