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uion was the Palace of the Savoy, adjoining to the walls of which were the gardens of the Bishop Carlisle's Inn, afterwards called Worcester House, now the site of Beaufort Buildings. The next in succession was Salisbury House, which has given name to Salisbury and Cecil Streets. Proceeding onwards, and passing over Ivy Bridge, the magnificent structure of Durham House presented itself, which at one period was a royal palace. Nearly adjoining was an Inn belonging to the Bishops of Norwich, afterwards called York House, from becoming the residence of the Archbishops of York, when their former mansion at Whitehall was converted into a royal palace by Henry the Eighth. York Stairs, at the bottom of Buckingham Street, still marks the water-gate of the estate, which subsequently became the property of George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, whose names and titles are perpetuated in the various streets, dVc. built upon it. The last mansion near the village of Charing, and now the only remaining one, was called Northampton House, afterwards Suffolk House, and now Northumberland House, from being the residence of the Dukes of Northumberland,

"On the north side, the Strand presented but few houses of note. Wimbledon House, on the spot lately occupied by D'Oyley's Warehouse, which had been erected by Sir Edward Ceeil, was burnt down in 1628. At a little distance, westward, was Burghley House, afterwards Exeter House, and now partly occupied by Exeter 'Change; on the other part, and its attached ground, were erected the several streets and alleys receiving names from the Cecil family."

When the second May-pole was taken down, in May, 1718, Sir Isaac Newton procxired it from the inhabitants, and afterwards sent it to the Rev. Mr. Pound, rector of Wanstead, Essex.who obtained permission from Lord Castlemain to erect it iu Wanstead Park, for the support of the then largest telescope in Europe, made by Monsieur Hugon, and presented by him to lire Royal Society, of which be was a member. This enormous instrument, 125 feet in length,' hnd not long remained in the park, when the follow, iug limpingverses were affixed to the Maypole: "Once'I adorn'd the Strand,

But now have found

My way to pound,
In Baron Newton's land;
Where my aspiring head aloft is rear'd,
T' observe the motions of the ethereal herd,
n Here sometimes rais'd a machine by my side,
Through which is seen the spnrkling milky tide i
Here oft I'm scented with a balmy dew,
A pleasing, blessing which the Strand ne'er knew.

"There stood I only to receive abuse.
But here converted to a nobler use;
So that with me all passengers will say,
I'm better far than when the Pole of May."


(For the Mirror.) Edward Rose, who died at Barnes, bequeathed an annual amount of 20/. to the parish, on condition that rose-trees should be planted round his tomb.

Vide Crofton Croker. Ar! o'er them shall the soft wind blow,

And kiss their lips of bloom— The fair, the bright in sunset's glow; —Plant roses on my tomb.

The cypress is a mournful tree,

And bodes an early doom;
But lovely eyes shall weep o'er me;

—Plant roses o'er my tomb.
When feverish dreams assail with dread

The bosom's haunted gloom.
Oh, why should we lament the dead?

— Plant roses on my tomb.

The birds shall sing, amid their leaves,

To skies of richest bloom;
But cypress-shade the spirit grieves;—

—Plant rnses on my tnmb.
I loved them when a careless child,

And bless'd their deep perfume,
When lute and song my dreams beguiled;

—Plant roses on my tomb.
The fragrance touch'd with golden light,

And beautified with bloom;—
'Oh, plant them in the sunset bright,

To eonsecrate my tomb. R. A.*


(To the Editor.)

In illustration of your correspondent P. T. W.'s article, entitled "Halcyon Days,'' in No. 471, I beg to furnish you with the following, from a friend's album:—

There is a bird, a little bird, of plumage bright and gay,

Free as the tenants of the sea, free as its finny prey;

In wintry storms she lays her eggs, the briny

sands among. And twice seven days sweet calms succeed where

billows roared along. These are the sailor's Halcyon Day*, when

pleasure's on the main; The young ones batched, the storm appears,

and Boreas rules again. H. H. C.

(To the Editor.)

In No. 437 of the Mirror, is an account of " Clarence and its Royal Dukes,'' which seems to imply that the title is derived from a town in Suffolk; but according to a recent traveller, the origin

* Our correspondent assures us that the above lines were written many months before "The Tribute of Roses" appeared in the Literary Gazelle.— See Mirror, vol. xvi. page 17*.

is of much older date, having descended by marriage, from the Latin conquerors, of Greece. He thus describes the ancient town of Clarentza:—" One of the most prominent objects was Castel Tor-, nese, an old Venetian fort, now a ruin, but in former days affording protection to the town of Chiarenza, or Clarentza, which, by a strange decree of fortune,, has given the title of Clarence to our Royal Family. It would appear that at the time when the Latin conquerors of Constantinople divided the Western Empire amongst their leading chieftains, Clarentza, with the district around it, and which comprised almost all of ancient Elis, Whs formed into a Duchy, and fell to the lot of one of the victorious nobles, who transmitted the title and dukedom to his descendants, until the male line failed, and the heiress of Clarence married into the Hainault family. By this union, Phillippn, the consort of Edward III. became the representative of the Dukes of Clarence; and on this account was Prince Lionel invested with the title, which has since remained in our Royal Family. It is certainly singular that a wretched village in Greece should have bestowed its name upon the British monarch." According to the above account, Clarentia, I should suppose, is a corruption of Clarentza, and, perhaps, took its name in honour of the son ot the warlike Edward j but, as to a "wretched village in Greece,'' bestowing its name upon the British monarch, the writer must be aware, according to his own account, that in ancient times Clarentza was no more a poor village, than Clare is what it was, when the wassail bowl cheered the baronial hall of its now mouldering castle.

W. G. C.

(For the Mirror.)

"The grave is the ordeal of true affection.'* Washington Irving.

Yes, we shall meet again.

When this world's strife is over;
And where comes not care or pain,

A brighter land discover.
I will not think, in lasting night.

Earth's love and friendship dies ;—
It lives again, serenely bright.

In worlds beyond the skies.

I will not think the grave bath power

To dim this heart's undying love ;— Oh! may I still, in death's dark hour.

Its lasting fondness prove. Immortal sure some feelings are;—

Oh ! not of earth the pure devotion. Which lives in one fond earthly care,

And that—pure Friendship's soft emotion.

For bilgbtest this wild world appears
When far each selfish care is driven;

Soft Pity! dry not yet thy tears—
They make dark earth resemble be riven.

For other's weal, for other's woe,
Let me hare smiles and tears to pive;

And all my busy care bestow,
In some fond trusting heart to lire.

And let a voice be murmuring near,
When other sounds are faint and low.

And whisper softly in my ear.
When Death's chill dews are on my ear—

"Yes, we shall meet again.
When this world's strife is over;

And, where comes not care or pain,
A belter land discover."

Kirton Lindsey. Anne It.

(To the Editor.)

Perhaps some of your curious renders would oblige me with a little information concerning the personage mentioned in these lines of Cowper :—

"And Katerfelto, with bis hah- on end, At his own wonders wondering for his bread," Tost— Winter Evening.

AU that / could discover about him, I found accidentally in a pamphlet on Quackery, published in 1805, at Kingston-upon-Hull. In a note to that little work, I am informed that Dr. Katerfelto practised on the people of London ia the influenza of 1782; that he added to his nostrum the fascinations of hocus pocns; and that among other philosophical apparatus, he employed the services of some extraordinary black cats, with which he astonished the ignorant, and confounded the vulgar. But he was not, it seems, so successful in his practice when out of London: not long before his death, he was committed by the Mayor of Shrewsbury to the common House of Correction in that town, as a vagrant and impostor. When or how he died does not appear.

Cowper, when he mentions the name of Katerfelto, in the Task, in alluding to the advertisements of the London newspapers — and probably wrote the passage in the year 1782. The Task was published complete in 1785.

Whoever has easy access to the news

fnpers of 1782 or thereabout (as , at this moment have not) will most probably discover some amusing particulars about this Doctor, that may attract your readers, few of whom will be more gratified than

Great Russell-st. W. C.


(To the Editor.)

In page 429, vol. xvi. of your amusing Miscellany, the Cheroot is called a China Cigar. The writer, if he had given himself the trouble to inquire of any person who had ever been m that country, would have ascertained that there is no such thing as a Cheroot manufactured in China; and what are called Cigars there are nothing more than a small quantity of very fine cut yellowish tobacco, wrapped up in white paper, and about two inches or rather more in length. These, the Chinese sometimes smoke, but generally prefer a shallow cupped pipe of composition metal, of which copper is the principal part; to which a long whanghee or small black bamboo is attached, as a stem or stalk, sometimes more than a yard in length, and tipped with an ivory tube or mouthpiece. They generally carry a piece of joss-stick or slow-match with them, and a flint, steel, and punk; and when they are inclined to smoke, they strike fire on a piece of punk, and light the jossstick, which will continue burning n long while. As their tobacco is very fine and dry, the pipeful seldom takes more than one or two whiffs to consume it, and they emit the smoke through their nostrils in large volumes. In this manner they will smoke more than a dozen pipesfull in a short time. Cigars are generally imported into China by the Americans, or sent from Manilla; and Cheroots by the English and other trading vessels from Bengal or from Madras.

In India, the lower orders use a hookah or hubble bubble, which is made of a cocoa-nut shell well cleaned out, . having a hole through the soft eye of the shell, and another on the opposite side, a little lower down, the first of which is used for the chauffoir, and the other to suck or draw the smoke from. The shell is nearly filled with water, and a composition of tobacco, sugar, and sometimes a little opium, is put into the chauffoir, in shape of a ball, about the size of a marble, which they call joggery. A live coal is then put on the ball in the chauffoir, and the hubblebubble is handed from one to another, with the best relish imaginable. Sometimes a dozen natives, get squatting on their hams, in a group, and pass this delicate article of luxury from one to another, each taking two or three good pulls at it as it goes round, and'chattermg three or four at a time, like so many apes. They likewise emit the smcke

through their nostril* like the Chinese. The women are in the habit of enjoying the hubble-bubble, in groups, in a similar manner.

The best Cheroots are manufactured at Chiusmah, near Calcutta, where likewise a great quantity are made up; they vary in length from four to eight or nine inches. A great quantity are likewise manufactured at Mnsulapatam, but Vhey are considered as much inferior to those of Bengal. At Mnsulapatam there is a very extensive manufactory of a black clammy snuff, which is sent all over Hindostan.

Camden Town. R. L.


( For the Mirror.) Some years back a small party of children were amusing themse'ves upon the beach, near the town of Conway, in North Wales. One of them a fine boy of three years old being much fatigued, left his juvenile companions, and unperceived by them, got into a boat not tar from the spot, and fell asleep. The tide soon afterwards coming in, floated the boat, and carried it up the river; and upon the return of tide it fell back, and subsequently the boat and infant were carried out into the channel, between Puffin Isle, near the Anglesea Coast and the Lancashire Shore, or I should say, in the Irish Channel. A trading vessel, in the grey of the morning, perceiving a small boat so far from any land, bore down, and the crew to their great surprise, found only the poor child in it, nearly heart broken at its unfortunate situation, and totally unable to give any regular account of itself. The master of the vessel felt every wish "and anxiety to restore the poor child to its parents, but not being able to glean from it who they were, and having no children of his own, he made up his mind to adopt the boy,'congratulating himself that Providence had m this singular manner thought proper to send him an heir to his property, and a delight as he fondly hoped in his declining years. Accordingly after his return back from Liverpool, where he was then bound, to his residence in the North of Ireland, he introduced his little charge to his wife, who had never borne him any family; related the very singular manner he had found him, and they mutually agreed to take him under their protection until they could find out his parents, and if they were unsuccessful, to bring him up as their own child. Sometime afterwards the mother of

the boy came to bs made acquainted with what had happened to him, and she caused a letter to be sent to his foster father, wishing her child to be given up to her j her application was attended to, expressing much pleasure at beingable to restore the boy to her, but stated that he was doing well, and in good hands, they were reluctant to part with him ; and to induce his mother to suffer him to remain where he was, she was informed that his protector had made his will, and upon his demise, had left the whole of his property to the child. All this had no weight, she demanded her son, and the little fellow was afterwards given up, with many tears and regrets by his foster parents, to his mother, at Liverpool. It would be well could the narrative break off here in the manner it could be wished. But soon afterwards, upon the return of the boy with his mother to their home, playing with some children in the neighbourhood of Oakland Carding Manufactory, near Llnnurst, he unfortunately fell into a small sheet of water and was drowned before any assistance could be rendered hiin.

Paddington. J. N. J.

&fyc i^aturalist.


(By a Correspondent of the Magazine of Natural History.)

About three years since a young sparrowhawk was purchased and brought 111 by my brother. This was rather hazardous, as he, at the same time, had a large slock of fancy pigeons, which, in consequence of their rarity and value, he greatly prized. It seems, however, that kindness and care had softened the nature of the hawk, or the regularity with which he was fed, rendered the usual habits of his family unnecessary to his happiness; for, as he increased in age and size, his familiarity increased alio, leading him to form an intimate acquaintance with a set of friends who nave been seldom seen in such society. Whenever the pigeons came to feed, which they did oftentimes from the hand of their almoner, the hawk used also to accompany them. At first the pigeons were shy, of course; but, by degrees, they got over their fears, and ate as confidently as if the ancient enemies of their race had sent no representative to their banquet. It was curious to observe the playfulness of the hawk, and his perfect good

hero [?], who to the boldness and clearness of vision of the hawk unites the wisdom of the bird of Athens. The defence of the poor little owl wag admirably conducted: he would throw himself upon his back, and await the attack of his enemy with patience and preparation; and, by dint of biting and scratching, would frequently win a positive, as he often did a negative, victory. Acquaintanceship did not seem, in this case, likely to ripen into friendship; and when his wmg had gained strength, taking advantage of a favourable opportunity, the owl decamped, leaving the hawk in possession of his territory.

The fate of the successful combatant was, however, soon to be accomplished; for he was shortly after found drowned in a butt of water, from which he had once or twice been extricated before, having summoned a deliverer to his assistance by cries that told he was in distress. There was great lamentation when he died, throughout the family; and it was observed by more than one person, that that portion of the dovecote in which he was wont to pass the night was for some time unoccupied by the pigeons with whom he had fived so peaceably, even during his wars with the unfortunate owl.

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he was still a hawk in spirit, was proved on an occasion of almost equal interest. A neighbour had sent us a very fine specimen of the smaller horned owl (Strix brachyotus,) which he had winged when flying in the midst of a covey of partridges; and after having tended the wounded limb, and endeavoured to make a cure, we thought of soothing the prisoner's captivity by a larger degree of freedom than he had in the hencoop which he inhabited. No sooner, however, had our former acquaintance, the hawk, got sight of him, than he fell upon the poor owl most unmercifully; and from that instant, whenever they came in contact, a series of combats commenced, which equalled in skill and courage any of those which have so much distinguished that great

the uianuers, nor permits to be


The scenery round Aleppo is varied and beautiful, and contains some of the richest objects, peculiar to a land of eastern romance. When the sunset extends its purple flush around the hills, and the city is gladdened by the sound of silver bells, announcing the return of some Turkish caravan, a landscape of more extraordinary magnificence never entranced the imagination of the traveller I At the brow of the sunny hill, on which the peaks of Aleppo glance in the stainless azure of heaven, are suspended bowers of rose and cypress trees, through whose fragrant solitudes the streamlet murmurs its liquid song; and the picturesque situation of the scattered vales is so admirably calculated to inspire the musings of a contemplative mind, that Fancy might there embody her dreams and phantasies without the fear of receiving intrusion from the world. The scenes are decidedly distinguished by such attractive beauty, that I run disposed to think with the poet—

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