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Spitalfields--took its name from a detestable Charles the Ninth. “In this priory of St. Mary, where sermons were assault,” says he, “a remarkable event annually preached at the Easter Holi- occurred. Francis de Civile, a gentledays, and from thence called Spittal man of the neighbourhood, in the flower sermons.
of his age, vigorous in health, and ex· Rood Lane---originated in a rood place ceedingly brave, was stationed with there in St. Mary's church-yard, while his company among those who dethe old church was rebuilding, during fended the city between the gate of which time the oblations made to this St. Hilary and Bihorel. Having rerood were employed towards the erec- ceived a ball, which passed through tion of the sacred edifice.
his right jaw, and penetrated to his The Temple--was founded by the neck, he fell from the rampart. ImKnights Templars in 1185, but they mediately the pioneers, who were digbeing suppressed in 1310, it was given, ging a trench a little below, and who by Edward the Third, to the Kights of believed him to be dead, stripped him John of Jerusalem, and they soon after along with another, who was also half leased it to the students of the law, in dead, and buried him; but they threw whose possession it has continued ever very little earth on his body. It was since.
noon. In the evening, the combat beClerkenwell-or Clerk's Well, took its ing over, the servant of Civile, who name from the parish clerks of London, waited upon his master with his charger, who anciently assembled there once á enquired if it was true that he were killed. year to play some sacred history or Montgomery replied that he was dead, “mystery” from the scriptures.
and that he himself had ordered him to Paternoster Row and Ave-Maria be buried. The servant begged as a faLane-names dear to our patron god- vour that he might be shown the place, dess, where she sits on her throne of that he might take out the body, and carry glory, studded with the stars of philo- it home to the family of the deceased. sophy, and gemmed with the jewels of Montgomery ordered John de Clare, poetry. Oh, Literature ! there, where his lieutenant of the guard, to conduct thou art encircled with the radiance of the servant to the spot. When they thy splendour, where thou sheddest the arrived there, the servant removed the beams of thy effulgence over the utterearth, and finding only corpses dismost and darkest corners of the earth, figured and deformed in the face, and makest the bosom of every man a and not being able to recognize his temple for the residence of a god; erst, master, though he had stretched out the when thou wert but peeping on our bodies on the meadow to examine them foggy atmosphere, and occasionally better, he replaced them in the pit, and squinting an oblique ray on our density covered them over again with earth, but of murkiness, Ave-Marias and Paterin such a manner that a hand of one of nosters were sold at one farthing each! them remained visible. Fearing that Yes, where thou art now sending forth the sight of this would tempt the dogs to the celestial aspirations of the bard of tear out the bodies, humanity prompted Eden, the beauteous phantasies of Queen the lieutenant and servant to go back, in Mab's Minstrel; the profound think- order to cover the hand. While they were ings, and powerful reasonings of the performing this act of charity, the light great Locke, the glorious conceptions of the moon shone on a diamond which and sublime theories of him of the Civile wore upon his finger, and which stars, and the vivid creations and im- the pioneers had overlooked. By this mortal imaginings of nature's favourite mark the servant recognized his master, child, A. B. C. horn-books and missals though he had not been able to discover were all the offerings that were paid him by his face. Bending down his face in this thy temple, to the shrine of thy close to the mouth of Civile, he perceived glory.
that he still breathed, and he found also that he had not yet lost all his natural
warmth. He immediately put him on A WONDERFUL ESCAPE.
the horse which he had brought, and In his Universal History, M. De Thou carried him to the hospital for the gives the following account of the won- wounded, which was established at the derful escape from death, of a gentleman, monastery of St. Clare. But the surwho was wounded at the assault of geons, not willing to lose their time in Rouen, on the thirteenth of October, dressing a man whom they considered 1562, when that city was besieged by the as dead, excused themselves from doing any thing, on the ground that all 're- on an embassy to France; presuming, medies were useless, and that they had doubtless, that his skill in exposing imalready more wounded than they could position and deceit, would, at that court, attend to. The servant, therefore, took have ample scope for operation. And the resolution of carrying him to his inn, more recently we have had our Cockwhere Civile languished for four days lane Ghost, the Bottle Conjuror, the without eating or drinking. At last, South Sea Bubble, and last, though William Guerente and Le Gras, phy- not least, the celebrated trio, Richard sicians, having been called in, they Brothers, Emanuel Swedenburgh, and forced open his teeth, which were closed Johanna Southcotte ; which are quite by spasm, and made him swallow some sufficient, we think, to bear out the old broth. They then washed his wound, proverb-that Miracles never cease. and applied the needful remedies. His powers returned by degrees; his eyes
MIRACLE PERFORMED BY opened; he seemed to hear the noise which was made around him; and at
PRINCE HOHENLOHE. length he, who had been believed to be Attested by the Right Rev. Dr. Doyle, dead, began to speak. After the taking Roman Catholic Bishop of Kildure and of the city, some persons, who had long Leighlin. been enemies of his brother, came to the “ Maryborough, June 11, 1823. inn, and not finding the brother, they “ My Lord, In compliance with wrecked their fury upon this unfortu- your request, I send you, a statement of nate man. They pulled him from his the facts relative to Miss Lalor, which bed, and threw him out of the chamber I have heard from others, and witnessed window, into a court yard which was myself. below. God a second time assisted “ I am now in the house where she him. In the court yard there was for- was first deprived of her speech. She tunately a heap of dung, on which he is at present in the eighteenth year of fell. He remained there three days her age; and as she is connected with more, deserted by every body, without the most respectable Catholic families victuals or drink, till Du Croisset, his in this country, and has had frequent relation, caused him to be secretly re- intercourse with them, her privation of moved by the soldiers, and carried to a speech, during six years and five months, country house, where he was cured at is established beyond contradiction. leisure. After so many deaths he re. Her hearing and understanding recovered his health so perfectly, that he mained unimpaired, and she carried a is alive at the period at which I write tablet and pencil to write what she this history, though it is forty years could not communicate by signs. since he received the wound.
“ Medical aid was tried by Doctor Ferris, of Athy, and Surgeon Smith, of
Mountrath, but without effect. The MIRACLES.
latter gentleman (as a similar case never occurred in the course of his practice,)
resolved to have it submitted to the The far-famed miracle wrought by most eminent physicians in Dublin, Prince Hohenlohe, an account of which eight of whom were consulted by him, we are about to give, is not without and the result was, that no hopes could precedent; for, in the thirteenth cen- be entertained of her recovery. This tury, Bayle tells of a fanatical impostor, decision was imparted by Dr. Smith to who pretended to be cured of blindness her father, apart from Mrs. and Miss at the tomb of Henry the Third. The Lalor; all which circumstances the matter was received as Gospel truth by doctor recollected on the 14th instant, the public, until a Franciscan, who had when he saw Miss Lalor, heard her more worldly knowledge than priestly speak, and declared the cure to be micraft, detected the cheat, and composed raculous. a treatise on the subject, which he en- “ You, my Lord, are already aware titled De Fanaticorum deliriis, and de- that, according to your directions, writdicated it to Edward the First, who ten to me on the 1st of June, I waited gave the work a gracious reception, on Mr. Lalor, and communicated to him although it deprived his father's relics and to his family all that you desired. of the power of working miracles; and They observed it with every exactness; what was still more undutiful, he ac- and on the morning of the 10th instant, tually employed the author afterwards having heard Miss Lalor's confession by signs, and disposed her for receiving the or distorting, what I have seen and Holy Communion, I read to her again, heard, the truth of which, their very from your lordship's letter, the direc- notoriety places beyond all doubt, and tions of the prince, namely, that she which'numberless witnesses, as well as would excite within her a sincere re- myself, could attest by the most solemn pentance, a firm resolution of obeying appeal to Heaven. I cannot forbear God's commands, a lively faith and un- remarking to your lordship, how our bounded confidence in his mercy, an LORD confirms now the doctrine of his entire conformity to his holy will, and Church, and his own presence upon our a disinterested love of Him.
altars, by the same miracles to which “I had previously requested the be referred the disciples of John, sayclergy of this district to offer up for ing, Go, tell John the dumb speaks, Miss Lalor the Holy Sacrifice of the &c. as a proof that he was the Son of Mass, at twelve minutes before eight GOD, who came to save the world. o'clock in the morning of the 10th, “I remain keeping the matter a secret from most
your lordship's dutiful and others, as you had recommended; how |
affectionate Servant in Christ, ever, as it transpired somewhat, a considerable number collected in the chapel,
“N. O'CONNOR. when my two coadjutors, with myself, “ To the Right Rev. Dr. Doyle, began Mass at the hour appointed. I Old Derrig, Carlow." offered the Holy Sacrifice in the name of the church, I besought the Lord to overlook my own unworthiness, and re
A FRAGMENT, gard only Jesus Christ, the Great
FOUND IN A CASE CONTAINING A High Priest and Victim, who offers
HUMAN SKELETON. himself in the Mass to his ETERNAL FATHER, for the living and the dead. Behold this ruin ! 'Twas a skull I implored the Mother of God, of all Once of ethereal spirit full ! the angels and saints, and particularly This narrow cell was Life's retreat: of St. John Nepomuscene. I adminis. This space was thought's mysterious tered the sacrament to the young lady
seat! at the usual time, when instantly she
What beauteous pictures filled this spot, heard, as it were, a voice distinctly say. What dreams of pleasure, long forgot! ing to her, ‘Mary, you are well !' when Nor Love, nor Joy, nor Hope, nor Fear, she exclaimed, O Lord, am I ? and, Has left one trace or record here ! overwhelmed with devotion, fell prog. Beneath this mouldering canopy trate on her face. She continued in this Once shone the bright and busy eyeposture for a considerable time, whilst I But start not at the dismal void ! hastened to conclude the Mass, but was If social love that eye employ'd; interrupted in my thanksgiving immedi- If with no lawless fire it gleam'd, ately after, by the mother of the child But thro' the dew of kindness beam'd! pressing her to speak.
That eye shall be for ever bright, « When at length she was satisfied in When stars and suns have lost their pouring out her soul to the LORD, she
light! took her mother by the hand, and said
Here, in this silent cavern hung to her, dear mother,' upon which Mrs. Lalor called the clerk, and sent for me,
The ready, swift, and tuneful tongue:
If Falsehood's honey it disdain'd, as I had retired to avoid the interrup
And where it could not praise was tion: and on coming to where the young
chain'd; lady was, I found her speaking in an agreeable, clear, and distinct voice, such
If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke, as neither she nor her mother could re
Yet gentle Concord never broke;
That tuneful tongue shall plead for thee, cognise as her own. As she returned home in the after
When death unveils eternity! noon, the doors and windows in the Say, did these fingers delve the mine, street through which she passed were Or with its envied rubies shine ? crowded with persons, gazing with To hew the rock, or wear the gem, wonder at this monument of the power Can nothing now avail to them; and goodness of ALMIGHTY GOD. But if the page of Truth they sought,
“Thus, my Lord, in obedience to your Or comfort to the mourner brought, commands, I have given you a simple These hands a richer meed shall claim statement of facts, without adding to, Than all that wait on wealth or Fame !
Avails it whether bare or shod N ot well her smilelit edged the These feet the path of duty trod ?
blade If from the bow'rs of Joy they fled, which fifty wives to widows made, To soothe Affliction's humble bed ; When, vain his strength and Mabound's If Grandeur's guilty bribe they spurn'd, spell, And home to Virtue's lap return'd; Iconium's turban'd soldan fell. These feet with Angel's wings shall vie, See'st thou ber locks, whose sunny glow And tread the palace of the sky! Half shows, half shades, her neck of
Twines not of them one golden thread, FUNERAL HYMN BY THE But for its sake a Panim bled. MONKS.
Joy to the fair !my name unknown,
Each deed, and all its praise thine own; FROM “ IVANHOR."
Then, oh! unbar this churlish gate, Dust unto dust,
The night-dew falls, the hour is late. To this all must;
Inured to Syria's glowing breath, The tenant path resign'd
I feel the north breeze chill as death; The faded form
Let grateful love quell maiden shame, To waste and worm
And grant him bliss who brings thee Corruption claims her mind.
Where fiery pain
A celebrated city character, of gor. Of actions done below.
mandizing notoriety, who, from the
humble occupation of a biscuit baker, In that sad place,
had literally eaten his way to the civic By Mary's grace,
chair, in which, with the help of his Brief may thy dwelling be!
barber, he contrived to take SeringaTill prayers and alms,
patam, was observed, during his year's And holy psalms,
reign, so greedily to devour his favourShall set the captive free.
ites, Turtle and Venison, that his friends became alarmed lest he should also eat
himself into the church-yard; and abTHE CRUSADER'S RETURN.
solutely set about providing him, in his FROM THE SAME."
last home, with a suitable epitaph. It
required, however, no common exertion High'deeds achieved of knightly fame, of human ingenuity to record, in two From Palestine the champion came; lines, the condensed virtues of a newsThe cross upon his shoulders borne, mongering Chief Magistrate! a jolly Battle and blast had dimm'd and torn.
Alderman !! a facetious Banker !!! an Each dent upon his batter'd shield
eloquent Member of Parliament !!!! an Was token of a foughten field; . ingenious Biscuit Baker !!!!! a disinterAnd thus, beneath his lady's bower, ested Contractor !!!!!! a nautical HarHe sung as fell the twilight hour :
bour-Master !!!!!!! and a determined “ Joy to the fair !-thy knight behold,
Courtier !!!!!!!! After almost innumer. Return'd from yonder land of gold;
able essays, and when hope had nearly No wealth he brings, nor wealth can flown, the genuine and purely vernacular need,
language of its object enabled them to Save his good arms and battle steed;
produce one, as follows: His spurs to dash against a foe; His lance and sword to lay him low:
Here lies William Shirtis, our late fa. Such all the trophies of his toil,
mous Lord Mayor, Such-and the hope of Teckla's smile!
Who has left "this here" world and Joy to the fair ! whose constant knight
is gone to “ that there." Her favour fired the feats of might; This, however, was thought not quite Unnoted shall she not remain
sufficiently in unison with his occupaWhere meet the bright and noble train: tion in Lombard-street, it was, thereMinstrel shall sing, and herald tell- fore, rejected ; and, au
fore, rejected ; and, after much discusMark yonder maid of beauty well, sion, they agreed to adopt the following: "Tis she for whose bright eyes was won
Here lies Will Shirtis, The listed field of Ascalon!
Dirt to Dirt is.
The friends of Admiral Sir George Mrs. Creedon—" Never, Paddy, neRooke, when he was making his will, ver, but when you deserves it. Your having expressed surprise that he should Worship, I know what he's about I have so little to bequeath, the gallant keep him in victuals and drink; and intar thus replied, “True, I have not stead of keeping me he wants to keep much to leave; but what I do leave a woman." was honestly acquired, for it never costA lderman Cox-"Oh, now I see how the sailor a tear, nor the country a far- it is; there's a little jealousy in the case. thing."
The husband declared there was a
great deal. His wife was a little ould, " What have you to say why judg- and didn't like to see him to look at a ment of death should not be passed upon young woman. She had but a few days you ?" said the proper officer to a capital ago thrown a pail of dirty water over convict at the Old Bailey.-“Why, sir," him, and he thought he might give her a said the prisoner, “ I think the joke has slash or two, and he did so, he just been carried far enough already, and, if touched her, and she happened to fail. you please, we will drop the subject." Alderman Cox-"Well, the best thing * Aye,” replied the officer, with more I can do is to bind you both over." jocularity than good feeling, “ the The wife vowed that she did not care subject shall drop.”
what became of her, so that her “ thief”
of a husband was locked up; and the MURDER EXTRAORDINARY.. husband thought any state happy from An Irishwoman, named Katty Cree which his wife was excluded. They don, charged her husband for having were then ordered to find bail, which killed her on Saturday night. She failing to procure, they were sent to the stated to Alderman Cox that her villain Compter, and ordered to be kept in seof a husband was in the habit of “ ma- parate apartments. The woman went ciating" her, and “ tearing her limb out huzzaing, and vowing that she from limb;" and that he had often cut would be master of the fellow yet. her to pieces;” but in particular on Saturday, when he quite kilt her, and ALLITERATION ARTFULLY APPLIED, she never more expected to go about, Adored And Angelic Amelia--Acshe felt so destroyed in her inside. cept An Ardent And Artless Amorist's
Alderman Cox, to whom this extra- Affections. Alleviate An Anguished ordinary sort of exaggeration was quite Admirer's Alarms, And Answer An a novelty, desired the poor woman to Amorous Applicant's Avowed Ardour. describe her cruel husband's conduct Ah, Amelia! All Appears An Awful more correctly; for badly as he might Aspect! Ambition, Avarice, And Arrohave acted, the object of his inhumanity gance, Alas! Are Attractive Allurewas still in the land of the living. ments, And Abase An Ardent Attach
Mrs. Creedon persisted in saying ment! Appease An Aching And Afthat her husband had killed her, and fectionate Adorer's Alarms, And Anon she wondered how any one could think Acknowledge Affianced Albert's Alliotherwise who heard her say that he ance As Agreeable And Acceptable.had “ maciated” her.
Anxiously Awaiting An Affectionate Alderman Cox was at a loss for the And Affirmative Answer, Accept An real meaning of the word “ maciate,” Ardent Admirer's Aching Adieu. but Mrs. Creedon's husband explained
Albert. it, by showing the marks of nails upon Albany, August, 1821. his face, which his partner had scratched in the style of Indian tattooing. He said
LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE. his wife had put him in that condition, and that he never in his life kilt her.
BY LORD BYRON. Mrs. Creedon—" Oh, Paddy! how Dear object of defeated care! can you say that when you know and Though now of love and thee bereft, the Lord knows, that you kilt me a To reconcile me with despair, thousand times! Sure you're always
Thine image and my tears are left. murthering me."
"Tis said, with sorrow Time can cope, Mr. CreedonW ell, and how can But this I feel can ne'er be true; I help it? Ar'n't you always murthering For, by the death-blow of my Hope, me ?
My memory immortal grew.
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