POMPEII, IN No. 22 we represented a view of the excavated remains of the Temple of Jupiter, the Pantheon, &c. in the once splendid city of Pompeii. The accompanying view represents part of the streets, shops, &c. with Vesuvius in the distance. Explanation of the References. 1. The summit of Vesuvius, consist ing of three heads; and separated from the other two (2) called Somma and Ottaianus, The circumference of Vesuvius at the base is about thirty miles. 3. Bosca Reale. 4. Part of the Town Wall. 6. The House of Panza. On one of the piers are painted these words :PANSAM AED. PARATVRS ROG. This custom of the Pompeians, of writing similar inscriptions on the walls, is not the least curious of those which these ruins alone have brought to light. On the walls of the habitations were painted the names of the proprietors, the numbers of the houses, manufactories, notices of plays, of gladiatorial games and hunts :-as this, "The gladiatorial family of N. Festus Ampliatus will repeat the combats on the 16th of the calends of June: there will be a hunt, and the awning will be put up." We find announcement also of sales and of houses to let; in one of the last description, a certain Julia Felix offers to let nine hundred shops, with their appurtenances, for six years. The 7. Kitchen in Panza's House. stoves still remain very perfect. On the wall is a painting, representing two figures sacrificing on an altar; underneath are two serpents, indicating that the genius of health presided over the culinary operations. On the side is painted a ham, or leg of mutton. 8. A Baker's shop. In it are preserved the oven, as also three mills, in which the ancients ground corn. 9. A Fountain, adorned with a small subject of sculpture in low relief, representing an eagle bearing off a hare in its beak. Sir William Gell imagines, that, by this allegory, the ancients wished to inspire with terror those who might deface an object of such public utility, indicating that the law would punish those who should destroy the fountain. Behind it is seen the shop of a Thermopolite, or vender of warm drinks. Such shops were frequented as great luxuries by the ancient Roman epicures, who took the drinks medicinally to prolong their appetite. Vitellius thus contrived to sup the whole night. Sweet liquors and stewed meats were also sold here. In front of the fountain is seen the ancient pavement, which is formed of large polygonal blocks of the lava of Vesuvius, în which may be distinguished the ruts of the ancient wheels. Few of the streets were more than fifteen feet wide, and some only eight feet. On one or both sides there was a foot-way for passengers, seldom more than two or three feet wide, with stepping-stones from one curb to the other, to allow passengers to cross the street without stepping on the carriage-way. 10. Gate or Entrance to the Forum. 11. Prisons, in which were found some skeletons of prisoners, with the irons attached to the wall, by which they were confined. 12. A Milk Shop: on the pier of this shop is a basso relievo, of terra cotta, representing a cow or a goat, seeming to indicate the sale of milk. 13. Ancient shops, appropriated to the sale of eatables; in the counter are sunk large fixed jars, as here shewn, which held the materials sold. 14. An Ancient Shop. LITERARY CHARACTERISTICS Shakspeare. In an age when a single Novel brings thousands to "The Great Unknown,” it may not be amiss to inquire what sum Paradise Lost, the first poem in the English, if not in all the languages in the known world, produced its author. When Milton wrote this sublime and incomparable poem, the British press was subject to a censorship, and he experienced some difficulty in getting it licensed; for Milton's political principles being well known, those who possessed the power of rejecting works submitted to them, probably suspected that treason lurked under the covers. It was, however, licensed and sold to a bookseller; yes, sold to one Samuel Simmons, for the immediate payment of the enormous sum of five pounds, with a condition, that if one thousand three hundred copies were sold, the author should receive fire pounds more; and the same sum for a second, or third edition. The sale of the poem, in the space of two years, gave Milton a right to the second five pounds, a receipt for which was signed April 26, 1669. The second edition was printed in the year 1674; but Milton did not live to receive the stipulated five pounds. The third edition appeared in 1678, at which time the copy-right devolved on Milton's widow, and she sold her entire right to Simmons for eight pounds. Thus the sum total received by Milton and his heirs for the work, which brought him a repu. tation as imperishable as the universe, was eighteen pounds! THE SPIRITUAL COURT. When Moore was writing the excellent Tragedy of the Gamester, he was suffering under a protracted and expensive prosecution in Doctors' Commons, for marrying two sisters. He was called upon by his proctor, one morning when he was engaged in writing, and the proctor having a leisure hour upon his hands, the poet read the four acts of his Tragedy, which he had just completed. The proctor was so affected by the tale, that he exclaimed "Good Heavens! Mr. Moore, how can you possibly add to this couples' distress in the last act!" "Oh! very easily," replied Moore, "for there I intend to put them into the Spiritual Court!" DR. JOHNSON. When Johnson, the Colossus of English Literature, came to London to commence his career as an author, the first person he applied to for employment was a Mr. Wilcox, who was a bookseller of some eminence in the Strand. Mr. Wilcox, surveying the robust frame of Johnson for an instant, with a significant look, replied to Johnson's question-"Young man, you had better buy a porter's knot." This, to the man who had taste and knowledge of the world sufficient to write "Rasselas," must have been cutting in the extreme; but it did not discourage a mind like Johnson's, for in 1738 he transmitted his poem of "London" to Mr. Cave as the production of an author "labouring under disadvantageous circumstances of fortune," and calling upon him to "encourage learning and relieve distress, by his usual generosity." This Mr. Cave was the first publisher who engaged his pen, and afforded him that protection which his finances required. The result was a lasting friendship between them. SKETCHES OF SOCIETY. CHELSEA HOSPITAL. "Rude am I in speech, And little of this great world can I apeak More than pertains to feats of broil and battle." « Oh, On advancing to the gates, I observed my friend Pat with four or five little urchins drawn up in a line, each with a broomstick or a mop-handle, going through the various evolutions of the drill ground. He was in the first position for facing to the right, and the youngsters, with mouths and eyes wide open, were watching the motion. Though seventy winters had spent their storms upon his head, he stood erect and firm, and at that moment would have been a fine study for the artist." "To the right, face!" said he. It brought him full in my front: his hand was flourished to his hat in an instant, and from a countenance expressive of command it changed to one of the most lively pleasure. joy to the hour that I see your honour again! Faith, but delight is bateing the roll upon the drum of my heart, and every swate sensation is answering the muster." The chidren were now charging each other in front and rear, which amoying the veteran, "Arrah be aisey, and don't you be after making such a hubaboo,-double quick time, march!" and off they set as wild as young colts. "Are any of these your's?" enquired I. "Oh no, your honour; when the turf covers poor ould Pat, his name will become 'stinguished. But see at yon gassoon; oh, it makes my heart ake to look at him, for he has niver a friend in the world, nor in Ireland eather, save and beside myself your honour. Sure is'nt he a darling of a boy, and the very image of my own dare Norah. Come here Casey, and spake to the gentleman, don't stand rubbing your pate there. Run off, you ragged rascal, and let his honour alone; don't stand grubbing there with your ten toes, like a pig in a pratee garden. Faith, but he's off; and now perhaps your honour would like to know a little of his history, seeing that it makes a figure in my own, But first I'll go back to the end, and so tell you straight forward in a circuitous manner, that we mayn't set out in a roundabout way. Sure and wasn't it at Monte Video that you left me last? And faith I might have staid there till death, and longer, but they ordered us up for Boney's Airs. Oh that was a terrible consarn, so it was, and many brave fellows lost their billet, for these Spaniards had an ugly knack of knocking the wounded upon the head after they were kilt. Sure wasn't I one of the party that stormed the Pizzelaro del Tow-row, where the bulls fight; and did'nt we make a big bull of it; for how could we get at 'em your honour, seeing there was not even the spoke of a ladder by way of a staircase? Ah, then poor Pat tumbled down with a wound I got in the breast; and then I thought of dare little Ireland and Norah; and so I struggled to get up again; but all was no use, till I fainted with the loss of blood; and there I lay, as spacheless and as comical as possible. Well, when I woke I heard a soft swate voice spaking to me in broken English,--it was just like Norah's, your honour,—and so I opened my day-lights to take a peep at the angel, for I thought it was her own dare self come in a phantomical way to cheer my spirit, about to quit this world of trouble,--only I could'nt make out the brogue; but not a soul did I see, saving and except a young officer, in the uniform of a Spanish hussar, kneeling by my side, and faleing my pulse, which was now bateing the dead march. The crature started when I shew'd my peepers, and the cap flew from its head. Oh, I shall never forget to remember that same; for it was a woman, your honour, and a noble one too; and though French by birth, a countryman of my own, seeing that she'd married a son of the sod. Long life to her, whether she's dead or alive for her kindness to poor Pat! for didn't she have me carried by the Viceroy's sarvants to snug quarters, where my wound was dress'd and the ball distracted; faith, and she did, your honour, and many more beside me, for after the battle, having a regard for the poor brave soudger, and knowing that many lay bladeing on the ground, she put on the regimentals of a captain of hussars, as one of the general's aid A fact. Madame O'G. a native of the Isle of France, and married to Captain O'G. brother to the Counsellor of that name. de-camps, and rode through the scenes of carnage to stop the murderers' hands, Oh wasn't she a darling of a soul! Ax General B, your honour, for he knew her well, by token-but that's none of my business to notice, only 'twas whispered, as softly as a pale of bells, that they found his image in wax-work, all alive and kicking, your honour. But the worst of it was the loss of our colours, that hung dangling in the church of San Nicolas, where the brave Sir Samuel Aty had suffered so much; but that was a bad job, to make the most of it, and all through treachery and cowardice, your honour, bad manners to his powther'd fiz-hog. But the colours! oh did'nt they stick in my gizzard, sure! and so I spoke a word or two about it to my ould comrade, Corporal Blacketer,-him as puckylooed the saints. "What's to be done?' says he. Arrah, dacently walk off with them,' says I. How's that?' says he. So seeing he'd no liking to the matter, I was obliged to close my chatter-box, and soon after we sailed down the river. Well, about two years afterward an ill-wind blow'd me there again, and I couldn't help going to take a sly peep. Oh didn't I get into a big rage, sure, when they struck like a blight upon my eyes. Oh Paddy, says I, twig 'em, and take shame to yourself for not dislodging them from their height! And so it bother'd me night and day, your honour, that I could'nt slape a wink, nor ever cease to think of it while waking. Well, one evening Jerry Driscol and myself were ashore, taking a sup of the crature: Jerry was a broth of a boy, and knew that two and two made five when his own ugly mug was shoved in to balance the account. He was a blue jacket, your honour, belonging to a sloop of war. Arrah, Jerry,' says I, 'shall we do the thing? Faith and we will,' says he, and the more, by token that they have stuck the bunting up; as indeed they had, your honour, with R.M.B. on it, for Royal Marine Battalion. So when night came, off we set, and got safe into the middle of the centre of the church, and clapp'd ourselves in ambush out of sight, where nobody could see us. About midnight, 'Now,'says I, 'Jerry's the time; you must mounta-reeve-o, only take care the rope don't get round your neck. Well, just as we was going to begin, we heard the most terriblest noise, and what should it be but one of the padres, who had what's that rope?' says the sargeant, pointing to it. Oh the sinner!" says Jerry, and sure he was going to hang himself, but didn't like it. Faith but its all evident now, Mr. Sargeant, and we've saved his life.' However, your honour, they marched us off to the guard-house, Jerry and I, and there we staid till morning light, our hearts bateing the tattoo all the time, for we'd no great relish to the mines for life. But joy betide the friar, he made it out to be a merry-kill, and so we were releas'd for the honour of San Nicolas, spite of the thwacks he got in his corporation that would have held all the common-council-men in London; and so the colours hang there till this time, unless they've taken them down. Jerry's in Green-itch, and here's poor Pat in Chilsea. God bless His Majesty and the country for such a home!" Lit. Gaz. CORNELIUS Buffstick. IMPROMPTU, IN THE MORNING CHRONICLE OF NO- Young Chloe caught her loves in nets, been sipping the supernaculum and fallen asleep in the sentry-box-the confessional box I mane. Bad manners to him for stretching his day-lights, and prying into other men's affairs! Oh, your honour, he roared like a Pope's bull, but he was as big as three moderate-sized aldermen. 'Arrah be aisey,' says Jerry, giving him a thump in his rot-under-ty, which would have held a cathedral, Can't you behave yourself, jewel?' Thump he went again; it sounded like a big drum, or a Chinese gong. Tuzzy muzzy wow, and be quiet then,' says Jerry, fetching him another poke in his middle aisle, that made the steeple totter. The sentry peep'd in, Jerry twigg'd him, and cotch'd the friar round the neck, and down they roll'd together, both roaring with all their might. It struck me comical-I couldn't tell what to make of it. Arrah, Jerry,' says I, 'don't you mane to get up? Oh the murthering rascal!' says he, 'don't you see how he's using me!' and indeed your honour, the padre was belabour- ON READING MOORE'S "NETS AND CAGES," ing him with both his fists. I ran to assist, but a sargeant and guard entered. ́ Arrah, Paddy,' says I, 'its all over with you now; we shall both be hung for felo de see.' 'What's the matter here,' says the sargeant-for he was a countryman, your honour, that had desarted from Whitelock's army,as indeed, there were hundreds more What's the matter here ? Oh, by my conscience,' says Jerry, jumping up and touching his hat, Mr. Sargeant, but that same fellow is a thumping rogue, so he is. Be aisey,' says the sargeant; and so he speaks to the padre in broken Spanish, and tells him to get up, and the soldiers lever'd him up with their firelocks. And then he tells them a long story about his being asleep, and dreaming that somebody was trying to stale the Virgin Mary, and that San Nicolas tweak'd his nose, and he woke and cotch'd us at it. 'Do you hear that?' says the Sargeant. Faith and I do,' says Jerry, 'but sorrow the silly. bull do I understand at all at all; all I know of the matter is, that we were passing by, and heard the poor jontleman hallowing; so we ran in, and thinking he'd got the cramp in the stomach, I rubb'd his eminence a little, when the ungrateful rascal knock'd me down, and threw himself on the top of the outside of me, and I'm almost mumm'd to a jammy-arrah no, jumm'd to a mammy-och botheration, it's jamm'd to a mummy, I mane.'-' But 6 And that for this plain reason: But give true love its fullest play, And seldom it will wander: way Are certain to meander. Its loss we ought to reckon gain:-* CUPID STUNG. J. N. A slumb'ring bee, by Love unseen, of love!" |