sand eight hundred pagodas or tem= should want words were I to attempt ples, where are continually sacrificed a description of the quantities of the à great number of birds and beasts, other things, such as metals of all all wild, which they hold to be a more sorts, coral, cornelian, crystal, quickacceptable offering than the tame silver, vermilion, ivory, cloves, nutones, according to the assertion of megs, mace, ginger, tamarisks, cintheir priests, who thus pass upon namon, pepper, cardamoms, borax, them a great abuse for an article of flower of honey, sandal, sugar, fruits, faith. This city has moreover twelve conserves, venison, fish, flesh, and hundred canals, made by the kings and fowl, as well as fruits and vegetables people of former days, which are of every variety. There are one hunthree fathoms deep and twelve broad, dred and sixty meat markets, not only traversing the streets in every direc- provided with the customary flesh, tion, over which are bridges built but with that of horses, buffaloes, the upon arcades, with columns at each rhinoceros, tigers, lions, dogs, mules, end, and benches for the passengers. asses, chamois, otters, and zebras, Four fairs every day are held in the every sort being eaten in this coundifferent quarters, where we saw an try. There are also immense cellars immense abundance of silks, bro- filled with hams, smoked meats, pigs, cades, cloth of gold, linen and cotton boars, and birds of every description; goods, skins of martens and ermines, all which I only record to show how musk, aloes, fine porcelain, gold and liberally God has supplied the wants silver plate, pearls, gold in ingots and of these poor blind infidels, in order dust, and such like articles, whereat that his name may be glorified for we were all much astonished. I ever." Chap. 106.

S.

CHARLIE STUART.
A Few lines of the following song have found a sanctuary among Hogg's
Reliques of Jacobite Poetry; it has never before appeared in a perfect
state.

1.
Come belt the broad-sword to your side,

Ilk Scotchman with a true heart,
And make the southern vallies ring,

And shout out Charlie Stuart.
The lowland pipe blew saft and shrill

We love a Prince as thou art;
The highland war-pipe wilder blew-
Thou’rt welcome, Charlie Stuart.

2.
The broad-swords shone-the tartans waved-

Of men in gallant order;
Some ran, some gade, some spurr'd their steeds,

And bown'd them for the border.
The Southrons sigh'd to leave their dames, -

Some fled-some play'd the coward,
"Till dark Drummossie's fatal sun

Sank down on Charlie Stuart.

THE OLD ACTORS.

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I do not know a more mortifying stopped short of her--and the restless thing than to be conscious of a fore- fidgetiness of Lewis, who, with no gone delight, with a total oblivion of such fears, not seldom leaped o’ the the person and manner which con- other side. There hang Farren and veyed it. In dreams I often stretch Whitfield, and Burton and Phillimore, and strain after the countenance of names of small account in those times, Edwin, whom I once saw in Peeping but which, remembered now, or caTom. I cannot catch a feature of sually recalled by the sight of an old him. He is no more to me than play-bill, with their associated reNokes or Pinkethman. Parsons, and cordations, can “ drown an eye unstill more Dodd, were near being lost used to flow.” There too hangs (not to me, till I was refreshed with their far removed from them in death) the portraits (fine treat) the other day at graceful plainness of the first Mrs. Mr. Mathews's gallery at Highgate; Pope, with a voice unstrung by age, which, with the exception of the Ho- but which, in her better days, must garth pictures, a few years since ex. have competed with the silver tones hibited in Pall Mall, was the most of Barry himself, so enchanting in delightful collection I ever gained ad- decay do I remember it-of all her mission to. There hang the players, lady parts exceeding herself in the in their single persons, and in grouped Lady Quakeress (there earth touched scenes, from the Restoration Better- heaven!) of O'Keefe, when she played tons, Booths, Garricks, justifying the it to the '“ merry cousin" of Lewisprejudices which we entertain for and Mrs. Mattocks, the sensiblest of them--the Bracegirdles, the Mount- viragos—and Miss Pope, a gentleforts, and the Oldfields, fresh as Cib- woman ever, to the verge of ungenber has described them- the Woffing- tility, with Churchill's compliment ton (a true Hogarth) upon a couch, still burnishing upon her gay Honeydallying and dangerous—the Screen comb lips. There are the two BanScene in Brinsley's famous comedy, nisters, and Sedgwick, and Kelly, with Smith and Mrs. Abingdon, and Dignum (Diggy), and the bywhom I have not seen, and the gone features of Mrs. Ward, matchrest, whom having seen, I see still less in Lady Loverule; and the colthere. There is Henderson, unri- lective majesty of the whole Kemble valled in Comus, whom I saw at family, and (Shakspeare's woman) second hand in the elder Harley— Dora Jordan ; and, by her, two AnHarley, the rival of Holman, in Ho- tics, who in former and in latter days ratio-Holman, with the bright glit- have chiefly beguiled us of our griefs; tering teeth in Lothario, and the deep whose portraits we shall strive to paviour's sighs in Romeo—the jol- recall, for the sympathy of those who liest person ( our son is fat") of any may not have had the benefit of viewHamlet I have yet seen, with the ing the matchless Highgate Collecmost laudable attempts (for a per- tion. sonable man) at looking melancholy—and Pope, the abdicated mon- O for a "slip-shod muse," to celearch of tragedy and comedy, in brate in numbers, loose and shamHarry the Eighth and Lord Townley. bling as himself, the merits and the There hang the two Aickins, brethren person of Mr. Richard Suett, comein mediocrity-Wroughton, who in dian! Kitely seemed to have forgotten that Richard, or rather Dicky Suett-in prouder days he had personated for so in his lifetime he was best Alexander—the specious form of John pleased to be called, and time hath Palmer, with the special effrontery of ratified the appellation—lieth buried Bobby-Bensley, with the trumpet- on the north side of the cemetery of tongue, and little Quick (the retired Holy Paul, to whose service his nonDioclesian of Islington) with his age and tender years were set apart squeak like a Bart'lemew fiddle. There and dedicated. There are who do are fixed, cold as in life, the immove- yet remember him at that periodable features of Moody, who, afraid his pipe clear and harmonious. He of o'erstepping nature, sometimes would often speak of his chorister

MR. SUETT.

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days, when he was “cherub Dic- a grain) of it, he could never have ky."

supported himself upon those two spiWhat clipped his wings, or made it der's strings, which served him (in expedient that he should exchange the the latter part of his unmixed existholy for the profane state; whether ence) as legs. A doubt or a scruple he had lost his good voice (his best must have made him totter, a sigh recommendation to that office), like have puffed him down; the weight of Sir John, “ with hallooing and sing- a frown had staggered him, a wrining of anthems ;" or whether he was kle made him lose his balance. But adjudged to lack something, even on he went, scrambling upon those in those early years, of the gravity airy stilts of his, with Robin Goodindispensable to an occupation which Fellow, “ thorough brake, thorough professeth to "commerce with the briar,” reckless of a scratched face or skies"-I could never rightly learn; a torn doublet. but we find him, after the probation Shakspeare foresaw him, when he of a twelvemonth or so, reverting to framed his fools and jesters. They a secular condition, and become one have all the true Suett stamp, a loose of us.

gait, a slippery tongue, this last the · I think he was not altogether of ready midwife to a without-pain-delithat timber, out of which cathedral vered jest; in words light as air, ventseats and sounding boards are hewed. ing truths deep as the centre; with But if a glad heart-kind and there- idlest rhymes tagging conceit when fore glad-be any part of sanctity, busiest, singing with Lear in the temthen might the robe of Motley, with pest, or Sir Toby at the buttery hatch. which he invested himself with so Jack Bannister and he had the formuch humility after his deprivation, tune to be more of personal favourites and which he wore so long with so with the town than any actors before much blameless satisfaction to himself or after. The difference, I take it, was and to the public, be accepted for a this :-Jack was more beloved for his surplice-his white stole, and albe. sweet, good-natured, moral, preten

The first fruits of his seculariza- sions. Dicky was more liked for his tion was an engagement upon the sweet, good-natured, no pretensions at boards of Old Drury, at which thea- all. Your whole conscience stirred tre he commenced, as I have been with Bannister's performance of Waltold, with adopting the manner of ter in the Children in the Wood-how Parsons in old men's characters. At dearly beautiful it was !-but Dicky the period in which most of us knew seemed like a thing, as Shakspeare him, he was no more an imitator than says of Love, too young to know he was in any true sense himself imit- what conscience is. He put us into able.

Vesta's days. Evil fled before himHe was the Robin Good-Fellow of not as from Jack, as from an antagothe stage. He came in to trouble all nist,--but because it could not touch things with a welcome perplexity, him, any more than a cannon-ball a himself no whit troubled for the mat- fly. He was delivered from the burter. He was known, like Puck, by then of that death ; and, when Death his note-Ha! Ha! Ha!-sometimes came himself, not in metaphor, to deepening to Ho! Ho! Ho! with an fetch Dicky, it is recorded of him by irresistible accession, derived perhaps Robert Palmer, who kindly watched remotely from his ecclesiastical edu- his exit, that he received the last cation, foreign to his prototype, of, stroke, neither varying his accusO La! Thousands of hearts yet re- tomed tranquillity, nor tune, with the spond to the chuckling O La! of simple exclamation, worthy to have Dicky Suett, brought back to their been recorded in his epitaph-0 La! remembrance by the faithful tran- - La! Bobby! script of his friend Mathews's mimic

MR. MUNDEN. ry. The “force of nature could no Not many nights ago we had come further go." He drolled upon the home from seeing this extraordinary stock of these two syllables richer performer in Cockletop; and when we than the cuckoo.

retired to our pillow, his whimsical Care, that troubles all the world, image still stuck by us, in a manner was forgotten in his composition. as to threaten sleep. In vain we tried Had he had but two grains (nay, half to divest ourselves of it by conjuring

up the most opposite associations. wardrobe he dips for faces, as his We resolved to be serious. We friend Suett used for wigs, and fetches raised up the gravest topics of life; them out as easily. We should not private misery, public calamity. Alí be surprised to see him some day put would not do.

out the head of a river horse; or There the antic sate

come forth a pewit, or lapwing, some Mocking our staten

feathered metamorphosis. his queer visnomy-his bewildering We have seen this gifted actor in costume-all the strange things which Sir Christopher Curry-in Old Dornhe had raked together—his serpen- ton--diffuse a glow of sentiment tine rod swagging about in his pocket which has made the pulse of a crowd-Cleopatra's tear, and the rest of his ed theatre beat like that of one man; relics-O'Keefe's wild farce, and his when he has come in aid of the pulpit, wilder commentary--till the passion doing good to the moral heart of á of laughter, like grief in excess, re- people. We have seen some faint lieved itself by its own weight, in- approaches to this sort of excellence viting the sleep which in the first in- in other players. But in what has stance it had driven away.

been truly denominated the “ subBut we

were not to escape so lime of farce,” Munden stands out as easily. No sooner did we fall into single and unaccompanied as Hoslumbers, than the same image, only garth. Hogarth, strange to tell, had more perplexing, assailed us in the no followers. The school of Munden shape of dreams. Not one Munden, began, and must end, with himself. but five hundred, were dancing be- Can any man wonder, like him? fore us, like the faces which, whether can any man see ghosts, like him? or you will or no, come when you have fight with his own shadow--sessa-as been taking opium--all the strange he does in that strangely-neglected combinations, which this strangest of thing, the Cobler of Preston—where all strange mortals ever shot his pro- his alternations from the Cobler to per countenance into, from the day the Magnifico, and from the Magnifi

commissioned to dry up the co to the Cobler, keep the brain of tears of the town for the loss of the the spectator in as wild a ferment, as if now almost forgotten Edwin. O for some Arabian Night were being acted the power of the pencil to have fixed before him, or as if Thalaba were them when we awoke! A season or no tale! Who like him can throw, two since there was exhibited a Ho- or ever attempted to throw, a supergarth gallery. We do not see why natural interest over the commonest there should not be a Munden gal- daily-life objects ? A table, or a lery. In richness and variety the joint stool, in his conception, rises latter would not fall far short of the into a dignity equivalent to Cassioformer.

peia's chair. It is invested with conThere is one face of Farley, one stellatory importance. You could face of Knight, one face (but what a not speak of it with more deference, one it is!) of Liston; but Munden if it were mounted into the firmahas none that you can properly pin ment. A beggar in the hands of down, and call his. When you think Michael Angelo, says Fuseli, rose he has exhausted his battery of looks, the Patriarch of Poverty. So the in unaccountable warfare with your gusto of Munden antiquates and engravity, suddenly he sprouts out anen- nobles what it touches. His pots and tirely new set of features, like Hydra. his ladles are as grand and primal as He is not one, but legion.

the seething-pots and hooks seen in much a comedian, as a company. If old prophetic vision. A tub of buthis name could be multiplied like his ter, contemplated by him, amounts countenance, it might fill a play-bill. to a Platonic idea. He understands He, and he alone, literally makes a leg of mutton in its quiddity. He faces : applied to any other person, stands wondering, amid the commonthe phrase is a mere figure, denoting place materials of life, like primæval certain modifications of the human man, with the sun and stars about countenance. Out of some invisible him.

ELIA.

he

came

Not so

THE MEMOIR OF A HYPOCHONDRIAC.

(Concluded.) I will now beg you to accompany my pursuits. I have heard much of me on a somewhat less painful jour- what is called “constitutional” melanney. And do not think that this is choly. My belief is that Hypochonforeign to the subject. The pleasures driasis may be almost always overof a Hypochondriac are generally come by exertion. It may, perhaps, the cause of his pains. They are exist to such a degree as totally to the stirps from which his hydra- weigh down the mind of the sufferer; headed visions spring. They are the but it must then be termed-insanity. trunk of a tree which yields no blos- This state is very rare, and needs som ;-only leaves, upon which our never be apprehended. It is true, melancholy sins are written-only that most instances of suicide have fruit, like that which grows (or grew) been accompanied by extreme meon the Dead Sea shore, full of dust lancholy; but this has almost univerand bitter ashes !

sally arisen from external causes, as There is a poem by Mr. Charles the death of friends, or the loss of forLamb (entitled Hypochondriacus), tune. No man's imagination is natuwhich gives an account of some of rally morbid, except where he inhethe familiars who wait upon the rits the seeds of insanity. On the conmelancholy man:

trary, it is originally healthy, and enFierce Anthropophagi,

ables its possessor to fight up against Spectra, Diaboli,

a legion of terrors. It is elastic, like What scared Saint Anthony,

the mind,-- like the body, and bends Hobgoblins, Lemures,

to accident and circumstance ;-or Dreams of Antipodes,

rather it takes an impression readily, Night-riding incubi

like water, and loses it as soon. I Troubling the fantasy,

speak now of its purer state. When Al dire illusions

it is diseased, it becomes rigid, obsCausing confusions;

tinate, and retentive ; its domain is Figments heretical, Scruples fantastical,

a region haunted by foul shapes, let Doubts diabolical:

loose from the caverns and dark re

cesses of the brain,--a turbulent eleThis is the dark side of the cata- ment, fierce and unmanageable. logue. Let us turn over for a while And all this is (generally speaking) to a sunnier page; we must return produced by—excess. Excess of stuto the shadows again.

dy or amusement,--of exercise or inI have “all my life long” had dolence, of eating, drinking, watchsome one main pursuit,- -an amuse, ing, sleep, too much care, too much ment. Throughout a large and varying neglect,--all generate, or bring to its circle the tyranny of my imagination terrible maturity the Hypochondria.spread; but it had its limits, like the Were I a king, I would have written ocean. I had bright as well as in- in golden letters on my halls and terlunar nights,-stormy days and se- chambers, where I ate, and slept, rener hours; some of the benefit, as and held counsel, the despised, but well as all the disadvantage of the sea. excellent word-“ MODERATION." sons. I had always some reigning I have all my life long had some one pleasure, which was like a separate main amusement. This has been being, concurrent and co-existent either poetry, painting, music; or, with the other, as hope may live (deserting art for science, I have bewith fear. My imagination was taken myself to the noble science of gloomy; but sometimes, as the dark “self-defence ;” or I have followed cloud is enlightened and made beau- the theatre with its gaudy alluretiful by the iris, it took a gentler ments, or encountered the blythe pecolour from the things around me : rils of the chase. Without these it shrank before my strenuous exer- helps, these anodynes, what resistions: it was influenced deeply by tauce could I have inade to the