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MEMORIALS OF JOHN KEATS.

To the Editor.

Sir,-The anecdote of Keats, which appeared in a late number of your Table Book,* recalled his image to my "mind's eye" as vividly, through the tear of regret, as the long-buried pictures on the walls of Pompeii appear when water is thrown over them; and I turned to reperuse the written record of my feelings, at hearing him spoken of a few months since. These lines I trouble you with, thinking they may gratify the feelings of some one of his friends, and trusting their homeliness may be pardoned for the sake of the feeling which dictated them.

I should also be glad of this opportunity to express the wishes of many of his admirers for a portrait of Keats. There are two in existence; one, a spirited profile sketch by Haydon; the other, a beautiful miniature by his friend Severn; but neither have been engraved. Mr. Severn's

In others' natures, that by sympathies
It knit with them in friendship's strongest ties-
Th' enthusiasm which thy soul pervaded-
The deep poetic feeling, which invaded
The narrow channel of thy stream of life,
And wrought therein consuming, inward strife.—
All these and other kindred excellencies

Do those who knew thee dwell upon, and thence is
Derived a cordial, fresh remembrance

Of thee, as though thou wert but in a trance.
I, too, can think ofthee, with friendship's glow,
Who but at distance only didst thee know;
And oft thy gentle form flits past my sight
In transient day dreams, and a tranquil light,
Like that of warm Italian skies, comes o'er

My sorrowing heart-I feel thou art no more-
Those mild, pure skies thou long'st to look upon,
Begone
To that more genial clime, and breathe the air
Of southern shores; thy wasted strength repair."
Then all the Patriot burst upon thy soul;

Till friends, in kindness, bade thee oft “

Thy love of country made thee shun the goal

(As thou prophetically felt 'twould be,)
Of thy last pilgrimage. Thou cross'd the sea,
Leaving thy heart and hopes in England here,

And went as doth a corpse upon its bier!

Still do I see thee on the river's strand
Take thy last step upon thy native land-
Still feel the last kind pressure of thy hand.

return to England will probably produce
some memorial of his " span of life," and a
more satisfactory account of his last mo-
ments than can be gleaned from report.
The opportunity that would thus be afforded
of giving to the world the posthumous A calm dejection in thy youthful face,
remains of his genius, will, it is to be
hoped, not be neglected. Such a volume
would be incomplete without a portrait;
which, if seen by the most prejudiced of
his literary opponents, would turn the
laugh of contempt into a look of thoughtful
regret. Hoping my rhymes will not frus-
trate my wishes, I remain, sir,

Your obliged correspondent,
and humble servant,
GASTON.

Sept. 13, 1827.

EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES, SUGGESTED BY
SOME THOUGHTS AND RECOLLECTIONS OF

JOHN KEATS, THE POET.

Thy name, dear Keats, is not forgotten quite
E'en in this dreary pause-Fame's dark twilight-
The space betwixt death's starry-vaulted sky,
And the bright dawn of immortality.
That time when tear and elegy lie cold
Upon the barren tomb, and ere enrolled

Thy name upon the list of honoured men,

In the world's volume writ with History's lasting pen.

No! there are some who in their bosom's haven
Cherish thy mem'ry-on whose hearts are graven
The living recollections of thy worth-
Thy frank sincerity, thine ardent mirth;
That nobleness of spirit, so allied

To those high qualities it quick descried

* Col. 249.

To which e'en sickness lent a tender grace-
A hectic bloom-the sacrificial flower,
Which marks th' approach of Death's all-withering

power.

Oft do my thoughts keep vigils at thy tomb
Across the sea, beneath the walls of Rome;
And even now a tear will find its way,
Heralding pensive thoughts which thither stray-
How must they mourn who feel what I but know?
What can assuage their poignancy of woe,
If I, a stranger, (save that I had been
Where thou wast, and thy gentleness had seen,)
Now feel mild sorrow and a welcome sadness
As then I felt, whene'er I saw thee, gladness?—
Mine was a friendship all upon one side;
Thou knewest me by name and nought beside.
In humble station, I but shar'd the smile
Of which some trivial thought might thee beguile !
Happy in that proud but to hear thy voice
Accost me inwardly did I rejoice

To gain a word from thee, and if a thought
Stray'd into utterance, quick the words I caught.
I laid in wait to catch a glimpse of thee,
And plann'd where'er thou wert that I might be.
I look'd on thee as a superior being,
Whom I felt sweet content in merely seeing:
With thy fine qualities I stor'd my mind;
And now thou'rt gone, their mem'ry stays behind.
Mixt admiration fills my heart, nor can

I tell which most to love-the Poet or the Man.
GASTON.

November, 1826.

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FUNERALS IN CUMBERLAND.

To the Editor.

Sir, It is usual at the funeral of a person, especially of a householder, to invite persons to attend the ceremony; and in Carlisle, for instance, this is done on the day of interment by the bellman, who, in a solemn and subdued tone of voice, announces, that “all friends and neighbours deceased, are requested to take notice, that the body will be lifted at o'clock, to be interred at church." On this occasion the relatives and persons, invited by note, repair to the dwelling of the deceased, where they usually partake of a cold collation, with wine, &c.; and at the outside of the door a table is set out, bountifully replenished with bread and cheese, ale and spirits, when "all friends and neighbours" partake as they think proper. When the preparations for moving are completed, the procession is accompanied by those persons who are disposed to pay their last mark of respect to the memory of the deceased. This custom, it has been remarked, gives an opportunity for "that indulgence which

ought to belong to the marriage feast, and that it is a practice savouring of the gothic and barbarous manners of our unpolished ancestors." With deference to the writer's

opinion, I would say that the custom is worthy of imitation, and that the assembling together of persons who have only this opportunity of expressing their respect for the memory of the deceased, cannot fail to engage the mind to useful reflections, and is a great contrast to the heartless mode of conducting interments in many other places, where the attendants frequently do not exceed half a dozen.

The procession used often to be preceded by the parish clerk and singers, who sang a portion of the Psalms until they arrived at the church. This part of the ceremony I understand, seldom performed. now,

is

Newcastle upon Tyne,
August, 1827.

I am,
Yours, &c.
W. C.

BIDDEN WEDDINGS

IN CUMBERLAND.

Sir, It was a prevalent custom to have "bidden weddings" when a couple of respectability and of slender means were on the eve of marriage; in this case they gave

publicity to their intentions through the
medium of the "Cumberland Pacquet," a
paper published at Whitehaven, and which
newspaper printed in the county. The
about twenty-nine years ago was the only
editor, Mr. John Ware, used to set off the
invitation in a novel and amusing manner,
which never failed to ensure a large meet-
ing, and frequently the contributions made
much importance to the new married cou-
on the occasion, by the visitors, were of so
ple, that by care and industry they were
enabled to make so good "a fend as niver
to look ahint them."*

cludes me from stating whether this "good
A long absence from the county pre-
old custom" continues to be practised: per-
haps some of your readers will favour you
with additional information on this subject,
and if they would also describe any other
me, at least, be acceptable.
customs peculiar to this county, it would to

The following is a copy of an advertisePacquet in a number for June, 1803 :— ment, as it appeared in the Cumberland

A PUBLIC BRIDAL.

ONATHAN and GRACE MUS

JN

BRIDAL, at Low Lorton Bridge End, GRAVE purpose having a PUBLIC near Cockermouth, on THURSDAY, the 16th of June, 1803; when they will be glad to see their Friends, and all who may please to favour them with their Company; - for whose Amusement there will be various RACES, for Prizes of different Kinds; and amongst others, a Saddle, and Bridle; and a Silver-tipt Hunting Horn, for Hounds to run for. There will also be Leaping, Wrestling, &c. &c.

Commodious ROOMS are likewise engaged for DANCING PARTIES, in the Evening.

Come, haste to the BRIDAL!—to Joys we invite You, Which, help'd by the Season, to please You can't fail:

But should LOVE, MIRTH, and SPRING strive in
vain to delight You,

You've still the mild Comforts of LORTON'S Sweet
VALE.

And where does the GODDESS more charmingly revel?
Where, ZEPHYR dispense a more health-chearing

Gale,

Than where the pure Cocker, meandring the Level,
Adorns the calm Prospects of LORTON'S Sweet
VALE?

An endeavour as to render any additional assistance unnecessary.

To the BRIDAL then come ;-taste the Sweets of our the ancients, and founded on the most
Valley;
solid reasonings of astronomical science.
Your Visit, good Cheer and kind Welcome shall hail. The elegant work of Fontenelle, on the

Round the Standard of Old ENGLISH CUSTOM, we'll rally,

And be blest in Love, Friendship, and LORTON'S Sweet VALE.

"Plurality of Worlds," first rendered the conception familiar to common minds. This notion of a plurality of worlds was generally inculcated by the Greek philo

With this, the conclusion of the bridal sophers. Plutarch, after giving an account "bidding," I conclude, Sir, Your constant reader,

Newcastle upon Tyne, August, 1827.

Discoveries

OF THE

W. C.

ANCIENTS AND MODERNS.

No. VIII.

THE MILKY WAY.

That lucid whitish zone in the firmament among the fixed stars, which we call the "Milky Way," was supposed by the Pythagoreans to have once been the sun's path, wherein he had left that trace of white, which we now observe there. The Peripatetics asserted, after Aristotle, that it was formed of exhalations, suspended high in air. These were gross mistakes; but all the ancients were not mistaken.

Democritus, without the aid of a telescope, preceded Galileo in remarking, that "what we call the milky way, contained in it an innumerable quantity of fixed stars, the mixture of whose distant rays occasioned the whiteness which we thus denominate," or, to express it in Plutarch's words, it was "the united brightness of an immense number of stars."

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THE FIXED STARS PLURALITY OF
WORLDS.

The conceptions of the ancients respect ing the fixed stars were not less clear than ours. Indeed, the opinions of the moderns on this subject have been adopted within a century from those great masters, after having been rejected during many ages. It would be reckoned almost an absurdity at present, to doubt of those stars being suns like ours, each respectively having planets of their own, revolving around them, and forming various solar systems, more or less resembling ours. Philosophy, at present, admits this theory, derived from

of it, says, that "he was so far from finding fault with it, that he thought it highly probable there had been, and were, like this of ours, an innumerable, though not absolutely infinite, multitude of worlds; wherein, as well as here, were land and water, invested by sky."

Anaximenes was one of the first who taught, that "the stars were immense masses of fire, around which certain terrestrial globes, imperceptible to us, accomplished their periodic revolutions." By these terrestrial globes, turning round those masses of fire, he evidently meant planets, such as ours, subordinate to their own sun, and forming a solar system.

Anaximenes agreed with Thales in this opinion, which passed from the Ionic to the Italic sect; who held, that every star was a world, containing in itself a sun and planets, all fixed in that immense space, which they called ether.

Heraclides, and all the Pythagoreans likewise taught, that " every star was a world, or solary system, having, like this of ours, its sun and planets, invested with an atmosphere of air, and moving in the This opinion seems to have been of still fluid ether, by which they were sustained." more ancient origin. There are traces of it in the verses of Orpheus, who lived in the time of the Trojan war, and taught that there was a plurality of worlds; a doctrine which Epicurus also deemed very probable.

Origen treats amply of the opinion of Democritus, saying, that "he taught, that there was an innumerable multitude of worlds, of unequal size, and differing in the number of their planets; that some of them were as large as ours, and placed at unequal distances; that some were inhabited by animals, which he could not take upon him to describe; and that some had neither animals, nor plants, nor any thing like what appeared among us." The philosophic genius of the illustrious ancient discerned, that the different nature of those spheres necessarily required inhabitants of different kinds.

This opinion of Democritus surprised Alexander into a sudden declaration of his unbounded ambition. Ælian reports, that

this young prince, upon hearing Democritus's doctrine of a plurality of worlds, burst into tears, upon reflecting that he had not yet so much as conquered one of them.

It appears, that Aristotle also held this opinion, as did likewise Alcinous, the Platonist. It is also ascribed to Plotinus; who held besides, that the earth, compared to the rest of the universe, was one of the meanest globes in it.

SATELLITES. VORTICES.

In consequence of the ancient doctrine of the plurality of worlds, Phavorinus remarkably conjectured the possibility of the existence of other planets, besides those known to us. "He was astonished how it came to be admitted as certain, that there were no other wandering stars, or planets, but those observed by the Chaldeans. As for his part, he thought that their number was more considerable than was vulgarly given out, though they had hitherto escaped our notice." Here he probably alludes to the satellites, which have since been manifested by means of the telescope; but it required singular penetration to be capable of forming the supposition, and of having, as it were, predicted this discovery. Seneca mentions a similar notion of Democritus; who supposed, that there were many more of them, than had yet come within our

view.

However unfounded may be the system of vortices promulgated by Descartes, yet, as there is much of genius and fancy in it, the notion obtained great applause, and ranks among those theories which do honour to the moderns, or rather to the ancients, from whom it seems to have been drawn, notwithstanding its apparent novelty. In fact, Leucippus taught, and after him Democritus, that "the celestial bodies derived their formation and motion from an infinite number of atoms, of every sort of figure; which encountering one another, and clinging together, threw them selves into vortices; which being thoroughly agitated and circumvolved on all sides, the most subtile of those particles that went to the composition of the whole mass, made towards the utmost skirts of the circumferences of those vortices; whilst the less subtile, or those of a coarser element, subsided towards the centre, forming themselves into those spherical concretions, which compose the planets, the earth, and the sun." They said, that "those vortices were actuated by the rapidity of a fluid

matter, having the earth at the centre of it; and that the planets were moved, each of them, with more or less violence, in proportion to their respective distance from that centre." They affirmed also, that the celerity with which those vortices moved, was occasionally the cause of their carrying off one another; the most powerful and rapid attracting, and drawing into itself, whatever was less so, whether planet or whatever else.

Leucippus seems also to have known that grand principle of Descartes, that" all revolving bodies endeavour to withdraw from their centre, and fly off in a tangent."

RELIQUIE THOMSONIANA.

To the Editor.

Sir, The article relating to Thomson, in a recent number of the Table Book, cannot fail to have deeply interested many of your readers, and in the hope that further similar communications may be elicited, I beg to offer the little I can contribute.

The biographical memoranda, the subject of the conversation in the article referred to, are said to have been transmitted to the earl of Buchan by Mr. Park. It is not singular that no part of it appears in his lordship's " Essays on the Lives and Writings of Fletcher of Saltoun, and the Poet Thomson, 1792." 8vo. Mr. Park's communication was clearly too late for the noble author's purpose. The conversation professes to have been in October, 1791; to my own knowledge the volume was finished and ready for publication late in the preceding September, although the date 1792 is affixed to the title.

Thomson, it is believed, first tuned his Doric reed in the porter's lodge at Dryburgh, more recently the residence of David Stuart Erskine, earl of Buchan; hence the partiality which his lordship evinced for the memory of the poet. At p. 194 of the Essays are verses to Dr. De (la) Cour, in Ireland, on his Prospect of Poetry, which are there ascribed to Thomson, and admitted as such by Dr. Thomson, who directed the volume through the press; although it is certain that Thomson in his lifetime disavowed them. The verses to Dr. De la Cour appeared in the Daily Journal for November 1734; and Cave, the proprietor and editor of the Gentleman's Magazine, at the end of the poetical department in that miscellany for August, 1736, states himself "assured, from Mr.

Thomson, that, though the verses to Dr. De la Cour have some lines from his Seasons, he knew nothing of the piece till he saw it in the Daily Journal."

The appellation of the "oily man of God," in the Essays, p. 258, was intended by the earl of Buchan for Dr. Murdoch, who was subsequently a biographer of Thomson. Such designations would puzzle a conjuror to elucidate, did not contemporary persons exist to afford a clue to them.

The recent number of the Table Book is not at hand, but from some MS. papers now before me,-James Robertson, surgeon to the household at Kew, who married the sister of Amanda, was the bosom friend of Thomson for more than twenty years. His conversation is said to have been facetious and intelligent, and his character exemplarily respectable. He died at his residence on Richmond Green after four days' illness, 28th October, 1791, in his eighty-fourth year.

The original MS. of the verses to Miss Young, the poet's Amanda, on presenting her with his "Seasons," printed in the Essays, p. 280, were communicated by a Mr. Ramsay, of Ocherlyne, to his lordship. Some other presentation lines, with the Seasons, to the poet Lyttleton, were transcribed from a blank leaf of the book at Hagley, by Johnstone, bishop of Worcester, and transmitted by his son to the earl of Buchan in 1793 or 1794, consequently too late for publication. They follow here :

Go, little book, and find our friend,
Who Nature and the Muses loves;
Whose cares the public virtues blend,
With all the softness of the groves.

A fitter time thou can'st not choose His fostering friendship to repay :Go then, and try, my rural muse,

To steal his widowed hours away.

Among the autograph papers which I possess of Ogle, who published certain versifications of Chaucer, as also a work on the Gems of the Ancients, are some verses by Thomson, never yet printed; and their transcripts, Mr. Editor, make their obeisance before you :

Come, gentle god of soft desire !

Come and possess my happy breast;
Not fury like, in flames and fire,

In rapture, rage, and nonsense drest.

These are the vain disguise of love,
And, or bespeak dissembled pains,
Or else a fleeting fever prove,
The frantic passion of the veins.

But come in Friendship's angel-guise,
Yet dearer thou than friendship art,
More tender spirit at thine eyes,

More sweet emotions at thy heart.

Oh come! with goodness in thy train;
With peace and transport, void of storm.
And would'st thou me for ever gain?

Put on Amanda's waning form.

The following, also original, were writt by Thomson in commendation of his muc loved Amanda :

Sweet tyrant Love, but hear me now!

And cure while young this pleasing smart, Or rather aid my trembling vow,

And teach me to reveal my heart.

Tell her, whose goodness is my bane,
Whose looks have smil'd my peace away,
Oh! whisper how she gives me pain,
Whilst undesigning, frank, and gay.]

'Tis not for common charms I sigh,
For what the vulgar, beauty call;
'Tis not a cheek, a lip, an eye,

But 'tis the soul that lights them all.

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THE BERKSHIRE MISER.

The economy and parsimony of the Rev. Morgan Jones, late curate of Blewbury, & parish about six miles from Wallingford, were almost beyond credibility; he having outdone, in many instances, the celebrated Elwes, of Marcham.

For many of the last years of Mr. Jones's ministerial labours, he had no servant to attend any of his domestic concerns; and he never had even the assistance of a fe male within his doors for the last twelve years. The offices of housemaid, chamber maid, cook, and scullion, and even most part of his washing and mending, were performed by himself; he was frequently known to beg needles and thread at some of the farm-houses, to tack together his tattered garments, at which, from practice,

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