The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 19, No. 542, April 14, 1832. Various

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СКАЧАТЬ Castle peers its majestic towers above the mist; while elsewhere the utmost verge of the horizon is bounded by the bold range of the Surrey and Hampshire hills. Turning to the left you enjoy a view of Addiscombe Place, the seminary for cadets of the East India Company; of Shirley, the sporting seat of John Maberly, Esq. M.P.; of the Addington hills clothed with heaths; and of the park, the seat of his Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury; when the prospect, deepening in extent, stretches as far as Knockholt Beeches, near Seven Oaks, and, winding round, comprehends the tall spire of Beckenham Church, piercing through the dense woods which surround it; Shooter's Hill, Blackheath, and the villages that intervene.

      Immediately beneath you are the grounds of the Spa, every portion of which can be distinctly traced from this spot: the lodge, lawn, refreshment-room, spring, and orchestra, as we have described them, and the paths winding among the woods till they disappear as it were in trackless solitude.

      Dr. Weatherhead's pamphlet treats copiously, but in a popular style, of the medicinal properties of the Spa. The terms for drinking the waters are furnished at the lodge, where the visiter may smile at the remedy being set to music, in the melodies of the Beulah Spring Quadrilles. It may prevent some disappointment by stating that the Grounds are not opened to the public on Sundays.

      RETROSPECTIVE GLEANINGS

      ANCIENT LAWS

      The following quaint observations possess peculiar interest at the present moment:

      "Among the ancient Druids," says Mr. Owen Feltham, "it was absolutely forbidden to register their laws in writing. And Caesar, in his Gallique Wars, gives us two reasons for it. One, that their mysteries might not come to be profaned and encommoned by the vulgar: another, that not being written, they might be more careful ever to carry them in their thoughts and memory. Though doubtless it was as well to preserve their own authority, to keep the people to a recourse to them, and to a reverence and esteem of their judgments. Besides, it oft falls out that what is written, though it were a good law when made, yet by the emergency of affairs, and the condition of men and times, it happens to be bad and alterable. And we find it to be evidently true, that, as where there are many physicians, there are many diseases; so where there are many laws, there are likewise many enormities. That nation that swarms with law and lawyers, certainly abounds with vice and corruption. Where you find much fowl resort, you may be sure there is no want of either water, mud, or weeds.

      "In the beginning of thriving states, when they are more industrious and innocent, they have then the fewest laws. Rome itself had at first but twelve tables. But after, how infinitely did their number of laws increase! Old states, like old bodies will be sure to contract diseases. And where the law-makers are many, the laws will never be few. That nation is in best estate that hath the fewest laws, and those good. Variety does but multiply snares. If every bush be limed, there is no bird can escape with all his feathers free. And many times when the law did not intend it, men are made guilty by the pleader's oratory; either to express his eloquence, to advance his practice, or out of mastery to carry his cause: like a garment pounced with dust, the business is so smeared and tangled that without a Galilaeus his glass, you can never come to discern the spots of this changeable moon. Sometimes to gratify a powerful party, justice is made blind through corruption, as well as out of impartiality. That indeed, by reason of the non-integrity of men. To go to law, is, for two to contrive the kindling of a fire at their own cost, to warm others, and singe themselves to cinders. Because they cannot agree to what is truth and equity, they will both agree to plume themselves, that others may be stuck with their feathers."

      W.G.C.

      OLD WEATHER RHYMES

      Rhymes which refer to the weather were probably written by the monks.

      If St. Paul be fine and clear,

      We shall have a happy year.

      If St. Paul be thick with rain,

      Then dear will be the price of grain.

      After St. Bartholomew

      Come long evenings and cold dew.

      February fill dyke,

      Be it black or be it white,

      But if it is white,

      It is better to like.

      March winds and April showers,

      Bring forth May flowers.

      He who views his wheat on a weeping May,

      Will himself so weeping away;

      But he who views it on a weeping June,

      Will go away in another tune.

      When the sand doth feed the clay,

      England woe and well-a-day:

      But when the clay doth feed the sand,

      Then it is well with Angle Land.

      A swarm of bees in May

      Is worth a load of hay,

      A swarm of bees in June

      Is worth a silver spoon.

      A swarm of bees in July

      Is not worth a fly.

      Under a broomstalk silver and gold,

      Under a gorsestalk hunger and cold.

      When hempe's spun,

      England's done.

      The latter referred to the reigns of Henry VIII., Edward IV., Mary and Philip, and Queen Elizabeth, but proved false prophecy.

      W.

      CROWLAND ABBEY

      In the days of Monks and Friars, the following lines in bad Latin, were composed on Crowland, Lincolnshire, or the adjoining Abbey:

      In Hollandia stat Crowland;

      Ibi vinium talequale,

      Ibi foenum gladiale

      Ibi lecti lapidale,

      Ibi viri boreali,

      Ibi vale sine vale.

      They are thus translated in the Beauties of England and Wales (1767):—

      "In Holland stands Crowland

      Built on dirty low land.

      Where you'll find, if you go,

      The wine's but so so;

      The blades of the hay

      Are like swords one may say,

      The beds are like stones,

      And break a man's bones;

      The men rough and sturdy,

      Compliments will afford me

      But bid you good b'w'y,

      When both hungry and dry."

      W.H.

      THE HOBBY HORSE

      Bromley Pagets was remarkable for a very singular sport on New Year's Day and Twelfth Day, called the Hobby Horse Dance: a person rode upon the image of a horse, with a bow and arrow in his hands, with which he made a snapping noise, keeping time with the music, whilst six others danced the hay and other country dances, with as many rein-deer's heads on their shoulders. To this hobby-horse belonged a pot, which the Reeves of the town kept and filled with cakes and ale, towards which the spectators contributed a penny, and with the remainder maintained their poor and repaired the church.—W.H.

      HOLY LAND

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