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thod, the obligations are equal, and there upon a young man which she calls hers. fore it was formerly the custom mutually By this means each has two valentines : to present, but now it is customary only but the man sticks faster to the valentine for the gentlemen."
that is fallen to him, than to the valenThis drawing of valentines is remark- tine to whom he is fallen. Fortune haved in Poor Robin's Almanac for 1676, ing thus divided the company into so under St. Valentine's day :
many couples, the valentines give balls “ Now Andrew, Antho
and treats to their mistresses, wear their ny, and William,
billets several days upon their bosoms or For Valentines draw
sleeves, and this little sport often ends in Prue, Kate, Jilian."
love. This ceremony is practised differMisson, a learned traveller, who died ently in different counties, and accordin England about 1721, describes the ing to the freedom or severity of madam amusing practices of his lime:-“ On Valentine. There is another kind of the eve of the 14th of February, St. Valentine, which is the first young man Valentine's day, the young folks in Eng- or woman that chance throws in your .and and Scotland, by a very ancient way in the street, or elsewhere, on that custom, celebrate a little festival. An day.” equal number of maids and bachelors In some places, at this time, and more get together, each writes their true or particularly in London, the lad's valensome feigned name upon separate billets, tine is the first lass he sees in the mornwhich they roll up, and draw by way of ing, who is not an inmate of the house; lots, the maids taking the men's billets, the lass's valentine is the first youth she and the men the maids'; so that each of sees. Gay mentions this usage on St. the young men lights upon a girl that he Valentine's day: he makes a rustic calls his valentine, and each of the girls housewife remind her good man,
I early rose just at the break of day,
In spite of Fortune shall our true-love be. So also in the “ Connoisseur" there is Shakspeare bears witness to the cusmention of the same usage preceded by tom of looking for your valentine, or decertain mysterious ceremonies the night siring to be one, through poor Ophelia's before; one of these being almost certain singing to ensure an indigestion is therefore likely Good morrow! 'tis St. Valentine's day to occasion a dream favourable to the All in the morning betime, dreamer's waking wishes.-“ Last Friday
And I a maid at your window, was Valentine's day, and, the night before, I
To be your valentine ! got five bay-leaves,and pinned four of them Sylvanus Urban, in 1779, was informed to the four corners of my pillow, and the by Kitty Curious, that on St. Valentine's fifth to the middle; and then, if I dreamt day in that year, at a little obscure vilof my sweetheart, Betty said we should lage in Kent, she found an old kind of be married before the year was out. But sport. The girls from five or six to to make it more sure, I boiled an egg eighteen years old were assembled in a hard, and took out the yolk, and filled it crowd, burning an uncouth ffigy which with salt; and when I went to bed, ate they called a “holly boy, and which il shell and all, without speaking or they had stolen from the boys; while in drinking after it. We also wrote our another part of the village the boys lovers' names upon bits of paper, and were burning what they called an ivy rolled them up in clay, and put them girl," which they had stolen from the into water: and the first that rose up was girls. The ceremony of each burning to be our valentine. Would you think was accompanied by acclamations, huzit, Mr. Blossom was my man. I lay zas, and other noise. Kitty inquired the a-bed and shut my eyes all the morning, meaning of this from the oldest people till he came to our house; for I would in the place, but she could learn no more Dot have seen another man before him than that it had always been a sport 3! for all the world."
A correspondent communicates to the bourhood a similar boon. This was done, Every-Day Book a singular custom, which says our correspondent, as an emblem, prevailed many years since in the west of that the owl being the bird of wisdom, England. Three single young men went could influence the feathered race to enter out together before daylight on St. Valen- the net of love as mates on that day, tine's day, with a clapnet to catch an old whereon both single lads and maidens owl and two sparrows in a neighbouring should be reminded that happiness could barn. If they were successful, and could alone be secured by an early anion. bring the birds to the inn without injury
On this ancient festival, it was formerly before the females of the house had risen, the custom for men to make presents to they were rewarded by the hostess with the women. In Scotland these valentine three pots of purl in honour of St. Valen- gifts were reciprocal, as indeed they are tine, and enjoyed the privilege of de- still in some parts. manding at any other house in the neigh Hurdis calls this
The day Saint Valentine,
St. Valentine is the lover's saint. Not on the “ two hearts made one," as a most that lovers have more superstition than singular device, and with admired devoother people, but their imaginings are tion. He then puts it in the trusty pocket
As it is fabled that Orpheus under his frock, which holds the waggon played so well, he moved old Nick;" so bill, and flogs his horses to quicken their it is true that Love, “ cruel tyrant," moves pace towards the inn, where “she," who is the veriest brute. Its influence renders « his heart's delight,” has been lately prothe coarsest nature somewhat interesting. moted to the rank of under kitchen-maid, A being of this kind, so possessed, is al- vice her who resigned, on being called most as agreeable as a parish cage with “ to the happy estate of matrimony” by an owl inside ; you hear its melancholy a neighbouring carter. He gives her the tee-whit tee-who, and wonder how it mysterious paper in the yard, she receives got there. Its place of settlement be- it with a " what be this ?” and with a comes a place of sentiment; nobody can smack on the lips, and a smack from the liberate the starveling, and it will stay whip on the gown. The gods have made there. Its mural notes seem so many him poetical, and, from his recollection of calls for pity, which are much abated on the a play he saw at the statute-fair, he tells recollection,that there are openings enough her that "love, like a worm in the mud, for its escape. The “ tender passion” in has played upon his Lammas cheek" ever the two mile an liour Jehu of an eight- since last Lammas-tide, and she knows horse waggon, puzzles him mightily. He it has, and that she's his valentine. With “sighs and drives, sighs and drives, and such persons and with nature, this is the drives and sighs again,” till the approach season of breaking the ice. of this festival enables him to buy
St. Valentine, be it repeated, is the lentine,” with a halter" and a couple saint of all true lovers of every degree, o'hearts" transfixed by an arrow in the and hence the letters missive to the fair, form of a weathercock, inscribed
from wooers on his festival,bear his name.
Brand thinks “one of the most elegant " I'll be yours, if you'll be mine,
jeu-d'esprits on this occasion," is one I am your pleasing Valentine."
wherein an admirer reminds his mistress This he gets his name written under by of the choice attributed by the legend the shopkeeper, and will be quite sure that to the choristers of the air on this da, it is his name, before he walks after his and inquires of herwaggon,which he has left to go on, because neither that nor his passion can brook
Shall only you and I forbear delay. After he is out of the town, he
To meet and make a happy pair ? looks behind him, lest any body should see,
Shall we alone delay to live?
This day an age of bliss may give. and for a mile or two on the road, ponders
but, ah! when I the proffer make, Mark'd you her face, and did not there,
Sense, softness, sweetness, all appear?
Mark'd you her form, and saw not you
A heart and mind as lovely too?
And felt you not, as 1 now feel,
Delight no tongue could e'er reveal ?
Mark'd you all this, and you have known
The treasured raptures that I own;
Mark'd all this, and you like me, A better might have been selected from
Have wandered oft her shade to see, the “ Magazine of Magazines," the
For you have felt, as I now feel, * Gentleman's,” wherein Mr. Urban has
Delight no tongue could e'er reveal ! sometimes introduced the admirers of la- High Wycombe. dies to the admirers of antiquities—under which class ladies never come. Thence, roll of valentine poesy is interminable ;
Every lady will bear witness that the ever and anon, as from some high barbi- and it being presumed that few would can or watchtower old,“ and maids forsaken," have aroused the object to a peep in the editor's budget, he contemplation from '“ facts, fancies, and offers a little piece, written, at the desire recollections" regarding other times, to
of a lady, under an engraving, which relovers " sighing like furnace" in our own. presented a girl fastening a letter to the Through Sylvanus, nearly a century ago,
neck of a pigeon : there was poured this
THE COURIER DOVE.
Va, porter cet écrit à l'objet de mon coeur ?"
Outstrip the winds my courier dove! My rifled breast I search'd with care,
On pinions fleet and free, And found Eliza lurking there.
And bear this letter to my love Away she started from my view,
Who's far away from me. Yet may be caught, if thou pursue ;
It bids him mark thy plume whereon Nor need I to describe her strive
The changing colours range; The fairest, dearest maid alive!
But warns him that my peace is gone
If he should also change.
It tells him thou return'st again
To her who sets thee free;
And O! it asks the truant, when So pleasant, so descriptive an illustra He'll thus resemble thee? tion of the present custom, requires a companion equally amiable:
Lastly, from “ Sixty-five Poems and
Sonnets," &c. recently published, he venMY VALENTINE.
tures to extract one not less deserving the Mark'd you her eye's resistless glance,
honour of perusal, than either that he has That does the enraptur'd soul entrance ? presented :Mark'd you that dark blue orb unfold
A VALENTINE. Volumes of bliss as yet untold ?
No tales of love to you I send, And felt you not, as I now feel,'
No hidden flame discover, Delight no tongue could e'er reveal ?
I glory in the name of friend, Mark'd you her cheek that blooms and Disclaiming that of lover. glows
And now, while each fond sighing youth A living emblem of the rose ?
Repeats his vows of love and truth,
With caution choose a VALENTINE.
Heed not the for, who loves bimself,
Nor let the rake your love obtain ; Mark'd you her artless smiles that speak Choose not the miser for his pelf, The language written on her cheek,
The drunkard heed with cold disdain; Where, bright as morn, and pure as dew, The profligate with caution shun, The bosom's thoughts arise to view ?
His race of ruin soon is run : And felt you not, as I now feel, a.
To none of these your heart incline, Delight no tongue could e'er reveal ?
Nor choose from them a Virralik
But should some generous youth appear, rant of the laws which regulate liberty
Whose honest mind is void of art, and property. The absence of all informWho shall bis Maker's laws revere, ation in some men when serving upon
And serve him with a willing heart; juries and coroners' inquests, or as conWho owns fair Virtue for his guide,
stables, and in parochial offices, is scanNor from her precepts turns aside;
dalous to themselves and injurious to To him at once your heart resign,
their fellow men. The“ Commentaries" of And bless your faithful VALENTINE.
Blackstone require only common capacity Though in this wilderness below
to understand. Wynne's “ Eunomus You still imperfect bliss shall find, is an excellent introduction to Blackstone, Yet such a friend will share each woe, if any be wanting. With these two
And bid you he to Heaven resign'd: works no man can be ignorant of his While Faith unfolds the radiant prize, rights or obligations; and, indeed, the And Hope still points beyond the skies,
" Commentaries” are so essential, that At life's dark storms you'll not repine, he who has not read them has no claim But bless the day of VALENTINE.
to be considered qualified for the exercise Wit at a pinch.
of his public duties as an Englishman.
He is at liberty, it is true, for the law A gentleman who left his snuffbox at leaves him at liberty, to assume the chaa friend's on St. Valentine's Eve, 1825,
racter he may be called on to bear in received it soon after his return home in
common with his fellow-citizens; but, an envelope, sealed, and superscribed
with this liberty, he is only more or less To JE, Esq.
than a savage, as he is more than a savage Dear Sir,
by his birth in a civilized country, and I've just found proof enough, less than a savage in the animal instinct, You are not worth a pinch of snuff;
which teaches that self-preservation is the Receive the proof, seal'd up with care,
first law of nature; and still further is he And extract from it, that you are. Valentine, 1825
less, because, beside the safety of others,
it may fall to him, in this state of ignoCHRONOLOGY.
rauce, to watch and ward the safety of the SJR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE died on the commonwealth itself. 14th of February, 1780. He was born at Blackstone, on making choice of his the house of his father, a silkman, in profession, wrote an elegant little poem, Cheapside, London, on the 10th of July, entitled “The Lawyer's Farewell to his 1723; sent to the Charter-house in 1730; Nurse.” It is not more to be admired entered Pembroke-college, Cambridge, for ease and grace, than for the strong in 1738; of the Middle Temple, 1741; feeling it evinces in relinquishing the called to the bar in 1746 ; elected re- pleasures of poesy and art, and parting ccrder of Wallingford in 1749; made for ever from scenes wherein he had hapdoctor of civil law in 1750; elected pily spent his youthful days. Its concluVinerian professor of common law in sion describes his anticipations1758; returned a representative to Par Lost to the field and torn from you liament in 1761; married in 1761; te Farewell! a long-a last adieu ! came a justice of the court of Common Me wrangling courts and stubborn law Pleas in 1770. In the course of his life To smoke and crowds, and cities draw he filled other offices. He was just and There selfish faction rules the day, benevolent in all his relations, and, on
And pride and av'rice throng the way; the judicial seat, able and impartial. In
Diseases taint the murky air, English literature and jurisprudence he
And midnight conflagrations glare : holds a distinguished rank for his “Com.
Loose revelry and riot bold mentaries on the Laws of England.”
In frighted streets their orgies hold;
Or when in silence all is drowned, This work originated in the legal lectures
Fell murder walks her lonely round. he commenced in 1753 : the first volume
No room for peace—no room for you was published in 1759, and the remain
Adieu, celestial nymph, adieu! ing three in the four succeeding years. Through these his name is popular, and so will remain while law exists. The Its origin and progress may be traced work is not for the lawyer alone, it is for in the Tree engraved on the opposite every body. It is not so praiseworthy to page. be learned, as it is disgraceful to be igno
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