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been the residence of the gallant sir I was pleased with its air of antiquity, Walter Raleigh, who threw down his and with its having been the residence court mantle for queen Elizabeth to walk of poor Goldy. "Goldsmith was a pretty on, that she might not damp her feet; he, poet,' said I to myself, a very pretty whose achievements in Virginia secured poet, though rather of the old school. immense revenue to his country; whose He did not think and feel so strongly as individual enterprise in South America is the fashion now-a-days; but had he lived carried terror to the recreant heart of in these times of hot hearts and hot heads, Spain; who lost years of his life within he would no doubt have written quite the walls of the Tower, where he wrote differently.' In a few days I was quietly the “History of the orld,” and better established in my new quarters; my books than all, its inimitable preface; and who all arranged; my writing-desk placed by finally lost his life on a scaffold for his a window looking out into the fields, and courage and services. By a door in the I felt as snug as Robinson Crusoe when rear we got into “the best parlour;" this he had finished his bower. For several was on the ground-floor; it had been days I enjoyed all the novelty of change Raleigh's dining-room. Here the arms and the charms which grace new lodgings of sir John Miller are painted on glass before one has found out their defects. I in the end window; and we found Mr. rambled about the fields where I fancied John Cleghorn sketching them. This Goldsmith had rambled.

I explored gentleman, who lives in the neighbour- merry Islington; ate my solitary dinner hood, and whose talents as a draftsman at the Black Bull, which, according to and engraver

well known, was tradition, was a country seat of sir Walter obligingly communicative; and we con- Raleigh, and would sit and sip my wine, doled on the decaying memorials of past and muse on old times, in a quaint old greatness. On the ceiling of this room room where many a council had been are stuccoed the five senses; Feeling in held. All this did very well for a few an oval centre, and the other four in the days; I was stimulated by novelty ; inscroll-work around. The chimney-piece spired by the associations awakened in of carved oak, painted white, represents my mind by these curious haunts; and Charity, supported by Faith on her right, began to think I felt the spirit of compoand Hope on her left. Taking leave of sition stirring with me. But Sunday Mr. Cleghorn, we hastily passed through came, and with it the whole city world, the other apartments, and gave a last swarming about Canonbury Castle. Í farewell look at sir Walter's house; yet could not open my window but I was we bade not adieu to it till my accom- stunned with shouts and noises from the panying friend expressed a wish, that as cricket ground; the late quiet road besir Walter, according to tradition, had neath my window was alive with the there smoked the first pipe of tobacco tread of feet and clack of tongues; and, drawn in Islington, so he might have to complete my misery, I found that my been able to smoke the last whiff within quiet retreat was absolutely a show the walls that would in a few weeks be house,' the tower and its contents being levelled to the ground.

shown to strangers at sixpence a head. We got to Canonbury. Geoffrey There was a perpetual tramping up stairs Crayon's “ Poor Devil Author " so- of citizens and their families to look about journed here :

the country from the top of the tower, “Chance threw me,” he says, 'in the way and to take a peep at the city through of Canonbury Castle. It is an ancient the telescope, to try if they could discern brick tower, hard by 'merry Islington ;' their own chimneys. And then, in the the remains of a hunting-seat of queen midst of a vein of thought, or a moment Elizabeth, where she took the pleasure of of inspiration, I was interrupted, and all the country when the neighbourhood was my ideas put to flight, by my intolerable all woodland. What gave it particular landlady's tapping at the door, and asking interest in my eyes was the circumstance me if I would just please to let a lady that it had been the residence of a poet. and gentleman come in, to take a look at It was here Goldsmith resided when he Mr. Goldsmith's room.' If you know wrote his ' Deserted Village.' I was shown any thing what an author's study is, and the very apartment. It was a relic of what an author is himself, you must know the original style of the castle, with that there was no standing this. I put a pannelled wainscots and Gothic windows. positive interdict on my room's being


exhibited; but then it was shown when “Thatched house” to “Canonbury tavern." I was absent, and my papers put in con- A year or so ago, the short walk from the fusion; and on returning home one-day lower Islington-road to this bridge was I absolutely found a cursed tradesman and the prettiest “ bit” on the river nearest to his daughters gaping over my manuscripts, London. Here the curve of the stream and my landlady in a panic at my appear- formed the “horse-shoe.” In by-gone days ance. I tried to make out a little longer, only three or four hundred, from the back by taking the key in my pocket; but it of Church-street southerly, and from the would not do. I overheard mine hostess back of the upper street westerly, to one day telling some of her customers on Canonbury, were open green pastures the stairs that the room was occupied by with uninterrupted views easterly, bounded an author, who was always in a tantrum only by the horizon. Then the gardens if interrupted ; and I immediately per- to the houses in Canonbury-place, terceived, by a slight noise at the door, that minated by the edge of the river, were they were peeping at me through the key- covetable retirements; and ladies, lovely hole. By the head of Apollo, but this was as the marble bust of Mrs. Thomas Gent, quite too much! With all my eagerness by Behnes, in the Royal Academy Exhifor fame, and my ambition of the stare of bition, walked in these gardens, not the million, I had no idea of being ex- unseen,” yet not obtruded on. Now, how hibited by retail, at sixpence a head, and changed ! that through a key-hole. So I bade adieu My ringing at the tower-gate was to Canonbury Castle, merry Islington, and answered by Mr. Symes, who for thirtythe haunts of poor Goldsmith, without nine years past has been resident in the having advanced a single line in my mansion, and is bailiff of the manor of labours."

Islington, under lord Northampton. Once Now for this and some other descrip: more, to “ many a time and oft" aforetime, tions, I have a quarrel with the aforesaid I ranged the old rooms, and took perhaps Geoffrey Crayon, gent. What right has a last look from its roof. The eye shrunk a transatlantic settler to feelings in Eng- from the wide havoc below. Where new land ? He located in America, but it buildings had not covered the sward, it seems he did not locate his feelings there; was embowelling for bricks, and kilns if not, why not? What right has he of emitted flickering fire and sulphurous New York to sit “ solitary" in Raleigh's stench. Surely the dominion of the brickhouse at Islington, and muse" on our and-mortar king will have no end; and "old times;" himself clearly a pied animal, cages for commercial spirits will be inmistaking the pied bull for a black” stead of every green herb. In this high bull. There is “ black” blood between tower some of our literary men frequently us. By what authority has he a claim to shut themselves up, “ far from the busy a domicile at Canonbury ? Under what haunts of men.” Mr. Symes says that international law laid down by Vattel or his mother-in-law, Mrs. Evans, who had Martens, or other jurist, ancient or lived there three and thirty years, and was modern, can his pretension to feel and wife to the former bailiff, often told him muse at sir Walter's or queen Elizabeth's that her aunt, Mrs. Tapps, a seventy years' tower, be admitted ? He comes here and inhabitant of the tower, was accustomed describes as if he were a real Englishman; to talk much about Goldsmith and his and claims copyright in our courts for his apartment. It was the old oak room on feelings and descriptions, while he him- the first floor. Mrs. Tapps affirmed that self is a copyist ; a downwright copyist he there wrote his “Deserted Village," of my feelings, who am an Englishman, and slept in a large press bedstead, placed and a forestaller of my descriptions in the eastern corner. From this room two bating the “.black” bull. He has left me small ones for sleeping in have since been nothing to do.

separated, by the removal of the pannelled My friend, the artist, obligingly passed oak wainscotting from the north-east the door of Canonbury tower to take a wall, and the cutting of two doors through sketch of its north-east side; not that the it, with a partition between them; and tower has not been taken before, but it since Goldsmith was here, the window on has not been given exactly in that position. the south side has been broken through. We love every look of an old friend, and Hither have I come almost every year, this look we get after crossing the bridge and frequently in many years, and seeli of the New River, coming from the the changing occupancy of these apartments. Goldsmith's room I almost sus- of the open fields and verdant spots on pect to have been tenanted by Geoffrey his estates. Crayon; about seven years ago I saw As a custom it is noticeable, that many books on one of the tables, with writing metropolitans visit this antique edifice in materials, and denotements of more than summer, for the sake of the panoramic a“ Poor Devil Author." This apart- view from the roof. To those who inment, and other apartments in the tower, quire concerning the origin or peculiarities are often to be let comfortably furnished, of its erection or history, Mr. Symes obli“ with other conveniences.” 'It is worth gingly tenders the loan of “ Nelson's Hiswhile to take a room or two, were it only tory of Islington," wherein is ample into hear Mr. Symes's pleasant conversation formation on these points. In my visit, about residences and residentiaries, mano- yesterday, I gathered one or two particurial rights and boundaries, and “things as lars from this gentleman not befitting me they used to be” in his father's time, who to conceal, inasmuch as I hold and mainwas bailiff before him, and “ in Mrs. tain that the world would not be the Evans's time,” or “ Mrs. Tapps's time.” worse for being acquainted with what The grand tenantry of the tower has been every one knows; and that it is every in and through him and them during a one's duty to contribute as much as he hundred and forty-two years.

can to the amusement and instruction of Canonbury tower is sixty feet high, others. Be it known then, that Mr. Symes and seventy feet square. It is part of an says he possesses the ancient key of the old mansion which appears to have been gate belonging to the prior's park. “ It erected, or, if erected before, much altered formerly hung there,” said he, pointing about the reign of Elizabeth. The more with his finger as we stood in the kitchen, ancient edifice was erected by the priors" withinside that clock-case, but by some of the canons of St. Bartholomew, Smith- accident it has fallen to the bottom, and field, and hence was called Canonbury, I cannot get at it.” The clock-case is let to whom it appertained until it was sur- into the solid wall flush with the surface, rendered with the priory to Henry VIII.; and the door to the weights opening only and when the religious houses were dis- a small way down from the dial plate, solved, Henry gave the manor to Thomas they descend full two-thirds the length of lord Cromwell; it afterwards passed their lines within a “fixed abode.” Adown through other hands till it was possessed this space Mr. Symes has looked, and let by sir John Spencer, an alderman and down inches of candle without being able lord mayor of London, known by the to see, and raked with long sticks withname of “ rich Spencer.” While he out being able to feel, the key ; and yet resided at Canonbury, a Dunkirk pirate he thinks it there, in spite of the negative came over in a shallop to Barking creek, proof, and of a suggestion I uncharitably and hid himself with some armed men in urged, that some antiquary, with confused Islington fields, near to the path sir John notions as to the “ rights of things," might usually took from his house in Crosby- have removed the key from the nail in the place to this mansion, with the hope of twinkling of Mr. Symes's eye, and finally making him prisoner; but as he remained deposited it among his own collections." in town that night, they were glad to A very large old arm chair, with handmake off, for fear of detection, and re- some carved claws, and modern verdant turned to France disappointed of their baize on the seat and back, which also prey, and of the large ransom they calcu- stands in the kitchen, attracted my attenÎated on for the release of his person. tion. “It was here," said Mr. Symes, His sole daughter and heiress, Elizabeth, “before Mrs. Tapps's time; the old tawas carried off in a baker's basket from pestry bottom was quite worn out, and Canonbury-house by William, the second the tapestry back so ragged, that I cut lord Compton, lord president of Wales. them away, and had them replaced as you He inherited Canonbury, with the rest see; but I have kept the back, because it of sir John Spencer's wealth at his death, represents Queen Elizabeth hunting in the and was afterwards created earl of North- woods that were hereabout in her time ampton; in this family the manor still I'll fetch it.” On my hanging this tapes remains. The present earl's rent-roll will try against the clock-case, it was easy to be enormously increased, by the extinction make out a lady gallantly seated on horseof comfort to the inhabitants of Islington back, with a sort of turbaned headdress, and its vicinity, through the covering up and about to throw a spear from her right

hand; a huntsman on foot, with a pole in. be immediately introduced; at the conone hand, and leading a brace of dogs clusion of the visit the tender of sixpence with the other, runs at the side of the each, by way of “ quit-rent,” will be achorse's head; and another man on foot, cepted. Those who have been before and with a gun on bis shoulder, follows the not lately, will view“ improvement” rahorse; the costume, however, is not so pidly devastating the forms of nature early as the time of Elizabeth; certainly around this once delightful spot; others not before the reign of Charles I.

who have not visited it at all may be This edifice is well worth seeing, and amazed at the extensive prospects; and Mr. Symes's plain civility is good en- none who see the “goings on” and “ pontertainment. Readers have only to ring der well,” will be able to foretell whether at the bell above the brass plate with the Mr. Symes or the tower will enjoy benefit word “ Tower" on it, and ask, “ Is Mr. of survivorship. Tower at home ?" as I do, and they will

To Canonbury Tower.
As some old, stout, and lonely holyhock,
Within a desolate neglected garden,
Doth long survive beneath the gradual choke
Of weeds, that come and work the general spoil ;
So, Canonbury, thou dost stand awhile:
Yet fall at last thou must; for thy rich warden
Is fast“ improving;" all thy pleasant fields
Haye fled, and brick-kilns, bricks, and houses rise
At his command; the air no longer yields
A fragrancescarcely health; the very skies
Grow dim and townlike; a cold, creeping gloom
Steals into thee, and saddens every room :
And so realities come unto me,

Clouding the chambers of my mind, and making me like thee.
May 18, 1825.

Rogation Sunday. Vienna into France, and from France into

England.” This is the fifth sunday after Easter. Rogation-week is also called grass“ Rogation" is supplication, from the week, from the appetite being restricted Latin rogare, to beseech.

to salads and greens; cross-week, from Rogation Sunday obtained its name the cross being more than ordinarily used; from the succeeding Monday, Tuesday, procession-week, from the public procesand Wednesday, which are called Roga- sions during the period; and gang-week, tion-days, and were ordained by Mam- from the ganging, or going about in these mertus, archbishop of Vienne, in Dau- processions.* phiné; about the year 469 he caused the The rogations and processions, or singlitanies, or supplications, to be said upon ing of litanies along the streets during them, for deliverance from earthquakes, this week, were practised in England till fires, wild beasts, and other public calami- the Reformation. In 1554, the priests of ties, which are alleged to have happened queen Mary's chapel made public proin his city; hence the whole week is cessions. “ All the three days there went called Rogation-week, to denote the con- her chapel about the fields: the first day tinual praying."

to St. Giles's, and there sung mass : the Shepherd, in his “Elucidation of the next day, being Tuesday, to St. Martin's in Book of Common Prayer,” mistaking the Fields; and there a sermon was Vienne for Vienna the capital of Ger- preached, and mass sung; and the commany, says: “The example of Mammertus pany drank there: the third day to Westwas followed by many churches in the minster; where a sermon was made, and West, and the institution of the Rogation- then mass and good cheer made; and days, soon passed from the diocese of after, about the park, and so to St. James's

• Butler

* Brand.

court. The same Rogation-week went he is especially astonished at the enormous out of the Tower, on procession, priests unoccupied space in a cathedral, and and clerks, and the lieutenant with all asks, “what is it for ?"—the answer is, his waiters; and the axe of the Tower at this time, nothing. But if the Stuarts borne in procession : the waits attended. had succeeded in reestablishing the There joined in this procession the inha- catholic religion, then this large and now bitants of St. Katharine's, Radcliff

, Lime- wholly useless portion of the structure, house, Poplar, Stratford, Bow, Shore- would have been devoted to the old pracditch, and all those that belonged to the tices. In that event, we should have had Tower, with their halberts. They went cross-carrying, canopy-carrying, censing, about the fields of St. Katharine's, and the chanting, flower-strewing, and all the liberties."* On the following Thursday, other accessories and essentials of the

Being Holy Thursday, at the court of grand pageantry, which distinguishes St. James's, the queen went in procession catholic from protestant worship. The within St. James's, with heralds and ser- utmost stretch of episcopal ceremonial in jeants of arms, and four bishops mitred; England, can scarcely extend to the use and bishop Bonner, beside his mitre, wore of an eighth part of any of our old a pair of slippers of silver and gilt, and cathedrals, each of which, in every essential a pair of rich gloves with ouches of silver particular as a building, is papal. upon them, very rich.”+

The effect of processions in the churches, must have been very striking. A person sometimes inquires the use of St. Gregory Nazianzen, A. D. 389, or 391. a large portion of unappropriated room St. Hermas, 1st Cent. St. Nicholas, in some of our old ecclesiastical edifices; Bp. A. D. 1391.

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Map 9.

May Morning
The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May
Round old Ravenna's clear-shown towers and bay,
A inorn, the loveliest which the year has seen
Last of the spring, yet fresh with all its green;
For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night,
Have left a sparkling welcome for the light,
And there's a crystal clearness all about;
The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look out
A balmy briskness comes upon the breeze;
The smoke goes dancing from the cottage trees ;
And when you listen, you may hear a coil
Of bubbling springs about the grassy soil ;
And all the scene, in short-sky, earth, and sea
Breathes like a bright-eyed face, that laughs out openly.

Leigh Hunt. A benevolent lover of nature, i-and there are times in the middle of the day who that loves nature is not benevolent when few or none of these birds are seen. observes, in a notice of this day, that we have already observed," continues “ the Swift, which arrives in England Dr. Forster, “ that the scenery of a May about this time, in the morning and in morning is particularly beautiful; a sethe evening comes out in quest of food, rene sky, a refreshing fragrance arising and utters, while rapidly flying, its pecu- from the face of the earth, and the melody liar scream, whence it is called Squeaker. of the birds, all combine to render it inIn a warm summer morning these birds expressibly delightful, to exhilarate the may be seen flying round in small com- spirits, and call forth a song of grateful panies, and all squeaking together : in adoration. the evening they come forth again; but

How fresh the breeze that wafts the rich perfume,

And swells the melody of waking birds ! The hum of bees beneath the verdant grove,

And woodman's song, and low of distant herds !

. Strype.

# Ibid,

Dr. Forster,

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