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king's MSS. at the British Museum. was not sorry for, it easing me of someSome of these compositions are rondeaus thing more that I must have given' to in the English language, which the duke others. But here I do first observe the had sufficient leisure to acquaint himself fashion of drawing of mottos as well as with during his captivity. A translation names; so that Pierce, who drew my of one of his pieces, although not a wife, did draw also a motto, and this girl valentine, is introduced as suited to the drew another for me. What mine was I season.
forgot; but my wife's was Most courWell thou showest, gracious spring,
teous and most fair ;' which, as it may What fair works thy band can bring;
be used, or an anagram upon each name, Winter makes all spirits weary,
might be very pretty. One wonder I obThine it is to make them merry : served to-day, that there was no music in At thy coming, instant he
the morning to call up our new-married And his spiteful followers flee,
people; which is very mean methinks." Forced to quit their rude uncheering Mr. Pepys, in the same year, noticing At thy bright appearing.
Mrs. Stuart's jewels, says—« The duke of Fields and trees will aged grow,
York, being once her valentine, did give Winter-clad, with beards of snow, her a jewel of about £800; and
lord And so rough, so rainy he,
Mandeville, her valentine this year, a We must to the fireside flee ;
ring of about £300.” There, in dread of out-door weather, In the February of the following year, Sculk, like moulting birds, together :
Mr. Pepys notes down—"This evening But thou com'stmall nature cheering By thy bright appearing.
my wife did with great pleasure show me
her stock of jewels, increased by the ring Winter yon bright sun enshrouds
she hath made lately, as my valentine's With his mantle of dark clouds ;
gift this year, a Turkey-stone set with But, kind Heav'n be praised, once more Bursts forth thine enlightening power,
diamonds :-with this, and what she had,
she reckons that she hath above £150 Gladdening, brightening all the scene, Proving how vain his work hath been,
worth of jewels of one kind or other; and Flying at the influence cheering
I am glad of it, for it is fit the wretch Of thy bright appearing.
should have something to content herself with.” The word “wretch " is here used
as a term of familiar endearment towards Mr. Pepys enters in his Diary, that on
his wife, for whom he entertained the the 22nd of February, 1661, his wife went
kindest affection. to Sir W. Batten's, “and there sat a while," he having the day before sent to her "half-a-dozen pair of gloves, and a pair of silk stockings and garters, for her Some verses follow by the earl of valentines.”
Egremont, who was son of Sir William On Valentine's Day 1667, Mr. Pepys Wyndham, minister to queen Anne. says, “ This morning came up to my wife's bedside, I being up dressing my
The FAIR THIEF. self, little Will Mercer to her valentine, Before the urchin well could go, and brought her name written upon blue She stole the whiteness of the snow; paper in gold letters, done by himself, And, more that whiteness to adorn, very pretty; and we were both well She stole the blushes of the morn,pleased with it. But I am also this year
Stole all the sweets that ether sheds my wife's valentine, and it will cost me
On primrose buds or violet beds. £5; but that I must have laid out if we Still, to reveal her artful wiles, had not been valentines." It does not She stole the Graces' silken smiles ; appear, by the by, how Pepys became his She stole Aurora's balmy breath,
wife's valentine.” On the morning fol- And pilfer'd orient pearl for teeth : lowing he writes down “Pegg Penn is The cherry, dipt in morning dew, married this day privately," which is a
Gave moisture to her lips, and hue. circumstance alluded to the day afterwards These were her infant spoils,-a store _“I find that Mrs. Pierce's little girl is my
To which in time she added more. valentine, she having drawn me; which I At twelve, she stole from Cyprus' queen
Her air and love-commanding mien,
Stole Juno's dignity, and stole,
From Pallas, sense to charm the soul.
Apollo's wit was next her prey ;
to become familiar with our Her next, the beam that lights the day.
quaintances, and the pastimes were reShe sung ;--amazed, the Syrens heard,
newed. Our sudden appearance had And, to assert their voice, appeared. disturbed the progress of the village She play'd ;—the Muses from the hill schoolmaster, who had finished writing on Wonder'd who thus had stol'n their skill. small slips of paper the names of each of Great Jove approv'd her crimes and art,
the blooning lasses of the village.—Each And t'other day she stole my heart !
lad had dictated the name of her he loved. If lovers, Cupid, are thy care,
These precious slips of paper were now Exert thy vengeance on this fair,
put into a bag and well mixed together, To trial bring her stolen charms,
and each youth drew out a ticket, with And let her prison be my arms.
hope that it might, and fear lest it should not, be the name of his sweet-heart. This
was repeated three times; the third time ST. VALENTINE IN SCOTLAND.
was the conclusion of this part of the (For the Year Book.]
sport. Some drew beloved names the In a small village, in the south of Scot- drew names of certain respectable widows
third time with rapturous joy; others land, I was highly amused with the in
and old ladies of the village, introduced teresting manner in which the young folks by the art of the schoolmaster, and the celebrate St. Valentine's Day.
victims mourned their unpitied derided A few years ago, on the afternoon of
sufferings. this day, a slight fall of snow bleached
After the lasses, the names of the young the landscape with pure white, a severe
men were written and drawn by the girls frost set in, and the sun had dropped be
in the same manner, and a threefold sucnind the hills; the sky was cloudless and
cess was secretly hailed as a surelyship deliciously clear. I broke from a hos
of bearing the name of the fortunate pitable roof with a friend for a vigorous youth. The drawing of this lottery was walk
succeeded by the essence of amusement,
for the “valentines” were to be "relieved." Tae moon was bright, and the stars shed a light.
The “relieving of the valentine " was a
scene of high amusement. Each young We found ourselves in an unknown part: man had a right to kiss the girl whose -.from a ridge of hills we descended into name he drew, and at the same time deliver a wide valley, and an unexpected turn of to her the slip of paper. The mirth of the footpath brought us suddenly within this ceremony was excessive. Those who sight of a comfortable-looking lonely were drawn, and not present, were to cottage, with a very neat plot in front, be “relieved" with a gift of inconsiderabounding with kail and winter leeks for able value, as a token of regard. the barley broth. The roof of rushes, The evening passed in cheerful revelry coated with snow, vied with the well till a late hour. My friend and I had white-washed wall. From the lower been allowed and pressed to draw, and it window a cheerful gleam of bright candle- was my good fortune to draw three selight was now and then intercepted by veral times the name of one of the party stirring inmates. As we drew near, we who was “the pride of the village." Of heard loud peals of laughter, and were course it was my duty and prerogative to curious to know the cause, and anxious to see her home. She was a beautiful girl, partake of the merriment. We knocked, and I escorted her with as much gallantry and announced ourselves as lost strangers as I could assume. My attentions were and craved hospitality. The “good pleasing to her, but raised among asman” heard our story, welcomed us pirants to her favor a jealous dislike to to a seat beside a blazing fire of wood wards the unknown intruder. and turf, and appeared delighted with This custom in the Scottish villages of our coming We found ourselves in the drawing for valentines, so very similar to house of rendezvous for the lads and the drawing for Twelfth Day king and lasses of a neighbouring village to cele- queen, prevails among a kind and simplebiate St. Valentine's Eve.
hearted people. May the inhabitants of Our entrance had damped the plea- this village be as happy on St. Valentine's santry; and inquisitive eyes were di- Day a hundred years hence ! rected towards us. It was our busines;
with out-stretched hands, and faces on (Communicated by a Lady.]
which were depicted as much earnestness On the fourteenth of February it is which Sinbad tells of were before them;
as if the riches of the Valley of Diamonds customary, in many parts of Hertfordshire, while the biggest girls were running round for the poor and middling classes of and round, hallooing with all their might, children to assemble together in some
and in vain attempting to beat off the part of the town or village where they
boys, who were greedy graspers of the live, whence they proceed in a body money. They all returned with Alushed to the house of the chief personage of the faces towards the house, and repeated place, who throws them wreaths and true
their “to-morrow is come;'
" and, once lovers' knots from the window, with which
more, I was going to say the “golden" they entirely adorn themselves. Two or
drops saluted their delighted ears : again three of the girls then select one of the they scrambled, and again I threw, till youngest amongst them (generally a boy), my stock of half-pence being exhausted, whom they deck out more gaily than the and having nothing further to behold, I rest, and, placing him at their head, march closed the window, and attended the forward in the greatest state imaginable, welcome summons of my maid, who just at the same time playfully singing, then entered the room with the agreeable Good morrow to you, Valentine ;
news the breakfast is ready, miss, and Curl your locks as I do mine,
there is a nice fire in the parlour.” Two before and three behind,
“ Farewell then, pretty children," I cried, Good morrow to you, Valentine.
" and the next year, and the next, may This they repeat under the windows of all you still have the same smiling faces, and the houses they pass, and the inhabitant the same innocent gaiety of heart; and is seldom known to refuse a mite towards may I, on the morning of the next fourthe merry solicitings of these juvenile teenth of February, be half as pleasantly serenaders. I have experienced much employed as in listening to your cheerful pleasure from witnessing their mirth. "good-morrows.'”
M. A. They begin as early as six o'clock in the morning.
The Valentine Wreath. On a Valentine's day, being at Uswick, about six miles from Bishop's Stortford, Í
Rosy red the hills appear was awakened from sleep by the laughing
With the light of morning,
Beauteous clouds, in æther clear, voices of a troop of these children.
All the east adorning; hastily dressed myself, and threw open the
White through mist the meadows shine : window: it was rather sharp and frosty :
Wake, my love, my Valentine ! the yet sleepless trees were thickly covered
For thy locks of raven hue, with rime, beautifully sparkling in the Flowers of boar-frost pearly, faint sunbeams, which made their way Crocus-cups of gold and blue, through the thin vapours of the moist With Mezereon sprigs combine atmosphere. “ To-morrow is come,” · Rise, my love, my Valentine! lisped one of the little ones who stood O'er the margin of the flood, foremost in the throng ; “ to-morrow is Pluck the daisy peeping ; come," said he, as soon as I appeared ; Through the covert of the wood, and then, joyfully clapping his hands, all
Hunt the sorrel creeping ;
With the little celandine joined in the good morrow, which they continued to repeat till their attention
Crown my love, my Valentine. was called off by the welcome sound of Pansies, on their lowly stems
Scatter'd o'er the fallows ; the falling halfpence on the crisp frozen
Hazel-buds with crimson gems, grass-plot before the house. Away ran
Green and glossy sallows; some of them under the trees, some down
Tufted moss and ivy-twine, the walks, while others, who appeared to
Deck my love, my Valentine. be of a less lively temper, or, perhaps, less
Few and simple fow'rets these ; avariciously inclined, remained timidly
Yet, to me, less glorious smiling in their old station, and blushing
Garden-beds and orchard-trees ! when I urged them to follow the rest, Since this wreath victorious who were collecting the scattered dole
Binds you now for ever mine, under the old apple tree. Some were on O my Love, my Valentine. their knees, others absolutely lying down
A BUSINESS LEITER.
our holy Lord Jesus Christ. When I February 14. Day breaks . 5 10 was in the Isle of Mann, I paid threeSun rises
7 4 pence a-week for one of your papers ; sets
4 56 and I let Mrs. Kinleys have it, and, as Twilight ends. 6 50 she has several young sons, your, paper Noble liverwort Powers; there are would be a blessing to them. And I beg, three varieties; the blue, the purple, and on Saturday next, you will not fail to the white.
begin and send a newspaper every week, Common yellow crocuses flower abun- and dont miss in any one week, for I want
to have them filed, and to have a complete set of them, as I have a great number of
the Mirror papers, and I hope to be a February 15.
constant customer; as such, I beg you will, next Saturday, begin and send a
Mirror newspaper every week, and give a The following original epistle, which good direction on them, and set Mr. has not before appeared in any work, is Kinley's name quite plain upon the frank, communicated from a correspondent, who as they are bad, and very bad, readers of is curious in his researches and collections.
writing, at the house where the letters and [Address on the back.)
papers are left at Ballasalla.
* And, when I get back to the Island, I
will take one of your papers for myself, Mr. John Stokes. No. 5 in
and will send you more cash in due time. Hind's Court Fleet Street But, at present time, begin on next SaturSingle
day, and don't fail, and direct quite plain,
in good writing, for Mr. Kinley, of 'CrosAnd Post Paid. 15. Feb. 1809.
sack, Ballasalla, Isle of Mann. (Contents.]
N. B. Set two nn's in the word Mann,
else they send it to the Isle of Mar, in a St. Asaph in Wales, Feb. 15. 1809.
mistake. “ Mr. STOKES, Sir,
“ Observe well, you must begin this week, “On the receipt of this, please to call and and never miss at all, to send a Mirror get nine shillings, a balance due to me
paper every week, to the Isle of Mann. from Mr. Warner, at 16. Cornhill Lottery Don't miss in any week at all. I have office, which he will give you, and for particularly entreat you to get the nine
the postage of this single letter, and which send constantly, every week, 18 of the Mirror Newspapers, directed fair shillings from Mr. Warner, for which and well, in good writing, to Mr. Kinley, please to begin on next Saturday, and of Crossack, Ballasalla, Isle of Mann. don't neglect to send eighteen successive
“Mrs. Kinley likes your newspaper the Mirror newspapers, with a very good dibest of any, because you often insert rection to Mr. Kinley, of Crossack, Balaccounts of shocking accidents, murders, lasalla, Isle of Mann, and I will send and other terrible destructions, which so cash to you, from the Isle, in due time, lamentably happen to mankind. As such, for myself for more papers, at the end of Your newspaper is a warning voice, and the time. an admonition for people to watch for
Yours, their own welfare, and to be aware. All
“ E. T. Hadwen, Engineer, &c." newspapers who are filled with dirty, foolish, sinfull accounts of mean, ill, un
[Annexed.] profitable things, which stuff the minds of
St. Asaph in Wales, Feb. 15, 1809. readers with devilish wickedness, ought to be avoided as devilish, and as soul-de- “Mr. Warner, of 16 Cornhill. stroying doctrine. But a newspaper ought “ Esteemed and dear friend. Your's of to be next unto the blessed godly gospel 1st inst. I got when I came here, with a of our holy Lord and master, Jesus Christ share in it. I find you to be very honest, himself, who continually taught and esta- honourable, upright, and just, and you blished the word and works of grace and have used me better than any other lottery eternal life, through the holy sanctification office ever yet did before. Please to give of the Holy Ghost, the most holy, blessed, the sum of nine shillings, the balance due gift of God, the Almighty Abba Father of to me, unto Mr. John Stokes, the publisher of the Mirror newspaper, as I want degree softened the regret I felt at the him to send eighteen newspapers to the loss of him who penned it) I dare scarcely Isle of Mann for it; and so I beg you look upon. It calls back too forcibly to will let Mr. Stokes have that balance when my remembrance its noble-minded auhe calls or sends; and so, wishing you thor-the treasured friend of my earliest every blessing for ever and ever, for our and happiest days—the sharer of my puLord Jesus Christ, his blessed, his holy erile but innocent joys. I think of him blessed sake, I am, dear Mr. Warner, your as he then was, the free—the spiritedentire, and eternal true honest friend, the gay-the welcome guest in every “ E. T. HADWEN, Engineer.
circle where kind feeling had its weight, "I could like to have a share of No. 103, and in an instant comes the thought of
or frankness and honesty had influence; one-sixteenth of it. If you have it, I beg what he now is, and pale and ghastly you will save one-sixteenth of it for me, images of death are hovering round me. as I expect to be in London before the drawing is over, and I will take it when I I see him whom I loved, and prized, and come. You need not write to me about
honored, shrunk into poor and wasting
ashes. I mark a stranger closing his lids it, as I actually mean to call when I come, &c. And so I wish you a good farewell
-a stranger following him to the grave
and I cannot trust myself again to open at the present time.”
his last letter. It was written but a short
time before he fell a victim to the yellow OLD LETTERS.
fever, in the West Indies, and told me, in I know of nothing more calculated to the feeling language of Moore, that bring back the nearly-faded dreams of
Far beyond the western sea our youth, the almost-obliterated scenes Was one whose heart remember'd me. and passions of our boyhood, and to recal the brightest and best associations
On hearing of his death I wrote some of those days
stanzas which I have preserved --not out
of any pride in the verses themselves, but When the young blood ran riot in the veins,
as a token of esteem for him to whom and Boyhood made us sanguine
they were addressed, and as a true tran
script of my feelings at the time they were nothing more readily conjures up the al
composed. To those who have never ternate joys and sorrows of maturer years, loved nor lost a friend, they will appear the fluctuating visions that have floated trivial and of little worth ; but those who before the restless imagination in times have cherished and been bereft of some gone by, and the breathing forms and in
object of tenderness will recur to their own animate objects that wound themselves feelings; and, although they may not be around our hearts and became almost
able to praise the poetry, will sympathise necessary to our existence, than the perusal with and do justice to the sincerity of my of old letters. They are the memorials attachment and affiiction. of attachment, the records of affection,
Stanzas. the speaking-trumpets through which those whom we esteem hail us from afar;
Farewell! farewell! for thee arise they seem hallowed by the brother's grasp,
The bitter thoughts that pass not o'er ; the sister's kiss, the father's blessing, and
And friendship's tears, and friendship's sighs,
Can never reach thee more ; the mother's love. When we look on
For thou art dead, and all are vain them, the friends, whom dreary seas and
To call thee back to earth again ; distant leagues divide from us, are again And thou hast died where stranger's feet in our presence; we see their cordial
Alone towards thy grave could bend; looks, and hear their gladdening voices
And that last duty, sad, but sweet, once more. The paper has a tongue in
Has not been destined for thy friend : every character, it contains a language in
He was not near to calm thy smart, its very silentness. They speak to the
And press thee to his bleeding heart. souls of men like a voice from the grave,
He was not near, in that dark hour and are the links of that chain which con
When Reason fled her ruined shrine, nects with the hearts and sympathies of To soothe with Pity's gentle power, the living an evergreen remembrance of
And mingle his faint sighs with thine ; the dead. I have one at this moment And pour the parting tear to thee, before me, which (although time has in a As pledge of his fidelity.