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French king sending over his falconer to show that sport, his master falconer lay long here, but could not kill one kite, ours being more magnanimous than the French kite. Sir Thomas Monson desired to have that flight in all exquisiteness, and to that end was at £100 charge in gosfalcons for that flight; in all that charge he never had but one cast would perform it, and those, that had killed nine kites, never missed one. The earl of Pembroke, with all the lords, desired the king but to walk out of Royston town's end, to see that flight, which was one of the most stateliest flights of the world, for the high mountee; the king went unwillingly forth, the flight was showed, but the kite went to such a mountee, as all
the field lost signt of kite and hawke and all, and neither kite nor hawke were either seen or heard of to this present, which made all the court conjecture it a very ill omen."
It is fairly presumable that the hawk thus spoken of by sir Anthony Weldon as lost, in 1610, may have been the hawk found at the Cape in 1793, and consequently tends to prove the amazing longevity ascribed to birds of prey.
Thomas Heywood, in his play entitled "A Woman Killed with Kindness," and acted before 1604, has a passage on falconry, highly descriptive of the diver sion:
"Sir Charles. So; well cast off: aloft, aloft; well flown.
Sir Francis. My hawk kill'd too!
Sir Charles. Aye, but 'twas at the querre,
Sir Fran. Judgment, my masters.
Cranwell. Yours miss'd her at the ferre.
Wendell. Aye, but our Merlin first had plum'd tho fowl,
Sir Fran. Mine likewise seized a fowl
Within her talons; and you saw her paws
The technical terms in the above citation may admit of some explanation, from the following passage in Markham's edition of the Book of St. Alban's, 1595, where, speaking of the fowl being found in a river or pit, he adds, " if she (the hawk) nyme, or take the further side of the river, or pit from you, then she slayeth the fowl at fere juttie: but if she kill it on that side that you are on yourself, < s many times it chanceth, then you shall say she killed the fowl at the jutty ferry. If your hawk nyme the fowl aloft, you shall say she took it at the mount. \f you see store of mallards separate
March 4, 1765. Died, Dr. William Stukeley, an eminent antiquary, of varied attainments. He was born at Holbeach, in Lincolnshire, where, and at Benet College, Cambridge, he received every advantage of education. He practised with reputation as a physician, at Boston, London, and Grantham; but was prevailed upon to take holy orders, and became, successively, rector of Somerby, All Saints, Stamford, and St. George's Hanover-square, London. He was one of the founders of the society of antiqueries, the Spalding society, and the Egyptian society. He was a fellow of the Royal society, secretary to the antiquarian society, and senior fellow and censor of the college of physicians. He became a free-mason, under an impression that the order retained some of the Eleusinian mysteries, and was afterwards master of a lodge. He wrote ably as a divine, physician, historian, and antiquary. His knowledge of British antiquities was profound. He was a good botanist; and erudite in ancient coins, of which he had a good collection. He drew well, and understood mechanics. He invented a successful method of repairing the sinking pile of Westminster bridge, in which the ablest artificers had failed. He cut a machine in wood, on the plan of the orrery, which showed the motions of the heavenly bodies, the course of the tides, &c, and arranged a plan of Stonehenge on a common trencher. His life was spent in gaining and communicating knowledge. He traced the footsteps of the Romans, and explored the temples of the ancient Britons. His labors in British antiquities procured him the name of Arch-Druid. Returning from his retirement at Kentishtown to his house in Queen-square, on February 27, 1765, he reposed on a couch, as he was accustomed, while his housekeeper read to him; she left the room for a short time, and, on her return, he said to her, with a smiling and serene countenance,—" Sally, an accident has happened since you have been absent." "Pray what is it, sir 1" "No less than a stroke of the palsy." "I hope not, sir." Observing that she was in tears, he said, " Nay, do not weep; do not trouble yourself, but get some help to carry me up stairs, for I shall never come down again, but on men's shoulders." He lived a week longer, but he never spoke
again. His remains were interred at Eastham, Essex, in a spot he had shown, when on a visit to the vicar, his friend, the Rev. Joseph Simms. A friend placed the following inscription over the door of Dr. Stukeley'* villa at Kentish-town:
Me dulcis saturet quies;
O may this rural solitude receive.
And contemplation all its pleasures give
The Druid priest.
"Chyndonax Druida" is an allusion to an urn of glass so inscribed, in France, which Dr. Stukeley believed to contain the ashes of an arch-druid of that name, whose portrait forms the frontispiece to Stonehenge, though the French antiquaries, in general, considered it as a forgery. Mr. Pegge, who seemed to inherit the antiquarian lore and research of Dr. Stukeley, says of him, in his work on the coins of Cunobelin:—*' The doctor, I am sensible, has his admirers, but I confess I am not one of that number, as not being fond of wildness and enthusiasm upon any subject." Respecting his hand writing Mr. Gray, mentioning other persons w riting with him in the reading-room at the museum, says,—" The third person writes for the emperor of Germany, or Dr. Pocock, for he speaks the worst English I ever heard; and, fourthly, Dr. Stukeley, who writes for himself, the very worst person he could write for."
March 4. Day breaks ... 4 37 Sun rises .... 6 29 — sets . . ..531 Twilight ends . . 7 23 Grape hyacinth in flcwer if the season is not backward. Sweet violets are usually in flower.
On the 5th of March, 1597, the son of the constable duke de Montmorency was baptized at the hotel de Montmorency. Henry IV. was a sponsor, and the pope's legate officiated. So sumptuous was the banquet, that all the cooks in Paris were employed eight days in making prepara
tions. There were two sturgeons of an hundred ecus. The fish, for the most part, were sea-monsters, brought expressly from the coast. The fruit cost one hundred and fifty ecus; and such pears were sent to table as could not be matched for an ecu each.'
A poor man that hath little, and desires no more, is, in truth, richer than the greatest monarch that thinketh he hath not what he should, or what he might; or that grieves there is no more to have.— lip. Ball.
The first approach of the sweet spring
Returning here once more,— The memory of the love that holds
In my fond heart such power,— The thrush again his song essaying,— The little rills o'er pebbles playing.
And sparkling as they fall,—
The memory recall
Sweet spring, thou cora'sl with all thy goodly train,
Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs,
The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,
The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs
Sweet spring, thou com'st—but, ahl my pleasant hours,
And happy days, with thee come not again;
The sad memorials only of my pain
Do with thee come, which turn my sweets to sours.
Thou art the same which still thou wert before,
Delicious, lusty, amiable, fair;
But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air
Is gone; nor gold nor gems can her restore.
Neglected virtue, seasons go and come,
When thine forgot lie closed in a tomb.
Drummond of Huwthtmuten.
When fruits, and herbs, and flowers are decayed and perished, they are continually succeeded by new productions; and this governing power of the Deity is only his creating power constantly repeated. So it is with respect to the races of animated beings. What an amazing structure ot parts, fitted to strain the various particles that are imbibed; which can admit and percolate molecules of such various figures and sizes 1 Out of the same common earth what variety of beings 1—a variety of which no human capacity can venture the
q History of Paris, iii. 270,
calculation; and each differing from the rest in taste, color, smell, and every other property! How powerful must that art be which makes the flesh of the various species of animals differ in all sensible qualities, and yet be formed by the separation of parts of the same common food 1 In all this is the Creator every where present, and every where active: it is he who clothes the fields with green, and raises the trees of the forest; who brings up the lowing herds and bleating flocks ; who guides the fish of the sea, wings the inhabitants of the air, and directs the meanest insect and reptile of the earth. He forms their bodies incomparable in their kind, and spirits to dance of breathless rapture, and
furnishes them with instincts still more bring tears of mysterious tenderness to
admirable. Here is eternally living force, the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic
and omnipotent intelligence.* success, or the voice of one beloved sing
■ ing to you alone. Sterne says, that if he
Natural Sympathy. were in a desert he would love some
T i-. J .1. . J j. . i cypress. So soon as this want of power In solitude, or that deserted state where ? man Decomes a livmg sepulchre
we are surrounded by human beings and of himself an(J what u lhe
yet they sympathy not with us, we love meN huik of what on'ce he was . the flowers, the grass, the waters, and the
sky. In the motion of the very leaves of
spring, in the blue air, there is found a h. m.
secret correspondence with our heart. March 6. Day breaks ... 4 32 There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, Sun rises .... 6 25
and a melody in the flowing brooks and — sets .... 5 35
the whis ling of the reeds beside them, Twilight ends • . 7 28
which, by their inconceivable relation to Early daffodil, or Lent lily, blows in
something within the soul, awaken the the garden.
Biros or Passage.
'—So shall toe reach our bright home at last 1 F. H.
• Baxter t Shelley.
On the 7th of March, 1755, died Thomas Wilson, the venerable bishop of Sodor and Man, in the ninety-third year of his age. He was born of humble parents, at Burton, a village in the hundred of Wirrel, Cheshire, where his ancestors had passed their unambitious lives for several ages. From Chester school he went to the university of Dublin, which was then a custom with Lancashire and Cheshire youths designed for the church. His first preferment was a curacy under Dr. Sherlock, his maternal uncle, then rector of Winwick; whence he went into the family of the earl of Derby, as chaplain, and tutor to his lordship's sons. At that period he refused the rich living of Baddesworth in Yorkshire, because, in his then situation, he could not perform the -duties of it. The bishopric of Sodor and Man, which had been long vacant, was so reluctantly received by him, that it might be said he was forced into it. Baddesworth was again offered to him in commendam, and again refused. In his sequestered diocese he was the father and the friend of his flock. He repeatedly rejected richer bishoprics, saying, "he would not part with his wife because she was poor." His works, in two volumes 4to., prove that he deserved whatever could have been offered to him.
Bishop Home, when Dean of Canterbury ,gave the following character of Bishop Wilson's Works, in a letter to his son: " I am charmed with the view the books afford me of the good man your father, in his diocese and in his closet. The Life, the Sacra Privata, the Maxims, the Parochialia, &c, exhibit altogether a complete and lovely portrait of a Christian Bishop, going through all his functions with consummate prudence, fortitude, and piety— the pastor and father of a happy island for nearly threescore years. The Sermons are the affectionate addresses of a parent to his children, descending to the minutest particulars, and adapted to all their wants."
March 7. Day breaks . . . 4 30
Daffodilly, or double Lent lily, begins to blow, and in the course of the month makes a fine show in the gardens: thin pale contrasts well with the deep yellow of the crocus.
Lays Of The Minnesingi Rs.
There was once a gentle time.
These bland verses usher, as a motto, the "Lays of the Minnesingers, or German Troubadours, of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries,—with specimens of the cotemporary Lyric Poetry of Provence, and other parts of Europe." * From this volume will be derived subsequent particulars, and poetical illustrations of the vernal season.
The Minneiingeit, which literally signifies Love-singert, nourished in Germany contemporaneously with the eminent troubadours of Provence, Castille, Catalonia, and Italy. They sung, or wrote, first in the low German, comprehending the AngloSaxon, the old Friesic, the more modern nether-Saxon, and the Belgic, or Dutch dialect of the northern tribes; secondly, the Francic, Alemanic, Burgundian, Suabian, and kindred dialects of the highGerman, or south-western tribes. The greater portion of the poetry of the Minnesingers is in this latter, the highGerman, or Suabian tongue.
Under the Saxon emperors, theliterature of Germany made great progress: its brightest age of poetry may be reckoned from the commencement of the Suabian dynasty, in the beginning of the twelfth century, and it flourished most amidst the storms of the empire. On the death of Conrad III., the first emperor of that family, his nephew, Frederick, duke of Suabia, surnamed Hed-beard, was elected emperor, and bore the title of Frederick I. Under his reign the band of the Minnesmgers flourished, and at their head, as the earliest of date, Henry of Veldig, who, in one of his poems, remarkably laments the degeneracy of that early age. He says, " When true love was professed, then also was honor cultivated; now, by night and by day, evil manners are learnt. Alas! how may he who witnesses the present, and witnessed the past, lament the decay of virtue!" Frederick I. joined the third papal crusade, accompanied his armies through the fairy regions of the east, held his court in the poetic lands of the south of Europe, admired