[Original.] REMEMBER Remember, remember, the vow so early made, By the marble fountain's side, 'neath the spreading palm tree's shade; Remember, remember, the hour so sad to me, When thou fled'st thy home and love in a strange bark o'er the sea, But prophetic tears came on my cheek, my heart yearn'd, and I blest. And madness of heart and head, I saw thee once again; When menials spurn'd the maniac from the portal where he lay, But one star yet to thee is left-nay, fear from me no word, March 8. THE CHANCELLOR'S MACE. On the 8th of March, 1577, there was a trial at the old Bailey, arising out of the following circumstances: A little girl, the daughter of a woman who let lodgings in Knight Rider Street, went up to a room of one of the lodgers to make the bed, and was agreeably surprised with finding on the floor some silver spangles and odd ends of silver. Her curiosity was awakened; she pryed further, and looking through the keyhole of the door to a locked closet perceived what she imagined to be the royal crown. She hastened down stairs, and cried out," Oh mother..other! yonder's the king's crown in our closet! Pray mother come along with me and see it." The admiring mother followed her daughter, opened the lock of her lodgers' closet with a knife, and discovered the lord chancellor's mace, which had been stolen from his house. She had been informed of the loss, and immediately gave information of the discovery. Officers were despatched and secured the persons who rented the room, consist S. H. S ing of three men and women; they were examined and committed for trial. These circumstances are stated in a rare little quarto tract of four leaves, entitled "A perfect narrative of the Apprehension, Trial, and Confession on the day before mentioned of the five several persons that were confederates in stealing the mace and two privy purses from the lord high chancellor of England, at the sessions held at Justice Hall in the Old Baily." On the arraignment of the prisoners, and before the evidence was taken, "the principal of those malefactors, a person very well known in court, having been ar raigned at the same bar five or six several times," very confidently said to the bench, "My lord, I own the fact: it was I, and this man," pointing to a fellow prisoner at the bar, "that robbed my lord chancellor, and the other three are clear of the fact; though I cannot say but that they were confederates with us in the concealment of the prize after it was taken. This I declare to the honorable bench, that 1 may be clear of the blood of these other three persons." The court was surprised by this premature avowal, and quite as much when, one of the witnesses deposing npon examination to the manner of ap Sun rises. sets Twilight ends Peach in bloom. apricot is fully out. By this time the March 9. GREAT SHIPS. prehending the prisoners, the same culprit March 8. Day breaks It was the Lord Chancellor Nottingham who thus lost and recovered his mace of office and purses. A like mishap befel Lord Thurlow. When he was chancellor, and lived in Great Ormond Street, his house was broken open and the great seal stolen, which was a greater loss. The thieves were discovered, but the seal, being of silver, they had disposed of it in the melting pot, and patents and important public documents which required the great seal were delayed until a new one was made. THE MACE. This was a weapon used in warfare, and differed from a club only in being surrounded with little horns or spikes. Both mace and sceptre, which was also a warlike instrument, became symbols of authority and power. The origin of the corporation mace is thus given by Dr. Clarke:-The sceptre of Agamemnon was preserved by the Charoneans, and seems to have been used among them after the manner of a mace in corporate towns; for Pausanias relates that it was not kept in any temple appropriated for its reception, but that it was annually brought forth with proper cere monies, and honored by daily sacrifices; and a sort of mayor's feast seems to have been provided upon the occasion-a table covered with all sorts of vegetables was then set forth.* • Fosbroke's Encyclopædia of Antiquities. On the 9th of March, 1655, Mr. Evelyn enters in his diary, "I went to see the great ship newly built by the usurper Oliver [Cromwell], carrying ninety-six brass guns and 1000 tons burthen. In the prow was Oliver on horseback, trampling six nations under foot, a Scot, Irishman, Dutchman, Spaniard, and English, as was easily made out by their several habits. A Fame held a laurel over his insulting head; the word God with us." The first mention of ships of great burthen in England is derivable from the inscription on Canuing's tomb in Radcliffe church, Bristol, which states that he had "forfeited the king's peace," or, in plain words, committed piracies on the high seas, for which he was condemned to pay king took of him 2470 tons of shipping, amongst which there was one ship of 900 tons burthen, another of 500, one of 400, and the rest smaller. These ships had English names, yet it is doubtful whether at that time ships of so large a size were built in England; it seems more probable that Canning had purchased or taken these ships from the Hanseatics, or else from the Venetians, Genoese, Luccese, Ragusians, or Pisans; all of whom then had ships of even larger tonnage.* 3000 marks; in lieu of which sum the When I see a gallant ship well-rigged, trimmed, tackled, man'd, munitioned, spread sayles proudly swelling with a full with her top and top-gallant, and her gale in fair weather, putting out of the haven into the smooth maine, and drawing the spectators' cyes, with a well-wishing admiration, and shortly heare of the same ship splitted against some dangerous rock, or wracked by some disastrous tempest, • Anderson. or sunk by some leake sprung in her by some accident, me seemeth I see the case of some court-favourite, who, to-day, like Sejanus, dazzleth all men's eyes with the splendour of his glory, and with the proud and potent beake of his powerful prosperity, cutteth the waves and ploweth through the prease of the vulgar, and scorneth to feare some remora at his keele below, or any crosse winds from above, and yet to-morrow, on some stor.ns of unexpected disfavour, springs a leake in his honour, and sinkes on the Syrtes of disgrace, or, dashed against the rocks of displeasure, is splitted and wracked in the Charybdis of infamy; and so concludes his voyage in misery and misfortune. A. Warwick. Enough, I reckon wealth; That mean, the surest lot, That lies too high for base contempt, Too low for envy's shot. My wishes are but few All easy to fulfil; I make the limits of my power I fear no care for gold; Well-doing is my wealth; My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health. I clip high-climbing thoughts, The wings of swelling pride; Their fall is worst that from the heigh Of greatest honour slide. Since sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear; I wrestle not with rage, Into a quiet friend. And, taught with often proof, My clothes more fit than fine: Whom favour doth advance; On the 11th of March, 1643, there lived at Newark one Hercules Clay; his dwelling was on the west-side of the market-place, at the corner of Stodman-street. The modern house, built on the site of Clay's house, now contains the news-room. This Hercules Clay was a tradesman of considerable eminence, and an alderman of the borough of Newark. During the siege, in the night of the 11th of March 1643, he dreamed three times that his house was on flames; on the third warning he arose much terrified, alarmed the whole of his family, and caused them to quit the premises; though at that time all appeared to be in perfect safety; soon afterwards, a bomb from a battery of the parliamentarian army on Beacon Hill, an eminence near the town, fell upon the roof of the house, and penetrated all the floors, but happily did little other execution. The bomb was intended to destroy the house of the governor of the town, which was in Stodman-street, exactly opposite Clay's house. In commemoration of this extraordinary deliverance, Mr. Clay, by his will, gave £200 to the corporation in trust to pay the interest of £100 to the vicar of Newark, for a sermon to be preached every 11th of March (the day on which this singular event happened), when the preacher constantly introduces this subject, and reminds the congregation that the dreams recorded of the ancients are not forgotten. The interest of the other £100 he directed to be given in bread to the poor: these customs are continued to this day. Penny loaves are given to every one who applies; formerly they were distributed at the church, but now at the Town-hall. The applicants are admitted at one door, one by one, and remain locked up until the whole is distributed. This day is more generally March 12, 1703, died Aubrey de Vere, the twentieth and last earl of Oxford of the de Veres. The changes of the eventful times in which he lived did not seem to affect him; he was so passive under fined; and, when William came over, he Oliver the protector that he was not even went over to him from James II. He had the performance of the part of Roxana by the earl's trumpeter in the character * Noble. PETER PRIESTLY, PARISH CLERK OF WAKEFIELD. [For the Year Book.] About the year 1790, a sturdy veteran, one Peter Priestley, was clerk, sexton, and gravestone cutter, at the beautiful parish church of Wakefield in Yorkshire. He was an old, and very respectable inhabitant of that town, commendably proud of his various offices, and not at all addicted to superstitious fears; if he had ever been so, his long connexion with the repositories of the departed had considerably allayed his apprehensions. It was on a Saturday evening, at this cheerless and gloomy season, that Peter sallied forth from his dwelling to finish the epitaph on a stone which was to be in readiness for removal before Sunday. Arrived at the church, within which for shelter he had been working, Peter set down his lantern, and lighting his other candle, which stood in a "potato candlestick," he resumed his task. The church clock had some time struck eleven, and some letters were still unexecuted, when lo, a singular noise arrested the arm of Peter, and he looked around him in silent astonishment. The sound perhaps cannot be better expressed than by the word "hiss," or "hush." Recovering from his surprise, Peter concluded that he had been deceived; especially as his sense of hearing was not remarkably perfect, and he therefore resumed his mallet and chisel very composedly; but, in a few minutes, his ear was again greeted with the fearful sound of "hiss!" Peter nowrose straight up,and lighting his lantern, he searched in vain for the cause whence this uncommon sound proceeded, and was about to quit the church when the recollection of his promises and imperious necessity withheld him, and he re. sumed his courage. The hammer of the clock now struck upon the great bell, and it sounded-twelve. Peter, having now little inore to do than |