eighty-one. In 1810 one of his brothers died at the age of ninety-nine; and in 1818 a cousin died, aged ninety-five; another cousin, eighty-seven years old, survived him. He left six sons, the youngest fifty years of age, and the eldest sixty-two; his grand-children were twenty in number; his great grand-children only eleven he never had any daughters. About the year 1799 he lost all his teeth, but no mark of debility appeared about his person before 1813, when he took to his bed, and never was able to use his limbs afterwards. During the first nine years of his confinement his health and spirits continued good, and he was free from corporeal pain; but for the last twelve months his intellects became rather impaired. On the day before his death he was seized with illness; the next day he grew weaker, and weaker as the day declined, but experienced no sickness. At about eight in the evening he slept silently away in the arms of death.

Mr. Bowman resided, during the latter part of his life, with one of his sons, upon his own estate, and died possessed of considerable property-the fruit of unwearied perseverance and active industry, through a longer portion of time than usually falls to the lot of man.

To this account the editor of the Wakefield Journal adds, "We understand from a grandson of Mr. Bowman, residing at Wakefield, that he had attained his hundred and eighteenth year and some months."

army.

THOMAS BROWN, OF BLAND'S REGIMENT. [To Mr. Hone.]

Sir,-You notice under this day, both in your first volume, and also in your second volume of your Every-Day Book, the death of the most able, and most successful chieftain that our British Islands ever produced, with the exception of one now living, as happening in 1722. Exactly twenty-one years afterwards, an English dragoon signalized himself in a way which proved to the world that, from the general to the private soldier, England was as unmatched in the last century as she is in the present.

On the 16th of June, 1743, was fought the battle of Dettingen. In this battle served a private dragoon, in Bland's regiment, of the name of Thomas Brown; he was about twenty-eight years of age, and had not been one year in the army. The French gen-des-arms, in a charge,

took the standard from the regiment. Brown dashed after the gen-d'arms who bore off the trophy-laid hold of it, and then pistolled the Frenchman; with his sword in its scabbard, his hands grasping both bridle and standard, he put spurs into his horse, and, exposed to fire and sword, as when recapturing the standard, made his way through a lane of the enemy. He received eight cuts in the face, head, and neck; two balls lodged in his back, and three went through his hat. His nose and upper lip were nearly severed from his face-a terrible gash from the top of his forehead, crossed his left eye-he received two other wounds on the forehead, and two on the back of the neck-besides having two fingers of the bridle hand chopped off. His regiment welcomed him back into their ranks with three huzzas, such as none but Britons know how to give. In this battle Brown had two horses killed under him. Brown's father was a blacksmith. Thomas was born at Kirkleatham, not far from Scarborough; he was bound apprentice

to a shoemaker at Yarm. He stood five feet eleven inches. George II. offered Brown a commission in the army, but his not being able to write prevented his acceptance of it. The king placed Brown near his person in the life guards. As the balls in his back could not be extracted, he was obliged to quit the service. He had a pension of £30 per annum, and died at Yarm, of his wounds, January, 1746, aged thirty-one.

I have an engraving of this hero. The print is 12 inches, by 8. Head and bust. Two compartments are below the portrait; in one he retakes the standard, firing his pistol at the gen-d'arm, who falls backward off his horse; three Frenchmen are hacking at Brown, and two firing their pistols at him. In the second vignette he is steady in his saddle, galloping back to the British line,-one French Dragoon hacking- -one giving point-and one firing his pistol. My print is by L. Boitard, very rare, and in fine condition: it was published November 8, 1713,"Price one Shilling." What is it worth now? You quote some beautiful verses from "Scott of Amwell." On the 12th of January, 1809, being at that period a loyal and a royal volunteer, I composed, in my military ardour, the following

Parody on Scott's Verses.

I love the drum's inspiring sound,
Parading round, and round, and round;

To daring youths it pleasure yields,
Who leave gay cities, quiet fields,
To win themselves a glorious name,
Uphold their country, and her fame,
And, when their sovereign's voice commands,
To march, to fight, and fall in foreign lands.
I love the drum's enlivening sound,
Parading round, and round, and round;
To me it speaks of safety won,
Of Home secure, the Foe undone,
The Widow smiling through her tears,
The Bride dismissing all her fears,
The Sire, whilst weeping o'er his warlike son,
Redeeming Trophies he in Battle won.
J. M. OF M. H.

A whimsical letter to the Secretary of the Horticultural Society in the "Comic Annual by Thomas Hood, Esq., 1830," may enable speculators to determine whether the value of "the article" is increased or not, by this singular information :—

"Sir-I partickly wish the Satiety to be called to consider the Case what follows, as I think mite be maid Transaxtionable in the next Reports:

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My Wif had a Tomb Cat that dyd. Being a torture Shell and a Grate faverit, we had Him berried in the Guardian, and for the sake of inrichment of the Mould I had the carks deposited under the roots of a Gosberry Bush. The Frute being up till then of the smooth kind. But the next Seson's Frute after the Cat was berried, the Gozberris was all hairy-and more Remarkable the Catpilers of the same bush was All of the same hairy Discription.

I am, Sir, your humble servant,
THOMAS FROST."

June 18.

CHARTER OF LONDON.

June 18, 1683, Mr. Evelyn says, "I was present, and saw and heard the humble submission and petition of the lord mayor, sheriffs, and aldermen, on behalf of the city of London, on the quo warranto against their charter, which they delivered to his majesty [James II.], in the presence chamber. My lord keeper [North] made a speech to them, exaggerating the disorderly and riotous behaviour in the late election, and polling for Papillon and Dubois [for sheriffs], after the common hall had been dissolved, with other misdemeanors, libels on the government, &c., by which they had incurred his majesty's high displeasure; and that, but for this submission, and under such articles as the king should require their obedience to, he would certainly enter judgment against them. The things required were, that they should neither elect mayor, sheriff, alderman, recorder, common-serjeant, town-clerk, coroner,

or steward of Southwark, without his majesty's approbation; and that, if they presented any his majesty did not like, they should proceed in wonted manner to a second choice; if that was disapproved, his majesty to nominate them; and, if within five days they thought good to assent to this, all former miscarriages should be forgotten-And so," says Evelyn, "they tamely parted with their so ancient privileges, after they had dined and been treated by the king. Divers of the old and most learned lawyers and judges were of opinion that they could not forfeit their charter, but might be personally punished for their misdemeanors; but the plurality of the younger judges, and rising men, judged it otherwise."

On the 19th of June, 1707, died at Hampstead Dr. William Sherlock, dean of St. Pauls and master of the temple. He was born in Southwark about 1641. At the revolution he was greatly embarrassed how to act. The government gave him time for consideration, and, aided by his wife's intreaties, he complied. A little while after an arch bookseller seeing him handing her along St. Paul's Church-yard, said, "There goes Dr. Sherlock, with his reasons for taking the oaths at his fingers' ends."

acter has the misfortune to be destitute of preferment, and will accept of a Curacy of £27 in money yearly, and a House kept, let him with speed send to Mr. Wilson, Bookseller, in Boston, Mr. Boys, Bookseller, in Louth, or the Reverend Mr. Charles Burnett, of Burgh in the Marsh, near Spilsby, in the County of Lincoln, and he may be farther satisfied." A Sanguinary Difference. In the same Journal of March 28 preceding is announced-

"WHEREAS the majority of Apothecaries in Boston have agreed to pull down the price of Bleeding to six-pence, let these certifie that Mr. Richard Clarke, Apothecary, will bleed any body at his shop, gratis."

Among the "Lays of the Minnesingers" is a Norman song of the season written in the 14th or 15th century.

The lady of my love resides

Within a garden's bound;
There springs the rose, the lily there
And hollyhock are found.

My garden is a beauteous spot,

Garnish'd with blossoms gay;
There a true lover guards her well,
By night as well as day.
Alas! no sweeter thing can be,
Than that sweet nightingale ;
Joyous he sings at morning hour,
Till, tired, his numbers fail.
But late I saw my lady cull

The violets on the green:

How lovely did she look! methought,
What beauty there was seen!
An instant on her form I gazed,
So delicately white;

Mild as the tender lamb was she,
A d as the red rose bright

Foxglove begins to flower under hedges: in gardens there is a white variety. Spanish love-in-a-mist flowers. Chili strawberry begins to fruit. Scarlet strawberries now abound Madock cherries begin to ripen. Charlock and Kidlock, terrible weeds to the farmer, cover the fields with their pale yellow.

June 22.

June 22, 1684, Mr. Evelyn enters in his Diary-"Last Friday Sir Thomas Armstrong was executed at Tyburn for treason, having been outlawed, and apprehended in Holland, on the conspiracy of the duke of Monmouth, lord John Russell, &c., which gave occasion of discourse to people and lawyers, in regard it was on an outlawry that judgment was given and execution."

Burnet says that Armstrong on being brought up for judgment insisted on his right to a trial, the act giving that right to those that come in within a year, and the year was not expired. Jefferies refused it; and, when Armstrong insisted that he asked nothing but the law, Jefferies told him he should have it to the full, and ordered his execution in six days. Soon afterwards went to Windsor and Charles II. took a ring from his finger and gave it to him.

THE SEASON.

Bearing in mind that June is a continuation of the poet's May, the ensuing verses of the lady Christine de Pisan are allowable to this month.

INVITATION.

This month of May hath joys for all,
Save me alone; such fate is mine:
Him once so near to me I mourn,

And sigh, and plaintively repine.
He was a gentle, noble love,
Whom thus the adverse fates remove :---
O soon return my love!

In this fair month when all things bloom,
Come to the green mead, come away!
Where joyous ply the merry larks

And nightingales their minstrelsy;
Thou know'st the spot :-with plaintive strain
Again I sigh, I cry again,

O soon return, my love!

The Minnesinger of "the Birdmeadow," Vogelweide, addresses these stanzas to his lady-love

THE LADY AND THE MAY. When from the sod the flow'rets spring, And smile to meet the sun's bright ray, When birds their sweetest carols sing

In all the morning pride of May, What lovelier than the prospect there? Can earth boast any thing so fair? To me it seems an almost heaven, So beauteous to my eyes that vision bright is given.

But when a lady, chaste and fair,

Noble, and clad in rich attire,
Walks through the throng with gracious air,
A sun that bids the stars retire,-
Then, where are all thy boastings, May?
What hast thou beautiful and gay
Compared with that supreme delight?
We leave thy loveliest flowers, and watch that
lady bright.

Wouldst thou believe me-come and place
Before thee all this pride of May;
Then look but on my lady's face,
And, which is best and brightest? say
For me,
how soon (if choice were mine)
This would I take, and that resign!
And say, "Though sweet thy beauties,
May!

I'd rather forfeit all than lose my lady gay."

By the same poet are the ensuing gentle

"Tis the best gift I can impart ;
But whiter, rosier flowers, I know,
Upon the distant plain they're springing,
Where beauteously ther heads they rear,
And birds their sweetest songs are singing:
Come! let us go and pluck them there!"
She took the beauteous wreath I chose,
And, like a child at praises glowing,
Her cheeks blushed crimson as the rose
When by the snow-white lily growing :
But all from those bright eyes eclipse
Received; and then, my toil to pay,
Kind, precious words fell from her lips :
What more than this I shall not say.

We may conclude with a summer-lay
by another Minnesinger, Count Kraft of
Toggenburg, in the thirteenth century.
Does any one seek the soul of mirth,
Let him hie to the greenwood tree;
And there, beneath the verdant shade,
The bloom of the summer see;

For there sing the birds right merrily,
And there will the bounding heart upspring,
To the lofty clouds, on joyful wing.

On the hedgerows spring a thousand flowers,
And he, from whose heart sweet May
Hath banish'd care, finds many a joy;
And I, too, would be gay,

Were the load of pining care away;
Were my lady kind, my soul were light,
Joy crowning joy would raise its flight-
The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead,
And May with all its light,

Compar'd with the roses are pale indeed,
Which my lady bears; and bright
My eyes will shine as they meet my sight
Those beautiful lips of rosy hue,
As red as the rose just steep'd in dew.

On the 23rd of June, 1703, William Fuller, "the famour Imposter, and Cheat Master General of England," received a merited sentence for his enormous villanies. He was son of a butcher, at Milton, neat Sittingbourne, in Kent, and apprenticed, in 1686, to John Hartly, a rabbitwool-cutter, in Shoe-lane, London, from whom he ran away, and professed to become a Roman Catholic.-Having a fine person and an ingenuous countenance, Lord Melfort retained him as a page; but leaving his lordship's service, and marrying about the same time, he became greatly distressed, and threw himself upon the generosity of his father-in-law, and his master. Averse to labor, he entered upon a life of high dissipation, which he supported by different frauds. He had servants in livery, assumed the rank of major in the army, then colonel, adopted the title of Sir William Fuller, and finally created himself Lord Fuller. His manners and appearance were attractive: he succeeded in borrowing large sums of money, and, when that expedient failed, passed counterfeit bills. After exhausting these sources of revenue he commenced dealer in plots, and had not that trade been over-done in the reign of Charles II., might have been the idol of one party in the state, to the destruction of many on the contrary side. He talked of the dif