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Alteration Op The Style. The commencement of the year in England was formerly on the 25th of March, until the year 1751, when it was deemed necessary to correct our calendar according to the Gregorian computation, which had been long before adopted in other European kingdoms, and by which the equinoxes and solstices were made to fall nearly on the same nominal days on which they had happened at the council of Nice in the year 325. For this purpose there was passed an act of parliament, directing,—that the year should for the future begin on the 1st of January; and that the eleven intermediate or nominal days between the 2d and 14th of September, 1752,should for that year be omitted, so that the day which would otherwise have been c lied the 3rd of September, should be dated the 14'.h September, & c In pursuance of this act the alteration took place: the following 1st of January was dated as 1752, and the eleven days in that year, from the 3rd to the 13th of September inclusive, were omitted.

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September 3.—Day breaks ..39 Sun rises . . . 5 17 — sets . . . 6 43 Twilight ends . 8 49 Yellow fleabane (lowers abundantly.

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4th September, 1733, died, in the Tower of London, the first lioness that visited England. She was very aged, and had annually produced a litter of young ones in the Tower, for several years. The then keeper of the Lion Office in the Tower was a Mr. Martin, who, it is said, had more skill than any former keeper in rearing lions' whelps. Mr. Mai tin was succeeded by John Ellis, Esq., in his office, which, according to tradition, an Earl of Oxford had once filled. This Mr. Martin was related to Sir Joseph Martin, a

wealthy and eminent Turkey merchant, resident in London, of which city he was a common councilman for the ward of Billingsgate, and a member of the court of lieutenancy. Sir Joseph was a representative in parliament for Hastings in Sussex, in 1712 and 1713; and died August 16, 1792, at the age of 80. He used to say, "it was better to be a rich mechanic, though of the lowest order, than a poor merchant."


Many huuted, sweat and bled for gold; Waked all the night, and labored all the day.

And what was this allurement dost thou ask T
A dust dug from the bowels of the earth,
Which, being cast into the fire, came out
A shining thing that fools admired, and called
A god ; and in devout and humble plight
Before it kneeled, the greater to the less ;
And on its altar sacrificed ease, peace,
Truth, faith, integrity, good conscience,

Love, charity, benevolence, and all
The sweet and tender sympathies of life;
And, to complete the horrid, murderous rite,
And signalize their folly, offered up
Their souls and an eternity of bliss,
To gain them—what? an hour of dreaming
joy, .

A feverish hour that hasted to be done.
And ended in the bitterness of woe.


ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS. From the commencement of summer to the end of autumn, the noble assemblage of animals in the Regent's Park may be seen in perfection. A day can scarcely be spent to more advantage than at this exhibition; and certainly one of the most delightful holiday enjoyments that can be afforded to young persons is a visit to the "Zoological Gardens." The first attraction to them, on entering, is the sight of the bears lumbering up and down their pole; and, then, the colossal cage of beautiful parroquites: after passing these there are almost countless birds, from me songsters of our native groves to the majestic eagles of distant regions; and beasts, from the mouse and domestic cat to the elephant and the lions of the desert. They are variously disposed about the grounds: many of them range upon green lawns, and all are within safe enclosures.

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The Zoological Society's Quadrupeds And Birds.

There is a delightful work entitled "The Gardens and Menagerie of the Zoological Society delineated." This book is published "with the sanction of the Council, under the superintendence of the Secretary, and Vice Secretary of the Society." It is filled with exquisite engravings on wood, by Messrs. Branston and Wright, from highly finished drawings executed by Mr. Harvey, with the living originals in the gardens before him. To his portraits of the quadrupeds and birds ne has added delightful views, principally of picturesque scenery in the grounds. The number and beauty of the engravings, the elegance of the printing, and the exceedingly moderate price, occasion this to be one of the most enchanting books that a lover of nature and art can desire.

Persons of taste, not having the fear of the Zoological Society before their eyes, mercilessly covet the rich embellishments of "The Gardens and Menagerie" for their ornamented albums. Indeed, this work, which is in two handsome octavo volumes, with above two hundred and twenty delicious engravings, and which maybe had for four-and-twenty shillings, by merely ordering it of any bookseller in the kingdom, is irresistible ; and,—read it, readers, and tremble—many a copy has already fallen under the scissars of scrap-book makers.

Place these volumes before a fair "collector of prints,"—with flashing eyes she

"spreads the glittering forfex wide," and, in a moment, the * Esquimaux dogs" and "Maccaws," and other desirable creatures, are fluttered away from the "superintendence of the society's secretary, and vice secretary," and find themselves—without "the sanction of the council"—within the lady's covers.

The masterly engravings, with the fine printing of this work, which is so enticing, and which is afforded at so low a price, obviously cost several thousand pounds. Since Bewick'sQuadrupeds and Birds, there have not been any illustrated books of natural history that approach in merit to these two volumes of " The Gardens and Menagerie of the Zoological society." They are printed by Whittingham, and continue to uphold the unsurpassed fame of the Chiswick Press.

Tue Lark.
From the " Paradis d'Amour.'

The livelong night, as was my wonted lot,
In tears had pass'd, nor yet day's orb was hot,
When forth I walk'd my sorrows to beguile,
Where freshly smelling fields with dewdrops

Already with his shrilling eaml gay
The vaulting skylark hail'd the sun from far;
And with so sweet a music seem'd to play
My heart sitings round, as some propitious

Had chased whate'er might fullest joyaunce mar:

Bathed in delicious dews that morning bright, Thus strove my voice to speak my soul's delight .—

Hark! hark!
Thou m( rry lark!
Reckless thou how I may pine ,
Would but love my vows befriend.
To my warm embraces send
That sweet fair one,
Brightest, dear one,
Then my joy might equal thine.

Hark! hark!

Thou merry lark!
Reckless thou how I may pine;
Let love, tyrant, work his will,
blunging me in anguish still -.


May be my care,
True shall bide this heart of mine

Hark! hark!

Thou merry lark!
Reckless thou what griefs are mine;
Come, relieve my heart's distress,
Though in I ruth the pain is less,

That she frown.

Than if unknown
She for whom I ceaseless pine.

Hark ! huk!

Thou merry lark! heckles* thou how I may pine.

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September 4.—Day breads . . 3 14 Sun rises ... 5 19 — sets . . . 6 41 Twilight ends . 8 46 Chequered meadow-saffron flowers abundantly.

Red surmullets caught on the coast.

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[To Mr. Hone]

During a visit to Sawston, I was invited to look over "the Great House," and its antiquity excited my curiosity to collect a few observations concerning it for the Year Book, which I send you with the accompanying N. E. sketch of the building.

"The Hall" stands detached from the village, south of the church, surrounded with trees and a spacious garden and lawn; it is a large quadrangular building, and was erected in the year 1557, upon the site of a former edifice. In the rooms are the portraits of Sir John Huddleston the protector of queen Mary, and several more of the Huddleston family. "Sir John Huddleston entertained the princess Mary at his house immediately after the death of her brother king Edward Vi and contrived her escape to Framlingham castle in Suffolk, for which his house was plundered by the mob, Who took part with lady Jane Gray.

Fuller, in his "History of Cambridge," says, "The lady Mary, after her brother's death, hearing queen Jane was proclaim

ed, came five miles off to Sir jonn liuddleston's, where she heard masse; next day Sir John waited on her in Suffolk, though she for the more secrecy rode on horse-back behind his servant, which servant lived long after, the queen never bestowing any preferment upon him, whether because forgetting him (when memory was engaged on greater matters) or because she conceived the man was rewarded in rewarding his master. Indeed she bestowed great boons on Sir John, and, among the rest, the stones of Cambridge castle, to build his house at Salston. Hereby that stately structure, anciently the ornament of Cambridge, is at this day reduced next to nothing."

The following information I obtained from the present highly esteemed possessor of Sawston Hall.—" Sir John Huddleston was of the queen's privy counsel, and captain of the guard to king Philip. He was entrusted by the queen with a jurisdiction over part of Cambridgeshire and Hertfordshire: she likewise granted him Wilbraham Temple. The Rev. Mr. Hicks, the present possessor of Wilbranam, has the origtral deed of the Grant. Father John Huddleston, a Benedictine Monk of Lampspring in Germany, was Chaplain in the family of Mr. Whitgrave of Moseley in the county of Stafford,— who was a principal contriver of king Charles's escape from the battle of Worcester." My informant says—"The family of Huddleston is supposed to be Saxon, and to trace five generations before the Conquest. The most ancient residence was Huddleston in Yorkshire, from which place comes the name.—Nine brothers of the Huddleston family are said to have lost their lives in fighting for king Charles." Respecting the commotion, I derive from the same source that "The council took the part of lady Jane. The duke of Northumberland was their general; he had his troops at Cambridge, and the council promised to stand by him, but upon finding the lady Mary had gone from New Hall, a palace of Henry VIII. in Essex, by Copt Hall and Sawston to I'rainlingham castle in Suffolk, had been joined by the Suffolk men, and had claimed the crown, they deserted him; i. e. would not acknowledge he had acted under their authority. He therefore, though he threw up his cap in the market place and proclaimed the queen, was beheaded; none of the Tudors being much given to mercy."

It is a singular proof of the tenacity with which the unlettered preserve oral information that, at this day, the village dames tell how the queen escaped the fury of the mob, by quitting " the Hall," in the disguise of a milk-maid, with a pail on her arm. They say she had got a short distance from the village, when her conductor requested her to look back and see how her enemies had served Sawston-hall; the lady Mary turned her eyes and saw it in flames; she immediately promised that, if ever she was made queen of England, Sawston Hall should be rebuilt of stone, and by that means defy the fury of the lawless element. Traditional report,however seemingly vague and desultory, has z connexion with fact.—The village now presents

The joys of liberty and smiling Peace

No doubt further interesting particulars of this momentous era are capable of being added, and your attention and that of your numerous literary friends is respectfully solicited to the subject.

Cambridge. T. N.

A Lady's Sono.

The wise man sera bia winter close
Like evening on a summer day;

Each age, he knows, its roses bears,
Ita mournful momenta and its gay.

Thus would I dwell with pleasing thought

Upon my spring of youthful pride;
Yet, like the festive dancer, glad

To rest in peace at eventide.
The gazing crowds proclaim'd me fair.

Ere, autumn-touch'd, my green leaves fell: And now they smile and call me good—

Perhaps I like that name as well.

On beauty bliss depends not; then
Why should I quarrel with old time 1

He marches on: how vain his power
With one whose heart is in its prime 1

Though now perhaps a little old.
Yet still I love with youth to bide;

Nor grieve I if the gay coqucttea
Seduce the gallants from my side.

And I can joy to ace the nymphs

For fav'rite swains their chaplcts twine,

In gardens trim, and bowers so green,
With flowerets sweet, and eglantine.

I love to see a pair defy

The noontide heat in yonder shade; To hear the village song of love

Sweet echoing through the woodland glade.

I joy too (though the idle, crew

Mock somewhat at my lengthen'd talc,)

To see how lays of ancient loves
The listening circle round regale.

They fancy time for them stands still,

And pity me my hairs of gray,
And smile to hear how once thcr sires

To me could kneeling homage pay.

And I, too, smile, to gaze upon
These butterflies in youth elate,

So heedless, sporting round the flame

Where thousand such have met their fate.

Comtette Barbe it Ferine.

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5th September, 1569, died Edmund Bonner. He was bishop of London in the reign of Henry VIII., but in 1549 was deposed by king Edward VI. ana committed to the Marshalsea, whence he was released in 155", and restored to the see by queen Mary, during whose reign iie exercised the office of an ecclesiastical judge, condemned two hundred persons to the Hames for their religion, and caused great numbers of others to suffer imprisonrrenl. In his violent proceedings

against Richard Gibson, a gentleman,
who, being surety for a debt, was im-
prisoned in the Poultry Compter, Bonner
required Mm to confess or deny whether,
if at liberty, he would go " in procession"
with others to his parish church upon
appointed days, " bear a taper or a candle
upon Candlemas-day, take ashes upon
Ash Wednesday, bear palm upon Palm-
Sunday, creep to the cross upon days and
and times accustomed, receive and kiss
the par ks." Bonner pronounced the
fatal sentence against him, and "he
valiantly underwent the cruel death of
burning in Smithfield." About the same
time, Cardinal Pole, as legate, interposed
between Bonner and two-and-twenty Col-
chester people, and saved their lives.
Bonner wrote to the Cardinal, " that he
thought to have had them all to Fulham,
and to have given sentence against them."
He whipped some of the victims of his
judicial character with his own hands.
In Fox's "Acts and Monuments" there
is a wood-cut of his inflicting this pun-
ishment on Thomas Hcnshawe. When
the print was shown to Bonner, he laughed
Pl it, saying, "A vengeance on the fool,
how could he get my picture drawn so
right?" He was commonly called "Bloody
Bonner." On the accession of queen
Elizabeth, this cruel man was finally dis-
missed from the bishopric of London,
and again committed to the Marshalsea.
He died in that prison, and was buried in
St. George's church-yard in the borough."
The following epigram was found at-
tached to his monument :—
If Heaven be pleased when sinners cease to

If Hell be pleased when sinners enter in,
If Earth be pleased when it hath lost a knave,
Then all are pleased I for Bonner's in his

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September 5.—Day breaks . . 3 17 Sun rises . . . 5 21 — sets . . . 6 39 Twilight ends . 8 43

Bladder catchfly flowers the second time.

September 6.

6th. September, 1783, died in her seventy-eighth year, at the house of Dr. Samuel Johnson, in Bolt-court, Fleet

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street, where she had lived by his bounty nearly twenty years, Mrs. Anna Williams, who had long been deprived of her sight. She published, in 17«, the "Life of Julian," from the French of M. de la Bleterie. In 1766, she published a volume of " Miscellanies in Prose and Verse" 4lo. Dr. Johnson wrote several of the pieces contained in the volume. She was the daughter of Zachariah Williams, who published a pamphlet printed in English and Italian, intitltd, "An Account of an Attempt to ascertain the Longitude at Sea, by an exact theory of the Variation of the Magnetical Needle. With a table of Variations at the most memorable Cities in Europe, from the year 1660 to 1680," 1755, 4lo. The English part of this work was written by Dr. Johnson, the Italian by Mr. Baretti. In Boswell's life of Johnson there are interesting memorials of Johuson's kindness to Mrs. Williams, and her grateful attachment to him.

Dr. Johnson's Man, " Frank." Francis Stewart was the son of a shopkeeper in Edinburgh. He was brought up to the law, and for several years employed as a writer in some of the principal offices of Edinburgh. Being a man of good natural parts, and given to literature, he frequently assisted in digesting and arranging MSS. for the press; and, among other employments of this sort, he used to boast of assisting, or copying some of the juvenile productions of the afterwards celebrated Lord Kaimes, when he was very young, and a correspondent with the Edinburgh Magazine. When he came to London he stuck more closely to the press; and, in this walk of copying, or arranging for the press, he got recommended to Dr. Johnson, who then lived in Gough-square. Frank was a great admirer of the doctor, and upon all occasions consulted him; and the doctor had also a very respectable opinion of his amanuensis, Frank Stuart, as he always familiarly called him. But it was not only in collecting authorities that" Frank" was employed; he was the man who did every thing in the writing way for him, and managed all affairs between the doctor, his bookseller, and his creditors, who were then often very troublesome, besides every species of business the doctor had to do out of doors. For this he was much better qualified than the doctor himself,

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