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the praction and shelter of a European's Now no. They feel the prohibition is absurd ; numbw all they know the Sultan has bartered his very Ww well throne for a champagne flask, as his father

sily one did before him; so secretly they drink and .6* w Turk are drunken. Indeed, I was told that the

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Whl not be sold at all a dali rellow color, when their wine is red.

Ihw oponly -- but that Bezues, as long as nations choose the wisest, towy Irony oils anisotte, peculiarly mocarel, must they not follow his example, Droit in that privilege of sale. and bravest, and best of their nation for

mk with great relish by the and saving the Prophet) get wisely, bravely,
In pod l te Turks who are lar ir ap) in the best and most secret way possible,

w obariance, whenever they drunk from pure loyalty ?
o pilit brood. I am afraid that thing People have often laughed at Chataubri-

www human nature with unnecessary anu's French dancing-master giving soirées
menantu wakiweud hypocrites of man, Flo to the Dog-rib Indians, and a better subject
Omd is illicult enough to keep even the great for a farce could scarcely be conceived; but
huw, ond an always inventing some era all incongruous things are ridiculous, when
to ship oll' Mature's handcuffs. I remember they are not on the one hand, also hateful, or
pati ularly one fresh bright morning that I on the other, when they do not exite our
was on the deck of a Turkish steamer that pitr. So, apropos of raki, and the Turkish
was plonghing through the Sea of Varnsora, rakes who drink it, I must describe the small
and jiet nighting the Seven Towers beroad English tavern that I stumbled into just out-
which the presses and minarets were rang side the Arsenal walls. It was kept by a
in a graf watchful arms, guarding the enes. Greek, and was in the Greek manner; but I
cente domes of the still sleeping city. The found it was specially patronized by the Eng-
deck was strewn with Albanians in their lish mechanics whom the Sultan keeps to
hairy capotes, with slarish-looking tiierish superintend the government manufactories.
Greeks, and with Turks grare and car. These intensely English men, of course des-
legged on their prayer carpets Here and pising sherbert, which they profanely and al-
there, seated on the benches, rere tvu or most insultingly called “ pig's-wash,” and de-
thrce half Europeanized Turks attempting testing raki because it was the secret bever-
Cumbrously to imitate the ribald ea o'their age of them precious villains of Turks,"
Greek friends. Threading the still balt- resorted to this grimy hostelrie, dirtier than
sleeping groups, stepped the catre of the the meanest village inn in dear old En-
fee (hall grounds as the Turks drink is) on throats and the sawdust from their lips, with
boat with thimble curs of smoking back of gland," to wash the steel filings from their
suddenly produces an old meda ine-bottle tull the bottles were brown and fly blown - and
and black worsted lace bralert all orer it, so old that the red and green labels on
bis dirty traps. A Greek, in erinnu jaket real expensive, oily, bilious, “old Jamaikey ?”.
of raki, and p2s93 it rund. His Greek with " Hollands," in square, black-green,
for the autumn morning araw, Thne lightful to see the brave, cross-grained, grum.
friends drink and look re inusy thanåtul, high-shouldered Ostade bottles. It was de-
times - nar, four times - he suis ar bling fellows lamenting English climate and
constraint in the war ke pates the bottle cestor again, “ with all their hearts;" to see
fers it to the Turk, who looks away orer the English taxes, cursing the Turks, and wish-
boat-side coquetteur. There is a curious ing they were in Wessex and Double Glou-
cording to the enris Cavs; Chunwellings on the table for more grapes, and more
from him: « Cesar pusa crowa, & thein turning up their sleeves, and hammer-
squiks be trial. There is a

trulyurt delight, on a shiny night," and “Don't rob did not push as the bench Car rum, and to hear them shouting out, “ It's my cus look about his cr charging Want a poor man of his beer," and discussing, content and creamh its hea kalvacirs news — reforms long since become law, ' pilar o'a jamais trid, to a me he or with absurd eagerness, six-months-old English

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e fainéant),” that despotic Turk who de- | “He (English pasha) keep white horse, syed the Janissaries, and introduced Eu- black horse, red horse, blue horse, every sort pean reforms into Turkey, these bibulous horse; and I drive him, whip him, saddle riends of mine had rather a risky and troub- him, break him, 'cos he (English pasha) Sul lesome time of it, for they stood upon their tan great friend every day at palace.' I too dignity as Britons, got feverish British beer at palace. I eat lamb, pistachio-nut. I eat into their brave, wrong-headed brains, and kibob (very nice kibob); I drink shirab and were once or twice “pulled up" and nearly champagne wine. I wear scarlet jacket and decapitated in a row for not salaaming," and fustanella --white fustanella—servant under all that rubbish."

me — horse under me-money-drink- all And, now, while I am in this tavern den, right -- all good. All at once come wicked trying to eat some horseflesh stew, there man to English sultan, whisper car

- say, stands before me a ragged Greck vagabond, Take care, Anastase bad man, rogue-man.' crafty as Ulysses, voluble as the winged- English sultan call me, tell me, worded Pericles, who, in hopes of a stray out faithful Anastase take away horses — piastre, harangues me and the enginecrs on every ting. Now, Anastasc dirty man, poor a certain English pasha to whom he was once man, thiet man (laughs ironically), no raki, right-hand man. His gestures alone would no kibob, no drink, no eat. Go 'bout ask be eloquence, for he beats his chest, and good rich Englishman for little money. rends his dirty merino waistcoat.

Thank, sir (smiles), drink health!”

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I chose next to wander by Bethlehem Hos. I tributes this farco to Townley, with the following pital; partly because it lay on my road round remarks :to Westminster; partly because I had a niglitfancy in my licad which could be best pursued Garrick ; but, as we now know, without founda

“ This piece has been often ascribed to Mr. within sight of its walls and domo. And the tion. Mr. Dibdin, who professes somo particofancy was this : Are not the sane and insane lar knowledge as to this subject, says that Dr. equal at night as the sane lie a dreaming? Are Hoadly had a hand in it; and there were other not all of us outside this hospital, who dream, more or less in the condition of those inside it, ceived the subject to be rather ticklish.

persons who were in the secrct, but who con cvery night of our lives? Are we not nightly

“ We believe that we have now, however, duly persuaded as they daily are, that we associate pre- assigned the authorship of this piece absolutely posterously with kings and queens, emperors


to Mr. Townley; of which fact the late Mr. empresses, and notabilities of all sorts? Do we

Murphy became satisfied before his death, from not nightly jumblo events and personages and tho testimonials of James Townley, Esq., of times and places, as these do daily? Are we not Ramsgate and Doctors' Commons, the author's sometimes troubied by our own sleeping incon son; and it was Mr. M.'s intention to have corsistencies, and do we not vexedly try to account rected the fact, in a second cdition of his Life for them or excuse them, just as these do some

of Garrick." times in respect of their waking delusions ? Said en afficted man to me, when I was last in Possibly some of your correspondents may be a hospital like this, "Sir I can frequently fly." able to afford information as to the nature of the I was half ashamed to reflect that so could Í- testimony given by Mr. Townley, Jun., in supby night. Said a woman to me on the same port of his father's claim. W. H. Husk. occasion, “ Queen Victoria frequently comes to

-Notes and Queries. ding with me, and her majesty and I dine off peaches and maccaroni in our night-gowns, and Tue FRUIT OF THE FORBIDDEN TREE Poi. his Royal Highness the Prince Consort does us | sonous.-Could any of your readers inform me the honor to make a third on horseback in a as to the originator of this opinion? In a work, field-marshal's uniform." Could I refrain from recently published, on Metaphysics (by the Rev. reddenning with consciousness when I remem. John L.' Mac Mahon), the author, whose note bered the amazing royal parties 1 myself had (p. 2.) on the above point displays considerable given (at night), tlic unaccountable viands 1 research, tells us that he has been anablo to dishad put on table, and my extraordinary man. cover the name of any particular theologian esner of conducting myself on those distinguished pousing it, though the opinion itself is menoccasions? I wonder that the great master who tioned by Josephus, Theophilus, and several of knew every thing, when he called sleep the death the Fathers, Eugnbinus Sienchus, Le Clerc, and of cach day's life, did not call dreams the insan others. Even Ludovicus Vives--a man'well ity of cach day's sanity. - All the Year Round. versed in such questions--acknowledges bis ig.

norance in this matter, as appears from a quota. "Hg LIFE BELOW STAIRS."--The last tion, given in the note referred to, taken from cdition of the Biographia Dramatica (1812), which his Commentary on St. Augustine's De Civitate Mr. Wylie does not seem to have consulted, at- | Dei.--Notes and Queries.





kept up. The bombonaxa is then bleached BEHIND the principal chain of the Andes for two or three days. The straw thus extends, on the banks of the Ucayale and the pared is dispatched to all the places where Maranon, an immense plain inclined to the the inhabitants occupy themselves with plaiteast, traversed by mountain ranges, and ing hats; and the Indians of Peru employ the which is called in Peru the Montana Real. straw not only for hats, but also in making Under a rainy sky, which is often disturbed those delicious little cigar cases, which are by thunder-storms, the eternal verdure of the often sold for $5 or $10 each. primordial forests charms the eye of the trav The Indians of Moyamba, evidently sprung eller, whilst the inundations, the marshes, the from the Mongolian race, have large flat enormous serpents, the innumerable insects, faces. Their eyes are placed obliquely, so arrest his hesitating march. This region, that the grand angle descends towards the through which the communications are diffi- nose. The cheek bones are prominent; the cult, is called Lower Peru.

brow is low and flattened ; the hair is black, There grow in all the luxuriance of a lim- smooth, and glossy; their skin is of a brownited vegetation the most beautiful and gi- ish red color; their figure is tolerably good gantic plants, the loveliest and most odor- and regular. They live in groups and in litous flowers, the most useful shrubs, the herbs tle tribes, hidden in the virgin forests, or disthe richest, both as to production and value seminated over the vast pampas of Lower many of which are unknown in Europe, Peru. It is to this race, which is in the highthough eminently appreciated in the country est degree indolent, lazy, and selfish, that the itself. In Lower Peru grows the bombonaxa, world owes the bombonaxa hats. or hat straw, resembling as to form a tuft of When an Indian has made a dozen or so marsh reeds. The color is a delicate green. of these hats, he sets out for the residence of a

The hats called Panama hats, and made from dealer in the article, and generally arrives in the bombonaxa, have received the name they the evening. Nothing is more curious than to bear from having first been imported from see the cunning Indian, his merchandise hid Panama into the United States. In truth, under the folds of his poncho, advancing towhowever, the bombonaxa hats are exported ard the house of the supposed purchaser, from nearly the whole South American coast. waiting without stirring, and looking at the Certain classes of Indians devote themselves door silence. hen the dealer examines exclusively to the making of these hats. The a hat which the Indian has shown him, the process is a very long one, and this is one latter asks an enormous price, which is in reason why the price of these hats is so high. general three times the value of the article ; The minute, delicate labor is longer or shorter and when, after long discussion, he at last according to the quality; for whilst common decides on concluding a bargain, one sees him articles demand scarcely more than two or examining with distrust the money which he three days, those of the best description re- has received, and rubbing it in order to try quire entire months of care and attention. whether it is good. If the sellers of the bats

The plaiting of these hats occupies the are to the number of two or three, he who whole of the Indian colony of Moyobamba, has concluded the bargain passes to the others on the banks of the Amazon, to the north of the sum paid, in order that they also may see Lower Peru. In this village men and women, whether it is honest money. If the money children and old men, are equally busy. The pleases them the first man draws from his inhabitants are all seen seated before their inexhaustible poncho a second, a third, a cottages plaiting hats and smoking cigar- twentieth hat, as a conjuror draws every vaettes. The straw is plaited on a thick piece riety of article from a hat, and to each of the of wood, which the workman holds between “Panamas” the same scene of distrust is rehis knees. The centre is begun first, and newed for the verifications of the money. the work continued outward to the rim.

We can easily understand the slowness The time the most favorable for this kind of which results from this mode of sale. It is work is the morning or rainy days, when the difficult to buy more than twenty hats a day, atmosphere is saturated with moisture. At even in giving the best price. Thus, in ornoon, or when the weather is clear and dry, der to collect two thousand hats representthe straw is apt to break, and these break- ing a value of £1,000, a sojourn of three or ings appear in the form of knots when the four months in the country is required; and work is ended.

as transactions with savages such as those in The leaves of the bombonaxa, to be fit to Lower Peru are difficult, dealers are obliged be used, are gathered before their complete to carry about with them both the money development. They are steeped in hot water and the merchandise. Notwithstanding these till they become white. When this operation difficulties, the trade in hats is one of tạe suris terminated, each plant is separately dried est and most lucrative in the land. in a chamber where a high temperature is Moyobamba exports every year ten op

eleven thousand hats. The province of come black, but they recover their natural Pannamy produces much more than Peru. color when steeped in soapy water. It is supposed that not less than sixty or What constitutes and maintains the repueighty thousand hats are annually exported tation of the Panama hats is, that neither from the province of Pannamy. If the aver- heat nor insects which devour every thing age price of a hat is reckoned at two piastres, under the torrid sun of the equator, can eftheir exportation will represent a value of fect the bombonaxa straw. In the long run, about £40,000. The greater part of the hats nothing but humidity can destroy them. are exported from Lim but of late years. They last eight times as long as a Leghorn the exportation has likewise taken place by hat. They are easily carried about. They way of the Amazon.

can be folded and rolled by the dozen, like Hitherto, the high price of the Panama hats the commonest merchandise. In short, the has hindered their importation into Europe, trade in Panama hats is the very best in but as the average price of a hat has fallen South America, and it would be easy to esto about £1, they are now within the reach tablish it in Algeria, in the West Indies, and of nearly every one. The Panamas are dis-in Guiana. tinguished from all other hats in being in a There has been an importation into France single piece, marvellously light, and of in- of Panama hats not more than two years. comparable elasticity. They can be rolled The importation into England has just beand put in the pocket without any danger gun ; but it is sure greatly to extend.—Lonof being broken.In rainy weather they be- don Illustrated News.

J. G. LOCKHART ON DR. MAGINN. When a church clock strikes, on houseless

Walton-on-Thames, August, 1842. ears in the dead of the night, it may be at first Here, early to bed, lies kind William Maginn, mistaken for company and hailed as such. But, Who, with genius, wit, learning, life’s trophies as the spreading circles of vibration, which you to win,

may perceive at such a time with great clearHad neither great Lord, nor rich cit of his kin,

ness, go opening out, forever and ever afterNor discretion to set himself up as to tin : So, his portion soon spent, like the poor heir of suggested) in eternal space, the mistake is rec

wards widening perhaps (as the pliilosopher has Lynn, He turned author, ere yet there was beard on Once it was after leaving the Abbey and turn

tified and the sense of loneliness is profounder. his chin;

ing my face north-I came to the great steps of And whoever was out, or whoever was in, For your Tories his-fine Irish brains he'would Saint Martin's church as the clock was striking

three. Suddenly, a thing that in a moment spin; Who received prose and rhyme with a promising ing, rose up at my feet with a cry of loneliness

more I should have trodden upon without seegrin, “Go ahead, you queer fish, and more power to the like of which I never heard. We then stood

and houselessness, struck out of it by the bell, your tin," But to save from starvation stirred never a pin. by one another. The creature was like a beetle

face to face looking at one another, frightened Light for long was his heart, though his breeches browed, hair-lipped youth of twenty, and it had were thin,

a loose bundle of rags on, which it held together Else his acting, for certain, was equal to Quin.

with one of its hands. It shivered from head But at last he was beat, and sought help of the to foot, and its teeth chattered, and as it stared

bin, (All the same to the doctor from claret to gin), thought mc-it made with its whining mouth as

at me - persecutor, devil, ghost, whatever it Which led swiftly to gaol, with consumption if it were snapping at me, like a worried dog:

therein. It was much, where the bones rattled loose in out my hand to stay it--for it recoiled as it

Intending to give this agly object, money, I put the skin,

whined and snapped—and laid my hand upon He got leave to die here, out of Babylon's din.

its shoulder. Instantly, it twisted out of its garBarring drink, and the girls, I ne'er heard of a ment, like the young man in the New Testa

sin, Many worse, better few, than bright, broken Ma- ment, and left me, standing alone with its rags

in my hand.-Al the Year Round. ginn.


I dream in this delicious land, where Song BEYOND me and above me, far away

Epitomized all beauty and all lore, From colder poets lies a land Elysian

Familiar as my mother's face, the throng The haunted land where Shakspeare's ladies

Of ladies through its shady vistas move; stray

Time listens to the sorrow they prolong, Through shadowy groves and golden glades And Fancy weeps beside them, and above of vision;

Broods Music, wearing on licr golden wings And there I wander oft, as poets may,

The darkness of sublime imaginings. Cooling the fever of a hot ambition,

Oh, let me, dreaming on in this sweet place, 'Mong ghostly shades of palaces divine,

Draw near to Shakspeare's soul with reverent And pray at Shakspeare's soul as at a shrine?

cyes, Fair are those ladies all, some pure as foam,

Let me dream on, forgetting time and space, And sadder some than earthly ladies are ;

Pavilioned in a golden paradise, From Juliet, calm and beautiful as home,

Where smiles are conjured on the stately face, Whose love was whiter than the morning star, where cach immortal lady still prolongs

And true-love kisses mix with tears and sighs; To Egypt, when the rebel lord of Rome Lolled at her knee and watched the world from The life our Shakspcaro calentured in songs. far

And in the spirit's twilight, when I feel Selling his manhood for a woman's kiss,

Hard-visaged Labor recommending leisure, But fretting in the heyday of his bliss.

Let me thus climb to fairy heights and steal

Soft commune with the shapes all poets treas There Portia argues love against the Jew,

ure; With quips and quiddities of azure eyes ; Wrapt up in luscions lifo from head to heel, Fidele mourns for Posthumus untrue,

Swimining from trance to trance of speechless And wanders homeless under angry skies;

pleasure, There white Ophelia moans her ditties new,

And now and then, not crring, dream of bliss Sad as the swan's weird music wlien it dies;

Whose brimful soul runs over in a kiss!
There roaming hand in hand, as frco as wind,

-All the Year Round.
Walk little Celia and tall Rosalind.
And slender Julia walks in man's attire,

TIE GOLDEN YEAR. Praising her own sweet face which Proteus COME, sunny looks, that in my memory throng; wrongs;

Comc! bring back some happy afternoon; Miranda, isled from kisses, strikes the lyro Como ! for your gentle presence is the song Of her own wishes into fairy songs;

Without which nature hums a lonely tune. And stainless Hero, flashing into fire,

O light feet, tread the narrow path once more ! Chides with her death the lie her love pro Come to my cry, fair forms, and, resting near, longs;

On the dear rocks where you have sat before,
With buxom Beatrice, whose heart denies A little while renew the golden year.
The jest she still endorses with her eyes !

Come to this spot, whence we so oft have viewed
Shipwrecked Marina wanders through the night, The gleam of waves, rock-broken, round the
Blushing at sound, and trembling for the bay,

Come once more, or wild grasses will intrude, And blue-eyed Constance rises up her height

And clasp their hands across the narrow way; To fortify her hope with words of scorn; Como, for the place is fair as land of dream, The lass of Florizel in tearful plight,

And through the rushes, winds hum moundStill seeks her liope in labyrinths forlorn;

fully, And high upon a pinnacle, I see

As if just inoved in slumber, and the stream Cordelia weeping at the wild king's knee ! Still struggles through its cresses to the sea. And in the darkest corner of the land

'Tis vain to call; I once the strain have heard,

That lacked no note to make the tune comWalks one with blacker brows and looks of

plete, pain, Heart-haunted by the shade of past command-Once, wakened by the touch of some kind word, Thc pale-faced queen, who sinned beside the There, plucking fruits from many a drooping

I found a garden fair, with flowers sweet;

And still slie moans, and eyes a bloody hand
That once was lily white without a stain;

I stayed, untroubled by foreboding doubt; Robbed of the strength which helped the Thane Once have I passed the golden year, and now

I see it far back, like a star going out. to climb, When growing with the grandeur of his crimc.

The daisies of the golden year are dead,

Its sunsets will not touch the west again, But in the centre of a little hall,

Its glories are removed, its blessings fled, Roofed by a patch of sky wil stars and moon,

And only fully known when sought in vain; Titania sighs a love-sick madrigal,

The same sweet voices I shall never hear,
Throned in the red heart of a rose of June; For the fair forms that once my pathway
And round about, the fairies rise and fall

Liko daisies' shadows to an elfin tune; Are gonc, with waters of the golden year
Behind them, plaining through a citron grove, That now are mingled in the sea and lost
Movce gentle Hermia, chasing hope and love.

-All the Year Round.

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