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by John Felton at Portsmouth, August 23, 1628. There is a portrait also of the witty and humourous Thomas Killigrew, of whom, after his return from Venice, where king Charles had sent him to reside, Sir John Denham wrote
"Our resident Tom,
From Venice is come,
Talks at the same pitch,
Is as wise, is as rich, And just where you left him, you find him." We are told, that seeing how entirely his master, king Charles II. was absorbed in his pleasures, to the neglect of public business; he equipped himself in a pilgrim's habit, and made his way to the monarch's apartment. The king, surprised at the oddity of his appearance, immediately asked the meaning of it, and whither he was going ? “To the other
your errand be there ?” “To fetch back Oliver Cromwell,” replied Killigrew, “ that he may take some care of the affairs of England; for his successor takes none at all.” There is also the picture of Thomas Carew, another wit, of whom the historian Clarendon, after giving a short and favourable account of his talents and acquirements, thus concludes :'“but his glory was, that after fifty years of his life spent with less severity or exactness than it ought to have been, died with the greatest remorse for that licence, and with the greatest manifestation of Christianity, that his best friends could desire.” It would have been much better if he had remembered his Creator in the days of his youth. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die
There are paintings of George Villiers, duke of Buckingham; and his brother, lord Francis Villiers. This second duke of Buckingham, after a course of folly, vice, and extravagance, ended his days in misery and contempt, in a little wretched hut belonging to one of his tenants at KirkbyMoorside
“ There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame; this lord of useless thousands ends."
The duke of Berg; Venetia, lady Digby; the prince of Carrignano, grandfather of prince Eugene; the children of Charles I. Five figures, full length; Lucy, countess of Carlisle; head of Vandyke; and Kevelin Digby, with several others may be seen in this room. The latter gentleman has been lately designated, “a scholar, a soldier, a courtier, a divine, a philosopher, an orator, and a politician,” but learned men are divided in opinion as to his merits. Clarendon states him to have been a " person very eminent and notorious throughout the whole course of his life, from his cradle to his grave." I will now give his epitaph from his tomb in Christchurch, Newgate-street, London
“ Under this tomb the matchless Digby lies,
His day of birth, of death, of victory.". We are now ushered into the Queen's Drawing Room. The hangings of this apartment are of crimson silk, on which are the family insignia of William IV. and Queen Adelaide. Emblazoned shields and other ornaments, together with a rich cabinet of Mosaic work may also be seen. This room is usually styled “ The Zuccarelli Room," on account of the principal pictures therein having been painted by Francesco Zuccarelli. The paintings are nine in number, principally landscapes, among which are, The finding of Moses, Jacob watering the flock, and The meeting of Isaac and Rebecca. These landscapes are indeed beautiful, and the eye never tires in gazing at them. The other paintings in this room are Portraits of Henry, duke of Gloucester; king George the First; king George the Second; king George the Third ; and Frederick, prince of Wales. His majesty George I. is represented in a drab-coloured coat, George II., dressed in his coronation robes, and George III.
is dressed in a blue velvet coat, trimmed with gold, and 4 holds a stick in his hand. Henry, duke of Gloucester, is a
whole length portrait, as a child, dressed in a blue velvet frock with gold trimmings, and standing before a table on which is placed some fruit. He holds the stem of a bunch of grapes between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and in his left is some fruit which he presses against his person in order to retain it with greater security.
But Old Winsford must close for the present, as his space is filled up. Whether his young friends will like to be left in the midst of a palace he cannot tell. Probably, many of them would desire above every thing to dwell in one always. But whether they would then be happier than they now are, is doubtful. Happiness is confined to no spot, and is oftener to be met with in a cottage than in a palace. But, however, if they love God they shall see one; yea, inherit it, far more glorious than the one I have been endeavouring to describe; and so far from spending a day in it, or even a lifetime, they shall possess it for ever. Envy not even kings, for as our great poet has said —
" the shepherd with his homely curds,
POOR NED–A GOOD EXAMPLE. PERHAPS some of my young friends may be anxious to know how they can aid the Missionary Society. If so, they may read the following story, and see if they cannot learn a useful lesson.
Before the negro slaves in the West Indies were set free, a regiment of soldiers was stationed near to one of the plantations cultivated by the slaves. One of the soldiers had often seen a slave, named Ned, pass by, and one day called to him, and said, “Ned, I will teach you to read.”.
Ned.—“Oh, massa, me too much pleased to learn read,” (meaning, I should be quite delighted to learn.)
Soldier.-"But, Ned, I will teach you to read, only on one condition.”
Ned.—“O, Massa, me much pleased to learn read. What dat 'dition Massa ?”.
Soldier.—" It is this, Ned, that if I teach you to read, you must teach another to read."
Ned began to learn, and as soon as he had learned his alphabet, he called to another negro, " I say you, you want learn read?” “Ay, Ned, I no read; no buckra (white man) teach me read.” If I teach you read, you teach todder nigger read.” In this way the negroes went on, every one teaching another, until a large number had learned to read.
The managers became apprehensive that the negroes would become too wise, and tried to put a stop to their learning to read. Finding it was all Ned's doing, they flogged him very severely, till his back bled in many places.
As soon, however, as poor Ned recovered from this, he began again to teach the negroes to read, and was punished more severely than before.
Still he persevered, and the managers, not knowing what to do with him, sent him to work on another estate; where he went on just in the same way, and so the negroes on this estate learned to read. When the slaves were set at liberty, the Bible Society presented every negro who could read with a Testament.
A Missionary was asked, how many negroes on Ned's estate want Testaments? The Missionary answered, “ A good number can read; I suppose fifty Testaments will be sufficient.” Instead, however, of fifty, six hundred Testaments were required for poor Ned's disciples. Now, my dear children, why should not you be as active and persevering as poor Ned was? You say you cannot go to teach the little black children to read; no, but you can help to send others. It is true that you cannot do much; but there are many who do nothing, and they might help you in your efforts,
Go then, and tell the people what you have heard about the poor perishing heathen; perhaps many know nothing about them; and tell them that money is required to send Missionaries to them; and thus you may be the means of getting them to do something for our Missionary Society.
Put your own mite into the Missionary box, and invite others to do so; all may do something in the good work.
“ Haste, happy day, that time I long to see,
REMEDIES FOR FITS. THOUGH no doctor, I have by me some excellent prescriptions; and as I shall charge you nothing for them, you cannot grumble at the price. We are most of us subject to fits; I am visited with them myself, and I dare say you are also: now then for my prescriptions.
For a fit of Envy, go to a watering place, and see how many who keep their carriages, are afflicted with rheumatism, gout, and dropsy; how many walk abroad on crutches, or stay at home wrapped up in flannel; and how many are subject to epilepsy and apoplexy. “A sound heart is the life of the flesh: envy, the rottenness of the bones.” Prov. 30.
For a fit of Passion.— Walk out in the open air; you may speak your mind to the winds without hurting any one, or proclaiming yourself to be a simpleton.
For a fit of Idleness.—Count the tickings of a clock. Do this for one hour, and you will be glad to pull off your coat the next, and work like a negro.
For a fit of Extravagance and Folly.-Go to the workshop, or speak to the ragged and wretched inmates of a jail, and you will be convinced
"Who makes his bed of brier and thorn,
Must be content to lie forlorn." For a fit of Ambition.- Go to the churchyard and read the grave-stones; they will tell you the end of ambition.