lieutenancy of Caen, in Normandy. Nor was this the only mark of favour and confidence which showed how entirely the disasters of Pataie, or at least his share of them, were obliterated by his other services. Two years afterwards, he was sent ambassador to the Council of Basil, was subsequently appointed to negotiate a peace with the French, and, in the same year, shared with Lord Willoughby the command of an army sent to assist the duke of Brittany against the duke of Alençon. Soon after this he visited England for a short time, but was again with the regent in France in 1435; and, in the same year, was appointed one of the ambassadors for concluding the peace with the French. In this year the duke of Bedford died; having first given a final and satisfactory proof of his esteem for Sir John, by constituting him one of his executors. Richard, duke of York, succeeded to the regency, and imitated his predecessor in his regard for the knight, granting him an annuity of 201., out of his own estate, in return for his good services in the field and in council. With these honours and rewards he reposed, for about four years, at his government in Normandy. It was in 1440 that he finally retired from Normandy to his native country, from a life of active warfare to one of tranquil piety. Two accounts are given of the foundation of his "sumptuous castellated mansion" at Caistor, near Great Yarmouth: according to one already mentioned, the duke of Alençon built it as his ransom, after the victory of Agincourt; another states that King Henry V. granted his license to Sir John himself, to build it ": strong as himself could devise." A manuscript, still extant, by William de Worcester, Sir John's officer-ofarms, or herald, states the dimensions of the great hall, which was forty-nine feet in length, and twenty-eight in breadth; and the existing remains of the Castle bear witness to its ancient splendour. This residence, which after his death withstood two hot sieges, through the as quarrels of his executors,' seems, during his lifetime, to have been the seat of peace and hospitality alone. The piety of its owner was displayed in his benefactions to S. Nicholas Priory Church, to the two universities, and to other similar institutions. To Cambridge he bequeathed a considerable legacy, for rebuilding the schools of philosophy and civil law, and was especially liberal to S. Mary Magdalene College, Oxford, from the affectionate regard he had for Bishop Waynflete, its pious founder. He died very rich; possessed of large estates in Norfolk, Suffolk, Yorkshire and Wiltshire; but be queathed most of them to charitable purposes. In November, 1459, (his eightieth year,) his body was interred in a chapel erected by himself, in the abbey of S. Benet in the Holme. His pious life, attended by almost unvaried prosperity, looks like a fulfilment of the promise set forth in the Psalter:-"He walked not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stood in the way of sinners: his delight was in the law of the Lord." Therefore he was "like a tree planted by the water-side: his leaf withered not, and whatever he did, it prospered." (1) Fenn's Collection of Letters. (2) Chandler's Life of Waynflete. NORTH-AMERICAN INDIAN TRADITION OF THE DELUGE. the chief of one of the tribes of Chippeway Indians, a very THE following tradition was related to the writer by intelligent man, who spoke English with ease, having long resided in British Canada. Once upon a time Aniúna Boojoo, who was a very famous hunter, and is the principal object of admiralearnt to hunt, and who taught their conjurers and tion and worship among the Indians, from whom they medicine (or mystery) men all their arts, was out in the woods seeking game. After some time he reached the borders of a lake, on the opposite side of which was a large flat rock, upon which were many red lions, baskHe observed in the midst of the herd ing in the sun. before, but this was the first time that he had seen a a very fine white lion. He had often seen red lions white one; and he was very desirous of obtaining its skin, for the purpose of making a tobacco pouch. Now, an Indian generally is contented with a musk-rat's skin for a pouch; but Aniúna Boojoo was so proud, that nothing would satisfy him but the hide of this white lion. He crept through the woods with the utmost care, in order to avoid alarming the herd; but he could not succeed in coming near enough to them to shoot the lion: and when evening arrived they left the rock and retired into the wood, and he was very greatly disappointed. He would not, however, relinquish his object; but began to think how he might be more successful the next day. At length he said to himself, "I see I shall never get that white lion's skin unless I can be upon the rock without frightening the herd;" so he determined to change himself into an old tree, and stand upon the middle of the rock, which he did before it was light in the morning. As soon as the day was hot the lions returned to bask in the sun, as before, and the white lion was amongst them. But one of the old ones, who was more cunning than the others, said, “I do not remember that old stump of a tree upon this rock; it must be Aniúna Boojoo, who has changed himself into it." To which another replied, "Oh, nonsense! If it is he, he cannot bear to be squeezed." Úpon which he went up to him, and squeezed him so severely, that Aniúna Boojoo could scarcely refrain from crying out. "You see I was right; it is only an old stump:' and the He then herd, being satisfied, lay down in the sun. shot the white lion, but did not kill him; and the red watched his opportunity, and raising his bow and arrow lions, escaping into the lake, carried their chief off with them, to his great mortification. He now began to roam through the wood in hopes of finding him, when at length he heard an old woman's voice singing and wailing most mournfully. He went to her, and addressed her, "Well, Granny, what is the matter?" "Oh, my son! have you not heard what Aniúna Boojoo has done?" "No, Granny; what has he done?" "He has shot our chief, the white lion; and I am going to cure him." But, Granny, what are you doing with those four strings?" south, and one to the cast, and one to the west; and "Oh, I am tying one to the north, and one to the then, whichever way Aniúna Boojdo goes, we shall catch him and kill him." "And how are you going to cure the white lion?" "I am going to sing certain songs, and to give him what I am gathering." He then learnt the songs which she was going to sing, and the direction for finding the "lodge" in which the sick lion lay; and having done this, he killed the old woman, cut off her head, and skinned her; and then getting into the skin, and putting on her head and clothes, he went to the lodge, singing the songs which minster Bridge, with the turrets and pinnacles of the old abbey in view; the new houses of parliament, seeming as if they rose out of the water, call forth passing observations; and still we paddle on, to Vauxhall, or, it may be, to the green fields of Chelsea, before we quit the boat. We have still time to ramble round the old hospital, and talk to some of its inmates. But daylight is departing; another steam-boat takes us on board. She carries a lantern at her prow, as do all the others; looking like glancing meteors on the dark water. Again a short voyage, and we are, once more, in narrow Thames Street. Nor have I told you one quarter of what we have seen. she had taught him; and the lions, being deceived by his appearance, and feigned voice, admitted him with out suspicion. He then raised his bow and arrow, and shot the lion through the heart, and killed him, and immediately took off the skin, and escaped. But the lions had power to make the water of the lake rise, and it soon rose to the place on which he was standing. He went to some high ground, but the water still rose and pursued him. He climbed into a high tree, and the water continued to rise, until he was standing on its very summit, and it had reached to his chin. He began to fear that he should be drowned; when, at length, he perceived that the water rose no higher. But all the world was drowned, and he knew not what to do, until he saw a beaver, to which he called-" Come here, good beaver, and dive, and bring up some earth, if you can, Another fine evening tempts us on the water. and I will make a new world, upon which you shall This time we are going to visit Greenwich. Unlive, and be much happier than in the old one." So mooring from the wharf, our vessel swings round the beaver complied; but he dived so deep and long, into the middle of the stream, and we have a comthat he was suffocated, and rose again, dead. He then saw a sea otter, to which he made the same request; plete view of London Bridge, with its five noble and he also complied, and with the same result. He arches, spanning the river. Now, fairly on our began almost to despair, when he saw a musk-rat, (mus- way, we glide past the Custom House on our left, quash,) which is a very quick and good diver; and he with its esplanade in front, dotted over with citizens made the same request and promise to it. The rat and merry children. A little further on is the fardived, and was long down, and at length rose, appa- famed Tower of London. The crowd of shipping rently dead; but Aniúna Boojoo shook it, and rolled thickens as we proceed, looking like a very forest it in his hands, and blew upon it, and breathed into its of masts; and, every now and then, the order mouth; and, after a while, it began to breathe again, shouted to the engineer below, "Ease her!" "Stop and opened its eyes. Then he examined its claws with her!" tells that some heavy barge, drifting slowly great care, and found a very small portion of earth sticking to them, which he took and rolled in the palm past, or sailing vessel, clearing out of the river, has come athwart our track. And now we are of his hand, frequently breathing upon it. And as he did so it increased until it was the size of his hand; above the famous Thames Tunnel, that wonder of when he laid it upon the water, and drew his finger the world! This is Wapping, with its thickly clusround the edge, until it was large enough to bear the tered houses, on our left, and on the opposite shore rat, which he then placed upon it. This walked con- is Rotherhithe. Now we pass the western entrance tinually round and round, until it increased, so as to to the West India Docks, communicating by a bear the weight of an otter; and so on, until it would canal, more than a mile in length, with the eastern support all large animals: and thus Aniúna Boojdo entrance. To the left of this canal, stretching into made the world again. the form of a crescent, is the Isle of Dogs, so called, from one of our kings having kept his hounds there. Those large buildings on the right belong to the Government Victualling Office at Deptford. But see! the domes of Greenwich Hospital are in view, with the noble old trees of the park in the back ground; we rapidly approach the quay, and have but just time to notice, in passing, the hulk o. an immense man-of-war, called the Dreadnought, now used as a refuge for sick and disabled seamen of all nations. We step on shore, and are surprised at the great extent of the buildings comprising the Government hospital; admiring, as we view them more closely, its domes, its colonnades, and rich architectural ornaments; the naval school finely closes in the view, crowned by the trees and observatory in the park. The right wing of the hospital, (looking at it from the river,) was built by Charles the First; subsequent monarchs added the remainder. Nearly five thousand individuals, including the children at the naval school, officers, and nurses, find a comfortable asylum within these walls; and, wherever we turn, the pensioners, in their grotesque dress, meet the eye. But we must spend a day here, if we would view the interior arrangements of the hospital and other objects of interest. (One of the Islands in Lake Superior is thought by the Indians to be the commencement of this new world.) Reading for the Young. RIVER STEAMERS.1 PLEASANT it is, after the labours of a sultry day passed in London's vast city, or in traversing her bustling streets, to take refuge in one of the many little steam-boats which now almost crowd her silent highway, the river Thames. The bell rings-let us hasten on board. Gently we glide towards the Surrey shore, threading our way among other steam-boats, huge cumbrous barges, and smaller craft. We pass under the vast centre arch of the Southwark Iron Bridge. On we go. Blackfriars Bridge appears, with its rows of heads. We lower our chimney to pass under. Another beauteous bridge meets our admiring gaze. This is the Waterloo, or Strand Bridge. Old Somerset House, with its massive stone-work close to the water's edge, is passed, and we are at Hungerford Wharf. Hungerford Suspension Bridge, now completed, arrests our attention. We glide through West (1) This and the Fable which follows are extracted from the Juvenile Museum of Entertainment, published by Harvey and Darton, Gracechurch Street; a very pretty and tastefully got up book, containing, in a series of short articles, much useful and interesting information for young people. To each of these is attached an excellent illustration, of which the engraving in page 128, (which has been obligingly lent us by the Publishers,) is a specimen. THE WOODMAN AND THE FOREST. A FABLE.-See Engraving p. 128. A COUNTRY fellow came one day into the forest, and looked about him with some anxiety; upon which, it is said, that the trees, with a curiosity natural to some other creatures, asked him what it was he was in want of. The woodman replied, that he only desired a small piece of wood, in order to make a handle to his hatchet. This seemed so modest a request, that the trees unanimously decided that he should have a piece of good, sound, tough ash. But the woodman, as soon as he had received it and fitted it to his purpose, began to lay about him most unmercifully; hacking and hewing, and laying prostrate some of the noblest trees in the forest: upon which the oak is said to have spoken thus to the beech, in a low whisper: "Brothers, we must take our fate for our pains.' MORAL.-Though we are commanded to forgive and love our enemies, yet we are not foolishly or inadvertently to put the means of injuring us into their power. THE CID AND HIS CREDITORS.1 THIS little incident in the life of the Cid Ruy Dias of Bivar is taken from the well-known Spanish Metrical Chronicle of the great hero. Muller's Ed. § 39. "What a pleasure it is," said the poet Shenstone, "to pay one's debts!" And he gives seven good reasons for the pleasure; which reasons it is of less consequence to transcribe, because they are best discovered by making the experiment. It will be seen by the gallant Cid's own candid confession, that he did not think his conduct in this transaction altogether fit for imitation; he seems to have somewhat too confidently also taken money for the hide, before he had killed the bear. But he seems to have been in no danger of forgetting, what some great men have forgotten in later times, that a reputation, however brilliant, is worth nothing to a man who does not pay his debts. WOULD you hear of brave Rodrigo, Is the test of gentle blood. One sole doubt it was that vex'd him,- For his road against the Moor. Ere your prudence answers nay. Ye would count it worth your gold. Ere a twelvemonth and a day, Each away their coffers bore, They were fill'd with shifting sand. Days and months pass on unheeded, And Rodrigo, brave as bold, Banish'd, wrong'd, despoil'd, heart-wounded,- - Bear two hundred marks of silver, And two hundred marks of gold; Bow'd beneath Misfortune's hand. Miscellaneous. "I have here made only a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own, but the string that ties them."-Montaigne. ORIGIN OF THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF MUSICIANS. NEAR the beginning of the last century, an eminent German oboist, named Kaitch, came to England, where his performance was for a long time in great request; but, being of improvident habits, he died in great poverty, leaving his family destitute. Soon afterwards, Festing, the famous violinist of that day, with Weidemann the flute-player, and Vincent the oboist, happened to observe two interesting little boys, who had an appearance above their condition, driving milchasses down the Haymarket; and found, on inquiry, that they were the orphan sons of poor Kaitch. Struck with pity for the children of their brother professor, these musicians instantly raised a subscription for their relief; and it was to the consideration suggested by this circumstance, of the necessity of establishing a fund for the benefit of the families of indigent musicians, that the profession owes the existence of "The Royal Society of Musicians," which excellent and most useful institution was founded in the year 1738. SAGACITY OF A DOG. DURING the American war, Captain Gregg, and a brother officer, returning from hunting, were fired upon by an ambush of Indians. Both fell, and the Indians coming up, struck them on the forehead with the tomahawk, and scalped them. Captain Gregg, in describing the operation, said, he felt as if molten lead were poured on his head; yet he had the hardihood to lie still, suppressing his breath, to make them suppose he was dead. When they had left him, he felt as if something cooling were applied to his burning head; this was caused by the coldness of the tongue of his dog, which was licking it. The dog, after fawning upon him, left him, and disappeared in the woods. Captain Gregg, in attempting to rise, found he was wounded in the back by a musket-shot, and severely bruised on the forehead by the stroke of a tomahawk, which would most probably have knocked out his brains, had not its force been broken by his hat. He crawled to his brother officer, who lay dead near him, and opening his waistcoat, laid his throbbing head upon his warm bosom; for the sticks and stones among which he lay were torture to him. Here he expected death to put an end to his sufferings. In the mean time, the dog hastened home to the cap tain's friends, and by his manner showed that some accident had befallen his master. They followed the dog, which guided them to the scene described, where they arrived just in time to save the life of Captain Gregg, who, under the care of a skilful surgeon, ultimately recovered. BATHS AND WASH-HOUSES FOR THE LABOURING CLASSES. THE baths and wash-houses for the labouring classes in the parish of St. Pancras, now in course of erection around the base of the extensive reservoir belonging to the New River Company, in the Hampstead-road, have been thrown open for the inspection of the public. The site for this building, occupying about 7,000 square fect, has been handsomely presented to the Committee by the New River Company, at the nominal rent of 58. per year, and the sum raised by voluntary contributions for the purpose of the erection amounts to about 6007. The building (the entrance to which is in George street, Hampstead-road) extends around the east, south, and northern sides of the reservoir, and the arrangements made, and rapidly progressing towards completion, will provide thirty single baths, twenty for men and ten for women, five vapour baths, and two large plunging baths. In the washing department, accommodation is provided for sixty-four washing compartments, &c. The River Steamers The Woodman and the Forest (with an Illustration) The Cid and his Creditors 126 Miscellaneous..... ....... 127 London:--Published by T.B.SHARPE, 15, Skinner Street, Snow-Lill. Printed by R. CLAY, Bread Street Hill. |