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ys by them worne crosse overthwarte their backs, that Theis theire dooings are more cumlye and desent for rageng ruffians than seemlie for honest apprentizes!” In 1603 they are not“ to carde, dice, dauuce ormum,nor use any musick, either by nyght or day, in the streetes. They are not to wear any velvet or lace on their apparel, neither any silk-garters, silk or velvet girdles, silk points, worsted or Jersey stockings, shoe-strings of sylke, pumpes, pantofles or cork showes, hats lined with velvet, nor double cypress hat bands, or silk strings, nor clokes, and daggers, neither any ruffled bands but falling bands plain without lace, stiche, or any kind of sowen work, neither sball they wear their hair long, nor locks at their ears like ruffians.” In 1649, “ every apprentice shall cut his haire from the crown of his bead, keepe his foreheade bare, his locks shall not reach below the lap of his eare, and the same length behind: no beaver hats nor castors; no cutts, boot-hos tops, or culloured showes, or showes of Spanish lether, long-veb'd showes or boots; noe silk garters at all, or showe-strings better than ferret or cotton ribbin;, no gloves but plaine, no boots but when they ride.” On the seventh of December, three apprentices,
shewing themselves disobedient and very obstinate, were first in open court (where a dish is said to have been kept, by the edge of which their hair was cut pound) made exemplary by shortninge of their hayre,' and then in prisoned upon short allowance. The forwal appearance of these disfigured yonths provoked even the satire of those times; for, we find a brother of the society complained of for mocking them, and, in the coarsc and homely language of the age, calling them “ the company's coved tupps."
THE TABLES TURNED. ON Tuesday night, March 6, 1716, was seen a remark. able Aurora Borealis, which was interpreted by the Jacobite party, as an omen of God's displeasure against the ruling powers for beheading the rebel lords. A pleasant countryman, by an equally justifiable intcipretation, is said to have declared, that it was an illu
mination and public rejoicing in the heavens for the defeat of king George's enemies.
A DOUBLE-FACED SONG. THE following curious lines, which, though apparently loyal, breathe the very spirit of Jacobinism, are said to have been the production of one of the United Irishmen, and to have been a favourite song at the meetings which they held previously to their breaking out into open insurrection. The idea seems to have been borrowed from the famous double-taced Creed of the Jesuits, which bears a diametrically opposite sense when read' in columns, and when read in the usual manner. The figures denote the order in which lines should follow, according to the mental reservation of the Irish conspirators.
1 The pomp of courts, and pride of kings,
THE RULING PASSION. A LADY'S beauty is dear to her in every situation : in sickness'and even in death. Mrs. B-, daughter of Dean S-e, was a very lovely woman; she was worn out with a long and painful sickness. As, in ber last faintings, her attendants were rubbing her temples with Hungary water, she begged them to desist, fur “it would make her hair grey!"
FRENCH INDISCRETION AND IMPUDENCE. THE Count de Roye and his wife retired to Denmark, from France. As a French lieutenant general he was named grand marshal, and commanded all the king's troops; in 1836 he received the order of the Elephant. The respect paid to him and the countess was equal to the grandeur of their establishment. The kings of the north eat generally in company; and the count and countess had frequently the honour of being invited to the royal table, with Mademoiselle de Roye, their daughter.
At one of these dinners, it happened, that Madam de Roye, struck by the singular figure of the Danish queen, turned to her daughter, and asked her if she did not think that the queen resembled Madam Panache, as one drop of water resembles another?
Though this was said in French, it had not been pronounced low enough; the queen overheard it, and desired to know who Madam Panache waș.
The countess, surprised, auswered, she was a lovely lady of the French court. The queen took no notice of her surprise, but, uneasy at the comparison, wrote to Mageron, the Danish envoy at Paris, who had been there for some years, to inform her, who Mađam Pa. nache was, what her figure, her age, her rank, what her character in the court of France, and enjoined him to answer her questions with scrupulous accuracy.
Such an order threw Mageron into astonishment; he answered the queen that he could neither conceive bow Madam Panache came to be known to her, nor what were the motives of her curiosity. Madam Panache, he told her, was a little, old, blear-eyed, disgusting woman: a kind of beggar, who, by some means or other, had wriggled herself into the character of court dwarf who sometimes was at the supper of the king, some times at the dinner of monseigneur, the dauphiness, and inonsieur; now ạt Versailles, now ai Paris; the but of all who wanted to laugh, and at full liberty to say what she pleased; to scold, to call names, the more, the louder the mirth, whose pockets were sometimes filled with pieces of meat and ragouts till the sauce ran down on both sides of lier petticoats; who now received a piece of money, now a fillip on the pose, or a rap on the knuckles; and as she, half-blind, cursed them all round, afforded infinite merriment to the court.
This answer decided the fate of the countess of Roye. The queen, stung to the quick, demanded justice of 'the king : the king was displeased that strangers elevated to the first honours of his court, should make a jest of their benefactors; some of the first families in the country, and some ministers, were become jealous of the fortune and splendid establishment of the count de Roye; the queen obtained her wish: the count was thanked for bis services and desired to retire. Unable to weather the storın, he went to Hamburgh, and thence to England, where James II. a few months before the revolution, made him Earl of Lifford, an Irish peer. The title was inherited by his son.
COLONEL DOYLE. LORD CARLISLE, when Viceroy of Ireland, having conversed some time at the levee with a Mr. Bath, disa tinguished for pomposity, enquired, (there being two of the name, from the facetious Colonel Doyle, to which of the Baths he had been speaking. The answer was in every respect characteristic, “ The vapour Bath,
EQUIVOCATION. A FELLOW swore, in court, that he left the prin. cipal witness in such a condition, that, if he continued in it but half an hour longer, he must inevitably die. This was naturally understood of the desperate state of his disease: but the truth was, that he left him at a tavern, with a gallon of wine at his mouth, in the act of drinking. This fraud, which equals any thing that Cicero relates in bis * Offices,” lost the plaintiff his suit. Sir Edward Coke, who, with great judgment, had those strong prejudices, which a mere lawyer too often has, asserted, that a cause gained in the King's Bench by this Aagrant impostor, could not be reversed by the Court of Equity.
FOR THE POCKET MAGAZINE.
THE COMPLAINT OF AN ESSAYIST. SIR-If the following recital of pains and penalties will afford amusement, or excite syınpathy, it will be some satisfaction to the author, and enable him to bear with patience the many ills which daily fall to his share, from the imprudence, (if it may be so lermed, of a few hours; but, as I hate a long preface, which most of my breibren seem to value themselves upon, I shall at once proceed to my statement, knowing that the good natured reader will pass over or mend any inaccuracies of style, or impurity of diction, which, (it is not unlikely) he may meet with in its perusal,
some time since, for want of better employment, I wrote a few essays, merely for the sake of relaxation after the fatigues of business, and a kind of mental set-off against the long catalogue of miseries, which, as my friend Croaker observes, is the constant atten dant of those whom misfortune has doomed to pass fifty or sixty years in this lower world.
I wrote, and that with great good humour, as I was not conscious of being subject to the lash of the critic, or the animadversions of the scholar.
One fine afternoon, tempted by the mildness of the weather, and the refreshing verdure of nature, I strolled abroad, leaving my paper case on the table, in my sanctum sanctorum, alias, my study. My wife, (heaven bless'her!) took a strolling fit at the same moment, and, as fate would have it, directed ber steps where she never was before; to be brief, she went to the seat I had just quitted, and without further ceremony, (being fond of researcb,) thought proper to ransack my papers. Now, though
“ The gods took care of Cato,” we never hear they were so partial to any essays which perchance he may have written; so my good genius, being, like modern watchmen, half asleep at the time when vigilance is most required, left my " better part" at full liberty; a privilege which you will shortly perceive she made good use of.