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This piece of petty spite sadly chagrin- was afraid," she said, “ that we should
ed the Tarasconians. Their "tarasque” find things very uncomfortable, but it
was endeared to them by its antiqui- was not in her power to receive ladies
ty, as well as by the amusement it af. and gentlemen as she had been used to
forded them. For four years the festival do before her misfortunes. A few years
of the “tarasque” remained uncelebrated, hence, if Buonaparte should but live, she
when an attempt was made to reestablish hoped, if we should happen to pass that
it; a new “tarasque" was procured by way again, we should see things in a very
subscription among the people; but this different state.” *
also was seized by the Arletins, and car-
ried over the river to Beaucaire, where it
remained ever since.

“ However," said a hostess of Tarascon “Now," we perceive in the “ Mirror of
to Miss Plumptre, “ since Buonaparte the Months,” that, "now, on warm even-
has happily restored order in France, we ings after business hours, citizens of all
are looking forward to better times, and ages grow romantic; the single, wearing
hope before the next festival of St. Mar- away their souls in sighing to the
tha, to be permitted to reclaim our ' ta- breezes of Brixton-hill, and their soles in
rasque,' and renew the procession." getting there; and the married, sipping

“Ah, ladies,” she added, “ you have no syllabub in the arbours of White Conduitidea how gay and how happy we all used house, or cooling themselves with hot to be at that time! The rich and the rolls and butter at the New River Head. poor, the old and the young, the men and “ Now, too, moved by the same spirit the women, all the same ! all laughed, all of romance, young patricians, who have danced, all sung ; there was not a sad face not yet been persuaded to banish themin the town. The ladies were all so emu. selves to the beauty of their paternal lous of leading the tarasque ! They were groves, fling themselves into funnies, and all dressed alike; one was appointed to fatigue their ennui to death, by rowing up regulate the dress, and whatever she or- the river to Mrs. Grange's garden, to eat dered the rest were obliged to follow. a handful of strawberries in a cup-full of Sometimes the dresses were trimmed with gold or silver, sometimes with lace, so Now, adventurous cockneys swim rich, so grand! God knows whether we from the Sestos of the Strand stairs to shall ever see such times again. Ah! it the Abydos of the coal-barge on the opwas only because we were so happy that posite shore, and believe that they have the people of Arles envied us, and had been rivalling Lord Byron and Leandersuch a spite against us; but they have no not without wondering, when they find reason to envy us now, we have had sorrow themselves in safety, why the lady for enough : ninety-three persons were guillo- whom the latter performed a similar feat tined here, and you may think what trou- is called the Hero of the story, instead of ble that has spread among a number of the Heroine, families. I myself, ladies, have had my “ Finally,--now pains-and-pleasureshare of sorrow. My husband was not taking citizens hire.cozey cottages for six indeed guillotined, but he was obliged to weeks certain in the Curtain-road, and fly the town to avoid it: he never quitted ask their friends to come and see them France, but went about from place to in the country."" place where he was not known, working and picking up a livelihood as well as he could; and it is only since Buonaparte

The Feast of Cherries. has been first consul that he has ventured There is a feast celebrated at Hamburg, to return. Besides, every thing that I had called the “feast of cherries,” in which of any value, my linen, my mattresses, troops of children parade the streets with my silver spoons

and forks, were all taken green boughs, ornamented with cherries, away by the requisition, and I can only to commemorate a victory, obtained in hope to have things comfortably about me the following manner :-In 1432, the again by degrees, if we are so lucky as to Hussites threatened the city of Hamburg get tolerable custom to our inn." And with an immediate destruction, when one then she entered upon a long string of apologies for the state of her house. “She

* Miss Plumptre's Travels in France


of the citizens, named Wolf, proposed article of food, that we remember so that all the children in the city, from lately as August, 1804, the then rector of seven to fourteen years of age, should be Boconnoc used to have turbot for supper, clad in mourning, and sent as suppli- which he considered as a good foundation cants to the enemy. Procopius Nasus, for a large bowl of posca, a sort of weak chief of the Hussites, was so touched with punch drank in that country. Having this spectacle, that he received the young witnessed on this day in 1822, the grand supplicants, regaled them with cherries Alpine view of the lake of Geneva, and and other fruits, and promised them to the Swiss and Savoyard mountains behind spare the city.

it, from Mount Jura, we are reminded to The children returned crowned with present the reader with the following exleaves, holding cherries, and crying cellent lines which we have met with in • victory !”—and hence, the “feast of “Fables, by Thomas Brown, the Younger," cherries" is an annual commemoration London, 1823. of humane feelings.*



'Twas late, the sun had almost shone
For the Every-Day Book.

His last and best, when I ran on,

Anxious to reach that splendid view
Native of Ponds! I scarce could deem

Before the daybeaṁs quite withdrew;
Thee worthy of my praise,

And feeling as all feel, on first
Wert thou not joyous in the beam

Approaching scenes, where they are told
Of summer's closing days.

Such glories on their eyes shall burst
But who can watch thy happy bands

As youthful bards in dreams behold.
Dance o er the golden wave,

'Twas distant yet, and as I ran, And be not drawn to fancy's lands,

Full often was my wistful gaze
And not their pleasures crave ?

Turned to the sun, who now began

To call in all his outpost rays,
Small as thou art to vulgar sight,

And form a denser march of light,
In beauty thou art born :-

Such as beseems a hero's flight.
Thou waitest on my ears at night,
Sounding thine insect horn.

Oh! how I wished for Joshua's power

To stay the brightness of that hour !
The sun returns—his glory spreads

But no, the sun still less became,
In heaven's pure flood of light;

Diminished to a speck, as splendid
Thou makest thine escape from beds,

And small as were those tongues of
And risest with a bite.

Where'er thy lancet draws a vein,

That on the apostles' heads descended. 'Tis always sure to sweil;

"I was at this instant, while there glowed
A very molehill raised with pain

This last intensest gleam of light,
As many a maid can tell.

Suddenly through the opening road
Yet, for thy brief epitome

The valley burst upon my sight;
Or love, life, tone and thrall ;

| That glorious valley with its lake,
I'd rather have a bump from thee,

And Alps on Alps in clusters swelling,
Than Spurz-heim, or from Gall.

Mighty and pure, and fit to make
J. R. P. The ramparts of a godhead's dwelling.

I stood entranced and mute as they

Of Israel think the assembled world

Will stand upon the awful day,
It is noted by Dr. Forster, that to When the ark's light, aloft unfurled
wards the end of July the fishery of Among the opening clouds shall shine,
pilchards begins in the west of England. Divinity's own radiant sign!
Through August it continues with that of Mighty Mont Blanc, thou wert to me
mullets, red surmallets, red gurnards,

That minute, with thy brow in heaven, and several other fish which abound on

As sure a sign of Deity

As e'er to mortal gaze was given our south-west coasts. In Cornwall, fish

Nor ever, were I destined yet is so cheap and so commonly used as an

To live my life twice o'er again,

Can I the deepfelt awe forget, • Philips's Account of Fruits.

The ecstacy that thrilled me then.

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'Twas all the unconsciousness of power Friday last. On his entering into the Aud life, beyond this mortal hour; county at Croft-bridge, which separates Those mountings of the soul within it from the county of York, he was met At thoughts of heaven, as birds begin by the officers of the see, the mayor and By instinct in the cage to rise,

corporation of Stockton, and several of When near their time for change of skies;

the principal nobility and others of the That proud assurance of our claim

county. Here a sort of ceremony w To rank among the sons of light,

Mingled with shame! oh, bitter shame! performed, which had its origin in the At having risked that splendid right,

feudal times," &c. For aught that earth, through all its range

The origin of the ceremony abore Of glories, offers in exchange!

alluded to is this. About the commence

ment of the fourteenth century, sir John 'Twas all this, at the instant brought, Conyers slew with his falchion in the Like breaking sunshine o'er my thought ; fields of Sockburne, a monstrous creature, "Twas all this, kiudled to a glow

a dragon, a worm, or flying serpent, that Of sacred zeal, which, could it shine

devoured men, women, and children. The Thus purely evez, man might grow,

then owner of Sockburne, as a reward for Even upon earth, a thing divine, And be once more the creature made

his bravery, gave him the manor with its To walk unstained the Elysian shade.

appurtenances to hold for ever, on con

dition that he met the lord bishop of No, never shall I lose the trace

Durham, with this falchion, on his first Of what I've felt in this bright place : entrance into his diocese, after his election

And should my spirit's hope grow weak, to that see. And in confirmation of this Should I, oh God! 'e'er doubt thy power, tradition, there is painted in a window of

This mighty scene again I'll seek, Sockburne church, the falchion just dow At the same calm and glowing hour;

spoken of; and it is also cut in marble, And here, at the sublimest shrine That nature ever reared to thee,

upon the tomb of the great ancestor of Rekindle all that hope divine,

the Conyers', together with a dog and Aud feel my immortality.

the monstrous worm or serpent, lying at his feet. When the bishop first comes

into his diocese, he crossses the riser NATURALISTS' CALENDAR.

Tees, either at the Ford of Nesham, or Mean Temperature ... 03.80.

Croft-bridge, at one of which places the lord of the manor of Sockburne, or his

representative, rides into the middle of July 30.

the river, if the bishop comes by Nesham,

with the ancient falchion drawn in his THE OLD GATES OF LONDON,

hand, or upon the middle of Croft-bridge; On the 30th of July, 1760, the materials and then presents it to the bishop, adof the three following city gates were dressing him in the ancient form of words. sold before the committee of city lands Upon which the bishop takes the falchion 10 Mr. Blagden, a carpenter in Coleman- into his hands, looks at it, and returns it street, viz.

back again, wishing the lord of the maAldgate, for

£177 10s. nor his health and the enjoyment of his Cripplegate, 91 0 Ludgate, 148 0

There are likewise some lands at Bishop's Auckland, called Pollard's

lands, held by a similar service, viz. New Bishop OF DURHAM

showing to the bishop one fawchon, at Bishop AUCKLAND CUSTOM. his first coming to Auckland after his To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.

consecration. The form of words made

use of is, I believe, as follows:

July 30, 1826. “ My Lord,-On behalf of myself as Dear Sir,- In the “ Times," of the well as of the several other tenants of i wenty-second instant, there is the follow. Pollard's lands, I do humbly present ing paragraph, copied from the Newcastle your lordship with this farochon, at your paper. "The bishop of Durham arrived first coming here, wherewith as the tradiat his castle at Bishop Auckland, on dion goeth, Pollard slew of old, a great

and venomous serpent, which did much • Briti i Ci ronologist.

harm to man and beast, and by the per



• The corn

July 31.

formance of this service these lands are lane, but whether on the same day or not holden.”

I cannot say ; how long these customs The drawing of the falchion and tomb have existed, or whence they originated in Sockburne church, I have unfortunately I do not know; they were before I, or lost, otherwise it should have accompanied the oldest man in the town, can this communication : perhaps some of member. your numerous readers will be able to

A SHOEMAKER. furnish you with it.

I remain,
Dear Sir, &c.

J. F.

By the “ Mirror of the Months,” the appearance of natural scenery at this sea

son is brought before us. The editor joins in his respected cor

fields are all redundant with waving gold respondent's desire to see a representa- --gold of all hues—from the light yellow tion in the Every-Day Book, of “ the of the oats, (those which still remain falchion and tomb in Sockburne church.” uncut,) to the deep sunburnt glow of the A correct drawing of it shall be accurately red wheat. But the wide rich sweeps of engraven, if any gentleman will be pleased these fields are now broken in upon, here to communicate one: such a favour will and there, by patches of the parched and be respectfully acknowledged.

withered looking bean crops ; by occasional bits of newly ploughed land, where

the rye lately stood; by the now darkenNATURALISTS' CALENDAR. ing turnips--dark, except where they are Mean Temperature...63 • 57. being fed off by sheep Hocks; and lastly

by the still bright-green meadows, now studded every where with grazing cattle, the second crops of grass being already gathered in.

“The woods, as well as the single timMAYOR OF BARTLEMASS.

ber trees that occasionally start up with

such fine effect from out of the hedge-rows, To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.

or in the midst of meadows and cornJuly 4, 1826. fields, we shall now find sprinkled with

what at first looks like gleams of scattered Sir,—The following is a brief notice of sunshine lying among the leaves, but the annual mock election of the “ mayor what, on examination, we shall find to be of Bartlemass," at Newbury, in Berk- the new foliage that has been put forth shire.

since midsummer, and which yet retains The day on which it takes place, is the all the brilliant green of the spring. The first Monday after St. Anne's; therefore, effect of this new green, lying in sweeps this year if not discontinued, and I believe and patches upon the old, though little it is not, it will be held on the thirty-first observed in general, is one of the most day of July. The election is held at the beautiful and characteristic appearances Bull and Dog public-house, where'a din. of this season. In many cases, when the ner is provided; the principal dishes sight of it is caught near at hand, on the being bacon and beans, have obtained for sides of thick plantations, the effect of it it the name of the “ bacon and bean feast.” is perfectly deceptive, and you wonder In the course of the day a procession takes for a moment how it is, that while the place. A cabbage is stuck on a pole and sun is shining so brightly every where, it carried instead of a mace, accompanied should shine so much more brightly on by similar substitutes for the other em- those particular spots.” blems of civic dignity, and there is, of course, plenty of “ rough music.” A

NATURALISTS' CALENDAR. “ justice” is chosen at the same time, some other offices are filled up, and the

Mean Temperature. . . 63. 60. day ends by all concerned getting completely“ how came ye so."

In the same town, a mock mayor and justice are likewise chosen for Norcutt

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The ears are fill’d, the fields are white,
The constant harvest-moon is bright.
To grasp the bounty of the year,
The reapers to the scene repair,
With hook in hand, and bottles slung,
And dowlas-scrips beside them hung.
The sickles stubble all the ground,
And fitful hasty laughs go round;
The meals are done as soon as tasted,
And neither time nor viands wasted.
All over-then, the barrels foam-

The “ Largess"-cry, the “Harvest-home!”
The “ Mirror of the Months” likens of youth are either fulfilled or forgotten,
August 10 " that brief

, but perhaps best and the fears and forethoughts connected period of human life, when ihe promises with decline bave not yet grown strong

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