is found!

They who exceed their incomes by splendour in dress or equipage, may be said to resemble a ToWN ON FIRE -which SHINES by that which DE STROYS it.

Is not care to adorn oneself a proof of humility; as it shews we are desirous to please?

One of the delights of virtue is the sensibility to the charms of nature;: farewell innocence, when rural life affords no pleasure: then the mind is corrupted, and its objects are changed for worldly and sensual pursuits. The odour and beauty of the meadow, the purling of the rill, the song of the bird, the sporting tricks of the lamb or kid, the spirit of the horse, or the fidelity of the dog, are lost on the insipid taste of the worldling; he prefers gloomy November, as the season for pecuniary transactions, to the merry month of May and all its delights, and thinks the study of the creation a childish pursuit.

seven miles in three hours, for five guineas. He performed his part twenty minutes within the liniited time, and is said to have evinced more energy of character and strength of acting than his audience in general gave him credit for; proving, to the satisfaction of all belolders, that he was well calculated to DRAW.

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VOL. II.

In our first volume we inserted several articles, descriptive of various modes of torture resorted to in different nations, illustrated in two or three instances by curious cuts: see more particularly the Scottish Instrument of Torture, p 105; the Punishments of the Cage and Boor pp. 225 and 241; and the horrible operation of Empalement p. 305. We might also refer to the account of the execution on the Wheel, of the Portuguese conspirators, p. 20, and

numerous similar details, but to swe'l this article any farther with references to narratives which are probably familiar to most of our subscribers, scems to be needless; we shall therefore only add that a striking instance of the inefficacy and infallibility of torture as a mode of extorting confession may be found at p. 397 of our first volume. Indeed, leaving out of view altogether its utility, torture of any kind will never be practised but by half-civilized nations: when cul

prits deserve death, the execution of their sentence should be as speedy aud void of pain as possible.

Our cut this week depicts a mode of ingenious cruelty, the invention of which, we believe the Turks may claim the HONOUR of. The occurrence of barbarous punishments among that people is thus spoken of in Thornton's "Present State of Turkey," 1807-Torture is secretly but not unfrequently practised. The motive for inflicting it, is generally to extort the confession of concealed property, and the scene of these inhuman proceedings is a building within the walls of the Seraglio, called the OVEN, because it was formerly used as such. I was acquainted with an Armenian, who had been confined and tortured into a renunci

ation of all his hereditary and acquired property; his partner, more resolate, resisted, to death, all the horrible means employed to force him to a confession, and thereby left his family in affluence. I listened with borror to the relation of their sufferings, which were aggravated by the malice of the executioner, who would insultingly complain of the fatigue of his morning's duty, exact from them the most menial services, and at every repast dip into the same dish with them his hand reeking with their blood.""

The torture of the Cord, which our cut depicts, is produced by fastening the unhappy victim to a post or cross, and then tightly binding his limbs and body in various parts with ropes, so as entirely to suspend the circulation of blood, and occasion. the most terrible agony, which from time to time is heightened by suddenly slackening the ligatures, and allowing the vital Auid to resume its course; till at length, when the patience or malignity of the executioner is exhausted, the victim is finally and firmly bound to his cross, and in this dreadful state left to perish,

"Studying hard at his good books: And Georgy, Barnvell vent and stuck. him,

"All amongst the erows and rooks. Fol de riddle di do !"

Never was there a more delightful example than this of what poets and painters call REPOSE. Barnwell's uncle seated in the midst of rural tranquillity, surrounded by trees, crows, and rooks, studying good books - the Bible and Prayer-book probably; but all too little to soften the ruthless heart of his depraved nephew. It may be proper to notice that certain Cockney-writers have imagined the grove here mentioned was Camberwell Grove; but the silence of the poem upon the subject, shews that there is no authority for such a supposition, any more than for that of confounding George's master with his uncle, since the appear to have been perfectly distinct personages. The denouement now approaches rapidly :—

"Ven Milvood found he'd got no money,

"Not so much as to buy a jewel, "She vent that wery day and peach'd him

"Now was not that hair wery cruel ? Fol de riddle i do!"

Let all heedless young men observe this well, and take warning by it. No sooner does the mercenary w wretch find that our hero's money is all expended, than she at once gives him up to justice-for such I imagine to be the meaning of “ peach'd him." The word is of great antiquity; and I recollect Gay makes use of it in the "Beggar's Opera."-How pathetic is the concluding apostrophe “ Now vas not that hair wery cruel?" Cruel indeed, Observe, slie goes at once;

that wery day." Unrelenting wretch! No qualms of conscience, no feelings of pity deter her; but the moment she finds him penniless, she betrays him. Unhappy Barnwell! Thy doom is now fixed."

At her fate no one lamented,. "But every body pilled his'n, "Ven out come the cruel hangman, To put the cord about his wiser, Fel de riddle di do "

Don't go with the naughty dickybirds.

Fol de riddle di do !"

The most affecting part of this history is contained in the concluding stanza. Without any previous introduction, or even the slightest allusion to her, we at once picture to ourselves the whole history of this marchant's darter," who doubtless became enamoured of Georgy while resident at her papa's mansion in Cheapside, and now dies brokenhearted at his loss. To mark the importance of what he is about to relate, the author has given a duplication of the rhyme in the first line, the only instance of the kind in the whole poem. And how exquisitely is the young lady's affliction described. Shakspeare's "sitting like patients on the Monument, smelling at beef," is very fine; but inferior, I think, to the " Tears she shed, but spoke no vords," of our author. In how amiable, in how affecting a light does it represent this beautiful young lady. Who but must pity her untimely fate, and curse the machinations which gave rise to it. The winding up is very fine, and conveys a most admirable moral.

I have not hitherto noticed the musical burthen of this poem, “Fol de riddle di do! Who will say that the far-famed Down, down, derry down, is fit to be compared with it.

I have sometimes fancied that the concluding di do ought to be written as a proper name, thus-Dido, in order to remind the reader of another instance of the ill effects of unhallowed love, in the case of the unfortunate Queen of Carthage. I shall say little more upon this masterpiece, further than that the style is admirably characteristic; the scene being laid in Loudon, the Cockney idiom is carefully preserved throughout; a circumstance which I doubt not will recommend it to the especial favour of Mr. Leigh Hunt, the great King of Cockaigne, with his sagacious tribe of admirers and imitators. I here conclude, satisfied with having restored to the world the most faultless piece of poetry our language can boast of. Upper Story. 20th Novr. 1823.

BOB SHORT.

ESTHER INGLIS,

THE CALLIGRAPHIST.

Ts lady lived in the reign of Queer Elizabeth, and as a calligraphist, or fine writer, it is supposed has never been surpassed, if equalled. Whatever she wrote she expressed in the finest characters; her writing was the admiration and astonishment of all who saw it, on account of its exactness, beauty, and variety.

One of the many delicate pieces she wrote, was in the possession of Mr. Samuel Kello, her great grandson, in 1711

others are deposited in the Castle at Edinburgh; in the library of Christ-Church, Oxford, are the psalms of David written in French with her own hand; and in the Bodeleyan library are two more of her manuscripts, preserved with great care. One of them is entitled Le Six vingt etix Quatrains de Guy de Tour, Sieur de Pybrac, escrits par Esther Inglis,pour son dernier adieu, ce 21 jour de Jain, 1617. In the second leaf is written, in capital letters, "To the right worshipfull my very singular friende Joseph Hall, doctor of divinity, and dean of Worchester, Esther Inglis wisheth all increase of true happiness Junii xxi 1617." In the third leaf is her