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Whereas a multiplicity of dangers are wine, now arrived and just landed, often occurred, by damage of outrageous at 16d. per quart without doors and accidents by fire, we whose names are un. 18d. within : new Viana red at the dersigned, have thought proper, that the same: new Sherries at 20d.per quart: benefit of an engine bougħt by us, for the Palm Canary at 28. per quart with better extinguishing of which by the acci- out, and 28. 4d. within: and Barcedents of Almighty

God may unto us hapa lona, deep, bright, strong, at 12d. per pen, to make a rate, to gather benevolence for the better propagating such useful in. quart without doors and 14d. within."

The last paragraph in the advertiseCan any thing be more perfect than ment gives us a reason for the two the confusion of intellect displayed in prices ; namely, “ there are good this ingenious composition?

rooms and accommodations for genBut it is not for their amusing qua. fire, and accommodation was pro

tlemen," so that the charge for room, lities alone that such a selection of advertisements is to be regarded, drunken, and a bonus was held out

portioned to the quantity of wine since nothing affords us more authen- to those who would partake of their tic information on the pursuits, plea- indulgences at home and with their sures, tastes, traffic, and employ- families. ments of the times gone by than these perishable memorials. We have very tion was offered in No. 235, in a no

But perhaps the strongest temptalately fallen in with a considerable tice which we copy entire : portion of The Spectator in its original folio numbers, and have en- The richest Palm Canary Wine that joyed those admirable papers with ever was drank, for 28s. the Dozen, Bottles higher zest, from the column of ada and all; of a noble racy Flavour, never vertisements which accompanies the touch'd since it came over, if one man may shorter articles. These almost per- believe another, but purely neat from the suade a person that he is living in the Grape, bottled off from the Lees; no Sack days of Addison and Steele, for the in England so good : All that taste it like new plays, new publications, old it, Quality and Gentry send for it over wines, and older pictures, together it not a choice Flower. The longer 'tis

over, which they would not do, were with milk of roses for the ladies, and kept the richer it grows. Sold only at the famous blacking for the gentlemen, Golden Key in Hoyden Yard in the Minomeet him in every corner, with very ries. None less than three Bottles. Also little variation (price excepted), from the remainder of about 50 dozen of curious similar announcements in the Morn- French Claret (in Bottles) which a Gentleing Post of yesterday.

man (deceas'd) reserved for his own drinkAmong the various temptations ing. Sold at 338. a dozen, Bottles and all, held forth, we confess that our mouths

none less than 4 Bottles. It is entire and somewhat watered at the delicious

neat Wine, so choice good, that none that wines, “neat as they came from the it, a certain Person of Quality had a con

understand true French Claret can dislike grape, of the best growth in Portugal

. siderable number of dozens of' it. To

be sold by the importer in a vault in Brabant-court, Philpot-lane ; viz. In the latter end of 1711, Estcourt Red and White Port at 5s. per gallon. the player, took the Bumper tavern, Red and White Lisbon at 5s. 6d." in James-street,

Covent-garden, This appears in No. 221, Nov. 13, which he opened on the first day of 1710, and the same paper tells us that the new year, with a new supply of “ The merchant, at his house in Min- wines, bought of Brookes and Helcing-lane, next to Tho. Palmer, Esq. lier, the Smiths and Chalier of the has on sale a fresh parcel of new day. In No. 264, of the Spectator, French wines, viz. Obryan Claret at is a puff of Estcourt's house, written, 3s. the bottle, or 3s. 9d. the flask; no doubt, by Steele, who probably Hermitage and Burgundy at 5s. the had good reasons for the indulgence; flask.”_" Messrs. Smith and Come and in an advertisement at the end pany under Thavies Inn, offer their of the paper for Dec. 28,* the franew natural red and white Oporto ternity of wine-bibbers are assured,

* By the way, the Editor of any new edition of the Spectator would do well to print Estcourt's advertisement, as a note to Steele's paper, 264, as without it the drift of Sir Roger's supposed Letter is not very easily understood.

that they cannot fail of having the great Quantities of Flanders-Lace, with vavery best of wines there, because riety of new fashion Patterns : She bought “ honest Anthony the vender is a them there herself, so will sell great Pennyperson altogether unknowing in the worths by Wholesale or Retail (No. 415). wine trade." This, perhaps, is the

The species of advertisement in only instance on record of a man being calculated to make a better ficient, when compared with the pa

which the SPECTATORS are most detradesman than his neighbours, because he does not understand his lnsi pers of the present day, are those ness ; although it is obvious that the from one part of the kingdom to an

which promise rapid conveyances inference intended to be drawn is, other. We have only discovered one that he was ignorant only of the that at all relates to this subject. tricks of the trade, and would not mar his master's wine by mixing. It A Coach and six able Horses will be at would be well for us if we had a few the one Bell in the Strand to Morrow bea' such unpractised vintners in these ing Tuesday the 10th of this Instant June, days, when bottles are blown twenty- bound for Exon, Plymouth, or Falmouth, two to the dozen, and more Port- where all Persons shall be kindly used. wine is sold in London in six months (No. 400.) than comes to all England in twenty- Now as the six able horses aforefour.

said were to perform the whole jourLest the ladies should suppose they ney, we suppose that the happy paswere forgotten, the advertising co- sengers might be some six or seven lumns of the Spectator teem with days before they arrived at their “The chrystal cosmetick, which cures destination, so that the promise of all red faces (No. 386),” as well as kind usage on the road was not alThe famous Bavarian Red Liquor :

together superfluous. It is well Which gives such a delightful blushing

known, that at the period in which Colour to the Cheeks of those that are White the coach and six able horses started or Pale, that it is not to be distinguished for Falmouth, no person thought of from a natural fine Complexion, nor per. taking a journey from York to Lonceived to be artificial hy the nearest Friend. don without first making his will, Is nothing of Paint, ci in the least hurtful, and then taking a solemn farewell of but good in many Cases to be taken in- his family and friends. Even in so wardly. It renders the Face delightfully short a distance as from London to handsome and beautiful ; is not subject to Oxford, so late as 1730, the coaches be rubb'd off like Paint, therefore cannot performed the fifty-six miles in two be discover'd by the nearest Friend. It is certainly the best Beautifier in the World. days, during winter, and in one day, Is sold only at Mr. Payn's Toyshop at the reckoning it from twelve to fourteen Angel and Crown in St.

Paul's Church-yard, hours, during the summer months ; near Cheapside, at 3s. 6d. a Bottle, with

a distance now easily accomplished Directions (No. 234).

in six, or, at most, seven hours. We

must, however, leave Mr. Freeling Then there is “ Angelic Snuff, the to enjoy the credit of these improvemost noble composition in the world, ments, since we are entirely indebted certainly curing all manner of dis- to the Post-office and his good maorders, and being good for all sorts

nagement there for the change that of persons” (No. 386), as well as has taken place; a change (notwith“ a small quantity of double distilled standing its long and daily enjoywaters, made by Troteme Ribequi, ment makes us insensible of the adprincipal distiller to the Duke of Sa- vantage) as remarkable as any, even voy,” at the trifling price of three

the most important, invention of these guineas a chest (No. 394), and above latter days, and which has rendered all,

us, in this particular, the envy and At the Lace Chamber on Ludgate-hill, admiration of the world. kept by Mary Parsons, is lately come over

side ;

A SABBATH AMONG THE MOUNTAINS. Of this little, sweet, and enthusi- siderable share of the grace and astic poem, we have no wish to give charms of poesy. a regular account; indeed no very To say that the poem is the image regular account can be rendered of a of a Scottish sabbath day, will prework recording the various feelings, sent a complete idea of it to many of and duties, and meditations of a our readers; these lines are characsingle day, and which aspires after teristic : no particular regularity of narrative,

That morn the Isle with expectation or strict continuity of action. To a

bright, lover of silent or animated nature- Its people pours from valley and from to one to whom the sabbath comes,

height. not alone as a release from the dust The tartand maidens, link'd in rosy wreath, and sweat of weekly toil, but as a Glitter like sunbeams from the mountain time for purer aspirations and chast- heath. ened thought, and the meek and mild There the fair infant group, a mother's austerities of devotion, these verses pride, . will be very welcome. We know Collect the wild flowers by the pathway not that they display great originality of thought, or contain much of that Or gathering round her, arm in arm en

twine, rapt and inspired fervour which sheds By her attracted, in her radiance shine. such a charın over the contemplative în straggling bands the aged men appear, poetry of Wordsworth. The follow- Like venerable Patriarchs in the rear, ing passage affords a good specimen And, to the customs of their country true, of the mannered beauty which dis- Robed in the mountain plaid, and bonnet tinguishes our author's style:

blue, There is an isle by balmy breezes blest, Strong in the Scriptures, though in humble A green gem in the ocean of the west,

guise, Where first the spring unfolds the moun

Unletter'd Sages by the evangile wise ; tain flower,

Men who, by toil, a scanty pittance earn, And summer lingers longest in the bower;

Yet mitred heads from their discourse might

learn. Bright ocean-lakes the favour'd shores surround,

The little barges on the billows ride, Waving in sun-light like a zone unbound;

A navy of fair spirits on the tide ; Stretching afar among romantic hills,

Like milk-white doves, on outstretch'd Till to the charmed eye they seem like rills; With a smooth motion, in the gentle gale;

wings they sail Groves of unsullied verdure fringe the land, Peace with her olive in the canvass beams, Whose branches cast their shadows on the strand,

Hope leads the way, and in a rainbow Or are within the liquid mirror scen,

gleams, In forms more lovely and a softer green.

While glistening through the trees the Smooth as the summer sea the valley lies,

suliny spire, The little hills like summer billows rise,

Is the bright beacon of each bark's desire.

(P, 15, 16.) Succeeding still in gentle interchange, Amid the garden, or the woodland range ; To those of a strict contemplative Till nature seems the work of matchless art, mind, who prefer the matter to the And art like nature steals upon the heart.

manner, and to whom religion alone,

(P. 10.) without any external accompaniThis writer's lines have more of ments, is ever dearest, we perhaps the gentleness and meekness of James are not enhancing the beauty of the Grahame, than of any other of the poem by saying, that its scene is laid worthies of sacred verse. There is in a region of romantic beauty,-in more softness than strength,-more one of the little lovely lake isles of to move the heart to sober and staid Scotland. But the peasantry of the gladness, than to warm and elevate north will like it not the less. Much it. The outward and inward man of as they are averse to the intrusion of a presbyterian assembly is reflected sculptural or architectural beauty with great truth, and with no incon- upon their devotions, they are lovers

* A Sabbath among the Mountains, a Poem in two Parts, 2d Edition. Edinb. 1823.


of the works of God's hand, and Land of the lark, that like a seraph sings, fond of worshipping him among Beyond the rainbow, úpon quivering wings; their own green mountains and amid Land of wild beauty and romantic shapes, the open air. They are a thoughtful

Of shelter'd valleys and of stormy capes ; and poetical people, and lovers of Of the bright garden and the tangled brake, Milton, and Thomson, and Jeremy

Of the dark mountain and the sun-light Taylor, and Burns; and though

Land of my birth and of my father's grave, they call not in the aid of instru

The eagle's home, the eyrie of the brave; ments of music to assist them in

Land of affection, and of native worth ; their devotions, and are content to Land where my bones shall mingle with spend the sabbath in a very humble the earth; tabernacle, yet when they dream of The foot of slave thy heather never stain'd, paradise, they dream of a green hill Nor rocks that battlement thy sons proand a spreading vale, a waving wood

faned; and a running stream--a dream of Unrivall'd land of science and of arts, their native land. They may recog

Land of fair faces and of faithful hearts; nise its features (and also the poetical Land where Religion paves her heavenward ones of a certain illustrious Scotch Land of the temple of the living God ! Minstrel) in our author's concluding Yet dear to feeling, Scotland, as thou art, lines :

Should thou that glorious temple e'er desert, Dear to my spirit, Scotland, hast thou I would disclaim thee, seek the distant shore been,

Of Christian isle, and thence return no Since infant years in all thy glens of green ; more.(P. 44, 45.) Land of my love, where every sound and sight

To them, therefore, the Sabbath Comes in soft melody, or melts in light;

among the Mountains will be welLand of the green wood by the silver rill,

come: we wish we could be as cerThe heather and the daisy of the hill, tain of its being acceptable to the The guardian thistle to thy foemen stern, peasantry of England. The wild-rose, hawthorn, and the lady-fern;



Do I yet press ye, O rushes ?-though the light
From yonder orient point bursts in full dawn?
Daughter of mists ! fair morning, thou dost blush
To find me yet unrisen. Lift up thy veil,
Lift up thy dewy veil, Goddess of Prime !
And smile with all thy luxury of light.
Breathe me a kiss, an earthly lover's kiss,
Such as thou gavest the hunter-boy; and pour
The perfume of thy sighs around my

This is the hour for Rhapsody. Arise !
Thou slumbering son of Song, and mount the hill.
A light thin mist hangs o'er the tumbling sea,
Hiding some grand commotion. Look ! oh, look!
The reddening, foaming, thundering ocean swells,
With its up-springing birth. Wind, burst the cloud,
That the dread King

of Glory may look forth !
He comes ! he comes ! the purple-flowing waves
Spread him a gorgeous carpet. Hail, o Sun !
Thou who dost shower thy golden benefits,
More liberal than all earth's mightiest kings!
Thou who dost fling exuberant wealth around,
And of thy rich profusion prodigal,
Scatterest superfluous bounty o'er the world!
O, thou ascending wonder ! thou great type
Of thy still greater cause! thou symbol-star
Of intellectual brightness infinite !

How does the eye of rapture flow with joy
As the hills brighten, and the valleys dim
Tinge their dark verdure with thy matin ray!
My soul expands, like thy magnificence,
As I behold thee rise. This is the time,
When the heart pants with over-teeming life,
To range the blooming lawns. The dewy glade,
The tender-vested slope, the mossy bank,
The rushy-bosom’d dell, are now the haunt
Of the fond Rhapsodist. The foot of ecstasy,
The light, wing’d foot of ecstasy, springs o'er,
Nor crushes the half-waken’d flowers; they think
It but the passing sigh of morn that bows them,
Sweeping the woodland with its soft sweet wing.
Gems of my meek ambition ! let me catch
The lustre of your radiance fresh with dew.
Waken, O rose ! O fragrant-breasted rose !
Thou ever-blushing maiden of the field !
Are thy love dreams so sweet, thou fear’st to wake?
Ah! thou young shrewd one! thou dost keep thy breast .
Close for yon travelling bee, whose sylvan hum
Taketh thine amorous ear.

Thou smilest-ay-
But blush still deeper as you smile. Farewell !
O, thou lone blue-bell! sleeping in thy nook
Under the cliff, sleeping the morn away!
Look from thine eyrie, darling of the rock !
Look at thy sister-bud, the mountain-queen,
Turning her little treasure to the sun,
Glistening and gay with dew: Hast thou no charms
In that sweet breast, that pale-blue breast of thine ?-
Ope thee, fine floweret. Delicate girl of the bank!
Pale primrose, where art thou ? Just wakening !
Thine eye half-closed, and thy all-beauteous head
Still drooping on thy bosom : 0, look up !
The waning moon her crystal light retires,
And the red blazonry of morn begins.
The laughing plains, the yellow-coated hills,
The flashing torrent, and the sun-bright lake,
The plumy forest fluttering all in sheen,
Lie like a landscape wash'd with swimming gold.
Thou that believest, unprofitably wise,
This but the waking vision of my soul,
This but the Rhapsodist’s bewilder'd dream,
View thou the morning-dawn-and doubt no more.

Life has its wintry time ere sullen Age

Has scatter'd o'er our heads his cheerless snows,

And man begins to wish for calm repose,
And sighs to end his weary pilgrimage,
Long-long before his spring-time years have fled;

With spirits broken-prospects wither’d—left

Like some green valley of its verdure reft
By sudden blight, in desolation-dead.
For sorrow's cloud will dim youth's brightest ray,

And change its summer hopes to bleak despair,

And strip the tree of young ambition bare, And coldly waste the bloom of heart away. Tempests scowl round where quiet late has been And joy, the swallow, flies life's wintry scene.

V. D.

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