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this in the course of my life! A man had need take good and we tink she pe a witch, a fery creat terrible witch, care what he says and what he does in this world; for there for she pe knowing all tings tat efer was done since te world are seers and hearers that he little weens of in his philo- was maide. And she pe knowing fwhat man's pe kissing sophy. Why, here is a quean, a merry-conceited quean, te mhaids, and fwhat mhaids pe under lhoving to men; who knows all the purposes of my heart, as well as if they and she know some tings apoot you too, my lord,—He, were written on it, and a window in my breast through he, he! Ay, she pe knowing some tings apoot you too.” which to read the scroll. I am utterly confounded at Lord George went down to the entrance-hall, and orwhat she has told me, and confess myself an egregious dered her attendance; and behold, there was his unacfool. But I'll give her the lie for once; for I'll go and countable friend the gipsy-woman! He was greatly ask the Lady Margaret Ogilvie, and wed her too, if it struck by her appearance there, especially as it at tbat were for nothing more but rendering that inscrutable moment occurred to him what she had so lately foretold, witch's forebodings of none avail. Yes, I will. I had namely, “ that he should never ask the Lady Margaret resolved on it before, it is true, and am resolved on it still.” | Ogilvie, for that before he beheld her, he should lose his

The next day, as he was riding in light armour, and heart to another ;” and he already found these words mounted in green and gold, through the wood of Craigy, verified. She addressed him jocularly, asking for the lady and, it was believed, on his road to court and to wed the Margaret Ogilvie, and how his suit there had thriven; Lady Margaret Ogilvie, he met with a beautiful young but he answered, that he was much more concerned lady riding on a black palfrey, and clothed also in green, about another, and if she would tell him who that other with a veil of green gauze, that hung down to her knee. one was, where she was, and what was her lineage, he The earl doffed his velvet bonnet to her, that waved with would give her other two French crowns. splendid plumage, and accosted her in courtly phrase—for “ I can only tell you, my noble lord,” said she," that his heart was overcome by her great beauty, which ex- she is not who you think she is, where you think she is, celled all that he had ever beheld in woman; and he felt nor what you think she is. And haply, if you knew all earnestly disposed to do homage at its shrine. With badi- these things truly, you would not like her so well, and nage of wit and flattery, he detained her, eager to dis- mayhap you might like her better. But my errand here cover her name and lineage ; but she concealed both with was to warn you not to pursue this amour farther, till great good-humour, at one time calling herself Bess, at you see the issue of your last one ; for the deeds then another Marjory, and finally told bim, that she was the done, and the words then uttered, must be answered for.” Queen of the Fairies. Lord George was as much de- “ Out upon them all, and upon you, witch !” exclaimlighted with her good-humour and pleasantry, as with ed he, as if with disgust. “I will have no farther conber extraordinary beauty, and resolved, if possible, not to nexion with any of that house." part with her; and when she asked to be directed to the “ My lord, I have but one thing to say. You have comchapel of Craigy, he instantly proffered to accompany mitted yourself—the words have been said that cannot be her, and likewise find some business with the chaplain unsaid ; and, be assured, you must either take a wife out when they got there.

of that house, or lose your head. There is that power But, in place of conducting her to the chapel of Craigy, engaged in it that resistance is vain." which lay several miles to the westward, be rode straight “ Out upon you, witch,” cried he; “ you are some with her into his own castle, which, owing to the vene- emissary of that malignant house, therefore hence with rable woods that then surrounded it, she never saw till you. I am more concerned about one word you said, than she rode into the court, and that moment the portcullis about all that house and its too powerful faction;" and fell behind them.

so saying, he left her, and hasted up the stair.

" It is “ If this be the chapel of Craigy, sir,” said she," it is true,” said he to himself, “ that I do not know who she on a very extensive scale, and its sacred portals rather is; but sure I know well enough where she is.” He then of a singular construction. What may be the meaning of sent his aunt to call the lovely stranger, but the lady was this?”

gone-vanished once and for ever—and how she made “ The chaplain is here, my lady Queen of the Fairies,” her escape, no man could tell—but her palfrey still resaid he ; "and, explicitly, you are now my prisoner for mained in the stall. The earl was now rendered quite the remainder of this day and the following night.” stupid with astonishment, and caused his servants to run

“ Well, I like this extremely, it is so romantic,” said here and there, and search the most unfeasable places, she. “ And now that I know whose hands I am in, and but the lady was lost. his high honour and gallantry, instead of pretending to In the course of a week, and while the earl was still take offence, I assure you, my lord, I am very happy at ruminating on the angelic beauty of the young lady and being under your roof. You know I can fly off like a her mysterious disappearance, and really reasoning with beetle, or sail away in a gossamer shroud, on any offence himself whether or not she could have been a human taken."

creature, he was seized by a warrant from the regent and The earl was never so much delighted. He lifted her carried to prison, to answer for the deforcement of a lady from her palfrey in his arms, carried her into the en- of high rank, and making away with her in his own trance-hall, kissed her, and welcomed her to his castle. castle! When examined, he withheld nothing, but his To describe all the endearments which he lavished on tale gained no credence; and there being a powerful facher that day, and that evening, is impossible ; for he be- tion then against him, and the lady's palfrey and part of came every hour more and more enamoured of her as he her dress being found, he was declared guilty by a majodiscovered her rare endowments, and heard her converse rity of bis peers, and the advocate pleaded hard for his and sing with such fluency, both in the French and Ita- immediate execution and forfeiture to the lady's father ; lian languages; and, at a late hour, they parted, highly but he was adjudged to imprisonment for a year and a delighted with each other.

day in the first place, lest the lady should make her apThe next morning, the earl was early astir, impatient pearance. again to meet his lovely guest ; and he waited and wait- Although matters stood thus hard with him, he was ed, but still she did not leave her apartment. At length overwhelmed only with love. He scarcely thought of his impatience was in part diverted by a servant telling his own perilous state, but ever and anon of the lovely him that there was a woman in the castle, who refused creature who had brought him to it. He saw her night to go away till she had seen him in private ; and, more- and day in his mind's eye, in all her beauty, sweetness, over, that no one knew how she came there, for that the and condescension, and he would have given the whole portcullis had never been raised since the time that he him- world to have seen her again in reality. self had entered ; and he added, “ Inteed, my lord, she In the midst of these bardships, he was assailed by pe fery strainge kerling, and have creat teall of chatt; another great personage, mentioned before, regarding his

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conduct to one of his family, and a sacred promise of deprived you of your true sight, that thus you insist on
marriage given. This was made out an exceedingly bad my taking home my young kinswoman with me, and at
story, and excited the indignation of the reformers in a the same time stand swearing you will never part with
terrible degree, though it seems only to have been an her? That lady, my lord, is your bride, your married
affair of very common gallantry, which the lady herself wife. Look at the ring you so lately put on her finger.”
seems never to have resented. The earl was bardly set; The lady stretched forth her hand, and Lord George
his life was at stake, and if he escaped with that, he saw mechanically stretched forth bis ; but his eyes were daz-
nothing but debasement and ruin before him. At the zled, he could distinguish no one thing from another. He
same time, the great person, his opponent, proffered to could only kneel at her feet, kiss her hands in an agony
save both his life and his honour, if he would ally himself of joy, while the tears trickled from his eyes.
by marriage to his house, and join interests with him. This lady, notwithstanding the mystery that hung over
Lord George refused absolutely for a while, but the her art, proved a most exemplary wife, and mother of a
weariness of confinement, and the dread that a warrant fine family. There are many other curious stories about
might be signed for his execution, at last overcame his her and Jenny Elphingston; but these being quite dis-
spirit, and he consented.

tinct from this, can be told by themselves at any time.
Accordingly, his brother John was dispatched to make It appears, both from oral and written lore, that Jenny
choice of one to the earl, for be himself was quite callous Elphingston and she, when combined, could alınost bave
about the matter. Neither would they suffer him to leave effected any thing, which all the country weened to have
prison till he was married firm and fast. Sir John had been done by the black art.
plenty of choice of sisters, cousins, and aunts, and took
the one he thought his brother would like best. The two
were married in prison, the lady wearing a veil; but in

TO A LADY, troth the earl never looked at her, for he abhorred the very thoughts of her, thinking only of his beloved fairy queen, and the love-tokens which they had exchanged.

Task a horse beyond his strength, They went to the earl's house in the Canongate, where a banquet was prepared, but the bride did nothing but

And the horse will fail at length; sob and weep, and the earl sat as glum as if his death war

Whip a dog, the poor dog whinesrant had been signed. It was a melancholy wedding,

Yet you ask for ninety lines. and, notwithstanding the efforts of some gentlemen and ladies to raise a little mirth, they failed, and a funereal

Though you gave me ninety quills, gloom hung over the assembled friends. When the ladies

Built me ninety paper-mills, retired, the earl began and drank at the wine as through

Show'd me ninety inky Rhines, desperation, or as if he resolved to be cheery in the midst

I could not write ninety lines. of his despair ; but at rather a late hour his squire an

Ninety miles I'd walk for you, nounced to him that a stranger lady was in the hall who

Till my feet were black and blue; desired to speak with him. “Ask her what she wants,"

Climb high hills and dig deep mines, said Lord George; “I will speak to no more ladies to

But I can't write ninety lines. night.”

The squire went and dil as desired, and came back Though my thoughts were thick as showers, with a small diamond cross in his hand, saying, “ The

Plentiful as summer flowers, lady desires to return you this, my lord, but she requests Clustering like Italian vines, the favour to give it into your own hand.” The earl I could not write ninety lines. struck the table with his closed hand till every cap jangled, sprung to his feet, overturned the chair, and then leaped When you have drunk up the sea, over it, and seizing the squire by the throat, he cried, “I Floated ships in cups of tea, would give my earldom, you dog, to have the lady who Pluck'd the sun from where it shines, owns that under my roof."

Then I'll write you ninety lines. “ Hoo-hoo! and so you would ?” said Ranald, a servant mentioned formerly; "put you need not be kifling

Even the bard who lives on rhyme, half te mare of tat, for she pe te fery same lady, and I

Teaching silly words to chime, know her goot enough."

Seldom sleeps, and never dines, The earl burst into the hall, and there indeed was his He could scarce write ninety lines. lovely countess, standing in the same green habit and green veil in which he had first beheld her. He first

Well you know my love is such, bowed to her and kissed her hand, and then taking her

You could never ask too much; into his arms, he kissed her cheek and chin, and then her

Yet even love itself declines cherry lips, as if inhalling the soul of love from them.

Such a work as ninety lines. He was in perfect rapture, and knew not what he was doing, for he forth with led his queen of the fairies into

Though you frown'd with ninety frowns, the festal hall among his new wife's relations, and pro

Bribed me with twice ninety towns, claimed his recovered fair one his betrothed and his own

Offer'd me the starry signs, true love, declaring that he would never part with her

I could not write ninety lines, again till death separated them. The company stared at one another, and believed the

Many a deed I've boldly done earl gone quite mad, and more so when he addressed the

Since my race of life begun; . great nobleman as follows: “And now, my good lord,

But my spirit peaks and pines

When it thinks of ninety lines.
take home your daughter, or your niece, or whatever she
be, safely with you again. She is none the worse of me, Long I hope for thee and me
but she shall be the better. I am quite in earnest. Take Will our lease of this world be;
her home with you, and require what dowery you please But though hope our fate entwines,
with her, even to the half of all I possess."

Death will come ere ninety lines.
The great earl could scarcely contain himself, but,
springing up, he came to the twain and said, “ My Lord Ninety songs the bird will sing,
George, have you really lost your reason, or has the wine Ninety beads the child will string ;

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But his life the poet tines,

presence of others, that she was not regardless of his If he aims at ninety lines.


They would have married, and a happier couple never Ask me for a thousand pounds,

have been met with ; but Mary's father died immediately Ask me for my house and grounds ;

before the expected crisis of their union. The bridal Levy all my wealth in fines,

robes were exchanged for the garment of sorrow; and But don't ask for ninety lines.

Walter Grieve laid the head of his parent-in-law in the I have ate of every dish

grave, on the very day that was to have fixed him as Mary's Flesh of beast, and bird, and fish;

husband. After the funeral, he went back to his weeping Briskets, fillets, knuckles, chines,

bride. A relation of her father's, who dwelt in a distant But eating won't make ninety lines.

part of Scotland, was about to remove her to his own

family. This was a blow tbat Walter had forgot to I have drunk of every cup,

anticipate among the others created by the recent loss. Till I drank whole vineyards up;

But now he felt it heavily. To be separated for a whole German, French, and Spanish wines,

year, till her regret was removed, and time should again But drinking won't make ninety lines.

sanction the nuptials so sadly disturbed, was nothing.

But Mary was going out into the world !--too innocent Since, then, you have used me so,

not to be corrupted, too simple not to be deceived! She To the Holy Land I'll go;

would now see many, more embellished with the art of And at all the holy shrines

flattery, more captivating to the unsuspicious ; though I shall pray for ninety lines.

few she would find so honest in their professions, so

true in their attachments. Walter would be forgotten, Ninety times a long farewell,

the bold, the sincere Walter : but Mary trusted otherAll my love I could not tell,

wise ; and the vow she made before departure, told how Though 'twas multiplied by nines,

keenly she felt the reproaches of the jealous lover. Ninety times those ninety lines.

It was a lovely night, that before which the fatherless H. G. B.

girl was to leave her native home. The moon shone

through the solitary vale—all along over Meggat stream, A TALE OF ST MARY'S KIRKYARD.

and the white sheep fed in her light up among the GlenBy Thomas Tod Stoddart, Author of The Deathwake.” gaber Hills; here and there the wreck of an old tree.

I love lakes, I love their sunny calm, their storm, and outliving the decay of a great forest that had once stretched their moonlit heave; they resemble the quiet and the over the wbole country—groaned like a broken harp in passion of human life. Who that enjoys Scottish scenery, the hands of an expiring minstrel, whose wizard ear was but has spent a day by the green banks of the solitary palsied by the frost of age, and the current of whose St Mary's Locb ? It is a calm and a melancholy sheet of thoughts was barred at its entrance to eternity by the water, unspotted with a single island, and walled in by gathering channels of stormy years. Walter and Mary mountain scenery of wild outline; but still green, and were together for the last time, and they walked down in covered to the bill tops with numerous sheep. On one silence, as if by one common impulse, to a favourite haunt side is seen an old churchyard, rising half-way up a slope of their younger days. It was the grave of Cochran-a of brown heath. A few head-stones are all that give noted marauder, defeated centuries before by one of the character to the spot : no tomb or epitaphed marble, but Scottish kings. A stone slab, with an elaborate inscriponly the grey fragments of some fallen rock, sown over tion, is all that marks the spot. On this they sate down with lichens, and planted at the top of lowly mounds together. Situated on the top of a considerable eminence, each the sealed entrance to a narrow home. One there before them lay the loch of St Mary's, silvered over is more elevated than the rest ; it contains two dwellers, with a magic veil of moonshine, that shadowed away all a female and a suicide. Their story is a sad one. idea of the depths below; and the Meggat rose up imper

Walter Grieve, the only son of a shepherd, was a wild ceptibly in the opposite direction, appearing at short and daring lad, of an open and generous disposition. intervals, as the windings of its channel came to be free Welcome at every cottage, he gained the hearts of the old from the concealment of the high and lonely embankas well as the young. There was always laughter where ment. It was bere that Walter first broke the sorrowful he went; even the austere Cameronian unbent his fea- silence each had hitherto preserved, and he sought a tures at the mention of some of his happy jokes or wild renewal of Mary's first consent, prefacing his earnest adventures, embellished only by the native wit of the demand with a vow of eternal love. narrator. For miles round, he was the pride of every “ Nay, Walter, ye had spoken of ither things, did ye body; and when on the Sabbath days, in his new plaid, ken what was upperinaist in my heart; but my puir he crossed over the hill to the church at Ettrick, he was father-I maun see him nae mair!" always accompanied by a group of both young and old, to “ Ye hae lost ae friend, Mary; it was God's will—he whom, by his happy, but not unappropriate conversation, aye rules for the best: ye are about to part frae anither.” he relieved the tediousness of their sacred journey. Among “ No, for ever, as I hae dune wi' him ; we'll meet such as composed this train, was Mary Scott, the daughter again." of an aged farmer on the banks of the Meggat, a mile or “ Heaven grant it so; but why part, Mary?” two above Henderland. She was the flower of the forest. Mary burst into a flood of tears." There's nane here Beautiful in person, and happy in temper, she commanded I can stop wi'; it's no' but what they'd mak me welcome, the admiration of the young, and the esteem of the old. but they're a' strangers in a way, an' my auntie says I Not a youth about the Cramoult but would have risked maun gang wi' her, an' my puir father had axed ber his life for the innocent-hearted girl; and none more afore." ready than Walter Grieve. Many a time had he clam- “ It's no sin to marry, Mary." bered those precipitous rocks that shadow the Grey-mare's “ Na, na, dinna speak o't, or ye'll brak my heart; it's Tail, a short way below Loch Skene, for no other pur- no decent, I hae nae a mind to't the noo; gin a year pose than to bring back the brood of the blue falcon to come"laughing but anxious Mary; and the burn of Winterhope An' ye may hae forgotten Walter Grieve.” was not seldom travelled to furnish the old farmer and Forget ! I may forget mysell-I may forget Heaven his daughter with a creelful of fine trout. No wonder but ye canna think it-it's no in ye; Oh, Watty, an' an early attachment took place. Walter Grieve loved ; ye did ken what I feel.” and Mary, by her avowed preference, signified, in the “ Gie me your hand, Mary; we'll aye luve, come what


may; mony a time will I be here by mysell, and a' yon altered in her love, and fondly persuaded that all was starns shinin', an' yon moon wi' its bricht and bonny well. At length the year expired, and custom allowed face; an' I'll sit doon on this green stane, an' think o' her the privilege of dispensing with her garments of sorthe lovely Lady Cochran, that hid hersell ahint the water

She talked of her union with Walter as an apfa' till the cruel men cam an' stabbed her; an' than o'proaching event, little suspecting the fatal inroad made thee, Mary! wi' thy bonny tresses a' dancin' in the upon her hopes. The day soon arrived for her return to wind"

her native home; every new scene brought her nearer to Whisht, Watty, that's no talk for the like as I am, a his cottage; that cottage now untenanted-now solitary. puir orphan; let's gang, the cauld dew's no for a fever, When arrived at Henderland, she was met by a shepherd an' I've a warm brow an'a sair heart.”

-it was Gilbert Brydon; he started as he saw her, And Walter kissed Mary's fair cheek, and they went and passed without notice. At the Cramoult, she was home, Walter to his own hut, and Mary to her lonely received in somewhat a similar manner, by one of the house. The day after, she was removed away, far from herds-once her father's. her native hills, to the bustle of a market town near “ Ye dinna ken me, John ?” Glasgow. Walter was now no longer himself. The “Ay, weel eneugh,” was the short reply; which was sheep died on his hands through neglect ; he lost every immediately succeeded by—“ An' what brings ye back relish for the social amusements of his companions, and here, ye ne'er-do-weel, after ye hae broken puir Watty kept himself strangely retired from their observation. Griere's heart, and garred him do the awfu' deed ?" The cause of this was known to all, and for the time “ The awfu' deed, Jobn!" lamented; but still it was thought be took too grievously " Ay! weel ken ye o't. Oh, lassie, ye hae muckle, to heart a misfortune which a few months would remedy, muckle to answer for, and that besides the death o' Watty when he would find restored to his own heart the now Grieve." divided object of its regards. But Walter harboured a “ Walter Grieve! dead! killed himself !” exclaimed strange presentiment—a sort of undefinable dread crept she, falling down upon the hard ground. John Anderin upon his mind-a vague something distracted his son had a warm heart, and he lifted the poor girl into her imagination. He fancied himself no longer the object father's old house, and there she heard the whole story, of Mary's affections; he created dreams of rivals that -how Walter had received a letter, accusing her of innever existed, except in the shadowy vagueness of his constancy, and how it went to his heart, and how he ungrounded suspicions.

strangled himself with his own hand, and was buried up Not far from where Walter lived was the dwelling of by the Birch Craig, in a morass. Poor Mary! her brain one Gilbert Brydon. Of the same occupation in life, was struck with the sad recital, and a long, long fever they had long been companions together. Gilbert had she had before she rose from her lonely bed. At length her little attraction to recommend him; unamiable in dispo. health came back, but not the fair bloom, nor the mirthsition, of harsh features, and fierce and disagreeable into- ful heart. She was strangely altered, and never a word nation, he secured the secret dislike of all he came in did she say to those that were round about her, only she contact with. Nor was Walter unacquainted with his asked to be led to Walter's grave; and they took her up character ; though obliged often to be together, he main to the lonely spot, and showed her a head-stone they had tained towards him nothing more than a show of friend- placed there, and she kissed the green turf, and sang a ship: there was no reciprocal feeling or similarity of hymn over it, and they led her away home to her dwelltemper. Of late years he had regarded him with marked ing. A few nights after, she was missed at the humble hostility, on account of some reported insult offered to board. The poor girl had gone all alone to her lover's Mary Scott. She herself had never breathed his name, grave, and she dug up the spot with her own hands-for and her father in bis lifetime had forbidden his presence. she could not bear to think of Walter lying in unholy Gilbert was a man of the worst passions; he saw him- ground and she lifted the corpse herself, still fresh as self despised, and he brooded over revenge. Now that old when first found, being kept from decay by the nature of Adam Scott was removed, and his daughter placed be the moss where it was buried. It was a strange task for yond reach of counteracting his design, he no sooner saw one so fair; and she took from her shoulders her grey the impression produced by her departure upon Walter mantle, and wrapped it round her dead lover, and all Grieve, than he determined, at the cost of every principle, night long carried him in her arms over the dark hills. to trife with affections so sacred in their nature, as those Few were the stars that shone on her solitary journey ; which the latter displayed. Being on a visit to Glasgow, but the wind went by, and lifted the folds of the grey he procured assistance to forge a letter in the name of mantle, and shook the purple heaths and the long ferns, Mary Scott's relatives, purporting not merely an aliena- and, ere morning came, she was alone at St Mary's tion of her wishes, but her approaching nuptials with a Churchyard, bending over the pale corpse ; and there was young man of the place where she then resided. This she found, herself as lifeless, with her cheek laid upon was addressed to Walter Grieve. He received it from his, and her blue eyes shut, and her hair, wet with dew, the hands of the carrier a day or two after, the very streaming upon the moss. Both were buried in one night the nuptials were described as to take place. Being grave-under one mound. Gilbert Brydon soon left the directed from the town where Mary lived, he opened it country, and was never more heard of. A confession of with breathless anxiety. The dreadful announcement | his fraud was discovered in his own hut-only that many prostrated him upon the ground. When he recovered, it might curse his memory, who had never seen him. was only to rush up among the hills, he knew not where. I had returned from a visit to the Ettrick Shepherd That night he was missed at home: his father, an old the last time I entered St Mary's Churchyard : it was an man, went in search of him, and not for many a weary eve of stillness and beauty. Far down was to be seen hour did he gain upon any traces of his heart-stricken the Yarrow, haunted with a thousand recollections of son. At length he found him suspended by his plaid | Border story, on whose banks were the strongholds of upon an old thorn. It was a sad sight for an aged parent the Douglasses, the Murrays, and the Scots, the towers to see; he was led helpless from the spot, and a few weeks of Hangingshaw and Newark; and then to my right after was no more. As for Walter, he was removed, cold rose a long stretch of the lonely loch, and beyond it its and lifeless, to a neighbouring but, and next day buried twin sister of the Lowes and Bodsbeck, and the Moffat in the midst of a wild morass—the horror with which hills, and the Eskdale moors, famed as the retreat of the the crime of suicide was regarded by the surrounding persecuted in the day of the Covenant. I heard the forepeasantry, excluding his remains from the common pri- going tale from the lips of an aged shepherd, who was vilege of consecrated ground.

then employed in the melancholy task of digging a grave This was never told to Mary Scott: she lived on un- for another child of mortality.


that being, as he called it, his best gymnasium-or pleaOR MISCELLANEOUS NOTICES OF ANTIQUITY, APOTHEGMS,

santest exercise in smallest space. There is a story told CUSTOMS, ANECDOTES, &c.

of the two philosophers, Menedemus and Asclepades,

who, when young men, and students of wisdom under By William Tennant.

one of the Athenian masters, were enabled to maintain a ARCESILAUS, the founder of the Middle Academy, was respectable personal appearance merely by grinding every not only possessed of wealth, but liberal in its distribu- night at the mill for two drachmæ, or about ls. 4d. tion. There is recorded one delightful anecdote of his a-night; on hearing which, the Areopagites, in admiration generosity. On learning that A pelles, the celebrated of their frugality and love of wisdom, presented them painter, was, in his old age, at once labouring with dis- with an honorary gift of 200 drachmæ.- Mithridates ease and poverty, he called at his house with a purse of invented and first set up a corn-mill driven by water, in gold in his pocket; and, seating himself at his bedside, Cappadocia. Thereafter, and probably from this circum- . “Here,” said he, looking round upon the meagre reple- stance, the bakers of Cappadocia became celebrated. An nishments of the chamber, “here is nothing saving the interesting particular connected with the Greek and bare elements of Empedocles,—tire, water, earth, and a Oriental practice of nocturnal grinding may be quoted roomy expanse of empty ether ; my friend, you are not from the military history of Julian :-His forces, when even bedded pleasantly ; your very pillow is unsmoothed besieging some strong place near Ctesiphon, on the Tigris, and merciless to you;” so saying, he shook up his pillow, had wrought a deep mine under the walls and buildings as if for the purpose of smoothing it for the head of bis to the very centre of the city, when bis soldiers, on digsick friend; and, in so doing, he secretly slipt in beneath ging the earth upwards to the surface, landed after midthe bolster his concealed purse of gold. After his depart- night in the middle of a poor woman's house, who was ure, the attendant old woman discovered the treasure, busily employed in the act of grinding corn for fourand, in a state of perplexed admiration, announced it to bread, and who was doubtless not a little astonished at A pelles. “ Ah! it is like him,” said the languid painter; the emersion into her solitary chamber of such subter“it is one of the thievish tricks of Arcesilaus !"

ranean visitants.

The mirth and turbulent exclamations of joyous con- The submersion of the town of Helice, on the coast gratulation that attended the conclusion of vintage-time, of Achaia, about 400 years before the Christian era, is to which allusion is made in several passages of the Old one of the most remarkable and terrific incidents in the Testament, not only originated the drama in Greece, but geological history of Europe. Helice was a considerable , gave its name to Tragedy—Teurwdic, or the song of the town of Achaia, about a mile and a quarter from the sea, wine-lees, having been its original name. The praises of and celebrated for an altar and statue of Neptune, which Bacchus, who was also addressed by the name of Dithy- was regarded with much veneration by the Ionians and rambus, were first shouted and sung by the tumultuary the neighbouring people. The Achaians had slain, about assemblage of vintage-men and vintage-women in extem- six months before, some suppliants that had fled for proporaneous verses, which, from his name, were called tection to the altar ; and by that atrocity had, according Dithyrambics. Rapturous expressions of joy, humor- to the ideas then prevalent, excited the indignation of ous rebukes, and bold sallies of wit, seem to have consti- Neptune, who inflicted upon the place a sweeping and tuted the substance of their tumultuous entertainment. summary vengeance. The submersion took place during As a representative of this mirthful body, the chorus was winter, and in the night time. A violent vibration of formed, containing originally fifty persons : as that num- the ground preceded it, and must have loosened the subber was found by experience to be too large and incon- terranean props of the territory ; suddenly the whole venient, thirty-five were withdrawn, leaving fifteen, which shore, for a mile or two, on which the town stood, subcontinued to be the regular number on the Athenian sided and sunk to a level with the bottom of the bay that stage. In order to relieve, by some interruption of inter- adjoined, and the sea, in one accumulated surge, rushed, lude, the chorus from their fatigue of chanting and reci- in on the vacancy created, occupying and overwhelming, ting, Thespis, a native of Icara, a village in Attica, intro- in a few seconds, the whole city and plain, so that not a duced one actor with a mask; Æschylus introduced a house-roof was in the morning visible. Nothing remained second actor with the scenic palla, or magnificent robe to testify the existence of the town which, the night which the Athenian priests afterwards copied from him: before, had stood in her pride, and unsuspicious of danger, he also introduced various masks and dances, which he saving the tops of the few lofty trees that surrounded the himself practised and taught. Sophocles, shortly after- altar of Neptune. Not an inbabitant escaped; they wards, brought forward a third actor, and invented scene- must have perished in her, huddled together in the streets, painting, which was considered as the apex of improve from the alarm given by the earthquake, and more proment, and the complete perfection of the scenic apparatus. bably asleep in their beds, unconscious of the nature of the

tremendous catastrophe that befell them. On the next Till about fifty years before the commencement of the day the Achaians sent 2000 men to gather and drag for Christian era, the ancients had no large mills driven by the dead. For many years after, the great brazen statue water, but ground their corn in small mills of one stone of Neptune was seen under water, holding in his hand rolling rapidly over another, which were agitated by the the Hippocamp, which proved a dangerous obstacle to hands of slaves, or women servants; to which reference the fishermen as they fastened their nets and plied their is made in the New Testament. The morning, before occupation over the house-tops of the unfortunate city. sunrise, was the time allotted, in the domestic arrange-There happened to be present, on the night of the subinents, for grinding flour for the use of the family during mersion, Polis, the Lacedemonian ambassador, who had the day; and so loud was the sound of the operation at one time been an instrument in selling Plato from within the houses, as to be heard in all the streets of towns Sicily as a slave; the Divinity thus punishing him, as an and villages; a circumstance which gives beautiful illus ancient writer says, for his persecution of the philosopher. tration to the expression in Ecclesiastes,—“the sound of The extraordinary disaster of this place became a tale of the grinding is low.” The Grecian women had a song melancholy celebrity throughout the whole heathen world, called the Song of the Mill, which they sung when at and was commented upon nearly 500 years after by that employment, beginning, “ Grind, mill, grind; even Antoninus, as a striking instance of the uncertainty and Pittacus, king of great Mitylene, doth grind.” For it total insolidity of life and human enjoyments. seems that Pittacus, tyrant, as he was called, of Mitylene, but nevertheless one of their seven wise men, had been In a state of humble simplicity and comparative accustomed to resort for amusement to the grinding-mill, / poverty, nations, like individuals, use short and rather

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