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Scientific and Antiquarian Researches.

[Feb. until he was stopped by the water, and ex

feet. in. posed to dangers for which he was totally from the tip of one of the inner unprovided. The Baron passed nearly four branches to the tip of the oppoyears on the ice in this climate.

site branch

The breadth of one of the palms within

the branches
Jan. 31. The head, horns, vertebræ of The length of the head from the
the neck, and some rib bones, of a large

back of the skull to the extreanimal of the deer kind, which may now be

mity of the upper jaw regarded as an extinct ecies, were dis- The breadth of the skuil covered in the cliff at Skipsea, and have

The brow-antlers, as well as the main subsequently been exhibited in Bridlington, horns, are palmated, and slightly divided at by James Boswell, the persou who found the ends, and the whole may justly he conthem. They were partly imbedded in sa

sidered as a rare and interesting specimen of ponaceous clay, overlaid with vegetable organic remains. matter, about five feet in thickness, and in An object which has excited considerable different stages of decomposition (about two curiosity, has lately been discovered in the and a half feet being a sort of moor soil, and vicinity of Westbury. As the workmen of the remaining two and a half feet being Mr. Jesse Greenland, brickmaker, were composed of half-decayed leaves, twigs, &c.) digging for clay, they came, when about above this, to the surface, about one foot five feet below the surface, to a hard masof common earth. The head, with the sive substance, which proved to be a piece upper jaw, containing a row of fine teeth on of an oak tree, in an upright position, each side, is entire; the' under jaw want- closely imbedded in the surrounding clay. ing. The horns which are broker toward The clay was carefully separated till they the top, are large and branching, their di- reached its base, which was six feet lower mensious being nearly as follows :

in the ground. The wood is perfectly

feet. in. black, and solid in the middle, measuring From the extreme tip of each horn

six feet in length, and upwards of three feet From the tip of one horn to its root 5 in circumference.


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themselves out of observation as much as Society of ANTIQUARIES OF LONDON.

possible, upon the Restoration of Charles II. Feb. 1. Hudson Gurney, esq. V. P. in as the laws against them had never been the Chair:

formally repealed. Mr. Ellis, in a Letter to the President, Mr. Ellis gave two extracts from the Jourcommunicated a transcript of a letter in the nals of the House of Commons, sbewing that Harleian Collection, addressed by Mr. Green- the Jews had returned to England as a peohowe to a minister named Crompton, giving ple, before the Restoration ; and cites a pesome curious information respecting the tition to Parliament, from a goldsmith namJews in England in 1662. The time at ed Violet, which fixes the year 1656 as the which the Jews were recalled into this date of their recal. About this time they country, as a people, Mr. Ellis observed, had undergone great persecutions in Poland, had been a subject of doubt and contro- from which country they had at length been versy; Burnes stating them to have been expelled; and Cromwell, having thoughts recalled by Oliver Cromwell, whilst this is of recalling them into England, sent for the denied by Tovey, who, in his Anglia Ju- principal Lawyers the chief Citizens of Londaica, affirms, that in the year 1663 there don, and twelve Ministers of various denowere not twelve Jews resident in London. minations of London to advise him upon the The Letter now communicated, however, point. The Lawyers were favourable to the proves that the Jews existed as a people in recal of the Jews, and the Citizens were inLondon in 1662, having a Synagogue, cele different ; but the Preachers, among whom brating therein their own worship, assist- was the celebrated Hugh Peters, differed ing at which the writer saw above a hun- greatly in their opinions, assailing, each dred Jews, besides women, many richly ap- other with texts of Scripture, until they parelled, and some wearing jewels; all of tired out the Protector, who said he had them seeming to be merchants and traders, sent for them for his conscience' sake, but without one mechanic person among them. that instead of resolving his doubts as to the These Jews, it also appeared from the same lawfulness of recalling the Jews, they had document, had only a few years before cele- only increased them by their contention ; brated the fast of Tabernacles iu booths on and he would therefore desire nothing of the south side of the Thames ; but kept them but their prayers that he and bis

1827.) Antiquarian Researches,

161 council might be guided aright in their de- King of Wessex, and the Britons. He then cision

adverted to the adjoining parishes of LitThis very interesting paper terminates tleton Drew, or Littleton St. Andrew, of with some remarks on the high estimation doubtful etymology; Castlecomb, so called in which Cromwell was held by the Jews, from the remains of an ancient British as well on the Continent as in this country, fortress near the Tumulus and the Fosse on account of his recalling them hither. road; and Slaughterford, farther down the Regarding him as a powerful prince, favour- river, a name strikingly indicative of deeds ing them by all the means in his power, it of death in former times, although neither appears that if they could in any way have the period or the actors have been ascermade out for him a Jewish descent, they tained. -- The Doctor conjectures it to be would have declared him to be their tem- the scene of the great battle, so important poral Messiah!

in its consequences, between Edward the Bristol PhiloSOPHICAL AND LITERARY

elder, the son of Alfred, and the Danes, in Society.

910; in which the two celebrated Kings of

the Danes, Halfdane and Edwills, sons of Jan. 25. The Rev. Mr. Eden read a Ragnar Lodbrog, were slain, and the Danish short Memoir by Sir Richard Colt Hoare, power permanently broken. The Barrow, bart. on the subject of the Kimmeridge As described by Sir R. C. Hoare, is a long Coal Money,—specimens of which lay on Stone Barrow, with a Cromlech, or Kestthe table for inspection. After quoting a vaen, on its eastern extremity; one of that passage from Hutchins's History of Dorset, sort which is of the most rare occurrence, in which this article is mentioned, with an and which, from its external and internal observation that coal the cant word in circumstances, appears to be one of the some countries for money, the learned Ba- most ancient of the British sepulchral moronet remarked, that it had been reserved numents. The Tumulus was laid open lonfor Mr. Miles (who lately published an in- gitudinally to the extent of 150 feet; but teresting account of the Deverel Barrow, nothing was discovered iu it but the remains reviewed in our last vol. pp. 421, 530, of a single internent, apparently of a young 616), to throw a further light upon the man, about six feet in height, lying on the coal money, though not to ascertain the left side, with his legs gathered up, and the positive purposes to which it was originally knees approaching the chin. The skeleton applied. He had proved, however, that it was in a remarkable state of preservation, was of very early date, and that the tradi- after the lapse of probably more than 2000 tion of its having been used as money in years. No sort of weapon, nor urn, nor more modern times was erroneous. He had implement, was found there, except a small also proved, in the most satisfactory man- sharp instrument of flint, the use of which ner, that the spot on which these relics appears uncertain. The Cromlech, on the have been found was once inhabited by some extremity of the Tumulus (consisting dow foreign settlement.— He proceeded to re- of only three large stones, two erect, and mark, that the most singular discovery one large flat stone fallen down, and rewhich tends to ascertain the high authority clining against the former) was not disof this place as once inhabited, was that of turbed ; although Sir R. C. Hoare was of a sacrifice of a young bullock's head, placed opinion, that the principal interment lay within a shallow patera of stone, which he under it: but his considerate forbearance had in his own possession; and he con- would not allow him, by a closer examinacluded by saying, that it was evident there tion, to risk the falling of the stones, and must have been some antient settlement on the destruction of that ancient British mothis ground, probably one that was engaged nument, notwithstanding his longing dein maritime pursuits.

sire to ascertain that doubtful point. It is Dr. Carrick read to the Society another almost unnecessary to say, that the skeleton letter of Sir R. C. Hoare, giving an account was left in situ ; and that the Tumulus was of the opening of an ancient Barrow, at restored as exactly as possible in its former Nettleton, Wilts, with some prefatory re- state by the laudable care of that zealous, marks by the Doctor, descriptive of the munificent, and judicious Antiquary. place and adjoining parishes, which seem to have been in former times the scene of va

ROMAN ANTIQUITIES. rious remarkable events. Amongst other A discovery of rather a curious nature remains of antiquity in the vicinity, Dr. has taken place in the neighbourhood of Carrick pointed out two long barrows, Newbury: as a servant belonging to Mr. about half way between Derham and Net- Aldridge was clearing out a drain which ran tleton, one on each side of the road, which into a heap of rubbish near the premises, he he conjectured may have served to cover struck upon an ashlar stone which appeared the remains of the combatants, who fell in to cross the drain, and on lifting it up, disthe great battle, fought in that neighbour-covered an ancient vase, whi hood in the year 577, between Ceadlin, shape and other circumsta Gent. Mag. February, 1827.


Antiquarian Researches.-Select Poelry.

[Feb. self to be of Roman origin. The vase is been decyphered. In the vase was a deposit about seven inches high, the lower part of dark-coloured ashes, which had evidently cylindrically formed, terminating in an ele- been calcined, a small piece of iron or steel gantly shaped neck; and, judging from its about two inches long, fixed in a sort of colour, it is of that composition which his- handle of horn, on which are impressed, torians call the Samean Jet. The letters rather indistinctly the letters P:R:M. D:0M: in one line, and S:M:L: in There are also two small coins, the literal another under it, are visibly impressed upon inscription obliterated, but on the side of it, but there are others which have not yet one of them is a female figure with a spear.


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Tracing another Johnson, lofty sage,

In manners stern, but still in nature kind.

Thus three great Pow'rs in Virtue's cause By John Taylor, Esq.

engage, URBAN or NICHOLS*, since in either

Thou, friend, combining each congenial

mind. Benevolence and knowledge we can trace,

Merits descending to thy lineal race, Thee, friend, I greet, and with a grateful aim, WHEN IS IT TIME TO DIE! For thou hast shewn for me pure friend- By the Author of " MASSENBURGH."

ship's flame. Still vice and folly in thy records chase, WHEN is it time to die! Records that Learuing and that Virtue

When soul and spirits fail ?

When heart within, and world without, grace, And hence, indeed « The GENTLEMAN

Tell the same dreary tale ? proclaim.

[hand When is it time to die ! "Tis thine to rescue from Time's grasping When friends are all estranged ; What else in dark Oblivion he would hide.

When in this lone inconstant world, Tis thine to join with zeal that noble Bandt Not one remains unchanged?

Who Genius aid, yet spare its decent pride. Hail to the FUND, the boast of Freedom's When is it time to die ! land,

[fide, When o'er the troubled soul, In whose prompt bounty Sorrow may con- The deep full gush, the whelming tide,

Of bitter waters roll ?

When is it time to die !

When passions all at strife,
By the same.

Recoil and sting, like serpent brood, CHALMERS, thy worth I've known full The heart that warmed to life? many a year,

When is it time to die!
Hence to the Samian's I doctrine I agree,

When Memory, traitor grown,
And Addison again I view in thee,
Like his, thy works, judicious, terse, and

Comes like Remorse, with all the past,

And shows us of our own? clear. In thy PROJECTOR & vividly appear

Or when revengeful Hope, Learning profound, and Humour chastely Reproached as insincere, free,

Leaves us to dark Reality,
Such as mankind in his SPECTATOR see, To make the truth appear ?
Touch'd with a moral charm to Virtue dear.
Nor less we in thy Biographic page ||

Then is it time to die ! Judgment allied with taste and candour Not if each pulse were pain find,

That beat within this drooping heart,

Or maddened through the brain.
John Nichols, esq. Editor of “The

No! 'tis but time to die
Gentleman's Magazine, the oldest and
most respectable of similar publications. Bear op poor heart and sinking fraine,

When God the summons sendsThis Sonnet was written previous to the death of this venerable gentleman.–J.T.

Till He thy trouble ends.
+ The Conductors of The LITERARY
FUND. Mr. Nichols was many years one
of the Registrars of that Society.


O YES, when Life's fair sunay scene Š A series of papers, written by this gen- Each sweet emotion gives, tleman, and first published in thic Magazine. When all around is still, serene# Lives of the British V

No mean affection lives.


Select Poetry

163 Then thrills the heart to nature true,

CHORUS. The best of feelings giv'n;

Renown'd are those, who face their foes, O then does ev'ry hour renew

As men and heroes shouldTh' approving smile of Heav'n.

But basely to the grave he goes

Who fears to shed his blood.
Yon songster from the leafy spray,
Sweet music breathes around,

The matchless deeds of those who here
And artless, through the livelong day,

Defied the Tyrant's frown, Its grateful warblings sound.

On History's bright rolls appear

Emblazon'd in renown-
Thus pleas'd, content, should mortal man Here deathless Walker's faithful word
To heav'n his day commend;

Sent hosts against the foe,
And wisely seek in Virtue's plan

And Gallant MURRAY's bloody sword
Those joys which ne'er can end.

The Gallic chief laid low.

We honour those heroic deads

Their glorious memory;
CHARTER SONG OF LONDONDERRY. May we who stand here in their stead
Written for the Celebration of the Shutting of

As wise and valiant be.
the Gates of that City against King James's Oh sure a heart of stone would melt
Army on the 7th of December, 1688 *,

The scenes once here to see,
By the Rev. John GRAHAM, M.A.

And witness all our Fathers felt
Rector of Tamlaghtard.

To leave their country free;

They saw the lovely matron's cheek A Freeman and Freeholder of that City. With want and terror pale, (Air-Auld lang Syne.),

They heard their child's expiring shriek

Float on the passing gale.
FULL many a long wild winter's night,
And sultry summer's day,

Are pass’d and gone, since James took flight, Yet here they stood, in fire and blood,
From Derry walls away;

As battle rag'd around,
Cold are the hands that clos'd that gate

Resolv'd to die till Victory Against the wily foe,

Their purple standard crown'd. But here to Time's remotest date

The sacred rights these beroes gain'd
Their Spirit still shall glow.

In many a hard-fought day,

Shall they by us be still maintain'd,

Or basely cast away!
These walls still held by valiant men, Shall rebels vile rule o'er our Isle,
No slave shall e'er subdue-

And call it all their own ?
And when we close our gates again

Oh surely no, the faithless foe We'll all be found TRUE Blue.

Must bend before the throne. Lord Antrim's men came down yon glen

With drums and trumpets gay,

Our lovely Isle, once more will smile,
The 'Prentice Boys just heard the noise, From bigot's fury free,
And then prepar'd for play ;

While bafied Rome shall keep at home
While some oppos’d, the gates they clos’d, Her chains and slavery.

And joining hand in hand, Before the wall resolv'd to fall,

Or for their freedom stand.

Vides, ut altâ stet nive candidum

Soracte : nec jam sustineant onus
When honour calls to DERRY walls

Sylvæ laborantes, geluque The noble and the brave,

Flumina constiterint acuto ? Oh he that in the battle falls

Hor. Carm. I. 9. Ad Thaliarchum. Must find a hero's grave. Then came the hot and doubtful fray,

NOW the blustering Boreas blows,

See the waters round are froze; With many a mortal wound,

The trees that skirt the dreary plain While thousands in wild war's array

All day a murmuring cry maintain ; Stood marshall'd all around.

The trembling forest hears their moan, Each hill and plain was strew'd with slain,

And sadly mingles groan with groan :
The Foyle ran red with blood,

How dismal all from East to West !
But all was vain, the town to gain
Here William's standard stood.

Heaven defend the poor distrest !

Such is the tale on bill and vale,

Each traveller may behold it is ; * Our last Supplement, pp. 604-608,

While low and high are heard to cry, details the history of this important event. “ Bless my heart, how cold it is."

nished years,

Select Poetry.

(Feb. Lo! slumbering Sloth, that cannot bear Adopt the counsel of a friend, The question of the searching air,

Unless the voice of truth offend.
Lifts up her unkempt head, and tries, While Nature deals her frosts around,
But cannot for her bondage rise :

Face the pure air, and pace the ground;
The whilst the housewife briskly throws Keep early hours and exercise :
Around her wheel, and sweetly shews Therein Health's balmy blessing lies.
The healthful cheek that labour brings, On hill and dale, though brisk the gale,
Which is not in the gift of kings.

Though sleety you behold it is,
To her loog life, devoid of strife,

Your blood shall glow, your spirits flow, And justly, too, unfolded is,

And you'll ne'er cry, “ How cold it is !" The while the sloth to stir is loth,


PAUL PRY. And shivering cries, “How cold it is!” Now lisps Sir Fopling,—tender weed !

SONNETS, All quaking like a shaken reed,

From a New Edition of Sonnels and “ How keen the blast attacks my back!

other Poems. By D. L. RICHARDSON. In John, place some list upon that crack:

the Press. Quick, sandbag all the sashes round, Go, see there's not an air-hole found.

I. TO A LADY AT THE HARP. Ah! bless me! still I feel a breath; OH! breathe melodious Minstrel, once Good lack! 'tis like the chill of death!"

again Indulgence pale tells this weak tale, Thy soul-entrancing song! responsive tears Till he in furs enfolded is,

Attest thy power. Thy gentle voice apStill, still , complains, for all his pains,

pears “ Bless my heart, How cold it is !"

Like sounds of summer's eve, or some sweet

strain Now the poor Newsman from the town Explores his path along the down,

That wildly haunts the visionary brain, His frozen fingers sadly blows,

Or charms the slumbering mourner ; vaAnd still he tramps, and still it snows ; Till cover'd all from head to feet,

That Time’s dim twilight hallows and enLike penance in her wbitest sheet ;

dears, “ Go, take his paper, Richard, go,

Return, like shadows, o'er the trembling

main And give a dram, to make him glow.” This was thy cry, Humanity,

Beneath the luuar beam. Then wakep still More precious far than gold it is,

Those magic notes, with more than music Such gifts to deal, when newsmen feel,

fraught,All clad in snow, How cold it is.

Angelic harmonies ! Each echo seems

A spell from Heaven by skill celestial Humanity! delightful tale!

wrought While we feel the winter-gale,

To cheer the clouded mind, the sad heart May the peer in ermined coat

thrill Bend his ear to sorrow's note;

With sacred memories, and delightful dreams! And where with misery's weight opprest A sufferer sits, a shivering guest,

II. LONDON IN THE MORNING. Full ample let his bounty Aow, To soothe the bosom numb'd with woe.

THE Morning wakes, and through the

misty air, In town or vale, where'er the tale

In sickly radiance struggles like the dream Of real grief unfolded is,

Of sorrow-shrouded hope.-O'er Thames's Oh! may he give the means to live

stream, To those who know How cold it is.

Whose sluggish waves a loathsome burden Perhaps some Warrior, blind and lam'd,

bear Some dauntless Tar for Britain maim'd, The bloated City's refuse—the faint glare Consider these ; for thee they bore

Of early sunlight spreads—the long streets The loss of limb, and ventured more : pass them pot ; or, if ye do,

Unpeopled yet : but soon each path shall I'll sigh to think they fought for you.

teen Go! Pity all: but, 'bove the rest,

With hurried steps and visages of care ! The Soldier or the Tar distrest.

And eager throngs shall meet, where crowdThrough winter's reign, relieve their pain,

ed marts For what they've done, sure, bold it is;

Echo with mingled sounds, too often frauglit Their wants supply, whene'er they cry,

With pain and strife-alas ! how many hearts “God bless us, Sirs ! How cold it is !”

The lust of gold may taint, 'till sadly.

taught Stand forth! Ye sluggards, sloths, and The countless pangs, its spurious charm imbeaux !

parts, Who dread the note that WINTER blows . The finer spirit scorns the prize it sought.

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