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of the troops in camp near Jauer. His Imperial Majesty went along the line, and was received with enthusiasm by the soldiers. Observing a favourable moment when he was surrounded by his general and staff officers, and in front of the troops, his Imperial Majesty called Sir Robert Wilson to him, and addressed him in the following gracious speech :-"Sir Robert Wilson, I have duly appreciated the services, gallantry and zeal, which have distinguished you throughout the war in testimony of which I have determined to confer on you the third class of the Order of St. George ;" and then, as if desirous of doing it in the most gratifying manner, the Emperor directed General Augerausky to take his cross from his neck, and he delivered it to Sir Robert Wilson. The gracious mode, the wellchosen moment, and the pride experienced by a British Officer in seeing one of his companions in arms thus decorated in front of the imperial army, justify me in recording this event in my narrative. Ib.

Customs of Warious Countries.

The Goatbuck's Sacrifice for Sin Offerings-A Jewish Ceremony.

The Sin Offerings that were eaten, (as they were whose blood was not carried into the sanctuary) their blood was to be put on the four horns of the altar that stood without, from the middle of the altar and upward. When the priest took the blood in a basin, he carried it to the altar, and dipped the forefinger of his right hand in the blood, and put it upon the horn. And he was bound to dip his finger at every horn. And when he had ended putting it on the horn, he wiped his finger on the edge of the basin, and after that he dipped a second time, for the blood that remained on his finger it was not lawful to put on any other horn. Of all the sacrifices, not any one's blood was to be sprinkled with the finger but the sin offering. The ceremony was thus:-the priest went up on the footbank, and turned on his right hand and went round about; and put on the south-east horn first, after that on the next horn, which was the north-east, then on the north-west, and after on the southwest. And at the bottom of that horn, where he ended striking the blood, he poured out the residue, which was at the

THE LEGALITY OF AN OATH FROM THE southern bottom.
HEBREW CANONS.

Anecdotiana.

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A NEW WAY TO THE BRAINS,

The precise seat of the brains in Irishmen has been made a matter of doubt

eighteen years of age, named Corron, had taken out a loaded gun to shoot at pigeons, and in letting it down to half-cock it went off, and killed on the spot a cousin-german and namesake. The contents entered the abdomen, and internally blew out his

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To the Editor of the Olio. SIR. A difference of opinion having recently arisen respecting the legality and administration of oaths, and a culprit setting up his defence against the admission of Mr. Carlisle's son as evidence, with some persons; but if the following though he saw a gentleman's pocket from an Irish paper, be correct, the quesaccount of a lamentable accident, copied picked by the accused, I deem this option is at once set at rest :-" A youth of portunity seasonable, by the medium of your pages, of giving your readers the decision in the Hebrew Canons. Whether a man swear by his own mouth, or be adjured by the mouth of others, and he answer Amen after an oath, is as if he uttered the oath with his own mouth. And whether he answer Amen, or speak a word of like meaning, as if he say yea, or I am bound, or do take upon me this oath, or any the like in any language, he is as a sworn man for any matter, whether he be (for sinning therein) or for an oblation. Whether he swear, or be adjured by God's proper name, by any of his titles, as that he swear by him whose name is Gracious,' or 'Merciful, or Long Suffering, or any the like in any tongue, it is a full oath. Our special pleaders having neither time nor inclination to wade through the depths of a dead language, I hope, Mr. Editor, their labours may be lightened by a living translation.

JOIDA.

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"Whenever," said Madame de Stael, "I see Mr. I feel something of the fond couple-he and his self-love live so same pleasure I receive from looking at a happily together."

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"What," said Mrs.
you think of a platonic love?"
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citing!"

On the Marriage of Miss A. Tree to Mr.
Chapman of the Tottenham-st. Theatre.

Most singular this bridegroom's lot.
Applaud the tying of that knot

For all his friends, 'tis plain to see,

Which binds poor Chapman to " A. Tree."

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Diary and Chronology.

Wednesday, April 21.

St. Malrubius.-Sun rises 56m after 4-sets 5m after 7.

St. Malrubius.-Our saint, who is said to have led an austere monastic life in the mountainous country of Abur Crossain, in the county of Pros in Ireland, was massacred by a horde of Norwegian pirates, who lauded in the vicinity of his peaceful dwelling in 721, for attempting to convert them to christianity.

April 21, 1830.-THE DIORAMA. To-day this popular exhibition was again opened to the public with two new views of the greatest excellence. The subjects, which are felicitously chosen, represent the Interior of Rheims Cathedral, by M. Bouton, and Mount St. Gothard, at the fearful and romantic passage Aux Roches, in the Val Levantine, Canton of Tersin, by Mons. Daguerre. As it is our intention to notice more fully the merits of these magnificent representations, we have only to say, that they are distinguished by the same truth to nature and brilliant effect that are only to be found in the paintings of this establishment.

Thursday, April 22.

St. Soter.-New Moon 27m after 11 After.

St. Soter. This saint succeeded Anicetus in the papacy in 173. He vigorously opposed the heresy of Montanus, and governed the church to the year 177, the period of his martyrdom.

April 22, 1827.-Expired the celebrated caricaturist, T. Rowlandson, ET 70. The designs of this artist, though slight, are replete with humour and originality; his illustrations to the Dance of Death, and the Travels of Dr. Syntax, will never be forgotten ;— they remain as mementos to perpetuate his skill in design.

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Friday, April 23.

St. George.-High Water 1m aft 2 Morn-24m aft 2 After.

St. George-Our saint is honoured in the Catholic church as one of the most illustrious martyrs of Christ. Having embraced the profession of a soldier, he was made a tribune in the army. He complained to the Emperor Dioclesian himself of his se verity and bloody edicts, and was immediately cast into prison, and soon after was beheaded, and thereby received, the crown of martyrdom. Edward III. at the battle of Calais, in 1849, invoked the aid of St. George to his arms, which were victorious; and we find in the following year the Order of the Garter established, dedicated to the patron saint, whose name has ever been the word of attack of England, and who, from that period, has been considered as its guardian hero and protector.

Saturday April 24.

St. Fidelis, mar. A.D. 1622.-Sun rises 50m after 4-sets 11m after 7.

April 24, 1617.-Buried on this day the odious Marquis d'Aucre, the hated minister of Lewis the XIIIth. The fury of the people against him was so great, that the day after his interment they tore open the tomb, took out the corpse, stripped it of the ce rements of the grave, and dragged it by the feet through the streets to the Pont Neuf, where they fastened it by the heels to a gibbet, erected by himself for those who should speak against him; they afterwards cut off the nose, ears, arms, and head, which they carried about upon the points of swords, and having tied a rope round the trunk, they dragged it through the town, stopping at each carrefour where they beat the body amidst a thousand imprecations against him, and shouts of Vive le Roi. At length they burnt the mutilated remains in the Place de Greve, in the Marche Saint Jean, and other places where gibbets had been erected by his orders. On the 8th of the following July; Leonora Galigai, his wife, dame d'au tour of the Queen, was beheaded in the Place de Greve, her body burnt, ashes scattered to the wind.

Sunday, April 25.

SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

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Less. for the Day, 23 and 24 chap. Numbers morn.-22 chap. Numbers even St. Mark. On the festival of this saint, many curious customs were used to be observed in England and on the continent. most gaiety and splendour by the Venetians, who have contrived for ages to do At Venice, St. Mark's Day is kept with the uthonour to the patron saint of their city. Amongst other singular customs and practised by them was the ascent and descent of a man from the tower dedicated to St. Mark, aided only by the frail support of a rope stretched from the summit,

and secured at a considerable distance from the base.

Monday, April 26.

St. Richarius.-High Water 16m aft 4 Morn-38m aft 4 After.

April 26, 1785-Unfortunately drowned, Prince Leopold of Brunswick, by the upsetting of a boat upon the waters at Franckfort upon the Oder, whilst attempting trees the suffering inhabitants of a village that was overflowed. His Royal Highness died as he is said to have lived, in the highest exertions of humanity.

Tuesday, April 27.

St. Anthimus and others martyred at Nicodemia, A D. 303.
Sun rises 45m after 4-sets 16m after 7.

April 27, 1546-Stow, in his Chronicles, relates the following singular fact as occurring on "W. Foxley, pot-maker for the Mint in the Tower of London, fell asleep, and so continued sleeping, and could not be wakened with Pricking,

this day.

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ERRATA-At p. 225, 1st, col. four lines from bottom, for and read on.-P. 226, 1st col. nine

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Illustrated Article.

THE LADY OF ALVESTOUN.
A BORDER ROMANCE.
(For the Olio.)

The glen is here all beauteous as of yore,
The stream still rushes o'er its pebbly bed,
The fruitful pastures yield their wonted store,
And wild-flowers o'er the sward their tinges
spread:

All these are present to the traveller's view; But vainly seeks he for the stately tower, Which frown'd of old o'er Solway's billowy blue,

And shielded innocence from tyr.nt power. The chapel, too, where oft at evening hour The choral hymn stole through the silent sphere,

And sweet as night dews to the sun-parch'd flower,

Came floating on the weary pilgrim's ear: Yon glowing orb now sinking in the west,

Was wont of yore its purple rays to fling Upon its shrub-clad walls and fretted crest, And lancet lights with gorgeous blazon dim. All these are flown,-yet from this heathy

knoll,

Far beetling o'er the wild enchanting scene, Fancy the pile displays-the vaulted hallThe ramparts huge, where deadly strife bath been. 17-VOL. V.

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But to my tale:-The evening fell
Serene, as now o'er cliff and dell
Not e'en a breeze was heard to sigh,
And scarce a cloud obscured the sky;
All things were hush'd. except the rill
Which babbled down the misty hill,
Commingled with the peasant's song,
From labour homeward hieing,
And shepherd's pipe the hills among
In distant echoes dying.
Far off beneath the moonbeams lay
The Solway ocean, creek and bay
Swelling along with angry roar
Each shelving rock and headland o'er;
Upon its bosom many a sail
Rode silver white along the gale,
And often did the curlew lave
Her pinion in the moonlit wave.
Beneath the eye sweet pastures green,
All spotted o'er with sheep, were seen,
And oft, 'mid fields of waving corn
The reaper wound his signal horn:
The osprey, perch'd in middle air,
Look'd downward on the raven's lair:
Some rugged cliff, whose shadows grey
Wide o'er the furrowing ocean lay
More near, in trailing verdure drest,
Alvestoun rear'd its banner'd crest,
And flung afar its ebon shade
O'er glen and brake and forest glade.
Soon as the fulgid lamp of night

Enrobed its western gate in light,
The warder from his post descried
A form sweep o'er the glacis side,
And halting on its heathy brow,
Survey the silent glen below.

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As on his ashen staff he lean'd
The breezy moonlight o'er him stream'd,
Disclosing to the sentry's view
His white beard floating wet with dew;
Also his harp, which hung behind,
And softly murmur'd in the wind.
"How now, old sir?" the warder cried,
As on again the minstrel hied,
"Hast greater zest for midnight air

Than stout March ale and ven'son fare?
What hast to tell-what news do'st bring?
Whence comest, and whose high deeds can'st
sing?"

"Full many a one's," the bard replied,
"Who hath bravely for his country died;
But rather would I frame my lays
In brave Sir Hubert Trevor's praise;
Next gladly I'll partake thy cheer,
And for the night crave sojourn here."
"In then, right welcome shalt thou be,
And e'en thy merry minstrelsy:
For know this castle doth belong
To him whose actions grace thy song."
Now list the harp's sweet cadence fall
Around Alvestoun's vaulted hall:
Lo, yonder sits the peerless dame,
Enamour'd with its melting strain ;
Her maids around all silent stand,
While streams the moonlight, soft and bland,
Along the ample rush-strewn floor,
Through oriels richly blazon'd o'er.

"Minstrel," quoth Jane of Alvestoun,
"Say who hath won the highest renown
In tourney, or on battle plain,
Or on the dark blue stormy main ?"

"To him, fair dame, belongs most praise Whose actions grace my choicest lays; To him who, pale and gory, lies Beneath Arabia's burning skies." "What say'st thou ?" cried the affrighted dame

"Is my loved lord, Hugh Trevor, slain ?" "Lady, 'tis true-tho' worlds I'd give To bid the brave Hugh Trevor live!" Then o'er his harp the minstrel hung, And thus in mournful numbers sung:

HUGH TREVOR.

All ghastly pale Hugh Trevor lay
Beneath the cold wan moon,

His fair white cheeks were soil'd with gore,
His tresses wild were strewn;
The chilling night dews round him fell,
The breeze his temples fann'd,
As on the redden'd turf he lay
Amid his steel-girt band;

And blanch'd was every furrow'd cheek,
And dim was every eye,
That press'd around the crimson sod
To see Hugh Trevor die!

"Mourn not for me," he faintly cried,
"Go forth, my gallant band,
Say for his king Hugh Trevor died
In a far foreign land.

And bear unto my own sweet bride
This lock she gave to me,
The morn I left my tall grey towers
To cross the deep blue sea ;

I've borne it 'mid the thundering charge

Upon my lion crest,

When spear and shaft in grim array
Came levell'd at my breast!

"It's cheer'd me when the foeman's brand
Hath shower'd down blood like rain,
And comrades round me, hot with toil,
Have fallen like ripen'd grain:

It's cheer'd me when the storm-lash'd waves
Have ridden mid-mast high,

And God's red bolts have flash'd and flamed
Athwart the shuddering sky!

It's nerved with giant strength my frame
Amid the battle roar,

It's bid mine eyes flash wild with joy-
'Twill glad them soon no more!

"Farewell, farewell, my noble steed,
My shady plume and brand!
Farewell my own sweet mountain home,
And ye, my gallant band!
Oft have we striven, side by side,
O'er fields of swarthy Spain,

In hot Arabia's desart clime,

And on the dark blue main;

Oft have our levell'd lances pierced
The haughty Paynim's breast,
And oft our good sharp smiting swords
Clove down the Moorish crest!

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Ere had the cadence died away
A shriek was heard of wild dismay;
The minstrel starting at the sound
Let fall his mantle to the ground,
When straightway in his place was seen
The dreaded form of Albert Cheyne!
The beard which aided his disguise
Fell off, and, with dilated eyes,
And brow that dark and grimly frown'd,
He threw a lowering glance around;
Then slowly from his scabbard drew
A falchion stain'd with gory hue.

"Lady of Alvestoun," he cried,
"Look on this sword, its blade is dyed
In blood of Scotland's choicest boast.
Whose fall this bosom long'd for most;
My trusty sleuth-hounds, 'mid the war,
Snuff'd their high-towering prey afar;
And, ere the sun had kiss'd the west,
Swoop'd downward on his blazing crest;
Nay, blench not, lady-at thy side
Stands one ere long to call thee bride:
These towers are mine-what ho, arise!"
Cried he, and to their wond'ring eyes
The floor op'd wide, and casque and plume
Arose into the vaulted room.
That moment came from distance borne
The cadence of a bugle horn;
Again 'twas heard full loud and long,
Then died the silent vales among ;
Once more it rose, and then the blast
Mingled with steeds approaching fast;
When joy of joys the lady heard
The shout of her victorious lord.

"Haste, haste, my gallant comrades all, Hasten and man the castle wall," Cried Albert Cheyne;-but 'twas too late, That moment seal'd the miscreant's fate:

Hugh Trevor and his armed band,
Rush'd in with brandish'd axe and brand;
Steel clash'd on steel, and streams of gore
Deluged the vast apartment o'er;
Nor was the horrid carnage done,
Till fell the foemen every one,

When mirth's exhilarating strain

Rang through Alvestoun's walls again. T. F.

THE THEATRE IN THE OLDEN TIME.

ABOUT the end of the sixteenth century, the attention of the public began to be generally directed to the drama; and it throve most admirably beneath the cheering beams of popular favour. The theatrical performances which in the early part of Elizabeth's reign had been exhibited on temporary stages, erected in such halls or apartments as the actors could procure, or, more generally, in the yards of the larger inns, while the spectators surveyed them from the surrounding windows and galleries, began to find more convenient and permanent habitations. About the year 1569, a regular playhouse, under the appropriate name of The Theatre, was erected. It is supposed to have stood somewhere in Blackfriars; and, three years after the commencement of this establishment, the queen, yielding to her own inclination for . such amusements, and disregarding the remonstrances of the Puritans, granted licence and authority to the servants of the Earl of Leicester (" for the recreation of her loving subjects, as for her own solace and pleasure when she should think good to see them") to exercise their Occupation throughout the whole realm of England. From this time the number of theatres increased with the increasing demands of the people. Various noblemen had their respective companies of performers, who were associated as their servants, and acted under their protection; and when Massinger left Oxford, and commenced dramatic author, there were no less than seven principal theatres open in the metropolis.

With respect to the interior arrangements, there were very few points of difference between our modern theatres and those of the days of Massinger. The prices of admission, indeed, were considerably cheaper: to the boxes the entrance was a shilling; to the pit and galleries only sixpence." Sixpence also was the price paid for stools upon the stage; and these seats, as we learn from Decker's Gull's Hornbook, were particularly affected by the wits and critics of the time. The conduct of the audience was less restrained by the sense of public decorum,

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