lowship in consequence of marrying, though he was readmitted on the death of his wife. His advancement to the dignity he afterwards attained was purely accidental. Being at the house of a relation at Waltham Abbey, he chanced to be present at a conversation between Fox and Gardiner, the subject of which was the divorce of the king. He remarked, that the speediest method would be, instead of having recourse to the pope as was intended, to consult the universities, as the whole difficulty might be reduced to this simple question, whether a man may marry his brother's wife or not? The king, on being informed of this, immediately exclaimed, in his usual coarse way, "This man has got the right sow by the ear;" and sending for Cranmer, ordered him to write upon the subject; he also niade him his chaplain. Cranmer afterwards held a public disputation at Cambridge upon the point, and converted a number to his own opinion, that the pope had no power to dispense with the word of God. He was then made archdeacon of Taunton, and sent abroad to discuss the affair of the king's marriage. In 1532, he concluded a commercial treaty with the Low Countries; and during his residence in Germany, married a niece of Osiander. On his return he pronounced the sentence of divorce between Henry and Catherine, for which he was threatened with excommunication by the pope. On the death of Warham he was elevated to the archbishopric. Careless of the pope's threat, he went on encouraging the reformation, to further which he obtained a grant from the king to translate the Bible into English. He also zealously forwarded the dissolution of monasteries, and enforced the regal supremacy, which conduct created him numerous enemies, and at length it was designed by the privy council to send him to the Tower; but he obtained from the king his ring as a token of his protection, and the design failed. He was with Henry in his last moments, and was appointed one of his executors. Cranmer was godfather to the Princess Elizabeth, and also to Edward the Sixth, whom he crowned in 1546. The reformation at this period went on vigorously; the Liturgy was settled, the Homilies composed, and the articles established by royal authority. It was with great reluctance that Cranmer assented to the settlement of the crown upon Lady Jane Grey. He was committed to the Tower upon the accession of Mary, and in the following parliament was attainted of high treason, but was pardoned only to be proceeded against on the charge of heresy. In 1554, together

with Latimer and Ridley, he was sent to Oxford for a public disputation, which, as might have been anticipated, terminated in the triumph of their adversaries. After a mock trial, he was deprived of his epis. copal character, and prevailed upon to sign his recantation; but the merciless and ungrateful queen, although Cranmer had formerly been the means of preserving her life, caused him to be burnt. In this trying scene the true nobleness of his mind was made manifest by his repenting the error which he had committed, and exhorting the people to continue faithful to the true religion, to which he himself was a martyr, and which he was then sealing with his blood.-Lives by Strype and Gilpin. PASCHE.

March 31, 1827, died,

LUDERIG VON BEETHOVEN. This celebrated German composer was born in the year 1770, at Baun, his father, at that time being tenor-singer in the chapel of the elector. Luderig Von Beethoven received his first instructions in music from Neefe, the court organist; at the early age of eleven he played, with great skill, the preludes and fugues of the great Sebastian Bach; and at about the same time commenced composition. The elector of Cologne, attracted by his genius, became his patron; and, in 1792, he sent him to Vienna, as court organist under Haydn. The death of his patron, however, took place in 1801, and he was entirely thrown upon his own resources, until the Archduke Rodolph and the Princes Lobkowitz and Kinsky to their honour, in 1809, gave him an annuity of 4,000 florins, equal to nearly 4001. a year.

Beethoven was the author of about one hundred and twenty performances, all of which productions are of the highest order. He was an ardent lover of the works of Handel and Mozart; and of the former master he has been frequently heard to exclaim, "That he would uncover his head, and kneel on his tomb !" To the modern school of composition he paid but slight attention. A friend asked his opinion of Der Frieschutz, and his only answer was, "One Weber, I believe, has written it."

Although Beethoven was neglected in his lifetime, and his days were closed in penury and sorrow, he was interred at Vienna with great honours. Beethoven, however, is not the only genius who has been slighted when living, and honoured when no more!

IT has been well observed, that to be remembered after we are dead is no recompense for being neglected while living.

GOOD-FRIDAY.

A BARRISTER being concerned in a cause which he wanted to postpone for a few days, asked Lord Mansfield when he would bring it on? "On Friday next," said his lordship. "Will you please to consider, my lord, next Friday is GoodFriday?""I don't care for that; the better day the better deed."--" Well, my lord, you will of course do as you please; but if you do sit on that day, I believe you'll be the first judge who did business on a Good-Friday since Pontius Pilate s time."

EXTRACTS FROM AN ODE TO
SCANDAL.

Now, now indeed, I burn with sacred fires,

'Tis Scandal's self that every thought inspires

I feel all potent Genius! now I feel
Thy working magic through each artery
steal;

Each moment to my prying eyes
Some fresh disfigur'd beauties rise;
Each moment I perceive some flaw
That e'en ill-nature never saw.
But hush! some airy whisperer hit..s,
In accents wisely faint,
"Divine Cleora rather squints:
"Maria uses paint?

"That though some fops of Celia prate,
"Yet be not hers the praise;
"For, if she should be passing straight,
"Hem! she may thank her stays.
"Each fool of Delia's figure talks

"And celebrates her fame, "But for my part, whene'er she walks, "I vow I think she's lame. "And see Ma'am Harriet toss her head,

"Lawk, how the creature stares: "Well, well, thank heaven, it can't be said,

"I give myself such airs!" The Ode concludes with the following

stanzas:

To woman every charm was given,
Design'd by all indulgent heaven,

To soften grief or care;
For ye were form'd to bless mankind,
To harmonize and soothe the mind :

Indeed, indeed, ye were.
But when from those sweet lips we hear
Ill nature's whisper, Envy's sneer,

Your power that moment dies: Each coxcomb makes your name his sport, And fools when angry will retort

What men of sense despise. Leave then such vain disputes as these, And take a nobler road to please,———

Let Candour guide your way
So shall you daily conquests gain,
And captives, happy in your chain,
Be proud to own your sway.
SHERIDAN.

ERRATA.

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"To every thing there is a season." Building, parking, and disparking are the order of the present day. "All the talents" write on landscape-gardening; and men who have given up the search of the philosopher's stone, and left "all meaner things" to large numbers, or stocked the present and next generation with novels and romances, are at length convinced of our earthy origin, and accordingly betake themselves to theories of transplantation and papers on agriculture and gardening. Trees and men are found to be improved by being transplanted. "Formerly," says one of the theorists, in unrooting a great tree you kept pulley-hawling by a hundred ropes and cranes, &c.-now you handle him as gently as a flowerstalk." It is just so with men. A voyage to Calais was formerly as great an affair as a trip across the Atlantic is now; and the preparation occupied the time of the present passage. Now, a single stroke or VOL. XI.

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the pen destines you for any city in the known world; and the fiat of one man will transport you to the unknown.

We have already introduced our readers to some of the artificial splendour of the Regent's Park, whose inhabitants, it would appear, are "wiser than some fools, that even change their abode towards the win. ter. Our last entrance was by York Gate, from the New Road; but our present pictorial subject is the EAST GATE, or entrance from" the hamlet" of Camden Town. Its facade is simple and elegant, and the lodges such as we hope to see at every entrance to our metropolitan parks. In the distance is one of the terraces, with its splendid porticoes and colonnades; and the general effect of the fore and back ground is that of a balmy spring morning, such as we wish all our readers may enjoy till we again offer ourselves as their cicerone through this pic turesque domain.

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SPRING.

BY WILLIAM SHOBERL.

(For the Mirror.)

SEASON of joy! whose balmy breath can save
The hapless sufferer sinking to the grave,
Impart a sparkling lustre to the eye,
And give the pallid cheek a roseate dye,
Thrice welcome! for thy influence can impart
A joyous sunbeam to the aching heart,
Remove a wrinkle from the brow of age,
The mind irradiate, care and grief assuage
Unhappy mortal! man of many woes!
Regard the source whence ev'ry blessing flows;
If thou hast known Misfortune's rugged train,
Bow but to HIM, who nothing does in vain,
With calm submission-lift thy voice in pray'r!
Heard are thy sighs-he bids thee not despair!
What tho' a transient gloom the show'r attends,
Yet learn not to distrust his secret ends,
His wisdom infinite. Tis past! 'tis o'er!
And Nature smiles still lovelier than before.

See in the East the minister of light,
With earlier haste dispel the shades of night!
Bright streaks of gold proclaim his presence
nigh-

He comes--one blaze of glory fires the sky!
Wake, bird and beast, and hymn the king of day!
All living things the summons straight obey.
Innum'rous songsters greet his brilliant rays,
Of various note, with song of echoing praise;
The lark, high soaring, carols in the air,
For love and freedom are his only care;
The linnet sweetly trills on spangled thorn,
The blackbird's lays mellifluous hail the morn;
But, list! what mystic sounds salute the ear?
It is the cuckoo's cheerful voice we hear!
From clime to clime the little stranger flies,
In quest of vernal woods and milder skies;
Sweet bird! each budding grove, and bush, and
tree,

With wildest music rings to welcome thee !

Season of promise! herald of delight!
When all conspires to gratify the sight,
Is there a heart feels not thy magic sway
As swiftly pass the laughing hours of May?
The crystal waters more pellucid gleam,
Their finny tenants leap without the stream,
Each other chase as swift along they glide,
Or bask upon the warm and sunny tide;
Disporting o'er the meads, the playful lambs
Gambol in innocence around their dams;
On either hand creation's works present
But one continued scene of merriment.
A robe of richest verdure decks the ground,
And wild flow'rs spring in newer life around;
Besprent with dew, more lovely each appears,
Like Beauty's self dissolv'd in pearly tears.
With sweet perfume, the violet scents the gale,
And modest rears its head the primrose pale;
Luxuriant gardens, too, their sweets diffuse-
A thousand gaudy flow'rs of different hues :
In fullest blossom, orchards far and wide
Their snowy honours wave in conscious pride,
Around their aromatic odours fling,
While busy insects now are on the wing
To cull their fragrance. Diligent they roam,
And bear the honey'd store in triumph home.
The village milkmaid hums her matin song,
As light of heart she trips the green along ;

The ploughboy, too, as he pursues his way,
Whistles aloud, and ev'ry face looks gay.
Season of Love! when Nature's richly drest
In brightest smiles to captivate the breast,
Albeit mem'ry prompts the bitter sigh,
When it recurs to happier days gone by,
Yet will thy glad return my bosom fill
With new delights-with joy's extatic thrill;
The verdant plain-the sougsters' tuneful lay,
At earliest dawn, or close of setting day-
The limpid streams-the fruit-trees op'ning
bloom-

The garden's sweets-the wild flower's rich perfume

To me fresh source of admiration bring
The never-failing beauties of the Spring.

THE following is a substantial translalation of the original Latin, which I find in an old Latin book, entitled, "Variorum in Europa itinerum Delicia," which contains copies of various manuscripts, inscriptions, epitaphs, &c.

Margaret Herman, Countess of Hennenburg, (in Holland) fourth daughter of Floris, Count of Holland and Zealand, &c. &c. (whose uncle was the Duke of Brabant.,) was about 42 years of age, and on the Good Friday, about nine of the clock in the morning, in the year one thousand two hundred and seventysix, was delivered of three hundred and sixty-five children, all of whom were baptized on the day of their birth, the boys were called John, and the girls Elizabeth (all of whom bore a strong resemblance to their mother) and the mother and children died on the very same day they were born, and were buried in the Holy Church of Loosduyn. The occasion of this very miraculous birth was an old beggar woman who happened to solicit alms of the countess as she was passing. This woman had two children in her arms, which she said were twins, and declared that she was left entirely

destitute of home with them. "You wicked impostor," said the enraged countess, "begone, it is impossible." The countess was about to have her punished, and as the beggar (being disturbed in her mind) turned away, she wished that the countess might have at one birth (and who was then enceinte) as many children as there are days in the year.

To prove this, there are the old memorials and manuscripts at Utrecht. May God for ever be praised and glorified,

Amen.

THE great difference which prevails among mankind in intellectual abilities and attainments, is attributed by philosophers to various causes. Of the diversity of mental capacity, one reason indeed, is obvious that Providence, in its wisdom, has allotted to different creatures, different powers, not only in their specific, but in their individual natures. The individual distinction, however, does not obtain to the extent which is generally believed; and many, who are sensible of their deficiency in this respect, have frequently more cause to ascribe it to themselves than to their Maker; because, though undoubtedly some have greater advantages than others for the improvement of the intellectual faculties, few endeavour so far as they are able, and with the opportunities which they possess, to strengthen or refine the understanding.

Many who, for the support of life, always adhere to the same track, compelled by necessity, or led by accident, are often obliged to want the invaluable benefits of a liberal education and polished society, and many, who, by their external circumstances, or the smiles of fortune, might be enabled to enjoy those blessings, are equally precluded from them by casualties of a peculiar nature; by the objections of a particular sect in religion to which they may be united, by avaricious motives, or the ignorant apprehension that those who should gain the knowledge

of life, may recede from the paths of virtue; that those who partake of the elegancies and gaieties of refinement are rendered unfit for the accumulation of wealth, for the cares of domestic life, or the sober sphere of active usefulness.

But those who are debarred, except to a very limited degree, from the advantages of good society, are generally for the same reasons, deprived of the endowments of literature. Real genius, however, accompanied by good sense, will break through the trammels of circumstance, undismayed by privations, unchecked by obstacles; and will proceed so far without foreign assistance, to clear away the mists of ignorance and prejudice with which it is encompassed, as to open to itself a prospect in which the intellectual vision can repose with security, satisfaction, and delight; in which it can discern the travellers up the ascent of knowledge, though favoured by more propitious fortune, and consequently passing above it, some incited by hope, and others supported by application, yet few more ardent in the pursuit, and none making more rapid advances. In this laudable progress, when mindful of its particular condition, it never rejects with contempt the counsels of a friend, or vainly assumes to itself that which it has no right to adopt, and no ability to support. Its deportment is characterized by affability without loquacity, modesty without servility, a disposition to listen .c the decision of more experienced judges; a willingness to arrive at truth, but without the compromise of principle, or the degradation of subserviency. Its knowledge of things appears to be gained by intuition, its ideas of right and wrong almost without reflection; and those whom chance has brought within its influence, derive from it such assistance and gratification, as induce attention and homage, and excite that applause and veneration which the more sensible part of the community are always found ready to confer on merit, however dignified, or however depressed.

The man of sense and genius by his superior powers in the comprehension of what to others may appear difficult or abstruse, is less liable to the admiration of what is great and splendid; to that inquisitiveness in the investigation of truth, or to that loquacity in the display of his knowledge; for which persons of more ordinary capacities, though great pretenders to science, are remarkable. He is, indeed, frequently distinguished by a natural taciturnity; since what to him can be the use of an exuberance of words about things, whose nature is to his un