it seem rather the work of a mason than a free-máson. A chipper and hewer of stone is always called a mason ; while, for the sake of distinction, a freemason is called a free-mason, all the world over: the latter is one of a fraternity called a lodge, the former belongs to a society, which nurses him in sickness, and buries him when he dies. Now, what says Sterne's inscription? “This stone is erected by two brother masons, who regret he lived not to become a member of their society, because, it is evident, his admirable works were executed by rule and square" A very natural and very

humane wish. The princes and proud ones--the free-masons of the earth, stood aloof, and saw Sterne, whose wit had so often awakened their pleasant drowsy-heads, borne to thegraye hy strangers: so up came those two humane and humble masons to do honour, in their own kind-hearted, but uncouth, way, to one whose works they admired; and they wished him to have belonged to their society, to secure him a decent funeral, and poured their affections over his grave in the simple language of their trade, which Jachin calls allegorical. Yet, even allowing those respectable men to have been free-masons, does that say they were not “hewers of the dusty palace stone ?" The heroes of the rule and square, the hammer and chisel, and trowel, and plummet, are almost, without exception, all free-masons : but Jachin-Oh! shame on thy ignorance, thou brother of Boaz-has no idea of uniting the real builders of the palace with those allegorical cutters of stone called free-masons.

Yours, in good faith,


The appeal of the writer of “ One brief remembrance of the youthful Bard” was heard.—Judgment affirmed.

J. says, we must return his paper if we refuse it,--at the same time declaring, that “ he can send it to another work."-We will thank him to remember this power when he writes again.

We have received too many Verses on the subject of the kind Incognita's Sonnet to be able to make use of any, without an apparent partiality, which it is our study to avoid.

The Advice to H. D. was given in seriousness. Lion's Head is incapable of laughing.

J. G. G. whose Poem was too short for the Bookseller, to whom he offered it for publication, and who fears it will be too long for the London MagaZINE, is unfortunately in the right.

Song on Sleep,'—" Song of Death,”- “ The Judgment Day,The Craniologist,&c.-written in one hand by four different correspondents :

“ Lines written, Oct. 26, 1820, by John Allen Walker, on observing a single leaf adhering to the vertical extremity of a tall elm near Chelsea, (what a subject !)

“ Lines supposed to be written by Petrarch (impossible !) on beholding Laura walking;" the author of which begs we will “not crucify him on the critic's wheel:".

Sonnet by G. V. D. whose“ Intentions are estimated in their true sense;"-and

“ Stanzas addressed to Miss L—B—,” which we wish we could insert, in return for Eliza's beautiful prose compliment to the Lion's whiskers :

are, some of them, almost too good to be rejected.

We have to thank an unknown Correspondent for the following.

Ye Muses nine inspire

And stir up my poetic fire;
Teach my burning soul to speak

With a bubble and a squeak !
Of Dr. Kitchener I fain would sing,
Till pots, and pans, and mighty kettles ring.

O culinary Sage !
(I do not mean the herb in use,
That always goes along with goose)

How have I feasted on thy page!
" When like a lobster boil'd, the morn

From black to red began to turn,"
Till midnight, when I went to bed,
And clapp'd my tewahdiddle

on my head.
Who is there cannot tell,
Thou lead'st a life of living well ?
" What baron, or squire, or knight of the shirc
Lives half so well as a holy Fry-er ? "
In doing well thou must be reckon'd

The first, and Mrs. Fry the second ;
And twice a Job,—for in thy fev'rish toils
Thou wast all over roasts—as well as boils.

Thou wast indeed no dunce,
To treat thy subjects and thyself at once.
Many a hungry poet eats

His brains like thee,

But few there be
Could live so long on their receipts.

What living soul or sinner

Would slight thy invitation to a dinner,
Ought with the Danaïdes to dwell,

Draw gravy in a cullender, and hear

For ever in his ear
The pleasant tinkling of thy dinner bell.

Immortal Kitchener ! thy fame

Shall keep itself when Time makes game
Of other men's-yea, it shall keep all weathers,
And thou shalt be upheld by thy pen feathers.
Yea, by the sauce of Michael Kelly,

Thy name shall perish never,

But be magnified for ever-
-By all whose eyes are bigger than their belly !

Yea, till the world is done
-To a turn-and Time puts out the sun,
Shall live the endless echo of thy name.
But, as for thy more fleshy frame,
Ah! Death's carnivorous teeth will tittle

Thee out of breath, and eat it for cold victual ;
But still thy fame shall be among the nations
Preserv'd to the last course of generations.

Ah me, my soul is touch'd with sorrow

To think how flesh must pass away

So mutton, that is warm to-day,
Is cold and turned to hashes on the morrow!
Farewell ! I would say more, but I
Have other fish to fry.

* The doctor's composition for a nightcap.

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The custom of saying grace at for extension to a niche in the grand meals had, probably, its origin in philosophical, poetical, and perchance the early times of the world, and the in part heretical, liturgy, now comhunter-state of man, when dinners piling by my friend Homo Humanus, were precarious things, and a full for the use of a certain snug congremeal was something more than a gation of Utopian Rabelæsian Chriscommon blessing ; when a belly-full tians, no matter where assembled. was a windfall, and looked like a spe- The form then of the benediction cial providence. In the shouts and before eating has its beauty at a triumphal songs, with which, after a poor man's table, or at the simple season of sharp abstinence, a lucky and unprovocative repasts of chil. booty of deer's or goat's flesh would dren. It is here that the grace be naturally be ushered home, existed, comes exceedingly graceful. The inperhaps, the germ of the modern digent man, who hardly knows whegrace. It is not otherwise easy to ther he shall have a meal the next day be understood, why the blessing of or not, sits down to his fare with a food—the act of eating-should have present sense of the blessing, which had a particular expression of thanks- can be but feebly acted by the rich, giving annexed to it, distinct from into whose minds the conception of that implied and silent gratitude with ever wanting a dinner could never, which we are expected to enter upon but by some extreme theory, have the enjoyment of the many other va- entered. The proper end of foodrious gifts and good things of ex- the animal sustenance—is barely conistence.

templated by them. The poor man's I own that I am disposed to say bread is his daily bread, literally his grace upon twenty other occasions in bread for the day. Their courses are the course of the day besides my perennial. dinner. I want a form for setting Again, the plainest diet seems the out upon a pleasant walk, for a moon- fittest to be preceded by the grace. light ramble, for a friendly meeting, That which is least stimulative to or a solved problem. Why have we appetite, leaves the mind most free none for books, those spiritual re- for foreign considerations.

A man pasts-a grace before Milton--a grace may feel thankful, heartily thankful, before Shakspeare-a devotional ex- over a dish of plain mutton with ercise proper to be said before read. turnips, and have leisure to reflect ing the Fairy Queen ?-but, the re- upon the ordinance and institution of ceived ritual having prescribed these eating, when he shall confess a performs to the solitary ceremony of turbation of mind, inconsistent with manducation, I shall confine my ob- the purposes of the grace, at the servations to the experience which I presence of venison or turtle. When have had of the grace, properly so I have sate (a rarus hospes) at rich called; commending my new scheme men's tables, with the savoury soup Vol. IV.

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and messes steaming up the nostrils, Virgil knew the harpy-nature better, and moistening the lips of the guests when he put into the mouth of with desire and a distracted choice, Celæno any thing but a blessing. We I have felt the introduction of that may be gratefully sensible of the ceremony to be unseasonable. With deliciousness of some kinds of food the ravenous orgasm upon you, it beyond others, though that is a seems impertinent to interpose a re- meaner and inferior gratitude: but ligious sentiment. It is a confusion the proper object of the grace is of purpose to mutter out praises sustenance, not relishes; daily bread, from a mouth that waters. The not delicacies; the means of life, heats of epicurism put out the gentle and not the means of pampering the flame of devotion. The incense which

carcase. With what frame or comrises round is pagan, and the belly- posure, I wonder, can a city chapġod intercepts it for his own. The lain pronounce his benediction at very excess of the provision beyond some great Hall feast, when he the needs, takes away all sense of knows that his last concluding pious proportion between the end and word—and that, in all probability, means. The giver is veiled by his the sacred name which he preachesgifts. You are startled at the in- is but the signal for so many impajustice of returning thanks—for what? tient harpies to commence their foul -for having too much, while so many orgies, with as little sense of true starye. It is to praiset he Gods thankfulness (which is temperance) amiss.

as those Virgilian fowl! It is well if I have observed this awkwardness the good man himself does not feel felt, scarce consciously perhaps, by his devotions a little clouded, those the good man who says the grace, foggy sensuous steams mingling with, I have seen it in clergymen and and polluting the pure altar sacrifice. others—a sort of shame -a sense of

The severest satire upon full tables the co-presence of circumstances and surfeits is the banquet which which unhallow the blessing. After Satan, in the Paradise Regained, a devotional tone put on for a few provides for a temptation in the seconds, how rapidly the speaker will wilderness :fall into his common voice, helping A table richly spread in regal mode, himself or his neighbour, as if to

With dishes piled, and meats of noblest get rid of some uneasy sensation of hypocrisy. Not that the good man

And savour ; beasts of chase, or fowl of was a hypocrite, or was not most

game, conscientious in the discharge of the In pastry built, or from the spit, or boiled, duty ; but he felt in his inmost mind Gris-amber-steamed; all fish from sea or the incompatibility of the scene and shore, the viands before him with the exer- Freshet or purlirg brook, for which was cise of a calm and rational grati

drained tude.

Pontus, and Lucrine bay, and Afric coast. I hear somebody exclaim,- Would The Tempter, I warrant you, you have Christians sit down at table, thought these cates would go down like hogs to their troughs, with- without the recommendatory preout remembering the Giver ? ---0--I face of a benediction. They are like would have them sit down as Chris- to be short graces where the devil tians, remembering the Giver, and plays the host.— I am afraid, the poet less like hogs. Or if their appetites wants his usual decorum in this must run riot, and they must pam- place. Was he thinking of the old per themselves with delicates for Roman luxury, or of a gaudy day at which east and west are ransacked, Cambridge? This was a temptation I would have them postpone their fitter for a Ileliogabalus. The whole benediction to a fitter season, when banquet is too civic and culinary, and appetite is laid ; when the still small the accompaniments altogether a provoice can be heard, and the reason fanation of that deep, abstracted, of the grace returns-with temperate holy scene. The mighty artillery of diet and restricted dishes. Gluttony sauces, which the cook-fiend conjures. and surfeiting are no proper occasions up, is out of proportion to the simple for thanksgiving. When Jeshurun wants and plain hunger of the guest. waxed fat, we read that he kicked. He that disturbed him in his dreams,



from his dreams might have been bib and tucker, I cannot imagine it a taught better. To the temperate fan- surplice. tasies of the famished Son of God, I am no Quaker at my food. I what sort of feasts presented them- confess I am not indifferent to the selves ?-He dreamed indeed,

kinds of it. Those unctuous morsels

of deer's flesh were not made to be As appetite is wont to dream, Of meats and drinks, nature's refreshment received with dispassionate services.

I hate a man who swallows it, afBut what meats

fecting not to know what he is

eating. I suspect his taste in higher Him thought, he by the brook of Cherith matters. I shrink instinctively from stood,

one who professes to like minced And saw the ravens with their horny beaks veal. There is a physiognomical Food to Elijah bringing, even and morn; Though ravenous, taught to abstain from holds that a man cannot have a pure

character in the tastes for food. Cwhat they brought : He saw the prophet also how he filed

mind who refuses apple-dumplings. Into the desart, and how there he slept I am not certain but he is right. Under a juniper ; then how awaked With the decay of my first innocence, He found his supper on the coals prepared, I confess a less and less relish daily And by the angel was bid rise and eat, for those innocuous cates. The whole And ate the second time after repose, vegetable tribe have lost their gust The strength whereof sufficed him forty with me. Only I stick to asparagus, days:

which still seems to inspire gentle Sometimes, that with Elijah he partook,

thoughts. I am impatient and queOr as a guest with Daniel at his pulse.

rulous under culinary disappointNothing in Milton is finelier fancied ments, as to come home at the dinner than these temperate dreams of the hour, for instance, expecting some divine Hungerer. To which of these savoury mess, and to find one quite two visionary banquets, think you, tasteless and sapidless. Butter ill would the introduction of what is melted—that commonest of kitchen called the grace have been most failures-puts me beside my tenour. fitting and pertinent?

The auth of the Rambler used to Theoretically I am no enemy to make inarticulate animal noises over graces; but practically I own that a favourite food. Was this the music (before meat especially) they seem to quite proper to be preceded by the involve something awkward and un- grace? or would the pious man have seasonable. Our appetites, of one or done better to postpone his devotions another kind, are excellent spurs to to a season when the blessing might our reason, which might otherwise be contemplated with less perturbabut feebly set about the great ends of tion? I quarrel with no man's preserving and continuing the species. tastes, nor would set my thin face

They are fit blessings to be contem- against those excellent things in their plated at a distance with a becoming way, jollity and feasting. But as gratitude; but the moment of ap- these exercises, however laudable, petite (the judicious reader will ap- have little in them of grace or graceprehend me) is, perhaps, the least fit fulness, a man should be sure, before season for that exercise. The Quakers he ventures so to grace them, that who go about their business, of every while he is pretending his devotions description, with more calmness than otherwhere, he is not secretly kissing we, have more title to the use of his hand to some great fish — his these benedictory prefaces. I have Dagon-with a special consecration always admired their silent grace, of no ark but the fat tureen beand the more because I have ob- fore him. Graces are the sweet preserved their applications to the meat luding strains to the banquets of anand drink following to be less passi- gels and children; to the roots and onate and sensual than ours. They severer repasts of the Chartreuse ; to are neither gluttons nor wine-bibbers the slender, but not slenderly acas a people. They eat, as a horse knowledged, refection of the poor bolts his chopt hay, with indifference, and humble man: but at the heapedcalmness, and cleanly circumstances. up boards of the pampered and the They neither grease nor slop theme luxurious they become of dissonant selves. When I see a citizen in his mood, less timed and tuned to the

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