been erected for the Freemasons, between whom, making a short cut (in this case the " unkindest and the prince the talismanic sign of the order cut of all" by the way), through Conway and was said to be exchanged in passing, and upon York streets to the esplanade and pier. Meanentering the royal square, behold the statue had while, the ennui suffered by majesty, was felt cast its temporary covering and with pedestal with a difference by the militia men, who, new painted, stood glittering in the sunshine, fatigued with their preparations over night, and till the States and people could scarcely look their unaccustomed amount of duty this mornagainst the glory with which they had investeding, began to wax weary of their position, and it. But the trophy par excellence, the telling object, the pride of the brave Jersey's appeared in the vicinity of "Mourir Lane," where the house called Pierson's Inn presented the appearance of a huge mural monument, having its whited sides apparently perforated with shot holes, the impressions of which were represented by circles of black paint, and along the front with victor wreaths of laurel overshadowing it, stood forth in huge sable letters the tragic intimation" Here Pierson Fell!" Lugubrious as this object appeared amidst the noonday brightness, the gay colours and festive devices by which it was surrounded, to the patriotic natives it was as good as a present triumph, and the vivas that rent the air at this point became redoubled, partly in compliment to her Majesty for loyalty to whose ancestors the hero had fallen, and partly in recommendation of their own good faith and bravery, which vaunted itself in every leaf of the votive laurel sacred to Pierson and the Battle of Jersey. From hence to Halkett Place is but a step, and here the market, made glorious with green boughs, gave and took its share of the holiday; further on, in Beresford-street, raised seats filled with Norman women, dressed in national costume, attracted general attention, and formed a striking and interesting part of the pageant; and so the Queen and her train passed on, amidst a continuation of tacit compliments, now drooping over her in banners inscribed with blessings-now taking the shape of flowery arches, or scattered in rosy strewings on her path-here bands of children, those fair links between the present and the to-come, lined the St. Mark's Road, and mingled their young voices in the general gratulation; the occasion which confirmed their father's fidelity serving to baptize theirs. Houses, streets, publicbuildings-not a spot but teemed and heaved with expectant beings, clustering like swarming bees upon the house-tops, at the open windows, and wherever, and on whatever, appeared to offer a salient point of view, or elevate them above the heads of their fellows. So, on, out of St. Mark's to the St. Saviour's Road, and on to Government House. Still under triumphal arches, and followed by the excited and desiring people, who could not sufficiently feast their eyes upon the fresh fair face of the then young sovereign. On leaving the governor's, the royal party turned off by the St. Martin's Road to Mount Orgueil Castle, and tired of the people's curiosity, and the endless acknowledgements it called for on their part, they endeavoured to avoid both by taking another route on their return, and to long exceedingly for cider. To leave their ranks was out of the question, but to debar themselves from drink was so likewise; the only alternative was to call upon friends and neighbours to furnish them with it, a request so generally complied with, that in some streets cider measures were more rife than muskets, which were ordinarily laid aside. Nay, in some places they piled arms, and finding the heat disagreeably oppressive, proceeded to divest themselves of all superincumbent restraints, and with their shackos hanging by the chinstrap round their necks, or thrust on the back of their heads, their trowsers turned up, their stocks buckled round their arms, and their coat breasts unfastened, continued to wait with a composed interest the signal of her Majesty's return. While thus literally standing "at ease," reckless of appearance as Lord Hamlet when he broke into the presence of the fair Ophelia, word was brought that the royal cortége had turned out of the line of route indicated, and were making as privately and expeditiously as possible for the pier. Instantly fatigue and heat were forgotten, and indifferent to everything but the prospect of losing a parting glimpse of the Sovereign, the militia men broke up their ranks, and diving through the different by-ways came up with the carriages at a rather dangerous angle of the pier. The shouts of these men, animated with sunshine and cider, to the highest pitch of enthusiasm-their disordered appearance, and excited looks, evidently alarmed her Majesty as well as the horses, and the adjutant of the 81st riding up sword in hand to prevent their pressing indecorously near the august party, his charger reared, and threw him; an accident that had the effect of instantly stopping the royal progress, but, fortunately, a few severe bruises, and the destruction for that day of an increased amount of self-esteem, was all the injury the officer received, and these, in all probability, the personal inquiries of her Majesty attempered, if they did not wholly heal-for even in our days it is well known that virtue goeth forth from kings and queens to cure evil. With the exception of this event, and the apocryphal report of two or three cases of coup de soleil amongst the militia men, nothing occurred to cast a shade upon those of the day, which will long be remembered by the inhabitants of Jersey as one pre-eminently interesting in the annals of the island. The same reiterated shouts of gratulation that welcomed the royal party to the shore, followed them from it. Nay, like the farewells of a grateful host, they sounded after them, and (to become a little oriental with an imperial subject), as the light of the Queen's regal smile in parting fell back upon the assembled people, even those who amidst the surrounding murmurs of delight had vented something like dissatisfaction at the absence of crown and sceptre-those outward and visible signs of sovereignty, without which, to ordinary eyes, kings are so hardly distinguishable from commoners, even these became mollified, and in admiration of her Majesty's urbanity as a woman, forgave her want of state as a queen. Another night of music, and song, and shoutof regal devices and loyal toasts, of lamps burning, bells ringing, fireworks cracking, and bonfires blazing, in fact, an overgrown repetition of the doings of the previous one, and after this, subsidence! With the dawn of the next morning, the Albert and Victoria had departed, the Fairy was invisible, the Black Eagle had taken to flight, and the Garland faded into imperceptibleness. For festivity we had a blank, for creativeness chaos, for triumphal-arches dilapidation, our fires had turned to ashes, our pyrotechnics resolved themselves into blackness and their frames; and for all the flowery profusion scattering the paths, spanning streets, and adorning houses, we had seered boughs, and withered blossoms, with gardens denuded of efflorescence for months to come. No matter, the memory of that one day's sunshine, of the presence it served to glorify, will brighten many a dull and shadowy one, and the loyal sentiments written by the people of Jersey, in light and flowers, will live on in the hearts of their children's children, effaceless as the occasion that elicited them. A LAMENT FOR LENT. The following poem is taken from the Ashmole MSS. in the Bodleian Library. It bears no date, but, from the handwriting, orthography, and archaisms appears to have been written about the time of Mary Tudor. It doubtless expresses the feelings of a large class of the comfort-loving English at the approach of Lent, when a heavy fine was inflicted on those who killed any animal for consumption, and when enforced pilgrimages (v. 23, 28), penances, and ecclesiastical fines occupied a disagreeably large proportion of their time and thoughts. "Good wine needs no bush," and I leave the merits of this racy production to speak for themselves. I should add that pious endings to poems were de rigueur at the time, whether the subject were a murder, a monster, a satire, or a lady. The spelling is necessarily modernized, as also are many phrases, so as to make it more intelligible. Subjoined, however, is a verse literally transcribed : 2 By my baptismal faith. 3 For ever and aye. frumentum. 9 Alleluia is used at Christmas and Easter; Laus They have to pound the hard salt-fish with ham- tibi Domine, in Lent, as a response in the mass. mers and mallets. 5 Leese, i. e. lose. 6 Smell. 7 But a dear and a small profit. Deum, also, is not sung in Lent. 10 Waning of the moon. 12 Black-puddings. Te 11 Good cheer. СНАР. Х. BY A NAVAL CHAPLAIN. FROM CAIRO TO THE PYRAMIDS. Knowing that our stay at Cairo must necessarily be a short one, we [resolved to lose no time, but at once set about sight-seeing. First on the list of "lions" was the Mosque of Mahommed Ali, and to drive thither was suggested as the most profitable use we could make of such portion of the afternoon as still remained at our disposal. The necessary orders to procure carriages having been issued, we were soon en route towards this noted temple. To reach it, however, involved the ascent of a considerable hill, which tried our by no means very "fresh" cattle considerably. On the right of the space leading to the mosque stand the remains of the old citadel, and the wall from which Emir Bey leaped is still pointed out as the Mameluke's Leap, a name attaching an imperishable interest to the locality. That a man should have taken a flying leap on horseback from the summit of this wall and yet escape with his life seems almost incredible! Truth, however, is in this, as in many other cases, proverbially stranger than fiction. History tells us that this apparently break-neck jump was performed successfully, so far as the rider was concerned; but that the gallant steed was killed in the fall, notwithstanding the presence of a heap of rubbish at the base of the wall. Nothing but the extreme danger of remaining where he was could have suggested to Emir Bey was the last to enter the perilous alternative as this leap for life. The circumstances were briefly these: The Mamelukes who had been plotting against the Pacha were induced to enter the citadel ere they found that their plot had been discovered, where they soon fell victims to the Pacha's astutely planned stratagem. Emir Bey was the last to enter the fortress, and, whether through the suspicion begotten of conscious plotting, or from having his sense of safety startled by something he saw, distrust at once seized his mind. To ride hastily back to the entrance porch was the work of an instant. Here, however, all egress was prevented by the gate being locked. Hurriedly calculating the cost, as a chance for life on the one hand, and on the other, capture (which his conscience told him involved certain death) he soon nerved himself to adopt the former; and putting spur to the noble animal that had carried him through many a fierce encounter reached the ground alive, but with the sacrifice of his horse's life. To return, however, to our progress: we found in ascending the hill leading to the mosque difficulty so considerable as to cause us to moralize on the degeneration that must have befallen Cairo horses since the days of Emir Bey, and the exploit of his far-famed steed! After several fruitless efforts to induce |