In the case of Stephen Gardener, who was executed at Tyburn, in 1724, the bellman chanted the above verses.  This man, with another, being brought to St. Sepulchre’s watch-house, on suspicion of felony, which, however, was not validated, they were dismissed.  “But,” said the constable to Gardener, “beware how you come here again, or this bellman will certainly say his verses over you;” for the dreaded bellman happened to be then in the watch-house.—­Such proved to be the case, for the same man suffered the penalty of the law, for housebreaking, “the day and year first above mentioned.”

W.H.H.

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The Contemporary Traveller.

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NOTES OF A TOUR IN THE ISLAND OF JERSEY.

By Alexander Sutherland, Esq.  Member of the Royal Physical Society of Edinburgh.

We lost sight of the Needles at sunset.  There was little wind; but a heavy weltering sea throughout the night.  Nevertheless, our bark drove merrily on her way, and at day-break the French coast, near Cape de la Hogue, was dimly visible through the haze of morning.  At dawn the breeze died away; and as the tide set strongly against us, it was found necessary to let go an anchor, in order to prevent the current from carrying us out of our course.  The surface of the ocean, though furrowed by the long deep swell peculiar to seas of vast extent, looked as if oil had been poured upon it.  The vessel pitched prodigiously too; but neither foam-bubbles nor spray ruffled the glassy expanse.  Wave after wave swept by in majesty, smooth and shining like mountains of molten crystal; and though the ocean was agitated to its profoundest depths, its convulsed bosom had a character of sublime serenity, which neither pen nor pencil could properly describe.

The night-dew had been remarkably heavy, and when the sun burst through the thick array of clouds that impended over the French coast, the cordage and sails discharged a sparkling shower of large pellucid drops.  In the course of the forenoon, a small bird of the linnet tribe perched on the rigging in a state of exhaustion, and allowed itself to be caught.  It was thoughtlessly encaged in the crystal lamp that lighted the cabin, where it either chafed itself to death, or died from the intense heat of the noon-day sun, which shone almost vertically on its prison.  At the time this bird came on board, we were at least ten miles northward of the island of Alderney, the nearest land.

At one P.M. tide and wind favouring, we weighed anchor, and stood away for the Race of Alderney, which separates that island from Cape de la Hogue.  In the Race the tide ran with a strength and rapidity scarcely paralleled on the coasts of Britain.  The famous gulf of Coryvreckan in the Hebridean Sea, and some parts of the Pentland Firth, are perhaps the only places where the currents are equally irresistible.