[045] Tabreret, a tabourer.

[046] Tho, then

[047] Attone, at once—­with him.

[048] Cato being present on one occasion at the floral games, the people out of respect to him, forbore to call for the usual exposures; when informed of this he withdrew, that the spectators might not be deprived of their usual entertainment.

[049] What is the reason that an easterly wind is every where unwholesome and disagreeable?  I am not sufficiently scientific to answer this question.  Pope takes care to notice the fitness of the easterly wind for the Cave of Spleen.

    No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows,
    The dreaded east is all the wind that blows.

Rape of the Lock.

[050] One sweet scene of early pleasures in my native land I have commemorated in the following sonnet:—­

NETLEY ABBEY.

    Romantic ruin! who could gaze on thee
    Untouched by tender thoughts, and glimmering dreams
    Of long-departed years?  Lo! nature seems
    Accordant with thy silent majesty! 
    The far blue hills—­the smooth reposing sea—­
    The lonely forest—­the meandering streams—­
    The farewell summer sun, whose mellowed beams
    Illume thine ivied halls, and tinge each tree,
    Whose green arms round thee cling—­the balmy air—­
    The stainless vault above, that cloud or storm
    ’Tis hard to deem will ever more deform—­
    The season’s countless graces,—­all appear
    To thy calm glory ministrant, and form
    A scene to peace and meditation dear!

D.L.R.

[051] “I was ever more disposed,” says Hume, “to see the favourable than the unfavourable side of things; a turn of mind which it is more happy to possess, than to be born to an estate of ten thousand a year.”

[052] So called, because the grounds were laid out in a tasteful style, under the direction of Lord Auckland’s sister, the Honorable Miss Eden.

[053] Songs of the East by Mrs. W.S.  Carshore.  D’Rozario & Co, Calcutta 1854.

[054] The lines form a portion of a poem published in Literary Leaves in the year 1840.

[055] Perhaps some formal or fashionable wiseacres may pronounce such simple ceremonies vulgar.  And such is the advance of civilization that even the very chimney-sweepers themselves begin to look upon their old May-day merry-makings as beneath the dignity of their profession.  “Suppose now” said Mr. Jonas Hanway to a sooty little urchin, “I were to give you a shilling.”  “Lord Almighty bless your honor, and thank you.”  “And what if I were to give you a fine tie-wig to wear on May-day?” “Ah! bless your honor, my master wont let me go out on May-day,” “Why not?” “Because, he says, it’s low life.”  And yet the merrie makings on May-day which are now deemed ungenteel by chimney-sweepers were once the delight of Princes:—­