P.T.W.

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CURIOUS BEQUEST.

(For the Mirror.)

John Wardell, by will, dated August 29, 1656, gave to the Grocers’ Company, a tenement known by the name of the White Bear, in Walbrook, to the intent that they should yearly, within thirty days after Michaelmas, pay to the churchwardens of St. Botolph, Billingsgate, L4. to provide a good and sufficient iron and glass lantern, with a candle, for the direction of passengers, to go with more security to and from the water side, all night long, to be placed at the north-east corner of the parish church of St. Botolph, from the Feast Day of St. Bartholomew to Lady Day; out of which sum L1. is to be paid to the sexton for taking care of the said lantern.

H.B.A.

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SLEEPERS IN CHURCH.

(For the Mirror.)

Richard Davey, in 1659, founded a free-school at Claverley, Salop, and directed to be paid yearly the sum of eight shillings to a poor man of the said parish, who should undertake to awaken sleepers, and to whip out dogs from the church of Claverley, during divine service.

H.B.A.

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THE SELECTOR;

AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.

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THE EPPING HUNT.

By Thomas Hood, Esq.

We remember the appearance of Mr. Hood’s first work—­Odes and Addresses to Great People; and many a reviewer and printer rejoiced in the light columns which it furnished them by way of extract.  They made up very prettily beside a theological critique, a somewhat lumbering book on political economy, or a volume of deep speculations on geology.  Hood’s little book, a mere thin pocket size, soon grew into notice and favour; the edition ran off, and one or two more impressions have followed.  A host of imitators soon sprung up, but we are bound to acknowledge that from the above to the present time, Mr. Hood has kept the field—­the Pampa of pun—­to himself, and right sincerely are we obliged for the many quips and quiddities with which he has enabled us to garnish our pages.  We say garnish, for what upon earth can better resemble the garnishings of a table than Mr. Hood’s little volumes:  how they enliven and embellish the feast, like birds and flowers cut from carrots, turnips, and beet-root; parsley fried crisp; cascades spun in sugar, or mouldings in almond paste, at a pic-nic supper party.

We love a good motto, and one like Mr. Hood’s speaks volumes: 

    “HUNTS ROASTED”—­

Next comes an advertisement of the author’s endeavour to record a yearly revel (the Epping Hunt,) already fast hastening to decay.  Mr. Hood is serious, as the following epistle will show:—­