[1] Stow—­These have lately been re-opened.—­Ed. M.

[2] Parish Books.

[3] Hist. and Antiq.  Paroch.  Church, St. Saviour, Southwark, 4to. 1818.

[4] This Screen is about to be partially restored at an expense of about
    L800. now in course of subscription among the more respectable and
    intelligent parishioners.

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NIGHT-MARE.

(For the Mirror.)

  Sleeping in night-mare’s thunderstorm-wove lap,
    On sunless mountain high above the pole;
  With ice for sheets, and lightning for a cap,
    And tons of loadstones weighing on his soul;
  And eye out-stretched upon some vasty map
    Of uncouth worlds, which ever onward roll
  To infinite—­like Revelation’s scroll. 
    Now falling headlong from his mountain bed
  Down sulph’rous space, o’er dismal lakes;
    Now held by hand of air—­on wings of lead
  He tries to rise—­gasping—­the hands’ hold breaks,
    And downward he reels through shadows of the dead,
  Who cannot die though stalking in hell’s flakes,
  Falling, he catches his heart-string on some hook, and—­wakes.

E.H.[1]

[1] Where did the Sportsman’s Letters come from?—­Ed.

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LACONICS.

There is nothing to be said in favour of fashion, and yet how many are contented implicitly to obey its commands:  its rules are not even dictated by the standard of taste, for it is constantly running into extremes and condemns one day what it approves the next.

There are some people so incorrigibly stupid and prosing, that wherever they are anxious of securing respect, silence would be their best policy.

As we advance in age, it is singular what a revolution takes place in our feelings.  When we arrive at maturity an unkind word is more cutting and distresses us more than any bodily suffering; in our youth it was the reverse.

There is nothing so ravishing to the proud and the great (with all their resources for enjoyment) as to be thought happy by their inferiors.

Such are the casualties of life, that the presentiment of fear is far wiser than that of hope; and it would seem at all times more prudent to be providing against accident, than laying out schemes of future happiness.

The character of any particular people may be looked for with best success in their national works of talent.

There is no absurdity in approving as well as condemning the same individual; for as few people are always in the right, so on the other hand it is improbable they should be always in the wrong.

The most elegant flattery is at second hand; viz., to repeat over again the praises bestowed by others.

Ignorance, simple, helpless ignorance, is not to be imputed as a fault; but very often men are wilfully ignorant.