The Gatherer.
Reading edition
A snapper up of unconsidered trifles. SHAKSPEARE
REMARKABLE JURY AT HUNTINGDON.
In the 16th century, when figure and fortune, or quality and wealth, were more considered than wisdom or probity, or justice and equity, in our courts of law, Judge Doddridge took upon him to reprimand the sheriff of the county of Huntingdon, for impanneling a grand jury of freeholders who were not, in his opinion, men of figure and fortune. The sheriff, who was a man of sense, and of wit and humour, resolved at the next assizes to try how far sounds would work upon that judge, and gain his approbation. He presented him with the following pannel, which had the desired effect, for when the names were read over emphatically, the judge thought that he had now indeed a jury of figure and fortune:—
A true copy of a Jury taken before Judge Doddridge, at the Assizes holden at Huntingdon, July, 1619.
MaximilianKing—of Torland.
HenryPrince—of Godmanchester.
GeorgeDuke—of Somersham.
WilliamMarquess—of Stukely.
EdmundEarl—of Hartford.
RichardBaron—of Bythorpe.
StephenPope—of Newton.
StephenCardinal—of Kimbolton.
HumphryBishop—of Bugden.
RobertLord—of Worsley.
RobertKnight—of Winwinck.
WilliamAbbot—of Stukely.
RobertBaron—of St. Neot's.
WilliamDean—of Old Weston.
JohnArchdeacon—of Paxton.
PeterSquire—of Easton.
EdwardFriar—of Ellerton.
HenryMonk—of Stukely.
GeorgeGentleman—of Spaldock.
GeorgePriest—of Graffham.
RichardDeacon—of Catsworth.
ThomasYeoman—of Barham.
G.K.
THE NEW PARLIAMENT "DISHED."
(For the Mirror.)
An astounding announcement, but an incontrovertible fact, as shown by the following festive arrangements, made wholly from names of members returned forming the new legislature.
At the head of the table will be found, in A' Court Style, a Blunt, Harty, King, dressed in Green and Scarlett, seated on a Lion—supported on the right by three Thynne Fellows and two Bastard Knights, Baring a Shiel; and on the left by a Sadler, seven Smiths, and the Taylor "wot" Mangles with his Bodkin. The bottom, it is understood, will be graced by a Mandeville on a Ramsbottom, with a White Rose at each elbow, and a Forrester and Carter on one side, and a Constable and Clerk on the other. The sides will contain a Host of unknown Folks.
Lamb, dressed by an English Cooke, will be one of the principal joints; and birds being scarce this season, there will only be a Heron, two Martins, a couple of Young Drakes, and a Wild Croaker. There will, however, be an immense Lott of French Currie, and the Best Boyle Rice. Fruit being yet unripe, there will consequently only be some Peach and Lemon Peel.
The whole will be got up at a great Price; but in order to go a Pennefather, the amusements of the evening are to be further promoted by the performance of Dick Strutt, the celebrated Millbank Ryder, who will Mount a Hill, and afterwards, while swallowing a Long Pole, blow a Horn fantasie through his nose without Pain, and then Skipwith a live Buck and two Foxes—concluding with a description of his late two Miles Hunt in three Woods.
Among the splendid pictures decorating the walls, are some views along the Surry Banks and of the Bridges.
On the whole, some warm work is anticipated, from there being a supply of both Coke and Cole; but as to who will Wynne, remains to be seen.
Walworth.
G.W.
EPITAPHS.
On Ann Jennings, at Wolstanton.
Some have children, some have none; Here lies the mother of twenty-one.
On Du Bois, born in a baggage-wagon, and killed in a duel.
Begot in a cart, in a cart first drew breath, Carte and tierce was his life, and a carte was his death.
On a Publican.
A jolly landlord once was I, And kept the Old King's Head hard by, Sold mead and gin, cider and beer, And eke all other kinds of cheer, Till Death my license took away, And put me in this house of clay: A house at which you all must call, Sooner or later, great and small.
On John Underwood.
Oh cruel Death, that dost no good, With thy destructive maggots; Now thou hast cropt our Underwood, What shall we do for fagots?
In Dorchester Churchyard.
Frank from his Betty snatch'd by Fate, Shows how uncertain is our state; He smiled at morn, at noon lay dead— Flung from a horse that kick'd his head. But tho' he's gone, from tears refrain, At judgment he'll get up again.
EPITAPHS IN BROMSGROVE CHURCHYARD.
In memory of Thomas Maningly, who died 3rd of May, 1819, aged 28 years.
Beneath this stone lies the remains, Who in Bromsgrove-street was slain; A currier with his knife did the deed, And left me in the street to bleed; But when archangel's trump shall sound, And souls to bodies join, that murderer I hope will see my soul in heaven shine.
Edward Hill, died 1st of January, 1800, aged 70.
He now in silence here remains, (Who fought with Wolf on Abraham's plains); E'en so will Mary Hill, his wife, When God shall please to take her life. 'Twas Edward Hill, their only son, Who caused the writing on this stone.
We perceive that Mr. Murray has advertised the second edition of Sir Humphry Davy's Salmonia, with the following opinion quoted from the Gentleman's Magazine: "One of the most delightful labours of leisure ever seen—not a few of the most beautiful phenomena of nature are here lucidly explained." Now, these identical words occur in our Memoir of Sir H. Davy prefixed to vol. xiii. of The Mirror, and published in July, 1829. A Memoir of Sir Humphry Davy appeared subsequently in the Gentleman's Magazine of the same year, in which the editor has most unceremoniously borrowed the original portion of our Memoir (among which is that quoted above), without a single line of acknowledgment. He has, too, printed this matter in his largest type, while we were content to write and sell the whole Memoir and Portrait at our usual cheap rate.
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