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ritable, only the neighbours say that time I forgot, in the excellence of his he's not just what he ought to be, and wine, and the agreeable nature of his the servants hear strange noises at conversation, the strange character I night through the rooms.” “ Pooh!" had heard of bim, and so pleased was said I, " is that all ? any noise is better I with my companion, who appeared than being out under the rain.” “May possessed of almost boundless informabe you'd be of a different opinion be- tion, and great conversational talents, fore morning," muttered the ferryman, that I parted from him with regret, as I turned my horse's head in the di- when he intimated to me that it was rection he pointed out.
time for me to seek repose after the The house to which I came to beg a fatigues of the day. night's lodging, was one well suited, The apartment in which my bed was at least in external appearance, to the prepared was in perfect keeping with character I had heard of it—a broken the one in which we had been sitting. gate admitted me with ease to what It was comfortless and gloomy-tbere had once been an avenue, but was now was a large fire in the grate-the rain overgrown with grass and weeds--the was pattering against the windows, and mansion itself appeared rapidly tum- the melancholy whistle of the wind bling into decay, but I had no time to through the ill-joined crevices of the make particular observations or my casement, was dismal in the extreme : courage might perhaps have failed me, my heart sunk within me as the recefor I was anxious to get shelter from ding steps of my host died away upon the storm, which was now beating with the lobby, and I looked on the large increased violence. The knocker was and curtainless bed in which I was to broken off from the hall door, and I sleep. I had remarked before we left was obliged to knock with the handle the parlour that there were two mirrors of my riding whip. The door in a exactly opposite to each other; but imfew minutes was opened by an old wo- mediately on my entrance he had drawn man, who, holding it in her hand, asked a curtain over one. In this room there my business. I told her I was a be- was a mirror exactly corresponding to nighted traveller seeing a night's 'the one below stairs, and precisely oplodging. She had not time to make a posite, a curtain concealed what I supreply, for the master of the house hav- posed to be another mirror. I could ing overheard our conversation, came easily have ascertained by raising up to the door, and politely welcoming the curtain, but I had an undefined me, called a servant-man to take my dread upon my mind, which prevented horse, and giving directions that he me from doing this. I felt a strange should be well fed and attended to, and unaccountable awe upon my spiconducted me into the room where he rits which every thing around me served had been sitting. “ It is not often that to deepen. I went to bed and I fell I have the pleasure of seeing any one asleep, and I dreamed of the curtain : here,” said he, when I was excusing I thought I saw it slowly rise up, and my intrusion, “and I rejoice at the for- behind it there was a large and wide tunate circumstance which allows me hall, and gloomy lamps all round were your society." I thought of the fer- sending up a glimmering and smoky ryman's words, and began to feel a lit- flame, and it was full of skeletons that tle queer, the apartment we were in moved about like living things ; some was large, and wainscotted up to the were leaning against the pillars, and ceiling, the windows were hung round their fleshless arms were folded across with old-fashioned tapestry, but the --and others were walking slowly up
want of shutters gave the room a cold and down, but in a distant part of the and dismal appearance-in each corner hall; there was a party of them dan.
there was a table covered with globes cing, and they were moving about with · and balls of various sizes and colours, 'their long, lank bones, and their ribs and instruments which I then imagined and joints were rattling together ; to be mathematical—the furniture was I thought that they were keeping time all of oak ; he drew a table towards to the jingling of their bones; at the hearth, placed a chair for me, and last they spied me, and a very large piling two or three fresh faggots on the skeleton, who seemed the cominander fire, ordered a servant to bring in sup- of the party, stretched out his great arn per, and a bottle of wine. In a short bone as if pointing at me, and the whole
set danced down towards me, and as heated by the terror of my dream, in the they came down the hall cutting the other mirror I saw plainly, and as large most fantastic capers, all the others as life, the figure of Eliza; she was in joined, and the clattering of their bones graveclothes, and her features wore the upon the pavement, and the rattle that pallid hue of death. I felt my hair to they made as they jostled each other, stand on end I could not turn my was the most terrific thing I could have eyes from the spectre ; her eyes were conceived, until they got almost within open, and she was staring at me with reach of me, and then they set up the her glazed and motionless balls--in her wildest and most hideous laugh, and its hand was the magical volume which echo pealed fearfully along the vaulted she had been reading on the morning roof of the hall. I screamed with ter we parted ; I shrunk involuntarily ror ; and, awaking, found myself fairly back-1 accidentally struck the curtain tumbled out of bed, and lying at tuil behind me, and it fell—immediately length upon the floor.
the apparition vanished, and every I must have been some time asleep, thing was still and quiet as before. I for the fire which was burning pretty know not how I passed the hours until high when I went to bed, was nearly break of day ; I could not have slept ; extinguished. Its dim light, however, I threw up the window, and even the showed every object in the room—the beating of the rain upon my fevered curtain was still hanging down in its temples afforded me relief ; I dare not former place, and the mirror opposite raise the curtain again ; I thought was quietly reflecting the red glare of the at times I heard the noise of struggling dying fire. I threw some faggots, of along the stairs and lobbies, and then whichmy host's servant had left mea very a scream, and then peals of laughter, plentiful store, upon the grate. In a just such as I had heard in my dream; few minutes there was a bright and but all I can be certain of is, that scarcely cheering blaze. I stood at the tire half had the gray light of the morning afraid to return to bed, least I should streaked the castern sky when I left again encounter my ghostly dancers, the house ; the servant was up—he and one such ball, even in a dream, was gave me my horse without asking any quite enough. I employed myself in questions, and I did not feel myself considering the theory of dreams, and quite safe until I was seated in the ferhad very satisfactorily decided that the ryboat, with the pure breeze of ocean whole cause of this mysterious appari- fanning me with its refreshing cooltion was to be found in the words of ness. the ferryman, and my own curiosity
All that I discovered of Eliza may be about the purposes of the mirrors.- summed in a few words. Not many This last I was resolved should not weeks afterwards I was walking in the long remain unsatisfied, and I boldly island of Cove, and as I passed the lonely walked up to the curtain determined grave-yard at Ballintemple, my attento look behind, even if it concealed the tion was attracted by a little marble hall of skeletons itself. Twice I stretch- slab at the head of a new made tomb; ed out my trembling hand, and twice I read the inscription—it was “Eliza—. my resolution failed me. I cast a fear- obiit Aug. 16, 17—-;" it was the very ful glance at the opposite glass-for a day upon which her spectre had so moment I was startled at a tall, white mysteriously appeared to me.
There figure ; but I soon discovered it was repose lier mortal remains—but why the reflection of my own person.
I that remote spot should be the restinglaughed at my folly—and summoning place of her dust, I know not ; she is up all my nerve drew up the mysterious now, probably, forgotten by all, and curtain. There was behind iť a plain not even her grave, to a common mirror, and nothing greeted me but the observer, is distinguished from the mere apparition of my own form. I tombs around. Whatever was the felt myself half disappointed ; I made darkness of her mysterious destiny, a low bow to my own shadow, and I never could discover it. I had afterwished the ghost good night ; he, of wards reason to believe, that the person course, politely returned it ; I cast to whom she was originally betrothed one towards the opposite wall-and was my host upon the night, I was can I believe the evidence of my witness to the scenes, which, be they senses, or was it but an inxagination fancies or realities, I have attempted
to describe. The coincidences, at poor remains to be carried to the same. least, were singular. My reader will, spot where her's repose. It may be a form his own opinion, according to his foolish wish, but I cannot help it; I superstition or his scepticism. But I never will believe, but that we were must have done. My lot has been a kindred souls, and though in life we lonely one, and I must soon reach the have not been together, it will be a confines of that land where all things consolation to think that in our deaths are forgotten. I have directed my we will not be divided.
# Carmina secessum scribentis et otia quærunt;
Ov. DE. TRIST.
When the light zephyr skims the sunlit main,
Upon the softness of the poet's lute.
ON EARLY ENGLISH HISTORY.
History, which has been called "an course the study of the Divine Word,) ticipated experience,” and which may than endeavouring to separate truth from give an account either of the transac- error in historical narrative, wherever tions of ages long past, or of events materials are attainable; and we most which have occurred in our own times, readily bear testimony to the great imhas been always deemed one of the provements made by modern commost interesting pursuits of intelligent pilers; though I think the field is yet men. It may be treated of in various open for future investigators in the hisways, and there is no subject which tory of almost every period. Nay, we affords more scope for laborious research can read with pleasure avowed fictions and for ingenious disquisition. When in which antiquarian research has enwe peruse the history of any country abled the author to give a lively and or of any period, we not only have a probable representation of the manners right, but it is our duty—to enquire of any age or country, to delineate the what authority the writer had for the character of well known personages, facts which he relates; and if we do and to render a tale interesting, without so, we shall sometimes find that the introducing circumstances inconsistent narrative of the professed historian with well-authenticated transactions. rests upon as slight grounds as the Such tales serve to render us familiar tale of the poet or of the writer of with men and circumstances, and often romance ; and that we can place no draw us on to examine the periods of more dependance on its truth. Some which they treat with more attention. times the compiler, and the greater But to proceed to ourimmediate object, number of historical writings extant are we purpose to offer some remarks on the compilations, endeavours to make his early part of English history and the work interesting by the embellishments writers of it; remarks which may of his fancy; sometimes he is misled by properly be called desultory, because we the prejudices or interested misrepre- shall not consider ourselves bound to prosentations of the original writers, which ceed according to any fixed plan, or to cannot be disproved, though they may notice every circumstance of importbe suspected from the loss of the records ance ; but selecting whatever strikes of the other party, or from their inability us, we shall endeavour to show the nato tell their story—as suggested in the ture of the evidence, and the differences well known fable of the man and the subsisting amongst the principal modern lion; and when variety of evidence compilers. Weshall hope thus to supply can be produced, and an impartial materials for discussion, and to elicit judge endeavours to ascertain the truth, from correspondents some remarks so contradictory is this evidence often which may serve to clear the mist in found, like that occasionally produced in which that part of our history is now a court of justice, that after a long and involved. patient investigation he is unable to The early history of Britain-i. e. make a decision satisfactory to himself of the time previous to the invasion of or to others. Sometimes a favourite Julius Cæsar, is generally omitted by theory evidently biasses the judgment the modern compiler. Brutus the Troof the writer; and sometimes, in the jan, (the contemporary of Eli, the judge dearth of matter, he indulges in speci- of Israel) and Lear, with his three ous reasoning, instead of honestly con- daughters, rendered familiar to us by fessing his ignorance. Yet far are we the drama of Shakspeare, with the mafrom intending to censure the labours ny other princes who filled up the long of the historical compiler, or to repre- period from Brutus to Cassibela, are sent them as useless. On the contrary, now consigned, so far as history is conwe do not know a more interesting em- cerned, to deserved oblivion. That ployment, (we speak of employments of Matthew Paris, Matthew of Westmina mere literary kind, and except, of ster, and other old compilers of some
note inserted this romance in their to affirm that the first inhabitants of histories; and that even the master Britain were Kimmerians, when they mind of Milton did not reject it, is not denominate Kimbri and confound with deemed sufficient to give it counte- the Celtæ. It is, however, doubtful nance, for traced to its origin it rests that the Kimmerians were either Kimon the unsupported testimony of Ren- bri or descendants of them, and certain nius, a British monk of Bangor, in the that the Kimbri were not Celts ; a naseventh or ninth century, enlarged up- tion solely and properly Gauls. The on by Geoffrey of Monmouth, who live assertion relative to the origin of the ed in the twelfth century, and whose Britons is not even a plausible con"fertile imagination,” to use an expres. jecture." Such is the manner in which sion of Dr. Henry's respecting him, is the extensive and ingenious researches well-known to bave led to many fic- of Turner are treated by a contemtions. Having rejected the tale of porary writer, who, though a respectBrutus and his followers
, and having able man, is far his inferior in learning few facts to record, some modern wri- and research, and who repeats soon ters have filled their pages with specu- after, that the Cimbri, not only were lations on the origin of the Britons, a Gothic people but used the Gothic The reasoning of Sheran Turner on dialect.” “Pinkerton's opinion is nearthis subject is ingenious if not conclu- ly the same as Turner's, and Dr. Mursive, and it is in part, at least, support- ray in his history of the European ed by the researches of the late Dr. languages, considers the Celtz and Murray. Neither does Lingard differ Cymri of the same family, though he materially from it, though he mentions does not seem to consider them as the only the Celts or Kelts, generally, same with the Cimmerians. We may whilst Turner traces the Kimmerians now leave the subject sub judice, oband Keltoi from the earliest settle- serving that such speculations may ments and distinguishes between them serve to exercise ingenuity, but cannot as different branches of the same be considered as capable of certainty, horde or family, descended from Go- and should therefore never be made mer, son of Japhet. The Belgæ seem the subject of dogmatical assertion, also to have belonged to the same The names of the British tribes, as stock. The identity of the Kimmerii, well as the community of religion, sufKimbri and Cymri is, we think, if not ficiently prove that they were of Cel satisfactorily established, at least ren- tic origin. The accounts given of the dered highly probable by Turner. Druids do not materially differ, but Yet, Dr. Wood, in his “Inquiry into some attribute their origin to the Gauls, the primitive inhabitants of Ireland,” others to the Britons, whilst others says that the Celts and Germans are state that they existed amongst the Celabsurdly called Cimbri, from a small tæ in the east, and were, therefore, anGothic tribe which took its name from tecedent to both. It is, however, in Cimber, signifying in the Gothic lan- opposition to this last, that we do not guage, a robber, thus reversing the pro- find any distinct mention of them in cess of Turner, who derives the signi- other tribes of Celtic origin, as in fication robber, from the depredators of Spain or Italy. Cæsar represents the the Kimbri. In another passage, after Britons as more skilled in the discipmentioning that the Kimbri are spoken line of the Druids, and as instructors of by Cæsar, as Germans, Dr. Wood of the Gauls ; but this does not necesargues that the Britons could not have sarily imply that they were the authors been descended from them or their lan- of it. Our most satisfactory accounts guage would have been Gothic ; but of them are drawn from Cæsar and Turner supposes that Germany was Tacitus : some few circumstances, howsuccessively peopled by the Kimmeri- ever, have been incidentally mentioned ans, the Scythians or Goths, and the by other ancient writers, and Dr. HenSarmatians; and the Kimbri would ry has, probably, collected every thing seem to have been driven from Ger- that deserves notice; perhaps much many by the Gothic tribes, which led more than can be substantiated. It is to their invasion of Gaul and Italy. rather an extraordinary circumstance · But,” says Dr. Wood, alluding proba- that many of the Monkish historians bly to Turner as well as to Pinkerton, have passed over the Druids without "accordingly some late authors venture any notice whatsoever.