THE "RIGHT" LORD LOVAT. The following remarkable anecdote, communicated by a respectable correspondent, with his name and address, may be relied on as genuine. For the Table Book. An old man, claiming to be "the right lord Lovat," i. e. heir to him who was beheaded in 1745, came to the Mansion-house in 1818 for advice and assistance. He was him; and he, too, was none of the wisest, for he kept him in charity more than for any service he had of him. This man of his, named Miles, never could endure to fast like other religious persons did; for he always had, in one corner or other, flesh, which he would eat, when his master eat bread only, or else did fast and abstain from all things. Friar Bacon seeing this, thought at one he did, one Friday, in this manner: Miles, time or other to be even with him, which great black-pudding for his Friday's fast; on the Thursday night, had provided a that pudding he put in his pocket, (thinking to warm it so, for his master had no fire on those days.) On the next day, who was so demure as Miles! he looked as though he could not have eat any thing. When his master offered him some bread, he refused it, saying, his sins deserved a greater penance than one day's fast in a whole week. His master commended him for it, and bid him take heed he did not dissemble, for if he did, it would at last be known. "Then were I worse than a Turk," said Miles. So went he forth, as if he would have gone to pray privately, but it black-pudding. Then he pulled out, and was for nothing but to prey privily on his fell to it lustily: but he was deceived, for, having put one end in his mouth, he could neither get it out again, nor bite it off; so ing him, came; and finding him in that that he stamped for help. His master hearpudding, and led him to the hall, and manner, took hold of the other end of the showed him to all the scholars, saying, students, what a devout man my servant "See here, my good friends and fellowMiles is! He loved not to break a fast in person and face as much like the rebel lord, if one may judge from his pictures, as a person could be, and the more especially as he was of an advanced age. He said he had been to the present lord Lovat, who had given him food and a little money, and turned him away. He stated his pedigree and claim thus:-The rebel lord had an only brother, known by the family name of Simon Fraser. Before lord Lovat engaged in the rebellion, Simon Fraser went to a wedding in his highland costume; when he entered the room where the party was assembled, an unfortunate wight of a bagpiper struck up the favourite march of a clan in mortal enmity with that of Fraser, which so enraged him, that he drew his dirk and killed the piper upon the spot. Fraser immediately fled, and found refuge in a mine in Wales. No law proceedings took place against him as he was absent, and supposed to have perished at sea. He married in Wales, and had one son, the old man abovenamed, who said he was about sixty. When lord Lovat was executed his lands became forfeited; but in course of time, lord L. not having left a son, the estates were granted by the crown to a collateral branch, (one remove beyond Simon Fraser,) the present lord, it not being known that Simon Fraser was alive or had left issue. It is further remarkable that the applicant further stated, that both he and his father, Simon Fraser, were called lord Lovat by the miners and other inhabitants of that spot where he was known. The old man was very ignorant, not knowing how to read or write, having been born in the mine and brought up a miner; but he said he had preserved Simon Fraser's highland dress, and that he had it in THE Wales. FAST-PUDDING. EXTRACT FROM THE FAMOUS HISTORIE OF How Friar Bacon deceived his Man, that would fast for conscience sake. Friar Bacon had only one man to attend day-witness this pudding, that his conscience will not let him swallow!" His Miles did vow never to break any fast-day master did not release him till night, when while he lived. CLERICAL ERRORS. For the Table Book. REV. MR. ALCOCK, OF BURNSAL, NEAR SKIPTON, YORKSHIRE. Every inhabitant of Craven has heard tales of this eccentric person, and numberless are the anecdotes told of him. I have not the history of Craven, and cannot name it happened between fifty and sixty years the period of his death exactly, but I believe ago. He was a learned man and a witso much addicted to waggery, that he sometimes forgot his office, and indulged in sallies rather unbecoming a minister, but nevertheless he was a sincere Christian. The following anecdotes are well known in Craven, and inay amuse elsewhere. One of Mr. Alcock's friends, at whose house he was in the habit of calling previously to his entering the church on Sundays, once took occasion to unstitch his sermon and misplace the leaves. At the church, Mr. Alcock, when he had read a page, discovered the joke. "Peter," said he, “thou rascal! what's thou been doing with my sermon?" then turning to his congregation he said, "Brethren, Peter's been misplacing the leaves of my sermon, I have not time to put them right, I shall read on as I find it, and you must make the best of it that you can ;" and he accordingly read through the confused mass, to the astonishment of his flock. On another occasion, when in the pulpit, he found that he had forgotten his sermon; nowise disappointed at the loss, he called out to his clerk," Jonas, I have left my sermon at home, so hand us up that Bible, and I'll read 'em a chapter in Job worth ten of it!" Jonas, like his master, was an oddity, and used to make a practice of falling asleep at the commencement of the sermon, and waking in the middle of it, and bawling out "amen,' thereby destroyed the gravity of the congregation. Mr. Alcock once lectured him for this, and particularly requested he would not say amen till he had finished his discourse. Jonas promised compliance, but on the following Sunday made bad worse, for he fell asleep as usual, and in the middle of the sermon awoke and bawled out " Amen at a venture!" The Rev. Mr. Alcock is, I think, buried before the communion-table of Skipton church, under a slab of blue marble, with a Latin inscription to his memory. T. Q. M. " LA MORTE D'OLOFERNE. In the interval of the frist to the second act it shall have a new and pompous Ball nini, who has by title: of the composition of John Baptista Gia IL SACRIFICIO D'ABRAMO, in which will enter all the excellent corp of Ball, who dance at present in the said Royal Theatre; the spetacle will be finished with the second act and Ball analog to the same Drama, all with the nessessary decoration. This is who is offered to the Respectable Publick of whom is waited all the proctetion and concurrence : It will begin at 8 o'clok. Na Officina de Simão Thaddeo Ferreira. 1811. Com licenca. ODD SIGN. For the Table Book. At West-end, near Skipton in Craven, Yorkshire, a gate hangs, as a sign to a public-house, with this inscription on it This gate hangs well, And hinders none; Refresh and pay, And travel on. J. W. SNUFFERS. Perhaps there is no implement of domestic use that we are less acquainted with, in its old form, than snuffers. I have now before me a pair, which for their antiquity and elegant workmanship seem worth attention the engraving on the other side represents their exact size and construction. After some research, I can only meet with particulars of one other pair, which were found in digging the foundation of a granary, at the foot of a hill adjoining to Cotton Mansion-house, (formerly the seat of the respectable family of the Mohuns,) in the parish of St. Peter, Portisham, about two miles north-east from Abbotsbury in Dorsetshire. They were of brass, and weighed six ounces. "The great difference," says Mr. Hutchins, "between these and modern utensils of the same name and use is, that these are in shape like a heart fluted, and consequently terminate in a point. They consist of two equal lateral cavities, by the edges of which the snuff is cut off and received into the cavities, from which it is not got out without particular application and trouble. There are two circumstances attending this little utensil, which seem to bespeak it of considerable age: the roughness of the workmanship, which is in ail respects as rude and coarse as can be well imagined, and the awkwardness of the form." There is an engraving of the Dorsetshire snuffers in the history of that county. The snuffers now submitted to notice are superior in design and workmanship to those found in Dorsetshire. The latter seem of earlier date, and they divide in the middle of the upper as well as the lower part, but in one respect both pairs are alike they are each in shape like a heart," and they each terminate in a point formed exactly in the manner shown by the present engraving. The print likewise shows that the box of the snuffers bears a boldly chased winged head of Mercury, who had more employments and occupations than any other of the ancient deities. Whether as the director of theft, as the conductor of the departed to their final destination, as an interpreter to enlighten, or as an officebearer constantly in requisition, the portrait of Mercury is a symbol appropriate to the implement before us. The engraving shows the exact size of the instrument, and the present appearance of the chasing, which is in bold relief, and was, originally, very elegant. These snuffers are plain on the underside, and made without legs. They were Absalon, rebelling. Now for the crown and throne of Israel, To be confirm'd with virtue of my sword, And writ with David's blood upon the blade. That with sweet milk and honey overflowed. Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees, Absalon, triumphant. Absalon. First Absalon was by the trumpet's sound Proclaim'd thro' Hebron King of Israel; And now is set in fair Jerusalem With complete state and glory of a crown. Fifty fair footmen by my chariot run; And to the air, whose rupture rings my fame, Wheree'er I ride, they offer reverence. Why should not Absalon, that in his face Carries the final purpose of his God, (That is, to work him grace in Israel). Jove, for Jehovat, Oh be not cry: art thou not only fair? Come twine thine arms about this snow-white neck, Cilica. Madam, I hope you mean not for to mook me. Altida. No, King, fair King, my meaning is to yoke thee, Hear me but sing of Love: then by my sighs, Cilicia. Sing, Madam, if you please; but love in jest. Beauty, alas! where wast thou born, I and thou in sooth are one, Heigho, I love; Heigho, I love: 642 Alvida. And wilt thou then not pity my estate ? Cilicia. Your love is fixed on a greater King. Alvida Tut, women's love-it is a fickle thing. I love my Rasni for my dignity: I love Cilician King for his sweet eye. I love my Rasni, since he rules the world: But more I love this Kingly little world. And thus, and thus, and thus: thus much I love thee. [From "Tethys' Festival," by Samuel Daniel, 1610.] Song at a Court Masque C. L. Scylla and Charybdis. ANCIENT AND PRESENT STATE. Incidit in Scyllam, cupiens vitare Charybdis. This Latin verse, which has become proverbial, is thus translated : He falls on Scylla, who Charybdis shuns. The line has been ascribed to Ovid; it is not, however, in that or any other classic poet, but has been derived from Philippe Gualtier, a modern French writer of Latin verses. Charybdis is a whirlpool in the straits of Messina, on the coast of Sicily, opposite to Scylla, a dangerous rock on the coast of Italy. The danger to which mariners were exposed by the whirlpool is thus |