قراءة كتاب The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827

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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction
Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827

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lineaments have a voice which calls for commiseration and assistance. Celsus says, that knowing two physicians equally intelligent, he should prefer the one who was his friend, for the obvious reason that he would feel a deeper interest in his welfare. Kindness composes, and harshness disturbs the mind, and each produces correspondent effects upon the body. A tone, a look, may save or destroy life in extremely delicate cases. Whatever may be the prognosis given to friends, in all febrile cases, the most confident and consoling language about the ultimate recovery should be used to the sick, as prophecies not unfrequently contribute to bring about the event foretold, by making people feel, or think, or act, differently from what they otherwise would have done. Again, in chronic cases, as time is required for their cure, by explaining to the patient this fact, we maintain his confidence, we keep his mind easy, and thus gain a fair opportunity for the operation of regimen or remedies; in short, the judicious physician, like the Roman general, Fabius, conquers through delay, by cutting off the supplies, and wearing out the strength of the enemy. In large cities, where the mind is so much overwrought in the various schemes of private ambition, or of public business, anxiety is very frequently the grand opposing circumstance to recovery; so that while the causes which produced it are allowed to operate, mere medical prescription is of no avail. The effects of this anxiety are visible in the pallid face and wasted body. But if the patient be possessed of philosophy enough to forego his harassing pursuits; if he have not, from the contact and cares of the world, lost his relish for the simple and sublime scenes of nature, a removal into the country is of the utmost efficacy. The deformity and conflict of the moral world are exchanged for the beauty and calm of the physical world; and surrounded by all the poetry of earth and heaven, the mind regains its peace, and the health, as if by magic, is perfectly restored.—Dr. Armstrong's Lectures.

DIET.

Experience has taught us that the nature of our food is not a matter of indifference to the respiratory organs. Diseased lungs are exasperated by a certain diet, and pacified by one of an opposite kind. The celebrated diver, Mr. Spalding, observed, that whenever he used a diet of animal food, or drank spirituous liquors, he consumed in a much shorter period the oxygen of the atmospheric air in his diving-bell; and he therefore, on such occasions, confined himself to vegetable diet. He also found the same effect to arise from the use of fermented liquors, and he accordingly restricted himself to the potation of simple water. The truth of these results is confirmed by the habits of the Indian pearl-divers, who always abstain from every alimentary stimulus previous to their descent into the ocean.—Dr. Paris on Diet.


THE MONTHS

The season has now advanced to full maturity. The corn is yielding to the sickle, the husbandmen,

"By whose tough labours, and rough hands,"

our barns are stored with grain, are at their toils, and when nature is despoiled of her riches and beauty, will, with glad and joyous heart, celebrate the annual festival of

THE HARVEST HOME.

BY CORNELIUS WEBBE.

Hark! the ripe and hoary rye

Waving white and billowy,

Gives a husky rustle, as

Fitful breezes fluttering pass.

See the brown and bending wheat,

By its posture seems to meet

The harvest's sickle, as it gleams

Like the crescent moon in streams,

Brown with shade and night that run

Under shores and forests dun.

Lusty Labour, with tired stoop,

Levels low, at every swoop,

Armfuls of ripe-coloured corn,

Yellow as the hair of morn;

And his helpers track him close,

Laying it in even rows,

On the furrow's stubbly ridge;

Nearer to the poppied hedge.

Some who tend on him that reaps

Fastest, pile it into heaps;

And the little gleaners follow

Them again, with whoop and halloo

When they find a hand of ears

More than falls to their compeers.

Ripening in the dog-star's ray,

Some, too early mown, doth lay;

Some in graceful shocks doth stand

Nodding farewell to the land

That did give it life and birth;

Some is borne, with shout and mirth,

Drooping o'er the groaning wain.

Through the deep embowered lane;

And the happy cottaged poor,

Hail it, as it glooms their door,

With a glad, unselfish cry,

Though they'll buy it bitterly.

And the old are in the sun,

Seeing that the work is done

As it was when age was young;

And the harvest song is sung;

And the quaint and jocund tale

Takes the stint-key from the ale,

And as free and fast it runs

As a June rill from the sun's

Dry and ever-drinking mouth:—

Mirth doth alway feel a drowth.

Butt and barrel ceaseless flow

Fast as cans can come and go;

One with emptied measures comes

Drumming them with tuneful thumbs;

One reels field-ward, not quite sober,

With two cans of ripe October,

Some of last year's brewing, kept

Till the corn of this is reaped.

Now 'tis eve, and done all labour,

And to merry pipe and tabor,

Or to some cracked viol strummed

With vile skill, or table drummed

To the tune of some brisk measure,

Wont to stir the pulse to pleasure,

Men and maidens timely beat

The ringing ground with frolic feet;

And the laugh and jest go round

Till all mirth in noise is drowned.

Literary Souvenir.


ARMORIAL BEARINGS AT CROYDON PALACE.

(To the Editor of the Mirror.)

Sir,—In No. 266 of the Mirror, Sagittarius wishes to know the name of the person whose armorial bearings are emblazoned at Croydon palace.

From the blazon he has given, it is rather difficult to find out; but I should think they are meant for those of king Richard II. Impaled on the dexter side with those of his patron saint, Edward the Confessor. Bearings that may be seen in divers places at Westminster Hall, rebuilt by that monarch.1

I have subjoined the proper blazon of the arms, which is azure, a cross patonce between five martlets or, impaling France and England quarterly, 1st. and 4th. azure three fleurs de lis. 2nd. or, 2nd and 3rd Gules, 3 lions passant guardant in pale, or.

The supporting of the arms with angels, &c. was a favourite device of Richard, as may be seen in divers antiquarian and topographical works.

It is probable the hall of Croydon palace was built during the reign of Richard, which will account for his arms being placed there.

I am, &c.

C. F.


DEATH OF MR. CANNING.

The lamentable and sudden death of the Right Hon. George Canning has produced a general sensation throughout this country. At the opening of the present year our nation deplored the loss of a prince endeared to the people by his honest worth—but a short interval has elapsed and again the country is plunged in sorrow for the loss of one of its most zealous supporters—one of its chiefest ornaments—one of its staunchest friends—and one of its most eloquent and talented statesmen! The

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