Born: Anthony Cooper,
Earl of Shaftesbury, 1671, Exeter house; Rev. James
Hervey, author of Meditations, 1714, Hardingstone;
Francois J. D. Arago, natural philosopher, 1786;
Victor Hugo, fictitious writer, 1802.
Died: Manfred (of
Tarento), killed, 1266; Robert Fabian, chronicler,
1513, Cornhill; Sir Nicholas Crispe, Guinea trader,
1665, Hammersmith; Thomas D'Urfey, wit and poet, 1723,
St. James's; Maximilian (of Bavaria), 1726, Munich;
Joseph Tartine, musical composer, 1770, Padua; Dr.
Alexander Geddes, theologian, 1802, Paddington; John
Philip Kemble, actor, 1823, Lausanne; Dr. William Kitchiner, litt�rateur, 1827,
St. Pancras; Sir William
Allan, R.A., painter, 1850; Thomas Moore, lyric poet,
1852; Thomas Tooke, author of the History of Prices,
&c., 1858, London.
Feast Day: St.
Alexander, patriarch of Alexandria, 326. St. Parphyrius,
bishop of Gaza, 420. St. Victor, of Champagne, 7th
century.
ECCENTRICITIES OF DR.
WILLIAM KITCHINER
Eccentricity in
cookery-books
is by no means peculiar to our time. We have all read
of the oddities of Mrs. Glasse's instructions; and
most olden cookery-books savour of such humour, not to
mention as oddities the receipts for doing
out-of-the-way things, such as 'How to Roast a Pound
of Butter,' which we find in the Art of Cookery, by a
lady, 1748.
To the humour of Dr. Kitchiner in this way
we doubtless owe a very good book �his Cook's Oracle,
in which the instructions are given with so much
come-and-read-me pleasantry and gossiping anecdote as to
win the dullest reader.
But Kitchiner was not a mere
book-making cook: he practised what he taught, and he
had ample means for the purpose. From his father, a
coal-merchant in an extensive way of business in the
Strand, he had inherited a fortune of �60,000 or
�70,000, which was more than sufficient to enable him
to work out his ideal of life. His heart overflowed
with benevolence and good humour, and no man better
understood the art of making his friends happy. He
shewed equal tact in his books: his Cook's Oracle is
full of common-sense practice; and lest his reader
should stray into excess, he wrote The Art of
Invigorating and Prolonging Life, and a more useful
book in times when railways were not�The Traveller's
Oracle, and Horse and Carriage Keeper's Guide.
With his ample fortune,
Kitchiner was still an economist, and wrote a
Housekeeper's Ledger, and a coaxing volume entitled
The Pleasures of Making a Will. He also wrote on
astronomy, telescopes, and spectacles. In music he was
a proficient: and in 1820, at the coronation of George
IV, he published a collection of the National Songs
of Great Britain, a folio volume, with a splendid
dedication plate to His Majesty. Next he edited The
Sea Songs of
Charles Dibdin. But, merrily and wisely
as Kitchiner professed to live, he had scarcely
reached his fiftieth year when he was taken from the
circle of friends. At this time he resided at No. 43,
Warren-street, Fitzroy-square.
On the 26th of February he
joined a large dinner-party given by Mr. Braham, the
celebrated singer: he had been in high spirits, and
had enjoyed the company to a later hour than his
usually early habits allowed. Mathews was present, and
rehearsed a portion of a new comic entertainment,
which induced Kitchiner to amuse the party with some
of his whimsical reasons for inventing odd things, and
giving them odd names. He returned home, was suddenly
taken ill, and in an hour he was no more!
Though always an epicure, and
fond of experiments in cookery, and exceedingly
particular in the choice of his viands, and in their
mode of preparation for the table, Kitchiner was
regular, and even abstemious, in his general habits.
His dinners were cooked according to his own method:
he dined at five: supper was served at half-past nine:
and at eleven he retired. Every Tuesday evening he
gave a conversazione, at which he delighted to bring
together professors and amateurs of the sciences and
the polite arts.
For the regulation of the
party the Doctor had a placard over his drawing-room
chimney-piece, inscribed 'Come at seven, go at
eleven.' It is said that George Colman the younger,
being introduced to Kitchiner on one of his evenings,
and reading this admonition, found an opportunity to
insert in the placard after 'go' the pronoun 'it,'
which, it must be admitted, materially altered the
reading. In these social meetings, when the Doctor's
servant gave the signal for supper, those who objected
to take other than tea or coffee departed; and those
who remained descended to the dining-room, to partake
of his friendly fare. A cold joint, a lobster salad,
and some little entremets, usually formed the summer
repast: in winter some nicely, cooked hot dishes were
set upon the board, with wine, liqueurs, and ales from
a well-stocked cellar. Such were the orderly habits at
these evening parties, that, 'on the stroke of
eleven,' hats, umbrellas, &c., were brought in, and
the Doctor attended his guests to the street-door,
where, first looking at the stars, he would give them
a cordial shake of the hand, and a hearty 'good
night,' as they severally departed.
Kitchiner's public dinners, as
they may be termed, were things of more pomp,
ceremony, and etiquette: they were announced by notes
of invitation, as follows:
'Dear Sir,�The honour of
your company is requested, to dine with the
Committee of Taste, on Wednesday next, the 10th
instant.
The specimens will be placed
on the table at five o'clock precisely, when the
business of the day will immediately commence.
I have the honour to be
Your most obedient Servant,
W. Kitchiner, Sec. 'August, 1825,
43, Warren-street, Fitzroy-square.
At the last general meeting,
it was unanimously resolved�that
'1st. An invitation to ETA
BETA PI must be answered in writing, as soon as
possible after it is received�within twenty-four
possible at latest, �reckoning from that at which,
it was dated: otherwise the secretary will have the
profound regret to feel that the invitation has been
definitely declined.
2nd. The secretary having
represented that the perfection of the several
preparations is so exquisitely evanescent that the
delay of one minute, after the arrival at the
meridian of concoction, will render them no longer
worthy of men of taste :
Therefore, to ensure the
punctual attendance of those illustrious
gastrophilists who, on this occasion, are invited to
join this high tribunal of taste�for their own
pleasure, and the benefit of their country�it is
irrevocably resolved�" That the janitor be ordered
not to admit any visitor, of whatever eminence of
appetite, after the hour at which the secretary
shall have announced that the specimens are ready."
By Order of the Committee,
W. Kitchiner, Sec.'
At the last party given by the
Doctor on the 20th February, as the first three that
were bidden entered his drawing-room, he received them
seated at his grand pianoforte, with 'See the
Conquering Hero comes!' accompanying the air by
placing his feet on the pedals, with a peal on the
kettle-drums beneath the instrument. Alas, the
conquering hero was not far off!
The accompanying whole-length
portrait of Dr. Kitchiner has been engraved from a
well-executed mezzotint�a private plate �'painted and
engraved by C. Turner, engraver in ordinary to His
Majesty.' The skin of the stuffed tiger on the floor
of the room was brought from Africa by Major Denham,
and presented by him to his friend Kitchiner.
SUSPENSION OF CASH PAYMENTS IN 1797
In the great war which England
commenced against France in 1793, the first four years
saw two hundred millions added to
the national debt, without any material advantage
being gained: on the contrary, France had become more
formidable than at first, had made great acquisitions,
and was now less disposed to peace than ever. So much
coin had left the country for the payment of troops
abroad, and as subsidies to allies, that the Bank
during 1796 began to feel a difficulty in satisfying
the demands made upon it. At the close of the year,
the people began to hoard coin, and to make a run upon
the country banks. These applied to the Bank of
England for help, and the consequence was, that a run
upon it commenced in the latter part of February 1797.
This great establishment could only keep itself afloat
by paying in sixpences. Notwithstanding the sound
state of its ultimate resources, its immediate
insolvency was expected,�an event the consequences of
which must have been dreadful. In that exigency, the
Government stepped in with an order in council
(February 26), authorizing the notes of the bank as a
legal tender, until such time as proper remedies could
be provided.
This suspension of cash
payments by the Bank of England�a virtual
insolvency�was attended by the usual effect of raising
the nominal prices of all articles: and, of course, it
deranged reckonings between creditors and debtors. It
was believed, however, to be an absolutely
indispensable step, and the Conservative party always
regarded it as the salvation of the country. A return
to cash payments was from the first promised and
expected to take place in a few months: but, as is
well known, King Paper reigned for twenty-two years.
During most of that time, a guinea bought twenty-seven
shillings worth of articles. It was just one of the
dire features of the case that even a return to what
should never have been departed from, could not be
effected without a new evil: for of course, whereas
creditors were in the first instance put to a
disadvantage, debtors were so now. The public debt was
considered as enhanced a third by the act of Sir
Robert Peel for the resumption of cash payments, and
all private obligations rose in the same proportion.
On a review of English history
during the last few years of the eighteenth century,
one gets an idea that there was little sound judgment
and much recklessness in the conduct of public
affairs: but the spirit of the people was
unconquerable, and to that a very poor set of
administrators were indebted for eventual successes
which they did not deserve.
In the council-chamber of the
Guildhall, Norwich, is a glass case containing a
sword, along with a letter spewing how the weapon came
there. When, in the midst of unexampled national
distress, and an almost general mutiny of the sailors,
the English fleet under Sir John Jervis engaged
and
beat the much superior fleet of Spain off Cape St.
Vincent, February 14, 1797, Captain Nelson, in his
ship the Captain, seventy-four, disabled several
vessels, and received the surrender of one, the San
Josef, from its commander, after having boarded it.
[This unfortunate officer soon after died of his
wounds.] It would appear that, a few days after the
action, Nelson bethought him of a proper place to
which to assign the keeping of the sword of the
Spanish commander, and he determined on sending it to
the chief town of his native county. This symbol of
victory accordingly came to the Mayor of Norwich,
accompanied by a letter which is here exactly
transcribed:
Irresistible, off Lisbon,
Feb. 26th, 1797
Sir,
Having the good for-tune on
the most glorious 14th February to become possessed
of the sword of the Spanish Rear Admiral Don Xavier
Francesco Wintheysen in the way sett forth in the
paper transmitted herewith.
And being Born in the County
of Norfolk, I beg leave to present the sword to the
City of Norwich in order to its being preserved as a
memento of this event, and of my affection for my
native County.
I have the honor to Be, Sir,
your most Obedient servant,
Horatio Nelson
To the Mayor of Norwich.
CHURCH BELLS
Large bells in England are
mentioned by Bede as early as A.D. 670. A complete
peal, however, does not occur till nearly 200 years
later, when Turketul, abbot of Croyland, in
Lincolnshire, presented his abbey with a great bell,
which was called Guthlac, and afterwards added six
others, named Pega, Bega, Bettelin, Bartholomew,
Tatwin, and Turketul. At this early period, and for
some centuries later, bell-founding, like other
scientific crafts, was carried on by the monks.
Dunstan, who was a skilful
artificer, is recorded by Ingulph as having presented bells to the western
churches. When in after times bell-founding became a
regular trade, some founders were itinerant,
travelling from place to place, and stopping where
they found business: but the majority had settled
works in large towns. Among other places London,
Gloucester, Salisbury, Bury St. Edmunds, Norwich, and
Colchester have been the seats of eminent foundries.
Bells were anciently
consecrated, before they were raised to their places,
each being dedicated to some divine personage, saint,
or martyr. The ringing of such bells was considered
efficacious in dispersing storms, and evil spirits
were supposed to be unable to endure their sound.
Hence the custom of ringing the 'passing bell' when
any one was in articulo mortis, in order to scare away
fiends who might otherwise molest the departing
spirit, and also to secure the prayers of such pious
folk as might chance to be within hearing. An old
woman once related to the writer, how, after the death
of a wicked squire, his spirit came and sat upon the
bell, so that all the ringers together could not toll
it. The bell-cots, so common on the gable-ends of our
old churches, in former times contained each a 'Sancte'
bell, so called from its being rung at the elevation
of the host: one may be seen, still hanging in its
place, at Over, Cambridgeshire.
It is scarcely probable that
any bells now remain in this country of date prior to
the 14th or at most the 13th century, and of the most
ancient of these the age can only be ascertained
approximately, the custom of inserting the date in the
inscription (which each bell almost invariably bears)
not having obtained until late in the 16th century.
The very old bells expand more
gradually from crown to rim than the modern ones,
which splay out somewhat abruptly towards the mouth.
It may be added that the former are almost invariably
of excellent tone, and as a rule far superior to those
cast now-a-days. There is a popular idea that this is
in consequence of the older founders adding silver to
their bell-metal: but recent experiments have shewn
that the presence of silver spoils instead of
improving the tone, in direct proportion to the
quantity employed.
A cockney is usually defined
as a person born within hearing of Bow bells: Stow,
however, who died early in 1605, nowhere mentions this
notion, so that it is probably of more recent origin.
The Bow bell used to be rung regularly at nine o'clock
at night: and by will dated 1472, one John Donne,
Mercer, left two tenements with appurtenances, to the
maintenance of Bow bell. 'This bell being usually rung
somewhat late, as seemed to the young men 'prentices
and other in Cheape, they made and set up a rhyme
against the clerk, as followeth:
'Clarke of the Bow bell
with the yellow locks,
For thy late ringing thy head shall have knocks.'
Whereunto the clerk replying,
wrote
'Children of Cheape, hold
you all still,
For you shall have the Bow bell rung at your
will.'
One of the finest bits of
word-painting in Shakspeare occurs in the mention of a
bell, where King John, addressing Hubert, says:
If the midnight bell
Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth
Sound one unto the drowsy race of night.'
Here 'brazen' implies not
merely that particular mixture of copper and calamine,
called brass, but in a broader sense, any metal which
is compounded with copper. This acceptation of the
term is noticed by Johnson, and in confirmation occurs
the fact that the name of Brasyer was borne of old by
an eminent family of east-country bell-founders;
being, like Bowyer, Miller, Webber, &c. &c., a
trade-name, i.e. derived from the occupation of the
bearer.
The inscriptions on the oldest
bells are in the Lombardic and black-letter
characters, the former probably the more ancient; the
black-letter was superseded by the ordinary Roman
capitals, towards the close of the sixteenth century.
Even later, however, than this, some founders employed
a sort of imitation of the old Lombardic.
The commonest black-letter
inscription is a simple invocation, as 'Ave Maria,' or
'Sancte, ora pro nobis.' After the Reformation these
invocations of course disappeared, and founders then
more frequently placed their names on the bells, with
usually some rhyme or sentiment, which, as some of the
following specimens will prove, is often sad doggrel:
-
'This bell was broake and
cast againe, as plainly doth appeare,
John Draper made me in 1618, wich tyme chvrchwardens
were
Edward Dixson for the one, whoe stode close to his
tacklin,
And he that was his partner there was Alexander
Jacklin.'
-
Of all the bells in Benet I
am the best,
And yet for my casting the parish paid lest.'
-
'Repent, I say, be not too
late, Thyself al times redy make.'
-
'I value not who cloth me
see,
For Thomas Bilbie carted me:
All tho my voice it is but small
I will be heard among you all.'
-
'My sound is good, which
that you hear,
Young Bilbie made me sound so clear.'
-
'My treble voice your
hearts rejoice.'
-
'Let us all sound out,
He keep my place no doubt.'
'Hethatwilpvrchashonorsgaynemvstancientlathers
[sic] stillmayntayne.'
Four bells at Graveley,
Cambridgeshire, are thus inscribed
'Treble. God of his marce
heareth us all,
2. Whenvpon that we do call.
3. 0 priese the Lord thearefore I say,
Tenor. I sound vnto the living when the sovle doth
part way.'

The older founders, as we have
seen, seldom placed their names on their bells: yet
the black-letter and later Lombardic inscriptions are
often accompanied by their Foundry-stamps, or trade
marks, some specimens of which are engraved above:
(1) Occurs on two bells at
Brent-Tor, Devon, and elsewhere: the three vessels so
like coffee-pots are founders' lave-pots. (2) Is
supposed to be the stamp of a London foundry: it may
be seen on four bells at St. Bartholomew's,
Smithfield. (3) Is the stamp of a Bury St. Edmund's
foundry: the gun and bullet indicate that H. S. was
also a gun-founder. (6) Is the mark of Stephen Tonni,
who founded at Bury about 1570. The crown and arrows
are typical of the martyrdom of St. Edmund.
During the Civil War, many
church bells were melted down and cast into cannon.
Not quite so honourable was the end of four large
bells which once hung in a clockier or clock-tower in
St. Paul's Cathedral, which tower was pulled down by
Sir Miles Partridge in the reign of Henry
VIII, and
the common speech then was that 'he did set a hundred
pounds upon a cast of dice against it, and so won the
said clockier and bells of the King, and then causing
the bells to be broken as they hung, the rest was
pulled down.'
THE SILENT
TOWER OF BOTTREAUX
The church at Boscastle, in
Cornwall, has no bells, while the neighbouring tower
of Tintagel contains a fine peal of six: it is said
that a peal of bells for Boscastle was once cast at a
foundry on the Continent, and that the vessel which
was bringing them went down within sight of the church
tower. The Cornish folk have a legend on this subject,
which has been embodied in the following stanzas by
Mr. Hawker:
Tintagel bells ring o'er
the tide,
The boy leans on his vessel's side,
He hears that sound, and dreams of home
Soothe the wild orphan of the foam.
Come to thy God in time,'
Thus saith their pealing chime:
'Youth, manhood, old age past,
Come to thy God at last.'
But why are Bottreaux's
echoes still?
Her tower stands proudly on the hill,
Yet the strange though that home hath found,
The lamb lies sleeping on the ground.
'Come to thy God in time,'
Should be her answering chime:
Come to thy God at last,'
Should echo on the blast.
The ship rode down with
courses free,
The daughter of a distant sea,
Her sheet was loose, her anchor stored,
The merry Bottreaux bells on board.
'Come to thy God in time,'
Rung out Tintagel chime:
'Youth, manhood, old age past,
Come to thy God at last.'
The pilot heard his native
bells
Hang on the breeze in fitful spells.
'Thank God,' with reverent brow, he cried,
'We make the shore with evening's tide.'
Come to thy God in time,'
It was his marriage chime:
Youth, manhood, old age past,
Come to thy God at last.'
Thank God, thou whining
knave, on land,
But thank at sea the steersman's hand,'
The captain's voice above the gale,
Thank the good ship and ready sail.'
'Come to thy God in time,'
Sad grew the boding chime:
'Come to thy God at last,'
Boomed heavy on the blast.
Up rose that sea, as if it
heard
The Mighty Master's signal word.
What thrills the captain's whitening lip?
The death-groans of his sinking ship.
'Come to thy God in time,'
Swung deep the funeral chime,
'Grace, mercy, kindness, past
Come to thy God at last.'
Long did the rescued pilot
tell,
When grey hairs o'er his forehead fell,
While those around would hear and weep,
That fearful judgment of the deep.
'Come to thy God in time,'
He read his native chime:
'Youth, manhood, old age past,
Come to thy God at last.'
Still, when the storm of
Bottreaux's waves
Is waking in his weedy caves,
Those bells, that sullen surges hide,
Peal their deep tones beneath the tide.
'Come to thy God in time,'
Thus saith the ocean chime;
Storm, whirlwind, billow past,
Come to thy God at last.'
THE ROOKS AND NEW
STYLE
The 26th of February, N. S.,
corresponds to the day which used to be assigned for
the rooks beginning to search for materials for their
nests, namely, the twelfth day after Candlemas, 0. S.
The Rev. Dr. Waugh used to
relate that, on his return from the first year's
session at the University of Edinburgh, his father's
gardener undertook to give him a few lessons in
natural history. Among other things, he told him that
the 'craws' (rooks) always began building twelve days
after Candlemas. Wishful to shew off his learning,
young Waugh asked the old man if the craws counted by
the old or by the new style, just then introduced by
Act of Parliament. Turning upon the young student a
look of contempt, the old gardener said�'Young man,
craws care nothing for acts of parliament.'
February 27th