Diary and Chronology, DATE. DAYS. DIARY. DATE. 28 Thurs St. Romanus. 12m aft. 1 mor. 24 Frid. St. Felix. Sun rises 58 af. 6 CORRESPONDING CHRONOLOGY. Oct. 21. This saint who with several other virgins suffered martyrdom A. D. 650, was the founder of the Ursulines. 1805. On this day the combined fleets of France and Spain, under the command of Admiral Villeneuve, were defeated by an inferior British fleet, under the brave Nelson, who unfortunately in this engagement terminated his valuable life in the moment of victory. 22 Sts. Nunilo and Alodia were Spanish virgins, who suffered for their faith at Cordova A.D. 840, during a persecution raised there by Abdamarene II. 1707. Wrecked on this day the gallant officer Sir Cloudesley Shovel, with three men of war, upon the Scilly Islands, when all on board perished: the body of the admiral was found by fishermen, who stripped and buried it; but the fact becoming known, the remains of Sir Cloudesley were brought to London, and interred at Westminster Abbey. This brave man when a lieutenant under Sir John Narborough, effected the destruction of the Dey of Tripoli's shipping in a single night, without the loss of a man. He had a share in the victory of La Hogue in 1692, and in 1704, he par took in the victory of Malaga. 23 St. Romanus was named to the archbishoprick of Rouen by King Dagobert, A.D. 622. Whilst filling this see, according to an existing legend, he caused the city to be freed from a venomous beast by which it was infested, to the great joy of the inhabitants. He died in 639. 1642.-Fought on this day the battle of Edge-hill, with various success. The royalists, under Charles, in the early part of the engagement, defeated the parliament forces under the Earl of Essex; but their ill success was retrieved by Sir Wm. Balfour, who led the reserve, and attacked the royalists while engaged in plunder; by which effort the fortunes of the day were equalized.Both armies recovered their ranks, which were broken during the fight, but neither of them had the courage to renew the engagement. --24 This saint is recorded to have endured martyrdom for his faith A. D. 303. 1415.-Anniversary of the battle of Agincourt, fought by Henry V. who completely routed the French army, under the Constable D. Albert, who was slain, with Count de Nevers, the Duke of Brabant, the Dukes of Alencon and Barre, the Counts of Vaudemont and Marle, with upwards of 10.00 of their followers. During the fight, Henry lost part of his crown by the axe of Alencon, and had his life saved by David Gam and two other officers, at the expense of their own. 25 These saints, who were brothers and shoemakers, were beheaded by order of the governor of the town of Soissons in France, for endeavouring to propagate Christianity among the inhabitants, A. D. 308. From the time of their martyrdom they have been considered as the tutelar saints of shoemakers. 1154.-Died on this day Stephen, King of England, 26 St. Lucian and Marcian. These saints were mar- Ellustrated Article, DEATH OF SIR JOHN CHANDOS. AN HISTORICAL SKETCH. (For the Olio.) SIW. Had he his hurts before? THIS renowned Knight was Senechal of Poictou in the reign of Edward III, which situation he held with great credit to himself and satisfaction to his royal master. Many of his actions, in all of which he behaved valiantly, are recorded by the old chroniclers, and the French and English historians both agree in representing him as a pattern of knighthood. During his senechalship the fortified Abbey of Saint Salvin, in the election of Poictiers, was treacherously given up by a monk to two French knights, named Louis de St. Julien and Carnet le Breton. Enraged at the loss of this place, Sir John made many attempts to retake it from the VOL. II. R French; but St. Julien, who commanded it, rendered them all abortive by his watchfulness. The last attempt was made on the night preceding the eve of the year (1370), when Sir John, being in the city of Poictiers, determined to make one more effort to regain it. Having assembled, secretly, about three hundred men, together with several noblemen and knights, they left Poictiers in the night, and arrived before the fort without being perceived by the enemy; but at the moment they were preparing to scale the walls, a party of men-at-arms, headed by Carnet le Breton, arrived at the fort, the guard of which blew his horn, to give notice of their approach, when the English on the opposite side, thinking they were discovered, drew off to Chauvigny, a town situate about two leagues from the fort. After On the troop arriving here, about two hundred men left Chandos, who, with the remainder of the party, entered a hostelry to rest and refresh themselves. waiting for a short time, Lord Thomas Percy, one of the noblemen who had accompanied Sir John, begged permission to make an excursion, which was readily 44 granted; and that nobleman, with about thirty men-at-arms, left Chauvigny, while Sir John and his company remained at the inn, much depressed in spirits for the ill-success of their expedition. Not long after the departure of Lord Percy, news came to Sir John, as he sat with his friends by the fire, that Carnet le Breton and Louis de St. Julien had taken the field in search of him. After some consultation with his companions, he determined to set out and meet them, and leaving Chauvigny, he took the road to Poictiers, along the bank of the river. Shortly after day-break, they approached the bridge of Lussac, upon which Lord Thomas Percy and his party were drawn up on foot to oppose the crossing of the French, who arrived at the bridge just after they had gained it. The French dismounted also, and leaving their horses in the care of their servants, they advanced to attack the English with their lances. At this juncture Sir John Chandos arrived with his banner displayed, and emblazoned with his arms; a pile gules on a field argent, borne by James Allen, a powerful man-at-arms. The French servants, who had been left with their masters' horses, seeing the approach of the English, fled away, and Sir John coming up, be gan to rail at the French in bitter terms, telling them that the day had arrived when they would see which was the strongest. As he spoke, a Breton in the troop of the French knights drew his sword and struck an English 'squire, named Simpkin Dodenhale, from his horse; upon which Sir John, bidding his men dismount, advanced firmly upon the French, although a hoar frost had made the ground slippery, and after rescuing the 'squire attacked them fiercely. Sir John wore over his armour a long surtout of white sarcenet, upon the breast and back of which his arms were embla zoned. The length of this surtout proved fatal to him, for as he advanced upon the French, his legs became entangled in it, and a French 'squire, named Jacques de St. Martin, perceiving this accident, thrust him in the face with his lance as he stumbled forward. The weapon entered below the eye, or rather under the socket, for the Knight had lost an eye while hunting on the heaths of Bordeaux, and penetrated to the brain. Sir John instantly fell, and Froisart says, "turned twice over in great agony, like one who had received his death wound." The French pressing forward attempted to seize him; but his uncle, Sir Edward Clifford, striding across the body, kept them off by the heavy strokes of his sword, so that none came within the sweep of his weapon, without suffering for their temerity. During the skirmish, Lord Thomas Percy, owing to the height of the bridge which interposed between him and the French, had not perceived the combat; but, on the contrary, thinking the enemy had declined the conflict, he drew off his company. The English were like men distracted upon seeing their leader fall, while the French jeered them, crying out," By God, my lords of England, you will all stay with us, for you cannot now escape!" skirmish. Sir John Chandos lived a day Je Jehan Chandault, des Anglois Capitaine, TABLETS FOR ACTRESSES. MISS P. GLOVER.-No. 25. A wither'd hermit five score winters worn M. N. DREAM. In the mean time, a 'squire of Sir John's thrust his lance through the thighs of the man who had wounded his master, who, nevertheless, continued to fight bravely. Although the English maintained the fight courageously, they were in the end compelled to surrender; when the Poictouvins, who had left their brave, but now, alas! disabled leader at Chauvigny, fortunately Might shake off fifty, looking in her eye. arrived to rescue them. The French being without their horses could not escape, so turning to the English, they besought them to tell the Poictouvins the reverse of what had happened-namely, that the English had defeated and taken them prisoners. The English assented to this, and the Poictouvins shortly arrived with couched lances, shouting their war-cry; but the Bretons and French, retreating on one side, cried out, " Stop, my lordswe are prisoners already" Carnet le Breton was prisoner to Sir Bertrand de Cassilies, and Sir Louis de St. Julien to Sir John Chambo. Nothing could exceed the grief of the friends of Sir John Chandos, when they beheld him lying on the ground unable to speak. "Flower of knighthood! oh, Sir John Chandos! cursed be the forging of that lance which hath thus endangered thy life," were the exclamations of the barons and knights of, Poictou, to which he, being unable to articulate, only replied by groans, while those of his household wrung their hands and tore their hair with all the demonstrations of violent grief. After being disarmed by his servants, he was laid upon shields, and borne to the fort of Mortemer; while the other barons and knights returned to Poictiers with their prisoners. Jacques de St. Martin, who wounded Sir John, died a few days after of the wounds he had received in the Much of her mother's face and heart, Playful and coy with lovers ; MADAME SONTAG.-No. 26. O happy fair! Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue's sweet air More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear.—IB. Enamour'd, Sontag, with thy songs and thee; Have guided most the passions of thy youth,- MRS. DAVENPORT-NO, 27. - She is able to freeze the God Priapus and undo a whole generation. When she would do for clients, her fitment and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirtes, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees, that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. PERIC. An antique of the rarest water, In other countries, the delightful arts of peace, and the slow, but splendid progress of cultivation, have almost obliterated the traces of the rude and barbarous ages from the face of the land, but in Ireland they still continue to present their rugged deformity. In England we measure antiquity by improvement, in Ireland by decay. The castles of the Irish warriors, of which so many are still standing, are mouldering away, surrounded-not by the rich effects of modern improvement-but by dreary bogs or badly cultivated fields. The rude glory of the feudal chieftain has passed away, but the wretchedness of the vassal remains; and the miserable cabins around these ruins of former grandeur, cannot have exhibited a greater backwardness of civilization, in the days when plunder was honourable, and industry a reproach. To the eye accustomed to English improvement and cultivation, the first appearance of the surface of the land in Ireland is any thing but encouraging, and one scarcely can believe that the bare unsheltered fields upon which one looks, produce good crops, and pay a high rent. The houses of the gentry are thinly scattered, and, except in their immediate vicinity, trees are not often to be seen. Even in the neighbourhood of the metropolis, except on the road which runs di rectly south, along the coast, where the great beauty of the situation has invited gentlemen to build mansions, and to adorn them with plantations, the land is badly fenced with crumbling walls of dry mud, or loose round stones. The surface is uneven and hard looking, and often disgracefully overrun with weeds. The smooth, soft, luxuriant verdure, the waving woods, the splendid seats, the land rich with the culture of centuries, and the substantial comfortable looking houses which make a man warm THE APPEARANCE OF IRELAND, but to look at in England, are not to be IN 1828. So great and manifest are the natural advantages of Ireland, that the verdict of all writers on the subject, both ancient and modern, is almost unanimous, and Sir William Temple is but the follower of Tacitus, when he commends the fertility of her soil, the commodiousness of her havens, and the happiness of her situation. But since the beginning of that time from which we have any authentic records of her history, wars and dissensions, and violent distractions, have scared improvement from her shores, and Ireland is still -"An unweeded garden That grows to seed." seen there. In some districts-in the Queen's county, for example, and the county of Carlow-there is something like the appearance of England, but it is of brief duration. The feeling of pleasure which the appearance of improvement excites, is hardly formed, when some scene of poverty and gross negligence meets the observation, and renews the sense of deep regret, that the best gifts of nature should be so scandalously neglected or abused. It is, however, quite manifest, that with very little trouble, beyond a constant superintendance, on the part of those whose interest, and we will venture to say whose duty is, to take that trouble, or make some one else take it |