bility, and others who had composed the Procession retired.

The Knights of the several Orders, present on the occasion, wore their respective Collars, with white rosettes. In pursuance of his Majesty's order, the Great Officers of State, his Majesty's Ministers, and the Officers of the Royal Household, appeared in their State Uniforms, with black waistcoats, breeches, stockings, and buckles, uniform swords, with crape and black feathers in their hats. The Officers of the Army and' Navy appeared in full dress Uniforms, with the mourning directed to be worn by them at Court. The Bishops appeared in their Rochets; the Peers, eldest sons of Peers, Privy Councillors, and others, not included in the Royal Order, appeared in full dress black.

The Procession, from the Royal Apartments to the Choir of St. George's Chapel, was flanked by the Grenadiers of the Foot Guards, every fourth man bearing a flambeau.

From four o'clock in the morning until nine in the evening, guns were fired at intervals of five minutes, and from nine o'clock until the conclusion of the ceremony minute guns were fired.

NORFOLK, Earl Marshal.

Earl Marshal's Office, July 19, 1830. His Majesty has been graciously pleased to express the highest approba tion of all the arrangements made on this solemn occasion, and of the manner in which the whole ceremony was conducted.

NORFOLK, Earl Marshal.

The previous Engraving explains the ceremony within the choir of St George's Chapel, and exhibits the fine architecture of the edifice to considerable advantage.

The subsequent Cuts exhibit more amply a few of the sad paraphernalia, the beauty of which could not be distinctly shown in the Engraving of the Choir.

EARLY USE OF TEA, &c.

(For the Mirror.)

THE following statement may not be unwelcome to your readers, since it will make them acquainted with the oldest establishment in London for the vending of tea, in leaf and in liquid, as well as coffee and chocolate.

I have lately had the perusal of a printed leaf of large paper, being a shopbill of Thomas Garway, of Exchange Alley, near the Royal Exchange, in London, tobacconist, and seller and retailer of tea and coffee, published about 1657; which T. G. was also a tobacconist, professing to sell tea in leaf and drink; he also vended chocolate as well as the previously named articles. He is presumed to have been the original occupier of the house now called "Garraway's coffee-house."

The bill expresses—after an enumeration of the virtues of tea being reckoned good for thirteen complaints of the human system-"And that for the vertues and excellencies of this leaf and drink, are many and great, is evident and manifest by the high esteem and use of it, (especially of late years) among the physitians and knowing men in France, Italy, Holland, and other parts of Christendom; and in England it hath been sold in the leaf for six pounds, and sometimes for ten pounds the pound weight, and in respect of its former scarceness and dearness, it hath been only used as regalia in high treatments, and presents made thereof to princes and grandees, till the year 1657. The said Thomas Garway did purchase a quantity thereof and first sold the said tea in leaf and drink, made according to the directions of the most knowing merchants and travellers into the eastern countries. And upon knowledge and experience of the said Garway's continued care and industry in obtaining the best tea, and making drink thereof, very many noblemen, physitians, merchants, and gentlemen of quality have ever since sent to him for the said leaf, and daily resort to his house in Exchange Alley, aforesaid, to drink thereof."

Also another extract may be important :

"And that neither ignorance nor envy may have power to report or suggest what is here asserted of the vertues and excellencies of this most pretious leaf and drink, hath more of design than truth, for the justification of himself and satisfaction of others, he hath here' enumerated several authors, who in their learn

ed works have expressly written and asserted the same, and much more in honor of this noble leaf and drink, viz. Bortius, Riccius, Jarricus, Almeyda, Horstius, Alvarez-Smeda, Martinious, in his China Atlas, and Alexander de Rhodes in his Voyage and Missions, in a large discourse of the ordering of this leaf, and the many virtues of the drink, printed at Paris, 1653, part 10, chap. xiii.

And to the end that all persons of eminence or quality, gentlemen and others who may have occasion for tea in leaf, may be supplied-These are to give notice, that the said Thomas Garway hath tea to sell from sixteen to fifty shillings the pound."

PHILODOMESTICUS.

SONG OF THE DYING BARD.

(For the Mirror.)

MAKE me a grave by the brook of the mountain,
Carve not a record to speak of the past,
There let the wandering wave of the fountain,
Mingle its song with the moan of the blast!

tion. A low moaning wind, and a lurid glimmer of reddish light, announced the presence of the spirit; and when the last stroke of the deeply-reverberating midnight chimes had sounded, the grave stones and venerable cloisters of the Abbey were illumined by the strange radiance of Sigismund's familiar.

"Azael!" cried the monk, "I have seen Bacon, and he hath refused.""Master, that is because Zophiel, and his other attendant spirits, are more powerful than myself; I am, as well thou knowest, of an inferior grade; I am a subordinate amongst the powers that are not of your world; and thou must wait the accomplishment of thy desires, until thy mental qualifications enable thee both to call up at thy bidding, and subjugate to thy will, the mighty earls, marquesses, and dukes, of our infernal hierarchy."-"No, Azael, no! thou deceivest me! I know, and well, that thou art thyself, or I should not have summoned thee, most fully capable of accomplishing my requests: say that thou art not, and that word

sleeping,

Mark not my pillow with marble or stone, There let no eye of the lovely be weeping, Leave me to slumber-unmentioned, alone. Lay me to moulder-unwailed, unlamented, Shroudless and nameless, amid the lone heath; Tell not how deeply I mourn'd and repented, Ere my crush'd spirit found calmness in death, Free on my turf, when the spring is returning, Leave thou the bird of the desert to breed;

There, when the red beam of summer is burning,

Oft let the herd of the wilderness feed. Son of my God! who swath'd in a manger,

Look on my sorrows, and pity my doom; Thou, who hast died for the slave and the

stranger,

Let me not perish forgot in the tomb! Vengeful and loud when the trumpet is ringing, Sounding the dirge of the field and the sea, Grant me a rest where the ransom'd are singing Hymns of rejoicing-Redeemer to Thee!

The Nobelist.

THE INVISIBLE CITIES.

(For the Mirror.)

FATHER SIGISMUND stood in the centre of the monastic burial-ground: it was a dreary hour-midnight! haunted, moonless midnight!-and, as the sullen clock of Wandsworth Abbey tolled lazily forth the hour of twelve, he awaited with a quailing heart the effect of his recently uttered incantation, scarcely feeling himself secured from the malignity of his infernal ally, within the magic cincture that restricted the demon's approxima

in the Arabian Gulf until the consummation of all things!". -"Master, I submit! yet solely upon one conditionthou understandest me? Nay, start not! neither cavil: necessity imposes it.""Then be it so; I have studied the occult, the prohibited, the infernal sciences; and the result is, that I, a mortal, am authorized to command the unlimited services of an indestructible spirit! Yet are my labours vain, utterly vain, so long as Roger Bacon, the friar, hath in his single possession the secret of entering the Invisible Cities: so long, I say, as he is, in consequence, master of the illimitable hoards of wealth that they contain !"-" And yet," answered not himself of those hidden, but inthe demon, "he is poor; he availeth terminable mines-those inexhaustible stores; and so long as a man employs not his treasures, he is-" "An idiot! a madman!" interrupted Sigismund; "give them to me, and they shall be used!"'-"Swear!" cried Azael.—“ I do swear!" answered the monk: "I swear, that the treasures of the Invisible Cities once in my actual possession, my soul and body shall both be, from that hour, at the disposal of your prince, the King of those Cities, and the Emperor of the Powers of Darkness, for ever and ever !"-"We are satisfied!" exclaimed a voice, or rather a mingling of voices; for the awful sound gathered on the ears of Sigismund like the united and rushing roar of leaves, when the

forest bends to the blast: it swelled around him as if breathed by a legion of evil ones from the covered boundary of the cloistered quadrangle; and upon its cessation, he found himself left in utter darkness.

The heart of the guilty monk now thrilled with horror, at the bare recollection of the dreadful deed which he had committed. Strange sounds seemed yet to ring in his ears, and stranger forms to flit before his eyes, as he groped, with stumbling steps, through the awful field of the dead-whose spectral arms he almost expected to encounter opposing his progress, and thrusting him back to receive the reward he merited for his sacrilegious violation of their consecrated tenement. The bell now tolled for the midnight service. Sigismund beheld the brethren of Wandsworth pass hurriedly to the chapel through a narrow, gloomy passage, an opening into which, from the cloisters, he had just gained. The foremost only carried tapers; falling in, therefore, with the darkened rear, he entered the sacred edifice unsuspected. But, oh! the agony of that moment was insupportable! With whom had he but just concluded a horrid compact? Whose was he now ?-no, not quite yet-the fiend had not fulfilled his part of the agreement, and there was a saving clause in the apostate's oath. Durst he pray? might he repent? In the midst of a conflict of emotions, that seemed to rend his very heart asunder, the brethren commenced chanting, in low, sweet tones, as if each were impressed with a humble hope, and even confidence, that he should be considered the righteous individual of the psalm-" Domine quis habitat" when, quite overwhelmed with mental agony, Sigismund, groaning aloud, sank back on his seat. His groan and his action were noticed by the brethren on either side of him, who immediately persuading him to quit the cha›pel, led him from thence to his cell; and firmly convinced that deep study had disordered his health, after making him lie down on his pallet, administered one of those restoratives which the good fathers in those days seldom went without;-nor this alone, but with it certain doses of excellent advice, the purport of which was, to destroy his books, and consign his chemical apparatus to Satan. Sigismund replied only by a deep sigh; and the kind brothers, commencing an official visitation in his Jaboratory, made sad havoc amongst retorts, crucibles, vials, vases, and materials of every description. A loud

rapping upon the great outer gate of the Abbey suspended for awhile their operations; and Sigismund was presently informed that a couple of men waited to convey him to the castle of a neighbouring baron, who was sick unto death. Now the fame of the "Learned Brother of Wandsworth," as Sigismund was termed, had spread far and wide; and finding himself sufficiently sane in body, although still cruelly tortured in mind, he hesitated not to arise, much to the chagrin of his friendly advisers, and obey the summons. Arrived at the gate, he there beheld a couple of men on horseback, bearing torches. A led horse was ready for himself-mounting which, he quitted between his guides the precincts of the Abbey.

As neither of his companions exchanged a word with him, the monk had leisure to make his observations upon their appearance and demeanour. The man who rode on his left hand wore a lowering, fierce aspect; a scowl sat upon his swarthy brow, as if chiselled thereon by internal and undying pain; his red, restless eyes seemed to declare that in his breast envy and malignity were no strangers; and a row of teeth, white as alabaster, firmly compressed, as by mortal agony, on his nether lip, added an expression altogether horrifying to the ill-favoured character of his ghastly countenance; his attire, rough, loose, and weather-beaten, seemed that of

bravo; and Sigismund discerned with a thrill of terror that the hue of his horse was a perfect blood-red! The monk's conductor on his right hand was mounted on a steed snow-white, and of exquisite symmetry, whose housings being studded with polished and precious stones and metals, sparkled and flashed in the torchlight most gallantly; but the rider of this splendid animal chiefly attracted the attention, and even affection of Sigismund, from the fascinating elegance of his personal appearance, and the grace of his carriage and movements. A hunting suit, which, even by that uncertain light, appeared of a clear, dazzling, emerald green, clad the beautifully-formed figure and wellturned limbs of the youth, whose countenance, of more than mortal beauty, inspired the beholder with rapturous ideas of eternal peace. From his neck was suspended, by a baldric of snowwhite silk, a silver bugle; and ever as he cast his eloquent and pitying eyes upon Sigismund, the miserable monk felt a degree of gladness and confidence arise in his bosom, which even the bitter memory of a now repented deed, and