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Mishna; at 13, for the commandments [when his re- sponsibility as a man begins (Numb. v. 6. ; Gen. xxxiv. 25.)] ; at 15, for the Talmud ; at 18, for marriage ; at 20, for acquiring property (5]1Tv, ad alimenta comparan- da) ; at 30, for strength ; at 40, for prudence ; at 50, for counsel; at 60, for age; at 70, for gray hairs; at 80, 1)33?, for consummation [his maximum (Ps. xc. 10.*)] ;

at 90, for decrepitude (niK*?, ad foveam) ; and at 100 he is accounted for dead, when he shall pass out of the world."

In Surenhusius, the words " Filius octoginta nnnorum ad summum" are omitted by mistake. The following are the errata of Lightfoot (iv. 47., Pitman) in translating this passage, namely : for "Ben H. H.," read " Jehuda ben Thema;" for " at 80, for profoundness (or fortitude) of mind, of God," read "for consummation ;" for "at 90, for meditation," read " at 90, for decrepitude." (See Bartenora, Leusden, and Fagius, in loco.") The last says, " Germani hominis tctates non ille- pide his rythmis exprimunt.

" Zehen jar ein kindl. Zwenzig jar ein jungling. Dreissig jar ein man. Viertzig jar wol gethan. Funffzig jar still stan.

Sechzig jar geht dichs alter an. Sibentzig jar ein greiss. Achtzig jar nymmer weyss. Neuutzig jar der kinder spot. Hundert jar gnad dir Gott."

Amended translation. Sonnet.

" At five, to the Scripture he turns ; At. ten, in the Mislma he learns ; Thirteen, for the duties of life; Fifteen, in the Talmud is rife ; Eighteen, to take him a wife ; At twenty, to -get himself wealth ; At thirty, in pride of his health ; At forty, he hoards up his pelf; At fifty, gives counsel himself; At sixty, mature in his age; At sev'nty, his hairs show him sage ; At eight} 1, his days run not fast ; At ninety, no pleasure can last ; A cent'ry, to death he has past."

The German rhymes and ages are defective at the beginning. T. J. BUCKTON.

Lichfield.

ILLUSTRATIONS OF MACAULAY.

Ballad against Gates. The following ballad, from a broadside of the time, which has never, we believe, been reprinted, furnishes a curious illus- tration of the account given by Macaulay, vol. i. p. 479., et seq., of the proceedings which were taken against Gates for his wicked perjuries.

delssohn.
 * Achtzig ist ihr fernstes Zicl (extreme limit). Men-

"THE SALAMANCA DOCTOR'S FAKEWEL:

Or, TITUS's Exaltation to the Pillory, upon his Con- viction of Perjury.

" A Ballad. To the Tune of Packinton's Pound. I.

" Come listen, ye Whigs, to my pitiful Moan, All you that have Ears, when the Doctor has none ; In Sackcloth and Ashes let's sadly be jogging, To behold our dear Saviour o' th' Nation a flogging. The Tories do spight us, As a Goblin to fright us, With a damn'd wooden Ruff will bedeck our Friend

Titus :

Then mourn all to see this ungrateful Behaviour, From these lewd Popish Tories to the dear Nation- Saviour.

ii.

" From three prostrate Kingdoms at once to adore me, And no less than three. Parliaments kneeling before me ; From hanging of Lords with a Word and a Frown, And no. more than an Oath to the shaking a Crown : For all these brave Pranks, Now to have no more thanks, Than to look thro' a Hole, thro' two damn'd oaken

Planks.

Oh ! mourn ye poor Whigs with sad Lamentation, To see the hard Fate of the Saviour o' th' Nation.

1 For ever farewel the true Protestant Famous, Old days of th' Illustrious great Ignoramus ^ Had the great Heads-man Bethel, that honest Ketch

Royal,

But sate at the Helm still, the Rogues I'de defy all ; The kind Teckelite Crew, To the Alcoran true, Spight of Law, Oaths, or Gospel, would save poor tn/i:

Slue :

But the Tories are up, and no Quarter nor Favour, To trusty old Titus, the great Nation-Saviour.

" There once was a Time, Boys, when to the World's

wonder, I could kill with a Breath more than Jove with his

Thunder ;

But, oh ! my great Narrative's made but a Fable, My Pilgrims and Armies confounded like Bald :

Oh, they've struck me quite dumb, And to tickle my Bum,

Have my Oracles turn'd all to a Tale of Tom Thumb. Oh ! weep all to see this ungrateful Behaviour, In thus ridiculing the great Nation-Saviour.


 * From Honour, and Favour, and Joys, my full swing ;

From 12 pound a week, and the World in a string; Ah, poor falling Titus ! 'tis a cursed Debasement, To be pelted with Eggs thro' a k-wd wooden Casement ! And oh ! muckle Lony, To see thy old Crony,

With a Face all benointed with wild Locust Honey : Twould make thy old TAPP weep with sad Lament- ation. For trusty old Titus, the Saviour o' th' Nation.

VI.

1 See the Rabble all round me in Battel array, Against my wood Castle their Batteries play;