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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 20, No. 576, November 17, 1832. VariousЧитать онлайн книгу.

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commands which appointed certain days for the delivery of the posts. At their first establishment the Posts were carried by young men on foot, who were met by others at the appointed post stations, but horses and chariots were substituted in their stead by Augustus.

      The earliest institution of Posts in modern times was about the year 807. Charlemagne after he had subjugated to his power Germany, Italy, and a large part of Spain, seeing the inconvenience which the Government suffered from the non-delivery of important despatches from the governors of these distant parts of his dominion, caused Posts to be established at the expense of the people; but like the majority of the wise institutions of this warrior-statesman, shortly after his decease, they were discontinued, and till a long period after no traces are to be found of similar establishments. It is highly probable that they were re-instituted in the year 1484, by Louis XI. who employed in this department 230 couriers and messengers. Succeeding kings instituted officers expressly to superintend the Posts, as great abuses had crept in from time to time, but the multiplicity of the new made officers, and the frequent changes in the organization of the Post Office, kept the public from putting any faith in it, and it had almost ceased to exist when some spirited official men by organizing a new plan, and by giving a certainty to the public of the delivery of their letters, saved it from discontinuance.

      From France the institution gradually spread over the other countries of Europe. In Germany, which country was one of the first to adopt the system of the French Posts were established through the influence and at the expense of Count Taxis, who was denominated "the Patriot." The wishes of the people caught the heart of the Emperor Matthias, who to reward Taxis for his public spirit, gave him the office of Post-master, and assigned it to his descendants for ever.

      In England Posts appear to have been established as early as the reign of Edward III.; but the records of them handed down to us are obscure and uncertain. In the reign of Edward VI. they were however in full vigour: an Act of Parliament passed in 1548, which we have now before us, fixes the rate of postage at one penny per mile. The Posts here referred to were only used on important occasions. James I. erected a Post Office, which he placed under the control of Matthew de Questor; the office was claimed by Lord Stanhope, whose claim, however, was disallowed; but owing to the detection of de Questor in some mal-practices, the office was given and confirmed to W. Frizee and Thos. Witherings. In the year 1635, Charles I. erected a letter-office for England and Scotland, which he placed under the direction of the before-mentioned Thomas Witherings, who conducted it honourably, but was afterwards superseded for supposed abuses—a charge which was never proved. The rate paid about that time was "twopence for a letter, from 30 to 140 miles." The Posts then established were shortly after extended to the principal roads of England, and were from time to time increased, till they were spread over the kingdom, to the great benefit of a commercial people.

      The Post Office forms one of the chief branches of the revenue, and the total received for the conveyance of letters during the last quarter amounted to 33,000l.

      The present arrangements of the Post Office, at least as far as they are known, the certainty of the transmission of letters, the economy with which it is conducted, are the theme of admiration by the nation at large, and more particularly by foreigners.

      E.J.H.

      ETHELBERT AND ELFRIDA. AN HISTORICAL TALE

      Night wanes apace!—The crowd are gone;

      The lamps have ceased to glow;

      And Cynthia's beams reflect upon

      The placid lake below.

      The song of mirth is heard no more;

      No guests the goblet fill;

      The banquet's revelry is o'er,

      All—all is hush'd and still.

      No more, amid the stately pile,

      The dance afford's delight;

      Nor tale, nor jocund sports beguile

      The silent hours of night.

      All seek the downy couch of sleep—

      The host, and worthy guest;

      The drowsy guards on duty keep,

      And envy them their rest.

      No minstrels strike th' enliv'ning string—

      None blow the twanging horn;

      The nightingale has ceas'd to sing,

      And slowly breaks the morn.

      The portals of the dappled East

      Assume their bright array;

      The Sun, in new-born splendour drest,

      Drives sable clouds away.

      Thick vapours from the earth arise,

      And pass away unseen,

      Till night again shall veil the skies,

      Now lucid and serene.

      Above proud Offa's gate the gold

      Embroider'd banners hung—

      And 'scutcheon'd shields emblazon'd told

      From whence his race had sprung!

      The glitt'ring lance and crested plume

      Adorn the sculptur'd wall,

      And deep'ning shadows cast a gloom

      Around his spacious hall!

      On "South Town's" "heav'n directed" fanes

      Sol sheds his glowing ray;

      And Peace, and Joy, through Mercia's plains

      Their gladsome sceptre sway.

      How diff'rent far the scene will be

      When night appears again;—

      O'er all now reigns festivity,

      But lamentation then!

      A richly silver-braided vest

      The virgin train prepare—

      A scarf, to wrap the snow-white breast,

      And gems to deck the hair.

      Elfrida, at her lattice high,

      Sits with the bridal throng—

      She looks and looks—then heaves a sigh—

      "Why tarries he so long?"

      He comes!—'tis he!—and by his side

      Attend a noble band—

      He comes to claim his royal bride—

      His lov'd Elfrida's hand.

      The wish'd-for hour is gone and past;—

      Slow chimes the marriage-bell;

      May Heav'n forbid it prove his last—

      The bridegroom's fun'ral knell!

      The priest before the altar stands—

      The bride bends on her knee,

      And lifts to God her heart and hands

      In pious fervency!

      But where is he, who should have knelt

      Before his Maker, low?

      And where are they, who might have felt

      What none but parents know!

      In vain she waits, and looks around,

      Still vainer are her cries;

      With shrieks the sacred aisles resound;—

      Save echo, naught replies:

      Fell grief her throbbing heart enthrals,—

      Her lips grow ghastly pale;

      She weeps—she faints—and senseless falls

      Before


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