The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 2 (of 3) / or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac

by William Hone

July 2.

Will Wimble.

On the second of July, 1741, died at Dublin, Mr. Thomas Morecroft, “a baronet’s younger son, the person mentioned by the ‘Spectator’ in the character of Will Wimble.”

This notice is from the “Gentleman’s Magazine” for 1741, as also is the following:—

On the same day, in the same year, the earl of Halifax married Miss Dunck, with a fortune of one hundred thousand pounds. It appears that, “according to the will of Mr. Dunck, this lady was to marry none but an honest tradesman, who was to take the name of Dunck; for which reason his lordship took the freedom of the sadlers’ company, exercised the trade, and added the name to his own.”

(For the Every-Day Book.)

A SHORTE AND SWEETE SONNETT
ON THE SUBTILTIE OF LOVE

By Cornelius May.

From “the Seven Starres of Witte.”

You cannot barre love oute
Father, mother and you alle,
For marke mee he’s a crafty boy,
And his limbes are very smalle;
He’s lighter than the thistle downe,
He’s fleeter than the dove,
His voice is like the nightingale;
And oh! beware of love!

For love can masquerade
When the wisest doe not see;
He has gone to many a blessed sainte
Like a virgin devotee;
He has stolen thro’ the convent grate,
A painted butterfly,
And I’ve seene in many a mantle’s fold
His twinkling roguish eye.

He’ll come doe what you will;
The Pope cannot keepe him oute;
And of late he’s learnt such evill waies
You must hold his oathe in doute:
From the lawyers he has learned
Like Judas to betraye;
From the monkes to live like martyred saintes
Yet cast their soules awaye.

He has beene at courte soe long
That he weares the courtier’s smile;
For every maid he has a lure,
For every man a wile;
Philosophers and alchymistes
Your idle toile give o’er,
Young love is wiser than ye alle
And teaches ten times more.

Strong barres and boltes are vaine
To keepe the urchin in,
For while the goaler turned the keye
He would trapp him in his gin.
You neede not hope by maile of proofe
To shun his cruell darte,
For he’ll change himselfe to a shirt of maile
And lye nexte to your hearte.

More scathfull than an evill eye,
Than ghost or grammerie,
Not seventy times seven holy priestes
Could laye him in the sea.
Then father mother cease to chide
I’ll doe the best I maye,
And when I see young love coming
I’ll up and run awaye.

On the second day of July, 1744, is recorded the birth of a son to Mr. Arthur Bulkeley.

The child’s baptism is remarkable from these circumstances. The infant’s godfathers, by proxy, were Edward Downes, of Worth, in Cheshire, Esq. his great-great-great-great uncle; Dr. Ashton, master of Jesus-college, Cambridge, and his brother, Mr. Joseph Ashton, of Surrey-street, in the Strand, his great-great-great uncles. His godmothers by their proxies were, Mrs. Elizabeth Wood, of Barnsley, Yorkshire, his great-great-great-great aunt; Mrs. Jane Wainwright, of Middlewood-hall, Yorkshire, his great-great grandmother; and Mrs. Dorothy Green, of the same place, his great grandmother. It was observed of Mrs. Wainwright, who was then eighty-nine years of age, that she could properly say, “Rise, daughter, go to thy daughter; for thy daughter’s daughter has a son.”

Mrs. Wainwright was sister to Dr. Ashton and his brother mentioned above, whose father and mother were twice married, “first before a justice of peace by Cromwell’s law, and afterwards, as it was common, by a parson; they lived sixty-four years together, and during the first fifty years in one house, at Bradway, in Derbyshire, where, though they had twelve children and six servants in family, they never buried one.”[237]

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