‘in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.’ The Aurung or throne, the Chuttur or umbrella, the Sayiban or sun-fan, and the Kowkebah or stars in gold and other metals which are hung up in front of the palace; and these four ensigns are used only by kings. The Alum, the Chuttertowk, and the Tementowk, all varieties of standards of the highest dignity, appropriated solely by the king and his military officers of the highest rank.—Birdwood, Industrial Arts of India. ‘But yet I have them in great reverence And honour, saving them from filth and ordure By often brusshyng and moche dylygence.’ ‘Ardorem extincta testantur vivere flamma.’ The Order of the Fan was instituted later by Louisa Ulrica, in 1744, for the ladies of the Swedish court, in which the sterner sex was afterwards included. ‘The modest fan was lifted up no more, And virgins smiled at what they blushed before.’ From 1748 to 1750 it was in high vogue among the beau monde as a diverting plaything for gentlemen and ladies. Wright, Caricature History of the Georges, note, p. 251. In Johnson’s Life of Pope, Osborne is thus referred to:—‘Pope was ignorant enough of his own interest to make another change, and introduced Osborne contending for the prize among the booksellers.’ (Dunciad, ii. p. 167.) ‘Osborne was a man entirely destitute of shame, without sense of any disgrace but that of poverty.’ (Johnson’s Works, viii. p. 302.) ‘Ye nymphs of Bath, come, aid my lay; Come strike the trembling string; Amelia’s name so sweetly flows, Her face and wondrous goodness shows, Who can refuse to sing. ‘Her presence, like the sun benign, Sheds blessing, where she deigns to shine: And brightens all the place; But, when the Goddess disappears, Our drooping heads and eyes in tears Will witness our distress.’ Quoted by Lewis Melville, Bath under Beau Nash. ‘Poor Bladud, he was manger grown; his dad, which zum call vather, Zet Bladud pig, and pig Bladud, and zo they ved together. Then Bladud did the Pigs invect, who, grumbling, ran away, And vound whot Waters presently, which made him fresh and gay. Bladud was not so grote a Vool, but seeing what Pig did doe, He Beath’d and Wash’t, and Rins’d, and Beath’d, from Noddle down to Toe. ........... And then he built this gawdy Toun, and sheer’d his Beard spade-ways, Which voke accounted then a Grace, though not so nowadays. Thwo thowsand and vive hundred Years, and Thirty-vive to That, Zince Bladud’s Zwine did looze their Greaze, which we Moderns call Vat.’ Coryate, Crudities. |