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UNNION AND VALENTINE. No. 5.

At the siege of Namur by the allies, there were in the ranks of the company commanded by captain Pincent, in colonel Frederic Hamilton's regiment, ono Unnion a corporal, and one Valentine a private sentinel : there happened between those two men a dispute about a matter of love, which, upon some aggravations, grew to an irreconcileable hatred. Unnion, being the officer of Valentine, took all opportunities even to strike his rival, and profess the spite and revenge which moved him to it. The sentinel bore it without resistance; but frequently said, he would die to be revenged of that tyrant. They had spent whole months thus, one injuring, the other complaining; when, in the midst of this rage towards each other, they were commanded upon the attack of the castle, where the corporal received a shot in the thigh and fell : the French pressing on, and he expecting to be trampled to death, called out to his enemy, Ah, Valentine ! can you leave me here? Valentine immediately ran back, and, in the midst of a thick fire of the French, took the corporal upon his back, and brought him through all that danger as far VOL. I.

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as the abbey of Salfine, where a cannon ball took off his head: his body fell under bis enemy whom he was carrying off. Unnion immediately forgot his wound, rose up, tearing his hair, and then threw himself upon the bleeding carcase, crying, Ah, Valentine! was it for me who have bo barbarously used thee, that thou hast died? I will not live after thce. He was not by any means to be forced from the body, but was removed with it bleeding in his arms, and attended with tears by all their comrades who knew their enmity. When he was brought to a tent, his wounds were dressed by force ; but the next day, still calling upon Valentine, and lamenting his cruelties to him, he died in the pangs of remorse and despair.

STEELE.

POLITE CONVERSATION. No. 31.

This evening I was with a couple of young ladies : one of them has the character of the prettiest company, yet really I thought her but silly; the other, who talked a great deal less, I observed to have understand ing. The lady who is reckoned such a companion among her acquaintance, has only, with a very brisk. air, a knack of saying the commonest things: the other, with a sly, serious one, says home things enough. The first, mistress Giddy, is very quick ; but the second, Mrs. Slim, fell into Giddy's own style, and was as good company as she. Giddy happens to drop her glove ; Sliun reaches it to her. Madam, sash Giddy, I hope you will have a better oface. Upon which Slim immediately repartees, and sits in her lap, and cries, Are you not sorry for my heaviness? The sly wench

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