concluded that the horseman would inevitably be killed; but the bull was surrounded in an instant by men on foot, who so called away his attention from the fallen man, and plied him with darts, that he looked like a huge porcupine. The fallen horseman vaulted on another horse, apparently uninjured, the footmen disappeared, and the combat was once more renewed.

Innumerable multitudes around

With fix'd attention gaz'd upon the ground,
And watch'd the brutal strife with eager breath,
While every pause appear'd a pause of death.

The horseman threw a cord, which caught the bull by the foot; he then galloped round him, when the bull, furiously plunging, fell down, trammeled by the cord. He again rose, suddenly goring the horse in the side with such fury, that man, horse, and bull fell together.

Footmen darted forwards from all sides to the

centre of the arena, where the prostrated bull lay. They extricated the man and horse, who were both taken away. Three fresh horsemen now appeared, who attacked the bull in different directions, while the men on foot sheathed their darts in his hide on every opportunity. Streaming with gore, and foaming with rage and toil, the black bull appeared undiminished in strength. Two of the horsemen, and, at least, a dozen of the footmen, were borne off with their bones broken or otherwise injured. Never before had a bull made such desperate resistance! At one period, twenty men surrounded him, a fallen horseman being in great danger; but he plunged through them all, and gored the fallen man as he lay on the ground, flinging him into the air, when he was caught by his companions, and carried away. To me it appeared wondrous that all

who entered the arena were not immediately destroyed; but their dexterity was astonishing.

How long the unsubdued animal would have held out I cannot say; but a combatant, richly clad, bearing an ornamented cloak on his left arm, and a dagger in his right hand, approached him, and at one spring plunged the dagger into his neck. The animal fell as if he had been shot: a cord was thrown round his horns; the footmen leaped on his enormous carcase, and four horses at full gallop dragged away the black bull from the arena,

While scarfs were waved by many a Spanish dame,
And shouting thousands thunder'd loud acclaim.

Reading can be considered as a mere amusement only by the most vulgar or the most frivolous part of mankind. Every one, whom natural good sense and a liberal education have qualified to form a judgment on the subject, will acknowledge that it is capable of being applied to an endless variety of good purposes.

ENFIELD'S Speaker.

I WANT you, my young friends, very highly to estimate two descriptions of persons, and these

are Authors and Publishers. What a world would this be without books! and there would be no books without authors and publishers. There you would sit with your hands in your pockets, or twirling your thumbs and your fingers before you, by the hour together. No travels, no ghost stories, no Robinson Crusoe, Pilgrim's Progress, or Boy's own Book, to read; no poetry, no Moral Maxims, no Little Library to amuse you. Why, you would mope yourselves to death; without books, life would be robbed of half its enjoyment.

Authors may be found of all ages, from the full-grown boy to the bald-headed man, and of all degrees of education. Some have been brought up at college, some at private schools, and some have educated themselves. Education is not reading and writing, grammar and geography, but