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gave the signal settled for one of the and Dawson to the spot whence the post boys to come to his assistance. noise proeeeded. Just as they turned Aubrey could be restrained no longer, round the hedge, which screened the he opened the chamber door and rushed post-chaise, they perceived Lord Sudley into the other room, followed by all the brush through the opposite hedge, and company. It is more easy to conceive run as fast as he could over the field; than to express the various emotions and on which Mr. Martin, in the spirit of a passions that displayed themselves on sportsman, gave the view hollo. On this occasion.
coming up to the chaise, they saw the In Miss Melville, the struggle between post-boys tied behind it, their backs bare, terror and resentment was at its height, and receiving castigation, surronnded when joy and honest shame rushed sud- by a band of country people, men, wodenly into her bosom, contending for men, and children, who had been inthe possession of it. Admiration and formed of the nature of their offence by delight sparkled in the eyes of Mrs. the cottagers employed by Aubrey, and Martin and her daughter; rage, mingled whose hostile appearance had put the with an arch gratification, twisted the nobleman to flight. On the post-boys lips of Mr. Martin, and directed his eye confessing, with contrition, that they to the exciting object, on whom he point had been bribed to assist in his villany, ed one of his pistols. Love, and the the gentlemen interposed, and they conscious delight springing from the part were released. ke had acted, filled the breast of Aubrey; while that of the ruffian, as he turned round on the unexpected group, was
THE BANISHED KITTEN, thrown into a tempest by the sudden
A TALE *; encounter of passions, more furious than the warring elements that spread desola
Addressed to Sensibility. tion in tropic climes; dissappointment, “Dear Sensibility! source unexhausted of shame, dismay, rage, revenge, at once all that's precious in our joys, or costly in assailed it; the blood forsook his cheeks, our sorrows; thou chainest thy martyr bis pale lips quivered, and he darted á
down upon his bed of straw, and it is ghastly look around the room. “ Dear thou who lifts him up to heaven. Eternal Emily:" said Mrs. Martin, as she pres- fountain of our feelings, thou givest a sed the blushing sufferer to her bosom, portion of it sometimes to the roughest • is it possible to forgive such injustice, peasant who traverses the blackest mounas we have been guilty of?"-_-" Petty tain-he finds the lacerated lamb of anohypocrites!" bellowed the monster, be- ther flock. This moment I behold him fore Miss Melville could answer, a leaning with his head against his crook, curse upon you all."
with piteous inclination looking down Finding himself completely defeated, upon it---Oh! had I come one moment and that his detection was so complete, soonerl it bleeds to death. His gentle that not a shadow of doubt remained of heart bleeds with it. Peace to thee, gehis villany, Lord Sudley again cursed nerous swain! I see thou walkest off in his detectors, and left the cottage. Mr. anguish, but the joys shall balance it, for Martin was for securing him, but the happy is thy cottage, and happy is the rest of the party joined in persuading sharer of it, and happy are the lambs him that it was better to let him escape, which sport about you.” no adequate punishment being provided by the law for his offence, and his infa- Walking and musing as I went along,
Contemplating the cheerful, busy tbrong, my being fully established.
While pleasure sat depicted on each face, This was scarcely determined, when
And wrinkled care to placitude gave place, a tumultuous noise was heard, and, pre- Ease, happiness, and joy, appear'd to reign, sently after, the cries of men. Aubrey, And fancy lightly tripp'd along each train; well knowing the cause of them, soon removed the alarm that began to rise
Note, the Reader is assured, that this is among his friends, by assuring them that there was no occasion to be alarmed; was picked up in Chesnut Street, near the
not a tale of fiction, but of fact; the kitten and, requesting the ladies to remain in State House in Philadelphia, in the situation the cottage, he went with Mr. Martin described.
When, lo! amidst the scene of general joy, to favour this doctrine. An indictment
voluble, and at times quite vehement, in Cast in the street by some unfeeling hand,
his complaints of the effluvia arising from A helpless fugitive did trembling stand; Half-covered o'er with kennel 6lib it stood,
the process of obtaining gas. It is And in distressful plight it plaintive mew'd.
strongly suspected that he had a parI stood and gaz'd with horror at the sight,
ticular object in view, however the olface And nearer drew to sympathize its plight,
tory nerves might be irritated, whether When, lo! I found, disgrace to human such irritation was produced by the kind,
strength of the imaginative faculty
, or The kitten almost starved and beaten blind: by bona fide sensations. A wag, in alluThus gasping in the street, ibe helpless sion to the above circumstance, obwight
served-“ Poor ******* ! he has gained Met kicks of accident and kicks of spite : his point, but lost his nose !" Fell pity prompted me to southe its grief,
[Our Correspondent has tacked to the And strove at least to offer some relief ;
above paragraph the following one; for I took the stranger home, prepar'd a beil
which we beg to thank him, both for Oo which to rest its aching limbs and
ourselves, and our correspondents whose head: But lo! no sooner had it gaiu'd a friend,
aqueous circumstances may correspond Than death to all its sufferings put an end.
with ours; for we depend entirely apou Happy for him, whose cruel savage breast,
“ Thames' healthful streams.") Unpitying sees the ingocent oppressid,
Now, Mr. Editor, that we are upon It like the Cat, his misery too would end, this vapoury subject, allow me to mention When death performs the office of a friend; à report current in the neighbourhood But no, says truth, though few this truth before alluded to ; namely, that the inregard,
habitants of the watery element are even Hence every deed shall meet its just reward; affected by the operations of the Gas If good or bad, a faithful record's made
Chemists; and that whenever their puriAnd sure as God is truth, 'twill be repaid. fying streams uninvitedly visit the domiWhere then, ye hosts of tyrants, will ye
nions of his Majesty of Thames, bis stand?
subjects (near and about Blackfriars Who never knew to stretch vut Mercy's
Bridge) are made sick“ nigh unto hand ? You, that to others have no mercy shewn,
death."-Qu. Whether we, who reside Look to an angry God, and dread his
on terra firma, and use his Majesty's frown.
I.W.W. fluid, are not likely to be affected, as
well as his finny subjects.
SMELLING, A FANCIFUL SENSA
The following Lines are inscribed to TION.- It has been sometimes main
Miss ELIZA MARY MANN Eliot, at tained, by singular or learned persons,
whose request they were written, by her that many, if not all, painful or other
affectionate friend, the author. sensations, are mentally produced, not heing corporeal sensibilities. And the
ON THE DEATH OF A BIRD OF late Dr. Moseley strenuously maintained,
MOST RARE QUALITIES. that the disease yclept Hydrophobia was “ I'd rather have skipped from sixteen positively one of this class. A circum- . years to sixty, and turn'd my leaping stick stance which has recently happened in
into a crutch, than have lived to see this
CYMBELINE. the neighbourhood of Fleet Street, seems
Never shall thy Mistress view
As down upon the Maiden's cheek;
No more thy notes, so sweet and clear, Enjoy thy streame, O harmless fish,
And when an Angler, for his dish,
Through Gluttony's vile sin,
Attempts,-a wretch,-to pull thee out,
I'll prove the word that I have made my And gain'd the Muse to sing thy story;
theme, For thee, dear bird, I've dipp'd my quill, Is that that may be doubled without blame, In memory's sweet and bitter rill?
And that that that, thus trebled, I may use ; I've callid to mind thy voice so thrilling, And that that that, that critics may abuse, Thine eyes, with Love's expression killing ; May be correct. -Farther, the Dons to Thy form of elegance and grace,
bother, All the enchantment of thy face;
Five thats may closely follow one another! And I've one consolation left,
For be it known, that we may safely write, Of wbich I would not be bereft :
Or say,—That that that, that that man writ, The while thou did'st inhabit carth,
was right; During my greatest flow of mirth,
Nay, e'en, That that that, that that that has I never chac'd thee from my spirit,
follow'a Or prov'd neglectful of thy merit;
Through sir repeats, the Grammar's rule I lov'd thee, bird- I took thy part,
has hallow'd; And tried to shield thee from the dart
And, that that that,-(that “that” that that
I do remember a young pleader,
And hereabouts he dwells; whom late I no
In coat once black, with overwhelming The following lines are by the late Dr. brow, Woleot (Peter Pindar), who seems to Pondering o'er case. Sallow were his have had as much distaste to angling as looks, Dr. Johnson. Doctors have differed on And midnight thought had worn him to this, as on most other subjects. Isaac
the bone; Walton's pleasant book on Angling is
And in his sombre chambers lay confused, doubtless known to many of our readers.
Black dusty paper, "general issues” here, Archdeacon Paley was a great angler; “Demurrers” there—matter apt to teach and the Author of " a Treatise on An- That, to our noble law, justice and form gling” is so fervent in his admiration of Alike are dear; and o'er his shelves
A beggarly account of dusty volumes. the sport, as to gravely affim, that“ only Wentwortin, and Coke, and Saunders-old three Apostles attended our Saviour to editions all, the Mount, on his Transfiguration, and with a few numbers of the late Reports, those three were all fishermen."
Were thinly scattered to make up a
showBALLADE TO A FISH OF THE BROOKE.
An' if a man would patch a rotten case,
Give to transaction dark a face of snow,
Here lives the lawyer that might draw the
pleas. Alas! to tempt thee to thy fate,
Oh! this same thought doth but forerun my And dragge thee from the brooke.
I have a cause, and will retain him quickly. () harmless tenant of the flood,
As I remember, this should be the chamI do not wish to spill thy blood;
ber; For Nature unto thee Perchance has given a tender wife,
But it not being Term, the door is sto
sed. And children dear, to charme thy life,
What, ho! As she hath done to me.
Addressed to a LITTLE but a very
I have just retraced
My steps to Place de Grêvés' dark square,
Beneath the all-atoning guillotine.
Those clouds that better had become the
And thousands, thousands throng'd to see
A little one is best.
And there I mark'd, by heaven! a father
His little child above the crowd, as though
He sought to sear the startled infant's gaze,
That bane and bloodshed with its growth
might growFor mark the Poets' song :
Or freeze, at once, that precious fount
When pity bids the heart and eye o'erflow!
The fetter'd victim in a cart came on;
An aged priest pray'd by him; but the prayer
A crucifix was laid upon his sear,
White lip—he felt it not; for wild and fan,
Found very often near some muddy pool; Atlast, with feverish gesture, quicker breath,
He fix'd it on the instrument of death.
The hurdle paused. He rose with every
Braced to die firmly; mounted on the stage,
'Twas | that shook! His features were a
Where passion, it was easy to observe,
Had written much. He said his father's age
Must now be brought with sorrow to the By conscience driven to rob, Tom hired a
For he had scorned the counsels which he Pass'd to the road and now about to mount,
gave. Tried to suppress mis-givings and remorse, When two bleach'd felons, sent to their
His words were firm, though hurried account,
spoke as men High on a gibbet rivetted attention ;
With little time, and much to utter, spake: Mad bim take fearful hints from their sus His troubled eye ran round the square again, pension,
As if one last, brief, farewell look, to take.
The blade descended - one convulsive
ROUGE ET NOIR.
The following beautiful lines were Under this head a little book has published in Baldwin's London Magabeen lately published. We present our zine for April, under the title of “ Lines readers with an extract from the sixth
found in a Portfolio," evidently without canto, headed “ Tae Guillotine,” not any knowledge of the author
, or of the that it is the best perhaps that we could circumstances under which they were have chosen, for the whole volume is written. From personal friendship with excellent, full of genius, and the style the author, we happen to be acquainted perfectly au fait.
with these particulars; and, in commu
nicating them to our readers, shall no To be a mark to guide the nations on, doubt increase that interest which the
Like a tall watch-tow'r flashing o'er the poetical merit of the lines would of itself Long may'st thou bid the sorrower cease to
deep! create. They were written by the late
weep, Mr. Ritchie, the accomplished African And shoot the beams of truth athwart the traveller, (the narrative of whose jour night, ney has just been published by his That wraps a slumb'ring world; till, from companion, Capt. Lyon) in the very Starting, remotest nations see the light; situation described in the two first lines, And earth be blest beneath the buckler of when on board the vessel which con
thy might! veyed him from England; on the deck of which he long stood, with tears in Strong in thy strength, I go; and wherehis eyes, regarding, for the last time; My steps may wander, may I ne'er forget the land of his nativity.-Every friend
All that I owe to thee; and, oh! may ne'er to science must lament that his fond My frailties tempt me to abjure the debt! anticipations of success should have And what is far from thee my star must set, been blighted, and his “ melancholy Hast thou not hearts that shall with sadness bodings" fatally realized.
The tale,-and some fair cheek that shall be
And some bright eye, in which the swelling
That a voice, whispering ever in the shrine
I trust its promise, -that I go to weave
Perennial flow'r, which time shall not be-
at her feet.
The following “ Circular” was lately
addressed to a few fair friends of the The Muses give, with exultation high I turn'd to those whom thou hast cali'd thine Author, as an invitation to join him in
celebrating the Birth-day of the Poet Who fill the spacious earth with their and MOORE: thy renown.
THE POET'S BIRTH-DAY. When my young heart, in life's gay morning
O come and hail the day hour, At Beauty's summons beat a wild alarm,
Which gave the Poet birth, Her voice came to me from an English
Whose song when grave or gay,
Whose Muse in tears or mirth, bower, And English smiles they were that wrought
Still wears a grace and breathes a tone
His song-his Muse can claim alone.
Come, and one sparkling hour,
Whích not a care shall dim, Of home, and Love's fire-side, and greetings
We, in my woodbine bower,
Will dedicate to him :
O come, and o'er the flowers and wine
Let the warm smiles on Beauty shine
And we will leave a chain Peace to thy smiling hearths, when I am
Of song, from those which he gone! And may'st thou still thy ancient dovry
Hath given in many a strain
Of matchless minstrelsy; koep,