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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.

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When, lo! amidst the scene of general joy, to favour this doctrine. An indictment
One wretched object did my bliss alloy. having been presented against a Gas
(Will steeld humanity laugh at the tale, Light Company, a bill was found by the
And obdurately boast its coat of mail* ? Grand Jury; and the person most active
Mine be the task with buman feelings blest, in procuring the same was renarkably
To help, relieve, and pity the distress'd.)

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.

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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

Beauteous Bird! a long adieu;

Never shall thy Mistress view
* lo reference to the old saying, that a Again thy plumage, soft and sleek
Cat has nine lives

As down upon the Maiden's cheek;

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No more thy notes, so sweet and clear, Enjoy thy streame, O harmless fish,
Shall strike upon her listening ear;

And when an Angler, for his dish,
For death, the master of us all,

Through Gluttony's vile sin,
Has made to thee his fatal call;

Attempts,-a wretch,-to pull thee out,
Has stopp'd thy song of joy and gladness, God give thee strength, 0, gentle Trout,
And fill'd cach tender mind with sadness. To pull the raskall in!
But thy heart so warm and gracious,
And thy temper so vivacious;
Thy manners ever mild and free,
Bespeaking kind urbanity,

Have made for thee a bed of glory,

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
Of venom'd ones, who cannot brook

What's great in mind, or fair in look; Repeated seven times, is right!-Deny't who
Who turn kind actions inside out,
And Envy's flambeau wave about!
But that is past-the strength of thy wing
Is fall'n by death's omnipotent sting :
So farewell, bird ! we've escaped together;

Thy chains and mine are broken for ever!

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


An' if a man would patch a rotten case,
Why flyest thou away with fear?

Give to transaction dark a face of snow,
Trust me,there's nought of danger ncar:
I have no wicked hooke,

Here lives the lawyer that might draw the
All covered with a snaring baite;

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.

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Addressed to a LITTLE but a very

I have just retraced

My steps to Place de Grêvés' dark square,

and seen
Where any thing abounds, we find A tall, undaunted youth his life-blood waste
That Nobody will have it:

Beneath the all-atoning guillotine.
But when there's little of the kind, The sun shone out unfeelingly, and chased
Then all the people crave it.

Those clouds that better had become the

If wives are evils, as 'tis known,

And thousands, thousands throng'd to see
And frequently confess'd,

him die
The Man who's wise, will surely own Jests on their lip, and laughter in their eye!

A little one is best.
The god of Love's a little wight,

And there I mark'd, by heaven! a father

But beautiful as thought;

His little child above the crowd, as though
Thou too art little,-fair as light,

He sought to sear the startled infant's gaze,
And every thing in short.

That bane and bloodshed with its growth
0, happy fair! I think thee so,

might growFor mark the Poets' song :

Or freeze, at once, that precious fount

which plays
“ Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long."

When pity bids the heart and eye o'erflow!
I noted well the sallow villain's air,
And read of revolution horrors there.

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The fetter'd victim in a cart came on;

An aged priest pray'd by him; but the prayer
Or, AN ANGLER ASLEEP; Pass'd to the winds; though, ever and aron,

A crucifix was laid upon his sear,
From TAKINGS,” a New Poem.

White lip—he felt it not; for wild and fan,
A fishing-rod has been described to be His eye dilated round the crowded square,

Found very often near some muddy pool; Atlast, with feverish gesture, quicker breath,
A line we usually at one end see,

He fix'd it on the instrument of death.
At the other commonly a fool:
This has been said, and if a bouncer—why,

The hurdle paused. He rose with every
The Reader has it quite as cheap as I.

Braced to die firmly; mounted on the stage,
Methought I saw him then begin to swerte

'Twas | that shook! His features were a


Where passion, it was easy to observe,
From the Same.

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.
They laid him on his bloody pillow then.

The blade descended - one convulsive

And, as the naked spirit left its hold,
His severed head along the scaffold roll'd!


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

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to me

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
Thy chalky cliffs are fading from my view,
Our bark is dancing gaily o'er the sea : Shall start for him who sleeps in Afric's
I sigh while yet I may, and say Adieu,

desarts drear?
Albion, thou jewel of the earth, to thee,
Whose fields first fed my childish fantasy, Yet will I not profane a charge like mine
Whose mountains were my boyhood's wild With melancholy bodings ; nor believe

That a voice, whispering ever in the shrine
Whose rock, and wood, and torrent, were of my own heart, spake only to deceive.

I trust its promise, -that I go to weave
The food of my soul's youthful appetite; A wreath of palms, entwind with many a
Were music to my ear—a blessing to my sweet

Perennial flow'r, which time shall not be-
I never dreamt of Beauty, but, behold! Of all its fragrance :-that I yet shall greet
Straightway thy daughters flash'd upon my Once more the Ocean Queen, and throw it

at her feet.
I never mus'd on Valour, but the old
Memorials of thy haughty chivalry
Fill'd my expanding breast with extacy;
And when I thought on Wisdom, and the

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
the charm;

His song-his Muse can claim alone.
And if, when lull'd asleep on Pancy's arm,
Visions of bliss my riper age have cheer'de

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 :
For one, by absence and long toil endear'd-
The fabric of my hope on thee hath still

O come, and o'er the flowers and wine
been rear'd.

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,


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