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Till as our hearts and voices blend, And crows are fatted with the murrain
His spirit shall on ours descend,

flock; And bind more closely friend to friend.

The nine men's morris is fill'd up with


And the quaint mazes in the wanton A THOUGHT BY THE SEA-SIDE.


For lack of tread, are undistinguishable; 'Tis sweet to șit upon the sea-worn beach,

The human mortals want their winter And mark the rolling surges-to descry

here; The distant ruffles far as eye can reach, No night is now with hymn or carol And trace them swelling proud as they

blest :draw nigh:

Therefore the moon, the governess of Rising and falling with incessant roar,

floods, They dash their glory on the sloping shore.

Pale in her anger, washes all the air, I love to see them mark, with narrow line,

That rheumatick diseases do abound; The bound'ries of their wand'ring, ziz-gag

And, thorough the distemperature, we see tide

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts They say, in all the rivalry of pride, Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ; "'Thus far I urg'd this milk-white steed And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown, of mine."

An odorous chaplet of sweet suminer buds I look--the record's gonem prouder spray Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the Has wash'd the hist’ry of its pomp away.

summer, And then I think that man, in all his Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed

The chilling autumn, angry winter, change glare, Is but a passing wave that sweeps the sca,

world, A restiess, surge-like son of grief and care, By their increase, now knows not which That foams awhile, and ceases then to be;

is which. And that the painter's and the poet's hand, Are but vain gravers on a faithless sand.


When whisp'ring strains do softly steal During SAAKSPEARE's life the seasons With creeping passion thro' the beart, once appeared to have changed places, And when ai ev'ry touch we feel as he beautifully describes in a passage,

Our pulses beat and bear a part;

When threads can make which was written at the time, and which applies with remarkable coincidence to A heart-string quake,

Philosophy the present singularity of the weather:

Can scarce deny
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, The soul cousists of barmony.
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; wbich falling in the Oh! lull me, lull me, cbarming air,

My senses rock with wonder sweet!
Have every pelting river made so proud, Like snow on wool thy fallings are,
That they have overborne their continents: Soft, like a spirit, are thy feet.
The ox bas therefore stretch'd his yoke in Grief who need fear,

That hath an ear?
The ploughman lost his swear; and the Down let him lie,

And slumbering die, Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard;

And change his soul for harmony. The fold stands empty in the drowned

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No. 7. VOL. III.]

LONDON, JULY 1, 1821.

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A little while since, it was the fate of Richard the Third to be represented by a young man well-known for his attach

ment to the stage, at a country theatre. SIMPLICITY OF A FEMALE On Lord Stanley's entrance at the fourth PRISONER.

act, the tyrant demands" How now, The late counsellor E-n, chairman of Lord Stanley, what's the news?” The the quarter-sessions of the county of Dub answer given was, it seems, a factlin, was so remarkable for his lenity to

“ There's a man at the door, says you women, that a female prisoner was sel

owe him a crown, and who swears he dom convicted at his court. During the

won't go away till he gets it.”
time the humane barrister presided, a
prim looking woman was put to the bar
of the commission court, at which prea

COUNTRY QUARTERS--A lady adsided the equally humane, though, per

vanced in age, and in a declining state of haps, not so gallant, Baron S. She was health, went by the advice of the physiindicted"for uttering forged bank notes.

cian, Dr. Hunter, (who relates the anecAccording to the usual form of law, the dote) to take lodgings in a village near clerk of the crown asked the prisoner if the metropolis. She agreed for a suit of she was ready to take her trial? With rooms, and coming down stairs observed becoming disdain she answered, No! that the ballustrades were much out of She was told by the clerk, she must give repair." These," said the lady, "must her reasons why. As if scorning to hold

be mended, before I can think of coming conversation with the fellow, she thus

to live here.“Oh no," replied the addressed his lordship_“My Lord, I landlady, “ that would answer no purwon't be tried here at all. I'll be tried pose, as the undertaker's men, in bringby my Lord E—.” The simplicity of the ing down the coffins, would break them woman, coupled with the well-known again immediately.” character of È-, caused a roar of laughter in the court, which even the bench could not resist. Baron S-, with his A traveller shewed Lavater two portraits, usual mildness, was about to explain the the one of a highwayman, who had been impossibility of her being tried by the broken upon a wheel, the other was the popular Judge, and said—“ He can't try portrait of Kant, the philosopher; he was you" when the woman stopped him desired to distinguish between them. short, and with an inimitable sneer, ex

Lavater took up the portrait of the highclaimed—“ Can't try me! I beg your wayman; after attentively considering pardon, my Lord, he tried me twice be- it for some time, “ Here,” says he, “we fore.” She was tried, however; and for

have the true philosopher, here is penethe third time acquitted.

tration in the eye, and reflection in the forehead; here is cause, and there is

effect; there is combination, here is disTHEATRICAL ANECDOTE.--It is tinction; synthetic lips, and analylic the lot of royalty, whether real or imagi- nose. Then turning to the portrait of nary, to be attended with misfortunes. the philosopher, he exclaimed, “ The


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calm thinking villain is so well expressed, His nights were spent in sleeplessness, and so strongly marked on this counte His days in sorrow and despair, nance, that it needs no comment." This It could not last-this inward strife; anecdote Kant used to tell with great

The lover he grew tired of life, glee.

And saunter'd here and there.
At length, 'twas on a moonlight eve,

The skies were blue, the winds were
LORD CLONMEL.---The late Lord

still; Clonmel, who never thought of demand- He wander'd from his wretched but, ing more for an affidavit, used to be well And, though he left the door unshut, satisfied with a shilling, provided it was

He sought the lonely hill. a good one. In his time the Birzningham He look'd upon the lovely moon, shillings were current, and he used the

He look'd upou the twinkling stars ; following precautions to avoid being " How peaceful all is there," he said, imposed upon by taking a bad one : “No noisy tumult there is bred, " You shall true answer make to such And no intestine wars." questions as shall be demanded of you touching this affidavit, so help you God?

But misery overcame his heart, Is this a good shilling? Are the contents

For all was waste and war within ; of this affidavit true? Is this your name

And rushing forward with a leap, and hand-writing ?”

O'er crags a hundred fathoms steep,

He planged into the linn.
We found him when the morning sun

Shone brightly from the eastern sky;

Upon his back, he was afloat-
His hat was sailing like a boat-

His staff was found on bigb.

Oh, reckless woman! Susan Foy,

To leave the poor, old, loving man,

And with a soldier, young and gay, I knew a man that died for love,

Thus harlot-like to run away
His name, I ween, was Billy Blinn;

To India or Japan.
His back was hump’d, his bair was grey, Poor Billy Blinn, with hair so white,
And, on a sultry summer day,
We found him floating in the linn.

Poor Billy Blion was stiff and cold;

Will Adze he made a coffin neat, Once as he stood before bis door

We placed bim in it head and feet,

And laid him in the mould! Smoking, and wondering who should,

pass, Then trundling past him in a cart Came Susan Foy-she won his heart,

Blunders. She was a gallant lass.





Aud Billy Bliun conceal'd the flame
That buru'd, and scorch'd his very custody on whose person were found a

A provincial paper says, that a man is in
But often was he heard to sigh,

besides several other portable articles, a And with leis sleeve he wiped his eye,

cart and horse, and several empty bags. In a dejected mood. A party of recruiters came

Mr. J. H. known for his habitual tardiTo wile our cottars, man and boy ;

ness, was invited to join a party at Their coats were red, their cuffs were blue;

Nashant, and appointed for that purpose And boldly, without more ado,

to be at his friend's house at an early Off with the troop went Susan Foy!

hour in the morning. Contrary to allex

pectation, he was the first on the ground; When poor old Billy heard the news,

and his friend in surprise at his punctu; He fore his hairs so thin and grey ; He beat the hump upon his back,

ality, burst out in the following lucid And ever did he

apostrophe:-So you've come first at
cry, Alack,
Ohon, vh me!-alas a-day!"

last; you used to be behind before; I
suspect you get up early of late!


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THE proverb says that Idleness covers a ZIMMERMAN, the celebrated physiman with rags. An Irish schoolmaster cian, went from Hanover to attend thought the sentence might be improved; Frederick, facetiously called “TheGreai," in consequence of which, he wrote down in his last illness. One day the King for his pupils, Idleness covers a man

said to him, “ You have, I presume, with nakedness.

Sir, helped many a man into another world." "This was rather a bitter pill for

the doctor; but the dose he gave the THE wags of Paris, by a transposition

King in return was a judicious mixture

of truth and flattery :---“ Not so many of the letters, call La sante alliance (the

as your Majesty, nor with so much hoholy alliance) La sante canaille.

nour to myself.”
Canaille is the most opprobrious epi-
thet in the French language.

A countryman sowing his ground, two

smart fellows riding that way, one of MEDICAL JURISPRUDENCE.--An them called to him with an insolent air, Hibernian paper contains an extraordi “ Well, honest fellow, (said he) 'tis nary statement on the trial of John Arm your business to sow, but we reap the strong for stealing a pair of shoes and a fruits of your labour." To which the hat, at Belfast, on 23 January, the pro- countryman replied, “ 'Tis very likely perty of Nathanial M'Illwain, a patient you may, for I am sowing the Lying-in Hospital.

A country fellow, just come up to Lon

don, and peeping into every shop as he Bon Hots.

passed by, ai last looked into a scrivener's; where seeing only one man sitting at a desk, could not imagine what

was sold there ; and calling to the clerk, NEWS.--- A news-loving woman was said, “ Pray, sir, what do you sell ?" one evening entertaining her husband “ Loggerheads,” cried the other. with a co ious detail of a most wonder you so ?” said the countryman; ful event that had occurred somewhere, you have a special trade ihen, for I see and which she said she verily believed, you have but one left.” having had it from her neighbour, who never told a lie in her life. The husband, however, expressed some doubts about TWO gentlemen standing together, as the matter, which so highly exasperated

a young lady passed them, one of them the wife, that she passionately exclaimed, said, “ There goes the handsomest wo“ There never was on the face of this

man I ever saw.” She hearing, turned earth such a provoking cridelereous man back, and observing him to be very ugly, as you are ; I werily believe, that were

answered, “I wish, sir, I could, in reyou to hear me swear that I was dead, turn, say as much of you." “ So you you would not believe me.” The patient may, madam, (says he) and lie---as I did.” husband calmly replied, “ Indeed, Kitty, I had rather hear any one swear that than you."

ON a trial at the admiralty sessions for shooting a seaman, the counsel for the

crown asking one of the witnesses, which SHORTLY after his late Majesty's re he was for, plaintiff or defendant, “Plaincovery in 1789, he happened one day, tiff or defendant !" said the sailor, when riding out on horseback, to meet scratching his head, “why I don't know Lord Fyfe, on seeing whom he exclai what you mean by plaintiff or defendant, med, “ There comes a man who is nei- I come to speak for that there," pointing ther gambler nor rat!” His Lordship to the prisoner. “ You are a pretty fell'eplied, “ Your Majesty is mistaken; I low for a witness (says the counsel) not am the greatest gamester on earth ; " for to know what plaintiff or defendant my all is on that horse."

means !” Some time after, beiog asked

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by the same counsel, what part of the but could not find them; and on going ship he was in at the time, “ Abaft the out into the fields, he observed, that the binnacle, my lord,” says the sailor. face of all things was changed, and the Abaft the binnacle! (replied the bar- lands now become the property of anorister) what part of the ship is that?" ther master. He returned home con“ Ha! ha! ha!(chuckled the sailor) are founded and astonished. Arrived at his not you a pretty fellow of a counsellor own house, he was asked by the occu(pointing to him archly with his finger) pier of it, who he was; when at last, not to know where abaft the binnacle being recognized by his brother, who is !"

was then grown old, he was informed of

the truth of what had happened." QUIN heing one day in a coffee-house, saw a young beau enter, in an elegant negligee dress, quite languid with the GAS & THAMES WATER. heat of the day. “Waiter!" said the coxcomb, in an affected faint voice,

[Literatim & Verbatim.] “ waiter,'' fetch me a dish of coffee, MR. HEDDITUR, weak as water, and cool as a zephyr!” Quin, in a voice of thunder, immediately in Books*, and therefore myself and

I keeps a Chandlur's Shop, and deals vociferated, “Waiter, bring me a dish of coffee, bot as h-11, and strong as

spouse, at leesure moments, reeds your d-n-n!” The beau starting, exclaimed, be a narvous person; and ever since she

Magazine. Now my wife happens “ Waiter, what is that gentleman's name?" Quin, in his usual tremendous

has redd your Tit Bit article about the tone, exclaimed, “Waiter, pray what is

Fish being killed by the purefying streems that lady's name!”

of the Gas Company, she has not relish-
ed her tee,-because why? Why be-
cause our Water Butt is so-plied by the

River Thames. I tells her its all fancy;
Correspondence. and as I loves a bit of argument, tries

that way; but that, instead of mending

the matter, makes it worse. Morehover,

she says, the Lord Mare and his Woor-
ship the Watur Bale-if and all the Fysh-

ermen, (and when she's in a great pasTHE American tale of Ripvanwinkle's know it for a fact that the water is ren

sion, she even says the Fysh themselves) sleep, which has, no doubt, been perused by most of your readers, in the

derhed un-wholesome, and that a horse“ Sketch Book," bears so close a resem

a noble animal-was killed on the spot blance in its circumstances to that related

by drinking thereof. Oh! Mr. Hedditur, of Epimenides, that I cannot but think

I have not had a cup of tee in peace, the author must have had the latter be

ever since my wife has redd your Tit fore him. I will, therefore, desire you

Bit article. to insert a translation of part of the life Johnson, says that " Facts are stubbore

I knows (as Doctor or Benjamin of Epimenides, from Diogenes Laertas, * which will, I think, induce you to draw

things;" and if the great persons just the same conclusion.

alluded to declare the water to be un

holesome, I must suppose that my Wife's Yours, &c.

complaint is not so fanciful as I at first WM. BAINBRIGGE,

thought it.

Possibly you will favor your reeders Epimenides, being one day sent by

with some-thing on the subject; and in his father into the fields to tend his flock, the meen time I beg to subscribe myself oppressed by the heat of the mid-day a Constunt Reeder, and sun, quitted the high road, and retired into the shade of a cavern, where he

Your most obedient Servant, slept for 57 years. Awaking from this sleep, he began to search for his sheep, L. I. p. 77. See also Pliny, L. VII. č. 52.

edittions of Red Ride-ing Hood, Gy Earl of

Among other Works, I have got the best
Warwick, &c. &c. &c.


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