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blind,

Lines sent to a descendant of the mar-
Or through allegiance and fast fealty,
Which I do owe unto all womankind, tyred Bishop Hooper, with a seal, upon
Feel my heart pierc'd with so great agony, which was engraven the Bishop's crest

, When such I see, that all for pity I could a Lamb in a burning thicket, and the die.

motto, Per ignes ad Cælum “ Through Eftsoons there stepped forth

the flames to Heaven." A goodly lady, clad in hunter's weed,

By J. EDMestoy.
That seem'd to be a woman of great worth,
And by her stately portance borne of hea "Tis a lovelier crest than the blood-stain'd

venly birth
Her face so fair, as flesh it seemed not, Or the band stretch'd out to slay;
But heavenly portraict of bright angels hiew, Than the oak-twined wreath, or the laurel
Clear as the sky withouten blame or blot,

braid,
Through goodly mixture of complexions Or the bird or beast of prey:
dew,

It was pror'd by deeds more lofty far, And in her checks the vermill’red did shew, Than the shields of war and victory are ! Like roses in a bed of lilies shed,

'Twas nobly done-to fear not kings, The which ambrosial odours from them To dare iheir feeble ire; threw,

To smile at all terrestrial stings,
And gazers' sense with double pleasure fed, The rack, the scourge', the fire;
Able to heal the sick, and to revive the dead. Now to a cold damp dungeon driven,

Then, rapt in thought on things above,
In her fair eyes two living lamps did flame,
Kindled above, at th'heav'nly Maker's light, Pass through the fames to licaven!

Gazing upon a Saviour's love,
And darted fiery beams out of the same,
So passing pearceant, and so wondrous Say, Aged Warrior, when ihy breato
bright,

Was struggling with the grasp of deathi

, That quite bereard the rash beholders of

When every tortured nerve was rending, their sight:

And death with life, In them the blinded god his lustful fire

In bitter strife
To kindle oft assay'd, but had no might;

And agony, contending,
For, with dread majesty, and awful ire,
She broke his wanton darts, and quenched Far from the weak consuming clay?

Wert thou not borne in soul away,
base desire.

And o'er thy calm unrufled soul Nought under Heaven so strongly doth

Did not celestial visions roll? allure

The Martyr's stake is strewn with flowers,
The sense of man, and all his mind possess, May try their little force in vain,

And earthly and infernal powers
As Beauty's love-bait, that doth procure
Great warriors of their rigour to repress,

To plant a thorn, or cause a pain!
And mighty hands forget their manliness,
Drawn with the pow'r of an heart-robbing To dungeon cells and martyry;

"Tis true we are not callid, like thee, And wrapt in fetters of a golden tress,

But yet the Spirit is not dead, That can with melting pleasance mollify

Through whom the saints of Jesus bled; Their harden'd hearts, enur’d to blood and

For though 'tis bound with many a chaia,

It would resist to blood again. cruelty. So whilome learn'd that mighty Jewish And now perhaps a surer snare

swain, Each of whose locks did match a man of The stake, and all the terrors there ;

For spirits, that might even dare might, To lay his spoils before his leman's train :

The deep laid sophism of the school,

The curling lip of ridicule,
So also did the great Cetean knight,
For his love's sake, his lion's skin undight:

And taunt of

sceptics bear :And so did warlike Antony neglect The world's whole rule, for Cleopatra's sight. Gazing upon a Saviour's love,

Yet, rapt in thought on things abore, Such wond'rous power has women's fair We still may firm endure;

aspect, To captive men, and make them all the Despise-defy them all and say,,

Though smiles or frowns contend the way, world reject.

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Smerdotes.

struck the gentleman, who, desisting, exclaimed, “Who can you be? You are either Goffe, Whalley, or the Devil, for

there was no other man in England that DEXTEROUS FENCING.--"To show could beat me.' And so the disguised the dexterity of the regicides at fencing, regicide retired into obscurity, leaving it is related, that while at Boston, a the spectators to enjoy the diversion of fencing-master had a stage erected, on the scene, and the vanquishment of the which he walked for several days, chal- boasting champion. Hence it is proverlenging and defying any one to play with bial in some parts of New England, in speahim at swords. At length, one of the king of a champion at athletic and other regicides made his appearance, disguised exercises, to say, that “ none can beat in a rustic dress, holding in one hand a bim but Goffe, Whalley, or the Devil.” cheese wrapped in a napkin for a shield, with a broom-stick, whose mop he had besmeared with dirty puddle water as he FOOTE'S MISTAKE.---Foote being at passed along; thus equipped, he moun

table, next to a gentleman who had helted the stage; the fencing-master railed ped himself to a very large piece of at him for his impudence, asked what bread; he took it up, and cut a piece off; business he had there, and bade him be

“ Sir," said the gentleman, “ that is my gone. The regicide took his ground, bread;" “ I beg a thousand pardons upon

which the gladiator made a pass at. Sir," said Foote, “I protest I took it him with his sword, to drive him off; a for the loaf." recounter ensued: the regicide received the sword into the cheese, and held it till he drew the mop of the broom over POPE.---Pope, who, whatever his other his mouth, and gave the gentleman a good qualities might be, certainly was pair of whiskers. The gentleman made not much troubled with good nature, another pass, and plunging his sword a

was one evening at Burton's Coffee second time, it was caught and held in House, when he, and a set of Literati, the cheese, till the broom was drawn were poring over a Manuscript of the over his eyes. At a third plunge, the Greek Comic Poet, Aristophanes, in sword was caught again, till the mop of which they found a passage they could the broom was rubbed gently all over his not comprehend. As they talked pretty face; upon this, the gentleman let fall, loudly, a young man who stood by the or laid aside, his small sword, and took fire heard their conference, and begged up the broad sword, and came at him that he might be permitted to look at with that: upon which the regicide said, the passage. “O!” said Pope, sarcasa “ Stop, sir; hitherto, you see, I have tically, “by all means, pray let the young only played with you, and not attempted gentleman look at it;" on which he took to hurt you; but if you come at me now up the book, and, considering awhile, with the broad sword, know that I will said, that there only wanted a note of certainly take your life.” The firmness interrogation, to render the whole inand determination with which he spake, telligible, which was really the case :

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“ And pray, master," said Pope, piqued was Pour Prendre Conge. A plain Enperhaps at being out-done, “what is a glishman, to ridicule this affectation, left note of interrogation !" “ A note of in a card at every house where he had visi. terrogation," replied the youth, with a ted, with the letters D.I. 0.; which look of the utmost contempt,

engaged the curiosity and exercised the little crooked thing, that asks questions!” penetration of the tabbies of the tea It is said, however, that Pope was so table for a week, when the gentleman, delighted with this witticism, that he for in a letter to a friend, condescended to gave the sarcasm on his person.

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THE INSANE ORGANIST.--At Worcester there was an ideot, who was em

Biography ployed at the Cathedral there, in blowing the Organ. A remarkably fine anthem being performed one day, the Organ- THE STAGE-ROSCIUS. --- David blower, when all was over, said, “I Garrick (called the English Roscius

) think we have performed mighty well to day.” “ We performed!" answered the mother's maiden name was Arabella

was son of Captain Peter Garrick. His Organist; “ I think 'twas I performed, Clough. She was the daughter of one or I am much mistaken.” Shortly after,

of the Vicars of Litchfield Cathedral. another celebrated piece of music was to

His father was a Military Captain, and be played; in the middle of the anthem, the Organ stopped all at once. The Or- in February, 1716, (he was accompanied

being on a recruiting party at Hereford

, ganist cries out in a passion, don't you blow?". The fellow then pop- they stopped at an inn in that city, and

by his wife, who was big with child), ped out his head from behind the Organ, here our immortal actor first drew the and said, “ shall it be we then."

vital air. He was baptized on the 20th
of February, at the Church of All Saints,

at Hereford. Dr. Johnson, in his youth, DEAN SWIFT''s HERRING DINNER. kept a school, and had but few pupils

, ---A lady invited Dean Swift to dinner, one was Garrick; he was intended for and as she had heard he was not easily the law, and studied for some time in pleased, she had taken care to provide Lincoln's Inn. He first appeared as an in profusion every delicacy which could actor at Ipswich, under the name of be procured. The Dean was scarcely Lyddel, and in London at Gifford's seated, before the lady began a ceremo Theatre, in Gratain-street, Goodman'snious harangue, expressing much grief fields, October 19, 1741, as Richard the that she had not a more tolerable dinner, Third.--- (This Theatre was burnt dowa fearing exceedingly there was not any in 1802.) – In 1749 he married Mademoithing fit for him to eat; “ Hang you, selle Evé Maria Violetti, an Italian Stage said the Dean, “ why did you not pro Dancer; this lady, I believe,

still vide a better? certainly you have had living, aged about 100. He retired from time enough; but since you say it is so the Stage, June 10, 1776, at Drurg-lane

, bad, I'll e'en go home and eat a herring;" after having performed 'Don Felis, in and he accordingly departed, in violent Mr. Cawthorn's “Wonder; a Woman haste.

keeps a Secret." He died of a palsy in
his kidnies, at his house, No. 5, Adelphi

Terrace, January 20, 1779, and was LADY WALLACE'S D. I. 0.--- The buried at Westminster-abbey, where he D. I. O. of Lady Wallace was a joke in has an elegant monument. circulation some time ago at Bath. A HIS FAREWELL. --- On the evening silly custom took place among the affec of June 10, 1776, the Play being ended, ted people of fashion, who frequented the awful crisis approached, when the that place, of using initials in their cards, town was to see their favourite Roscius instead of intelligible words. The card no more. The scene of his taking leave left on taking leave of the place was was beyond description distressing. Let P. P. C., which turned into language, the reader conceive this universal favorite,

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impressed with all those feelings' his pe

Blunders.
culiar situation must call forth, advancing
forwards to bid farewell to that Public
to whom he owed so many obligations ;
after a short pause, which was necessary A GENUINE IRISH BULL. - The
to enable him to recollect himself under porter of a Dublin grocer was brought
his visible agitation of spirits, he addres- up by his master on a charge of stealing
sed the audience thus: - " Ladies and chocolate, which he could not deny.
Gentlemen, it has been customary with Upon being asked to whom he sold it,
persons under my circumstances to ad- the pride of Patrick was greatly woun-
dress you in a Farewell Epilogue. I had ded. “To whom did I sell it,” says Pat,
the same intention, and turned my “ why does he think I took it to sell?”
thoughts that way, but found myself then “Then, Sir," said the Magistrate, "what
as incapable of writing such an Epilogue did you do with it?” “ Do with it! re-
as I should be now of speaking it. This joined the culprit, extremely offended
is to me a very awful moment--it is no with his Worship for persisting in his
less than parting for ever with those from insulting suspicions ; " since you must
whom I have received the greatest kind- know,” said he, “ we made tea of it!"
ness and favours, and upon that spot
where that kindness and those favours
were enjoyed.---(Here for a moment he

UNDER the head of the Police Report
was unable to proceed, until relieved by of a daily Journal in 1794, was contai-
a flood of tears.) --- Whatever may be the
changes of my future life, the deep im-

ned the following blunder :---- On the
pression I have of your kindness will swearing he would not be taken, the

prisoner becoming very refractory, and always remain here--(putting his hand

officers were obliged, for their own per-
to his breast) fixed and unalterable. I

sonal safety, to handcuff his legs.”
will very readily agree to my successors
having more skill and ability for their
station than I have, but I defy them all
to take more sincere and uninterrupted A CERTAIN gentleman, who had been
pains for your favour, or to be more most highly commending in company
truly sensible of it, than is your most the prudent measures his Majesty's mi-
obedient and grateful humble servant."-- nisters had at all times adopted, was
Here he retired amidst the blended tears observed to be as silent, as he was be-
and acclamations of the most brilliant fore vehement, when the subject of the
audience that ever was assembled.” “ Queen's Persecutions" was introduced

into conversation. Upon which, another
HISEPITAPH at WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

gentleman rose up and exclaimed, "hear
To the Memory of David Garrick, who died him, hear him, how silent he is now."

in the Year 1779, at the age of 69.
To paint fair Nature by divine command,
Her magic pencil in his glowing hand,

AN Irish labourer, whilst erecting a
A Shakspeare rose, and then, t expand his ladder, had the misfortune to break a
fame

very valuable window of stained glass, Wide o'er this breathing world, a Garrick The master of the house came out in a

great rage, and threatened to charge his

employer with the expence. “ Indeed,
Though sunk in death, the forms the Poet Sir," said the Irishman, you must con-

drew,
The Actor's genius bids them breathe anews

fess I have done you a deal of good
Though like the Bard himself in night they this quarter, thank the blessed Virgin

Mary, you will not have to pay for so
Immortal Garrick calls them back to day.

many window lights !"
And till Eternity, with power sublime,
Shall mark the mortal hours of hoary time,
Shakspeare and Garrick, like Twin Stars THE following Notice was lately given

'shall shine,
And each irradiate with a beam diviné.

out by the Clerk of a Country Parish
Church :-" This is to give notice, that

came.

Tay,

sum

if those persons, who have not yet paid THE keeper of a billiard table at C-m,
Their tythes, do not discharge them be had the good fortune to win so large a
fore Tuesday next, they will be erecuted!" on one occasion, that it enabled
On an enquiry being made into this so bim to build a pretty house with a neat
singular a mistake, it was astertained, lawn; a wag has christened his residence
that the Clerk, unable to pronounce Cue Green!
" exchequered," had used the word

executed," which he imagined was a synonymous term to exchequer.

AS the Abbé Nollet was one day reading
in the French Academy a tedious sort
of tariff

of the prices of various commo

dities, Fontaine, wearied to death with A FARRIER in the country lately made

the length to which it was spun out, out a bill to a Farmer who had employed said, “This man knows the value of every him, and whose Christian name was Jacob. It would puzzle some people,

thing except time.” perhaps, more learned than the farrier, to endeavour to put five letters together, FOOTE, being upon a visit at Lord none of which are in the word Jacob, Townshend's, at Raynham, happened and make it sound so well as Gekup,

one morning to look into the pig-stve, which was the way the doctor (as such

and saw a silver spoon among their vicpersons are called sometimes in the

tuals; one of the housemaids coming by country) spelt it.

and perceiving Mr. Foote, cried out,
“ Plague on the pigs, what a noise they
make." “Well they may,” said Foote,

“ for they have but one silver spoon
Bon Mots.

among them."

A GENTLEMAN of very fickle dispoWHEN Voltaire's tragedy of Herod and

sition made so many changes in a manMariamne was brought out, the character of Varus was acted by a very ugly

sion which he was erecting, and asked

the advice of his friends so frequently performer. His Confident says to him, " You are troubled, Sir; you change

about the arrangements, that it seemed

a miracle that it was ever finished at all. countenance?"---For God's sake, let him

At length, however, it was completed, change it!” cried a wag from the pit.

and nothing but the giving it a name re-
mained to be done: this was a sore

puzzle, till a witty counsellor told him
THE French Poet Roy, dying a good if he wanted an appropriute appellation
Catholic, on his death-bed accused him he would give it him. What is it? The
self bitterly of having written some loose House of Correction.
operas; but never once seemed to regret
his many base and malignant actions.
His Confessor, wishing to tranquilize

A COUNTRY Carpenter in his wisdom, his mind on the subject of his writings, nailing up a board to forbid vagrants assured him that all was forgotten. The inscription upside down : beggers are

from tresspassing, fastened it with the penitent exclaimed, with great compunction, “ Oh no! They are too fine

accumstomed to reverses," said a gentleman ever to be forgotten."

when he saw it.

A SHOP-KEEPER at Doncaster, had LORD DENBIGH, on his approaching for his virtues obtained the name of the marriage with a fortune, was asked by “ little rascal." A stranger asked why Lord Gower how long the honey-moon this appellation had been given him? would last?“ Don't tell me of the honey “ To distinguish me from the rest of my moon," he answered: “it is harvest- trade," quoth he, “ who are all great moon with me!"

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