a scorching vertical sun, with none to succour him but the dark and untutored inhabitant of the desert. Then would he picture him stretched upon the cold heath, thinking over all the bitterness of death, his faithful dog watching by his side, while weary and exhausted nature sunk to everlasting repose,

Faithful creature! involantarily exclaimed Sir Frederic;-never, never, would thou leave nor forsake him; when neither the voice of friend or kinsman cheered, and the shades of death fell upon him, in the dreary wild thou watched over his dying agonies, and expired by his side.

Thus occupied in a train of reflection that engrossed his whole mind, and awakened its tenderest sympathies, Sir Frederic travelled on till the limpid stream of his swift gliding Coquet attracted his attention, and surrounded by hills on every side, the village church of Rothbury, that seemed sacred to peace, arose to his view.

Never was a spot better calculated for meditation than Rothbury church-yard. Every circumstance around leads the mind to thought, and soothes the bosom to tranquility. Here, while he felt the holy calm of silent solitude, our thoughtfull wanderer dropped a tear, in chastened sorrow, over the sad remains of the undaunted British Sailor.

Farewell! ill-fated tar! says he, and let a stranger here embalm thy memory. That Gracious Being, who has so often covered thy head in the day of battle, and preserved thee amid the dangers of the sea, and before whom even a sparrow doth not fall to the ground unnoticed, will not forget thee, the sheep of his pasture, the creature of his hand; but will call thee from thy narrow dwelling, to those kind skies and happy regions, which no tempest can obscure, from which pain and sorrow is banished, and where righteousness, peace, and truth meet together—“ And one unbounded spring encircles all."

So saying, with tearful eye, our traveller took his departure.

THE PILGRIMS AND THE PEAS.

A brace of sinners for no good,

Were order'd to the Virgin Mary's shrine Who at Loretto dwelt in wax, stone, wood, And, in a curl'd white wig, look'd wond'rous fine.

vel,

WHEN we look at a field of corn, we find that those stalks which raise their '. heads highest are the emptiest. The

same is the case with men; those who assume the greatest consequence, have generally the least share of judgment and ability.

There is no vice more insupportable and universally hated than pride; it is a kind of poison, which corrupts all the good qualities of man, and whatever merit he may otherwise possess, this single fault renders him odious and contemptible; so that by pleasing himself too much, he displeases every one else. Pride is the first vice which takes possession of the heart, because its source is self-love, and it is the last that remains, whatever efforts may be made to expel it.

There are two kinds of people whom it is not always politic to contradict; those who are far above us, and those who are far below us.

If we examine our own thoughts, we shall find that they are principally employed on the past or the future; we seldom think of the present, and when we do, it is only to lay plans for the future. Hence it is that we never live, but always hope to live, and are prepar ing ourselves for being happy; although it is certain that we never can be so, unless we fix our attention upon something solid and durable.

It is not abundance and riches that can render us happy, but the use we make of them. Horace, therefore, is not contented with wishing for wealth from the Gods, but he begs also, that they would teach him the art of enjoying it, opes artemque fruendi.

Tit Bits.

copied from a New Jersey Paper :“To be sold, on the 8th of July, 181 suits at law, the property of an eminent attorney, about to retire from business. Note the clients are rich and obstiDate."

In the shop window of a house in which a professor of music resides, there is a notification as follows:-" Ears bored here."

ECCENTRICITIES

OF CAPTAIN MONTAGUE, OF THE ROYAL NAVY.

A DUTCH Ship, of 400 tons, was lost in Portsmouth harbour: Captain in his barge, saw about a dozen of the Montague, coming on shore soon after dead Dutchmen lay on the beach; he immediately told his men to put all the Dutchmens' hands in their pockets. Going to the Parade Coffee-house, he fell in company with the Dutch Captain; every one there was condoling with him about his loss; Montague directly says, "D

them for a set of lubberly rascals, they would not pull their hands out of their pockets to save their lives: and he dare bet six dozen of wine, that if any of the crew were cast on shore, their hands would be found in their

pockets." The Dutch Captain, highly nettled, took the bet; the waiter was sent, and brought word, that there were twelve lying dead on the beach, with their hands in their pockets. "There," cries Montague, did I not tell you they were too lazy to save their lives." The Dutch Captain was ashamed to shew his face for several days, till Montague told him of the joke.

SINGULAR ROBBERY.-THE coins recently deposited by the hands of the Bishop of Chester, within the founda. tion stone of the new church at Ashtonunder-Lyne, were a few nights since

Cavity of the stone, and a scrap of paper, containing the following lines, was found in the place of them :

This stone the curious fear reveal'd, That various coins were here conceal'd And told the world in language fair, A Bishop's hand had plac'd them there! To make such information known, It must have been a clever stone; So clever that-that it perhaps can say, Who 'twas that stole the coins away."

RARE ARTICLES.-Balthazar Gratian advises travellers to seek for the following rarities, in every country they may visit: A great lord without debts; a prince who was never offended at bear. ing the truth; a poet who became rich by his muse; an humble Spaniard; a silent Frenchman; a learned man recompensed; a discontented mad man; or a true friend. He might have added an honest lawyer; which would, perhaps, be a greater rarity, than any of the foregoing.

Three methods of lessening the number of rats.

1. Introduce them at table as a delicacy. They would probably be savoury food; and if nature had not made them so, the cook may. Rat-pye would be as good as rook-pye; and four tails intertwisted, like the serpents of the Delphic tripod, and rising into a spiral obelisk, would crest the crust more fantastically than pigeon's feet. After a while, they might be declared game by the legisla ture, which would materially expedite their extirpation.

2. Make use of their fur. Rat-skin robes for the ladies, would be beautiful, warm, costly, and new. Fashion requires only the two last qualities; it is hoped the two former would not be objectionable. The importance of such, as a fashion, to our farmers, is obvious. When our nobles and gentlemen feed their own pigs, perform for a Spanish tup the office of Pandarus of Troy, and provide heifers of great elegance for bulis of acknowledged merit,-our ladies may, perhaps, be induced to receive an addition to their wardrobe, from the hands of the ratcatcher, for a purpose of less equivocal utility.

3. Inoculate some subjects with the smallpox, or any other infectious dis

case, and turn them loose. Experiments should first be made, lest the disease should assume in them so new a form, as to be capable of being returned to us with interest. If it succeed, man has means in his hand, which would thin the hyenas, wolves, jackalls, and all grega. rious beasts of prey.

N. B. If any of our patriotic societies should think proper to award a gold medal, silver cup, or other remuneration for either of these methods, the projector has left his address with the editor.

THE DISPUTANTS.-A Grecian and a Venetian had a dispute, concerning the different learned men their respective country could boast of. The Grecian, to prove at once that his country had the pre-eminence, said, "All, or most, of the wise men had come out of Greece." -"True," said the Venetian, "for we do not find any left."

THE SEA OFFICER.-A Sea Officer was prevailed on, for once, to accompany a friend to a certain assembly of modern fanatics. When he arrived, the first thing which struck the son of Neptune, was the prayer, in which the noisy orator, with foaming vociferation, and the countenance of a fury, set forth himself and congregation as the vilest of sinners; and that in such opprobrious terms, as induced the honest tar (convinced by the earnest manner of the preacher, that all he said was literally true) to whisper to his companion,—

Translations:

TRANSLATION OF SOME FRENCH LINES ON FREEDOM.

Rise! From these heights thine eye rcposes on,

View'st thou these wave that chafe the angry sea?

'Tis Salamis! Those fields are Marathon! Those mountains are the fan'd ThermoDyla!

What fruitful mem'ries do these plains inspire!

These rocks have glory, and these waves a name;

And e'en the very air we here respire

Is rife with immortality and fame. In each hoarse billow, which upon the shore Exhausts its fury, in the water's roar,

A God inspiring breathes a solemn sound, And bids these sacred echoes wake around, For injured Greece, the animating cry, Forward to Glory, Vengeance, Liberty!

Trifles.

TO MRS. THRALE,
On her completing her thirty-fifth year.
Oft in danger yet alive,

We are come to thirty-five:
Long may better years revive,
Better years than thirty-five
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive,
O'er the bounds of thirty-five.
High to soar, and deep to drive
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stock and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;
For howe'er we boast or strive,
Life declines from thirty-five.
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five;
And all who wisely wish to wive
Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.

THE FLOWERS.
From the French.

With each expanding flower we find
Some pleasing sentiment combin'd;
Love in the myrtle bloom is seen,

Remembrance to the violet clings,
Peace brightens in the olive's green,
Hope from the half-closed iris springs;
And Victory on the laurel glows,
And Woman blushes in the rose!

FROM THE IRISH.
By Edmund Ryan.

As the sweet blackberry's modest bloom
Fair-flowering greets the sight;
As strawberries, in their sweet perfume,
Fragrance and bloom unite.

So thou fair plant of tender youth,

With loveliest forms might'st vie, While, from within, the soul of truth

Soft beaming fills thine eye.

Pulse of my heart! dear source of care, Stolen sighs, and love-breath'd vows; Sweeter than when through scented air Gay bloom the apple-boughs;

With thee no days can winter seem,
Nor frost nor blast can chill
;
Thou the soft breeze, the cheering beam
That keeps its summer still.

LAUGHTER.

A laugh makes funny wrinkles rise,
And squeezes tears from merry eyes;
It gathers up our cheeks in reefs,
And plaits our noses like their sleeves;
Out runs the month in gamesome mood,
Across the Jovial neighbourhood;
Forth bursts a loud and hearty roar,
The teeth stand grinning at the door;
The sides and bony shoulders shake
The chin wags till the hinges ach2.
Mirth, that makes a mock at crying,
Drowns itself in tears and sighing.

At a venerable mansion, within three miles of Taunton, underneath an ancient painting, representing a family group, is the following curious enigma :— "MADAM,-I pray this one thing me shew,

What you three be, if you them know,
Coming from the castle in such degree,
What's their descent and nativitie?"
"SIR,--The one by my father's side, is my
brother,

And so is the next, on right of my mother;
Third is my own Son, lawfully begat,
And all sons to my husband in my lap.
Without hurt of lyneage in any degree,
Show me in reason how this may be."

ACROSTIC AND ALLITERATION, ON HEARING MISS STEPHENS SING. She sings so soft, so sweet, so soothing still,

That to the tone ten thousand thoughts there thrill,

Elysian extacies enchant each ear; Pleasures pure pinions, poise prince, peasant, peer;

Hashing high hymns, heaven hears her harmony,

Earth's envy ends, enthrall'd each ear, each eye,

Numbers need ninefold nerve, nor nearly name,

Soul stirring Stephens' stile! sure Seraphs sing the same.

On reading a just tribute to Mr. Young, upon his re-appearance at Covent Garden. And let me welcome "DRURY's" Tragic Son!

For KEAN is KEAN! as YOUNG must e'er be YOUNG!

Welcome, "Othello!" from the Atlantic main,

Rejoiced I see" Richard's himself again!"

INCOGNITA.

Reply to Incognita. When wit and beauty blend to shine, In dazzling rays at genius shrine, When lovely women deigns to praise, Fame's aspirant in graceful lays, "Tis not the Critic's task to lend, His voice against the actor's friend; But vet there is this difference seen, That KEAN'S but Young,but YOUNG is Keen.

This epithet alludes to the lower part of the tail only :-the higher part ought to be broad, according to the former description.