66 66 87 to the bottom. It was observed that street with his tray, chanced to run the first seemed dead drunk. Yes," against a lady, who pettishly exclaim No," "Duce take the tray!" said a wag, “but he's not so FAR- ed, replied the boy, "the tray will take CONE as the gentleman below." the duce!" vamp, A nobleman of Gascony (for all Gascons are noblemen,) complaining that his pumps did last long enough, the humble shoemaker asked him of what stuff his lordship should like to have them made. "Make the said he, "of the throat of a choriscerthe quarter, of the skin of a wolf's neck and the sole, of a woman's tongue." The astonished Crispin made bold with a second question, in the shape of a timid and hesitating Pourquvi ?" "Why, you blockhead!" replied the wag, "because the first never admits water-the second, because it never bends on either side-and the last because, though always in motion, it never wears out." A fellow, who loved laughing better than his meat, put a number of rams' horns in a basket, and went up and down the streets at the west end of the town, crying "new fruit, new fruit, ho!" Lord Jersey, hearing the noise, put his head out of his drawing-room window, and asked the fellow to show him his fruit, which having looked at, he asked him if he was not ashamed thus to disturb a quiet neighbourhood; for, "who the devil,' says the peer, "do you think will buy horns?" "Well, master,” replied the fellow, "do not put yourself in a passion; though You are provided, I may meet with OTHER men that are not " A young student, shewing the Museum in Oxford to a set of gentlemen and ladies, among other things pro.duced a rusty sword; "This," said he, "gentlemen, is the sword with which Balaam was going to kill his ass," upon which one of the company replied, that he thought Balaam had no sword, but only wished for one.-You are right," said the student; "and this is the very sword he wish A clergyman giving for his text the following words: 'In my father's house are many mansions,' which he many times repeated, an old man belonging to his congregation stood up and replied, Many mansions in fayour ther's house! I knew your father's house before you was born, and it consisted just of a kitchen and a bedroom.' DRAMATIC EFFECT.-It is related in the annals of the stage, as a remarkable instance of the force of imagination, that when Bank's play of the Earl of Essex was last performed, a soldier, who stood sentinel on the stage, entered so deeply into the distress of the scene, that, in the delusion of his imagination, upon the Countess of Nottingham's denying the receipt of the ring which Essex had sent by her to the queen, to claim a promise of favor, he exclaimed, ""Tis false! she has it in her bosom;" and immediately seized the mock countess to make her deliver it up. You WILKES's dislike of the Scotch was notorious; and though he was very fond of Boswell, he never concealed this prejudice before him; but seemed to seize, with peculiar avidity, every opportunity to play upon Bozzy, at country. the expence of his must acknowledge, my friend Wilkes," said Boswell one day, that the approach to Edinburgh from the London road presents a very picturesque and interesting view."" Why so it perhaps may," returned Wilkes; "but A batcher's boy walking along the when I was there, the wind was in my ed for." face, and it brought with it such a coufounded stink, that I was obliged to keep my handkerchief to my nose, the whole of the way, and could see nothing of the prospect." There was a heavy Lord Mayor in Wilkes's time, named Burnell, who, by persevering steadily in the pursuit of one object accumulated a splendid fortune, and rose progressively from the dignity of common-councilman, to the state coach, and the mansion house; though his first appearance in life was as a common bricklayer. At one of Old Bailey dinners, his lordship, after a most sumptuous repast on turbot and venison, was eating an immense quantity of butter with his cheese. " Why, brother," said Wilkes, 'you lay it on with a trowel." FRIENDSHIP-Real friends are like ghosts and apparitions, what many people talk of, but few ever saw. LOGIC has been compared to a spider's web, which exhibits more art than solidity; to a lobster, in which there is more picking than eating; a faggot of thorns, which prick on all sides; and to a fish full of bones. to An old man marrying may be compared to a newly-born kid, which either dies or bears horns in the course of a year. A gentleman, once entering a room where there were several females, began to descant very loudly upon the persons of two ladies he had just quitted. He remarked that one was the loveliest creature he had ever met with in the whole course of his life; but was immediately interrupted by that he should always except the preone of the ladies present, telling him sent company. "O certainly, ma'am, replied the gentleman, and instantly remarked that the other was the ugliest THE POETICAL LANDLORD.-A gentleman coming to town from Seven Oaks, in Kent, observed on a sign in the road, the following lines, which, on enquiry, he found to be the off-old woman he had ever seen, except spring of the landlord's brain :— the present company. I John Stubbs livith here, Dean Swift made himself. many speak so loud that all the town may hear her. A COMPARISON It is with narrow-souled people, as with narrownecked bottles, the less they have in them the more noise they make in pouring it out. ceived much interesting matter from various Correspondents, too numerous to particularize; but as it is solely owing to want of room that none at present is inserted, we request they will not feel them. elves neglected. T Printed and Published by 1. WALLIS, Camden own; and Sold by all Booksellers and Newsmen, ist own and Country.---I'riee One Penny. LADY Peveril gazed on her unexpected guest, as if dubious whether she did or did not recognize, in her still beautiful though wasted and emaciated features, a countenance which she had known well under far different circumstances. The stranger seemed to understand her cause of hesitation, for she said in that heart-thrilling voice which was peculiarly her own, "Time and misfortune have changed me much, Margaret-that every mirror tells me vet, methinks Margaret Stanley might still have known Charlotte de la Tremouille." The Lady Peveril was little in the custom of giving way to sudden emotion, but in the present case she threw herself on her knees in a rapture of mingled joy and grief, and half embracing those of the stranger, exclaimed, in broken language, "My kind, my noble benefactress-the princely Countess of Derby-the royal Queen in Man could I doubt your voice, your features for a moment-0, forgive, forgive me!" The Countess raised the suppliant kinswoman of her husband's house, with all the grace of one accustomed from early birth to receive homage and to grant protection. She kissed the Lady Peveril's forehead, and passed her hand in a careless manner over her face as she said, "You too are changed, my fair cousin, but it is a change becomes you, from a pretty timid maiden to a sage and comely matron. But my own memory, which I once held a good one, has failed me strangely, if this gentleman be. Sir Geoffrey Peveril." "A kind and good neighbour only, N Sir Countess said, "You remember you must have heard, for I think Margaret Stanley would not be indifferent to my fate-that after my husband's murther at Bolton, I took up the standard which he never dropped until his death, and displayed it with my own hand in our Sovereignty of Man." "How, madam!" said Lady Peveril—“ Did you arrive at Martindale Castle at the house of Margaret Stanley, where you have such right to command, and did not announce your presence to her?" "My lodging was well cared for by Ellesmere your Ellesmere now, as she was formerly mine-she has acted as quarter-master ere now you know, and on a broader scale; you must excuse her she had my positive order to lodge me in the most secret part of your castle-she obeyed orders in that, and I suppose also in sending you now hither." 66 Indeed I have not seen her," said the lady, and therefore was totally ignorant of a visit so joyful, so surprising." was And I," said the Countess, equally surprised to find none but these beautiful children in the apart ment where I thought I heard you moving. Your own darlings, I doubt not," continued she, looking at the children." Margaret, Providence has blessed you." "That is my son," said Lady Peveril, pointing to Julian, who stood devouring their discourse with greedy ear: "the little girl-I may call mine too." Major Bridgenorth, who had in the mean time again taken up his infant, and was engaged in caressing it, set it down as the Countess of Derby spoke, sighed deeply, and walked towards the oriel window. He was well aware that the ordinary rules of courtesy would have rendered it proper that he should withdraw entirely, or at least offer to do so; but he was not a man of ceremonious politeness, and he had a particular interest in the subjects on which the Countess's discourse was likely to turn, which induced him to dispense with ceremony. The ladies seemed indeed scarce to notice his presence. After some conversation respecting her coming to Martindale Castle, a fugitive, and in concealment, the I did indeed hear so, madam," said the Lady Peveril; "and that you had bidden a bold defiance to the rebel government, even after all other parts of Britain had submitted to them. My husband, Sir Geoffrey, designed at one time to have gone to your assistance with some few fol lowers; but we learned that the is land had been surrendered to the Parliament party, and that you, dearest lady, were thrown into prison.” 66 But you heard not," said the Countess, "how that disaster befel me.-Margaret, I would have held out that island against the knaves as long as the sea continued to flow around it. Till the shoals which surround it had become safe anchorage-till its precipices had melted with the sunshinetill of all its strong abodes and castles not one stone remained upon another, would I have defended against these villainous hypocritical rebels, my dear husband's hereditary dominion. The little kingdom of Man should have been yielded only when not an arm was left to wield a sword, not a finger to draw a trigger in its defence. But treachery did what force could never have done. When we had foiled various attempts upon the island by open force-treason accomplished what Blake and Lawson, with their floating castles, had found an enterprize too hazardous-a base rebel, whom we had nursed in our own bosoms, betrayed us to the enemy. This wretch was named Christian-" and therefore the more surprised at his testifying such sudden symptoms of interest. 68 un That," continued the Countess, "he should have headed the ruffians who broke suddenly into my apartment-immured me with my infants in one of my own castles, and assumed or usurped the tyranny of the is land that this should have been done by William Christian, my vassal, my servant, my friend, was a deed of grateful treachery, which even this age of treason will scarcely parallel!" The Countess gave Lady Peveril the whole particulars of William Christian, the brother-in-law of Bridgenorth, having given Fairfax possession of the Isle of Man; and when Bridgenorth learned from the Countess her having ordered his execution, he became so enraged that he ordered her under arrest. "I shall not obey your arrest," said the Countess, composedly: "I was born to give, but not receive such orders." The Countess and Lady Peveril were about to leave the apartment, when the Major placed himself betwixt them and the door, in a manner which shewed him determined to interrupt their passage; when the Lady Peveril, who thought she had already shewed more deference to him in this matter than her husband was likely to approve of, raised her voice, and called loudly on her steward, Whitaker "Let three of the men instantly take arms," said his lady; "bring them into the anti-room, and wait my farther orders.". The astonished Bridgenorth accordingly became a prisoner in the gilded chamber -In the mean time Sir Geoffrey Peveril arrived, and hearing what had passed, he exclaint ed, "Threaten! threaten the Countess of Derby and Man in my house! By heaven the prick-eared slave shall answer it. Where is he?" and when informed he quickly entered the chamber in which he expected to find his captive. But Bridgenorth had escaped through the sliding pannel, which, in the hurry of the moment, had escaped the memory of Lady Peveril. When Sir Geoffrey returned to the ladies, he informed them that there was a warrant from the council to arrest the Countess who he was determined to conduct to a place of safety. The followers of Peveril were so well accustomed to the sound of "Boot and Saddle," that they were soon mounted and in order; and in all the form, and with some of the dignity of danger, proceeded to escort the Countess of Derby through the hilly and desert track of country which connects the frontier of the shire with the neighbouring county of Cheshire. The cavalcade moved with considerable precaution, which they had been taught by the discipline of the Civil Wars. They rode, as the Spanish proverb expresses it, with the beard on the shoulder," looking around, that is, from time to time, and using every precaution to have. the speediest knowledge of any pursuit which might take place. When they had got some way on the road, Whitaker, who remained some distance in the rear, gallopped to the main body with the unpleasing tidings that they were pursued by half a score of horsemen, and better. "Ride on briskly to Hartly-nick," said the Knight, "and there, with God's help, we will bide the knaves, Countess of Derby-one word and a short one-Farewell!-you must ride forward with Whitaker and another careful fellow, and let me alone to see that no one treads on your skirts." As the pursuers rode briskly up, Sir Geoffrey called to them to halt, 66 Why how now, neighbour," said he, as if he had at that moment recognized Bridgenorth for the first time," what makes you ride so sharp this morning? Are you not afraid to harm your horse, or spoil your spurs?" "Sir Geoffrey," said the Major, "I have no time for jesting-I am on the king's affairs. To this at least you will pay regard," continued he, ordering his pursuivant to shew him the warrant. "The same regard which you |