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Within this last fortnight, Sheridan Knowles tells me the circulation of The Day has risen 300. That's for you, my boy. If Paddy Weekes be still in the City of cold punch, remember me to his worshipful rotundity. Please pay your postages, else your letters had better be sent to the Dead Letter Office at once.

P.S.- Tell Tom Atkinson to bestir himself in obtaining subscribers for poor Leigh Hunt's volume. If be don't send us up a round dozen of your Roscoes and and Ricardoes of Glasgow, say from me, that he richly merits to be barbecued.

I open my letter again to inform you, that Hogg has just left me, and leaves London to-morrow, in consequence of the indisposition of one of his sons. His kists, however, are still in Murray's, and I have hopes, that we shall see him again ere long.

THE ETTIN LANG O'SILLARWOOD. “ 0, SillaRWOOD! sweet Sillarwood,

Gin Sillarwood were mine, I'd big å bouir in Sillarwood

And theik it ower wi' thyme ; At ilka door, and ilka bore,

The red, red rose, wud shine." It's up and sang, the bonnic bird,

Upon her milk-white hand, I wudoa lig in Sillarwood,

For all a gude Earl's land;
I wudna sing, in Sillarwood,

Tho' gowden glist ilk wand.
The wild boar rakes in Sillarwood,

The buck drives thro' the sbaw, And simmer woos the southern wind

Thro' Sillarwoud, to blaw.

Thro' Sillarwood, sweet Sillarwood,

The deer hounds run so free ; But the hunter stark of Sillarwood

An Ettin lang is be.
0, Sillarwood ! sweet Sillarwood,

Fair Marjorie did sing,
On the tallest tree in Sillarwood,

That Ettin lang will hing.
The southern wind, it blasts fu' saft,

And Sillarwood is near ;
Fair Marjorie's sang, in Sillarwood,

The stark bunter did hear,
He band his deer hounds in their leash,

Set his bow 'gainst a tree, And three blasts on his horn has brocht

The wood elf till bis knee.

« Weell met, weell met," the Ettin said,

“ For ae kiss o' that hand,
I weel could gie a kist o' gold,

Or forty ploughs o' land.
“ Weell met, weell met,” the Ettin said,

“ For ae kiss o' that cheek,
I'll big a bower with precious stanes,

And red gold sall it theik.
“ Weel met, weel met," the Ettin said,

“ For ae kiss o' that chin,
I'll pairt wi' bonny Sillarwood,

And a' that grows therein."
“ If ye can gie me Sillarwood,

And a' that grows therein,
Ye weel may kiss my cheek,” she said,

“ And weel may kiss my chin ;
For the knicht that hechts me Silverwood,

My maiden heart sall win.
I've laid my luve on Sillarwood-

That forest, fair and free,
And gin ye hecht me Sillarwood, s

I'll ride alang wi’ thee.”.
Then she put on her green mantle,

Weel furred wi' minivere,
And she put on her velvet shoon,

Wi' silver shining clear.
She mounted was upon the brown,

And he rode on the gray,
A comelier couple never took

To Sillarwood, their way.
It's up and sang the bonnie bird,

On Marjorie's wbite band“I wudoa ride to Sillarwood,

For a' a gude Earl's land I wu'dna lig in Sillarwood,

Tho' gowden glist ilk wand.
The Ettin hunts, in Sillarwood,

The wild buck and the rae;
Nae maiden yet, socht Sillarwood,

That maiden got away.”
The Ettin leuch, the Ettin sang,

He whistled merrily ;
“ If sic a fause fause bird were mine,

I'd bang it on a tree.
If I were lady Marjorie,

Instead of bird sae free,
I'd turn my horse's head about,

Nor ride nae mair with thee."
It's they rade on, and better rade

They shimmered in the sun,
And weary grew maid Marjorie,

Till their lang ride was done.
And they rade on, until they reached

The stately cross o'stane,
And when that Knight's steed passed it by,

It shook in every baue.
And they rade on, and better rade,

And aye it grew mair mirk';
But loud loud nichered that wild steed,

As it passed Mary's kirk.
" I'm wearie o' this eerie road” -

Maid Marjorie did say “ 0, we will ne'er see Sillerwood,

Before the fall o' day.” “ It's no the sun, fast sinking down,

That darkens sae the ground, It's but the gloom o' Sillarwood,

Tbat's shadowed far around." “I thought that bonnie Sillarwood,

A sunny place would be,
Wi' nuts on ilka hazel bush,

And birds on ilka tree.
The dimness o' this dowie wood,

Grows terrible to me."
“ Ye see the trees are wondrous tall,

The leaves are wondrous braid ;
Nae wonder than though mirk should be,

The path that we maun tread,
The trees grow thick on every band,

The leaves hung thick around," And deeper did the Ettin's voice,

In that sad dimness sound. " I think,” said Maiden Marjorie,

“I bear baith horn and hound."

“ Gar bring to me a shapely weed,

Of silver and of gold,
Gar bring to me, as stark a steed,

As ever stepped on mold ;
For I maun ride frae Sillarwood

This fair maid to behold.”

The wood elf twisted sun-beams red

Into a shapely weed,
And the tallest birk in Sillarwood

He bewed into a steed;
And shod it wi' the burning gold

To glance like ony glede.
The Ettin shook his bridle reins

And merrily they rung,
For four and twenty sillar bells

On ilka side were hung.

The Ettin rade, and better rade,

He rade some lang miles three, A bugle born hung at his breast,

A lang sword at his knee ; “I would I met," said the Ettin lang, “ The maiden Marjorie.” The Ettin rade, and better rade,

Till he has reached her bouir, And there he saw fair Marjorie

As bricht as lily flour. “ O, Sillarwood! sweet Sillarwood,

Gin Sillarwood were mine, There's many a hawk in Sillarwood

Oo dainty flesh wud dine."


“ Ye weel may hear hounds bay,” he said,

“ Ye weel may bear a horn ; Ye weel may hear stark hunters ride,

On furious coursers borne.
The Ettin lang, o' Sillarwood,

Has fifty and has three,
That bunt all day and bunt all nicht,

Yet never bow an e'e,
And the Ettin lang o' Sillarwood,

Has steeds but blude or bane,
That bear fair maidens to a weird,

Where mercy there is nane.
The Ettin lang o' Sillarwood,

Has beds baith deep and side,
Houkit in the earth, wherein to streik,

Ilk bonny clay-cauld bride.
O, look, beside yon sillar birk,

The last sunblink o' day,
Is shining on a comely heap

Of fresbly dug, red clay.
And, look, beyond that comely heap,

There is a comely sheuch,
'Tis wide and side, and for a bride

'Tis meetly made aneuch. 0, they were cunning hands that houkit

Forenent that birken tree,
For ilka leaf that fa's, fair maid,

Will be a shroud for thee.
And they can lie on lily breast,

As weel's on flowery lea.
Oh, they will hap the lily breast,

Till flesh peels frae the bane,
And tell nae tales, how Marjorie,

To Sillarwood has gane.
Step on, step on, maid Marjorie,

Yon comely sheuch to see,
The Ettin Lang u' Sillarwood,

To bride bed welcomes thee !"

The following commanication is in the bandwriting of a fair lady:

To the Editor of The Day. SIR, I am so convinced that your appeal to the ladies in Glasgow, to get up a Bazaar, will succeed, that I have begun to canvass for the next one. Tbe only objections I have heard, are not sufficient reasons for throwing out the measure, namely, that Bazaars are hurtful to shopkeepers and repositories. Now, in reply, I move an amendment, which, I think, will make the proposal of yours be carried without a division. First, that no lady shall give out, in buying materials to make up, more than £2, 2s. Secondly, that no article sent is to be charged more than £2, 2s.—and thirdly, that, if any person wishes to send more articles tban what she was able to make out of the materials bought by £2, 2s., she will consider it an imperative duty to par. chase them from shops or repositories in town, adding 6d., Is., or so, to what she paid for them upon the ticket which will accumpany them, thus, her charity will, indeed, be twice blest.-Yours, respectfully,

Lydia. South-Bank, 28th March.

P. S.- A few copies of “ Tell me, fair Maid, tell me truly," from “ The Day,” neatly printed on embossed cards, would be a handsome donation from the Council of Ten. Could none of you set it to music when you can draw characters so well with your pens; I do think some of you can surely draw scenery with your pencils, which you may add to the good work.

Be sure to tell the amateur of this project.



Bishop of CHARTRES.-During the first insurrections, he was deputed by the assembly to proceed to a village near Versailles, and endeavour to save the life of an unfortunate baker, called Thomassin, against whom the people were furious. The vener. able bishop had exhausted, without effect, all means of reason and persuasion. He said the ferocious savages seized the unbappy wretch to tear him to pieces. He had not an instant to lose. Without besitation, he threw himself on his knces in a deep mire, and called upon the assassins to kill him also, rather than make him witness so atrocious a crime. The frenzied multitude of men and women, struck with respect at this action, drew back an instant, and

gave the bishop time to help the wounded and bleeding Thomassin into his carriage--Dumont.

Physiog NOMY.-Who will believe that Louis XIV. was so convinced of the talent, which De la Chambre attributed to bimself, of deciding merely by the physiognomy of persons on the real bent of their character, but also to what employment they were adapted, that the king entered into a secret correspondence to obtain the criticisms of bis physiognomist ? That Louis XIV. should have pursued this system, undetected by the hawk-like eye of his courtiers, is also singular ; but it appears by this correspondence, that this art positively swayed him in his choice of oflicers and favourities.

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Tart's EDINBURGH MAGAZINE, No. I. April, 1832. Many of our readers are aware that one of the chief reasons, which Mr. Tait bolds out for establishing this Magazine is to afford Scotland a monthly organ, 'for the promulgation of Whig sentiments. This Journal is, in fact, to be regarded as the sworn political foe of that of Blackwood, which has so long ruled with the spear of wit and the lash of irony; and it may now be expected that, in the collision of sages and wits, which is about to take place, truth may probably be more easily come at. The fact is, the political tilt may be said to be already fairly commenced; for, from the cursory glance which we have been able to give to the Magazine before us, we find no fewer than nine political articles, in direct opposition to the views which Old Ebony has been in the habit of propagating.

The first article entitled, “ The Ministry,is rather of a slashing description, and describes, apparently in the spirit of fairness, the peculiar characteristics, and the conflicting principles of those who now rule this Country. A Tête-à-tête with Mr. Tait,” is evidently a copy of what has been well designated the sheet anchor of Blackwood; but, thougb the sentiments sported in it are sound, they want the flash and the fire of Old Christopher. The next article, on The Revolution," is a fair common-sense paper, on an important subject, and proposes a scheme of Reform, which, while it is fully and frankly avowed, the writer adds, that neither danger nor obloquy shall make him retraet it. This

per, indeed, may be said to contain the political creed of the Journal, and, in support of that faith, its motto is set forth to be that of England's noblest patriot,

Vestigia nulla retrorsum. Our limits will not allow us entering at present any farther into the merits or demerits of this new Journal. Suffice it only to say that, among the light literary papers, we are most in love with “ The Martinetand an “Essay on Kissing.The Ventilators” though good is too long. We cannot congratulate Mr. Tait on his poetical contributions. With the exception of the few lines by Dr. Bowring, they are far inferior to what is daily met with in our own columns. As these lines are short we will give them :

Few are the fragments left of follies past;
For worthless things are transient. Those that last
Have in them germs of an eternal spirit,
Aud out of good their permanence inherit.
Baseness is mutability's ally;
But the sublime affections never die.

We return our thanks to “ A. Y.” for his communication, and will be glad to hear from him again. Wallenstein's Tod" has been already translated, and Schiller's account of the Battle of I.utzen, in the “ Thirty Year's War," has also been sufficiently patent to the English reader, in the excellent translation of our friend Mr. Moir. 1 “ Upsilon” wont do. The same answer applies to

« Old Folio."

“ J. M.'s” Tale is rather too grave for our columns.

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Virtue makes smiles of tears; vice, tears of smiles.

Published, every Morning, Sunday excepted, by John Finlar, at

No. 9, Miller Street ; and Sold by Joux Wylie, 97, Argyle Street; David ROBERTSON, and W. R. M'Puus, Glasgowo ; Thomas Stevenson, and the other Booksellers, Edinburgh : David Dick, and A. GARDNER, Booksellers, Paisley ; A. LAING, Greenock ; and J. Glass, Bookseller, Rothsay.

Let us merely add, that the Magazine is got up in a very handsome manner, and boasts upon its cover a rich wood-cut of the Lord Chancellor. For the honour of Scotland, we are happy to hear that it is obtaining a large share of patronage.








Dutchman in the Zuyder-zee--what of that ? " such (A Local Sketch.)

things are,” have been, and ever will be: never mind LET them boast of the town that gave Jeffrey or

-push along-keep moving ! the shore's behind, the Brougham-c'est égal-- his birth-that's the modern pier's before-- tis gained ! and now you may march

into the bowels of the land, I was going to sayAthens, Sirs ; let them prate of their city of palaces

Firth of Forth, I should say, without the smallest im

!) let them quote the “ Edina, Scotia's darling seat” of pediment. “On! on, before ye, lies all" yev'e come to the Bard, whom the justice and the generosity of the

see, Sirs, and of “flood and field,” you have, indeed, a

splendid panoramic view: Before you, smiling in the said gentlemen, left to languish in obscurity, and to die in the (to him, no doubt, congenial) situation of a

sunshine, lies the Kingdom*-its hills, cultivated to guager ; let them point (in triumph, shall we say ?)

the “top o' their bent,” and its shores stretching

adown the bay, as far as the eye can carry you. to their Acropo—(the name, like the thing, I leave

To unfinished ;) let them “ descant on the deformity" of

the right and left you have the fertile fields of the their Nelson's monument, and, to compensate, eulogise

East and West Lothians—their crops already " whiten the elegance of their High School ; let them gaze, with

into the harvest,” perhaps their rural economy, the

theme of honourable mention, in the Gazettes of Agrireverence, up to their Melville's pillar, and bow before

culture, Horticulture, and Hogriculture. Far to the the “Bronze Colossal," which charity and six thousand pounds have erected to the memory of that

West, and up the river, rise the hills and the moun

tains of Stirling, of Perthshire, and, (sometimes, if the George

day be clear,) of Dumbartonshire, and if you'll but the great, the good,

have the kindness to turn and survey the “happy land The best, the biggest of the Brunswick brood,"

that you've come from," you behold the towering magwho came to visit, and returned to praise ; let them

nificence of Arthurseat, the rugged ridge of Salisbury rave of the beauties which a walk around their Calton discloses to the enraptured eye, at every step, (and

Crags, the im-pin-cushion-like-profusion-monumated

Calton Hill; Edina's self-in regular slope according how few there be that gaze thereon!) let them polish

-her Castle, frowning defiance from her turrets, hoar the pavé of their Prince's Street, swallow the dust

and gray--the lofty Pentlands beyond-in short, Sirs, which Macadam, and the smoke which their Havannas

(jamping at once to the Frenchman's climax) a “very prodnce thereon, (and how many there be that resort thereto !)—let them-0, hang it—let them say and

pretty” peep! But I'm not a landscape painter: let's go

back again and see what's going on in the port. do what they choose, but let none of your town's-folks,

· The outward and homeward bound,”-an excellent 0, Apollo ! venture to “ come East,” without paying

toast, and how much does it comprehend—the whole a visit to the Port, and snuffing-up the" callar” breeze,

commercial marine of this mighty nation ! See “ with which a walk along our Pier our new and extended

bending masts, and dipping prow," her canvas bellying Pier—permits, and woos them to enjoy! At any

before the breeze, and her bows dashing into foam, time, 'tis a fine,-at tide-time, and well-chosen time

the tiny waves that sport around, comes forth some 'tis an unrivalled promenade sui generis. Take,

“ tall Argosie," conveying to Australia's virgin soil, for instance, the afternoon of a fine summer's day ; let

perhaps, the skill and the capital (often not much of the tide be at its height, and the zephyrs of our Northern clime (meaning, thereby, a smart and steady

the latter) that can no longer find employment in the breeze,) be gently ruffling the surface of our Firth

land that produced them. Hark! 'Tis the thunder of then's the day, and then's the hour!" To be sure,

her parting gun! Lo! how gallantly she clears the

light-house, the blue peter at her fore, and England's before reaching the promised land, you must submit to

ensign at her peak, and away she goes—" walking the a few disagrémens--what of that? they but serve to enhance the gratification. If, for example, you are

waters like a thing of life.”

“ How like a younker, and a prodigal, not of those who admire the flowers that our

The scarfed bark, puts from her native bay, sea-orators do sometimes garnish their talk withal,

Hugged and embraced, by the strumpet, wind ! your ears may be doomed to hear the “G-d den

How like the prodigal doch she return, your eyes,” of our “ neat little, tight little,” harbour

With overweatbered ribs and ragged sails; master, Mr W-nt: if of the liberal party, you may

Lean, rent, and beggared, by the strumpet, wind!” be shocked at the short and stern “shove-off-there" After her perhaps the Smack—on the east coast nothof the man of war's man, 'gainst which there's no ap- | ing like them—these London smacks! they take the peal; and if a member of the temperance, (“ trumpery,

wind out of the sails of any thing that's upon this side as a facetious friend of mine-no waterman-terms

the island, and have ever been known to keep their it,) you may see many a staggering, reeling wight, is- own with a frigate : splendid vessels are they in every suing from the public-house, and rolling along like a respect! See how closely she luffs up to the breeze!

and now the point is passed—“ease off the main boom We have another leer of Leith Mr. B. late a merchant

there !" and away she flies—nothing can touch her! here, who might (it is said) assume the title of Lord B if he

But what have we here ? the little “ Dart” steamer chose ; he does not, however; but the play upon the word may be tolerated.

-ah, there

beat us! ashore or afloat-in the fac

you † Alas! poor Diddley! gone, dead, since the above was penned tory or on the Clyde—your steaming is “the thing a clever active man, but a rough one, though, like Commodore itself,” the ne plus ultra! See here! the captain's Trunnion, be swore most roundly, yet he meant no more harm gig! how steadily and swiftly she cuts the water, imthan a sucking babe—" 'tis a d-d bad habit, however, is swearing, as somebody says; and I am glad to observe is much less in Of Fife, to wit: W doesn't kuow, that in this highly famed use among our mariners than it used to be ; they should reform land, we possess what many prophets and wise men bave desired it altogether.”

to see—an “ Imperium in Imperio ?

pelled by the lasty strokes of these fine athletic fel

LITERARY CRITICISM. lows—how beautifully feathered-how regularly dipped! her crew, admirable specimens of the man-o'- The WILDGOOSECHASE ; a Narrative of Real Life, as exemplified

in the History and Travels of an Ambulatory Gentleman ; ilwars-man! their dark and sun-tinged faces—their

lustrated with engravings. Glasgow, 1832. whiskered throats—the open collar displaying to view their muscular bosoms and brawny shoulders—their

This is really, a splendid work of imagination, whestraw plaited bats, their clean checked shirts, and yard

ther we regard the subject or the execution. It deswide trousers! ashore or a-board, the merriest devils

cribes the multifarious incidents which the author met that ever chewed a quid or danced a hornpipe !

with, on a pedestrian tour between Glasgow and Lon“Port a little, sir,” “port it is,” “ hard a-port!” bawls

don, and its highest merit consists in its curious and the pilot from his stentor lungs : “ hard a-port," replies minute detail of circumstances, which any, but a nice the cool collected voice of the helmsman : we turn, and critical observer, would pass unnoticed. Every and lo! swiftly and steadily nearing the harbour, a

trifling incident, that comes under the author's obserWest-Iudiaman (with us a by no means frequent visi

vation, is handled in a sublime and masterly manner, tor)“ keep on her—she's deeply laden, and the water

and, with the greatest ease, he bounds over all the begins to fall-carry on her, my lads ! what although niceties which perplex little minds, to beat for himself she does rub a little carry on her then—top-gallants,

a path to fame, hitherto undiscovered by any of the royals and all—aye! that will do: she's passed the

roving minds which have wandered in the gardens of buoys, and now


the your top-sails ! gently though; she needs them all

played in the descriptions, illustrated, as these are, yet : that will do-here, you there, sir, make fast that

with suitable engravings; but the reader's curiosity warp—now, men, haul away there ! run ont a rope to

will be gratified better by perusing the following exthe dock gates—heave away there, my lads! that's the

tract, which, in the continuity and harmony of its pething—there she comes : walk away with her—there

riods, the elegance of its phrases, the invention of its you have her"-she's safely moored.

words, and the beauty and novelty of its similies, beA rush to the quay side, and a man in the water! In

speak an exuberant imagination, combined with a keen the attempt to scull, he has missed his stroke and

selection of the ludicrous :fallen overboard. How intense the anxiety depicted

“ In passing along a bridge, on the Scotch road, I observed a on the faces of those ashore, as he rises to the surface,

castle, and soldiers in training near by-did not stop to particularand idly splashes the waves that threaten to ingulph ize much, but, like the fleet stag after a long chase, no more able him ! " A ropel a rope!” How wildly and imploringly to flee from bis eager pursuers, drags along carelessly, and, with he looks around! he begins to sink-his breathing is

difficulty, to the termination of bis last heat; so I, dispirited, so.

litary, exhausted, heedlessly retreated from Carlisle-entered Scotimpeded by the water that rashes into his mouth-his

land without knowing when or where—passed through several vilcry for aid is thick and gasping—he's going down !

lages of unknown name, nor gave myself the least concern, whether Ha, what's this here! one of the gig's crew left in there was such a thing as a Roman wall to be seen ; and, indeed, charge-chucks his hat and jacket into the stern-sheets, to-day's was as heartless a day's journey as ever I had, though I and strongly and swiftly he swims to save the drown- did not walk, perbaps, more than six or eight miles.” ing wretch. 'Tis time! “keep quiet, you lubber, let What a happy power of generalization is evinced in me get alongside, and keep down your grapplers will the description of the “passing crowd” of London ! ye! aye, that's the way," and bravely and successfully Here are the Jew and the Gentile ; here, in short, are human resisting the rushing tide that threatens to bear them beings from all points of the compass, in all the varieties of class. away, he tows him to the stairs, helps him ashore,

es, sorts and sizes ; the tall and short, the straight, the spare, the bundles himself into his boat again, throws on his

high, the low ; masters, mistresses and mademoiselles ; dukes,

lords and squires ; whigs and tories; the king and his court ; the jacket and hat, and looks as if nothing had happened. representative from every people; the gentle, the semple, otherThese are the men!

wise the nobility and mobility ; beaux and belles, rogues and fools, But what's o'clock ? four! why 'tis time to be off- fats and sbarps, &c. you dine at five-eh! come let's go!

We shall now take leave of this matchless volume,

by treating the reader with one of the many poetic NIL-DESPERANDUM.

flights by which it is enriched.

O but my Phil is a charming girl (From the German of Meissner.)

She's captivating, cheerful, clever ; ALONG a narrow path, where, on one band, arose a

It fires my soul on her to think, steep and rugged mountain, and, on the other, rolled

And vain, to say, I will not love her. the deep and turbid stream of “ Yellow Gunga," there

Black wreathes her ringlets down her cheeks, journeyed a traveller.

Quick rolls ber eye that says she loves me; Suddenly, he bebeld, on the mountain's side, the

Her lips are as the crimson dyeeyes of an immense tiger, couching, to take his fatal

I'll love her still though she undoes me. spring; to escape this impending danger, he rushed to throw himself into the darkly-rolling river, to save

Red are the cherries on the tree,

And luscious are the fruit of nature; bimself, if it were possible, by swimming to the other

So bright the cheeks of my love be, side ; when, lo! a crocodile (alligator) presented its

And, O, she is a charming creature !!! devouring jaws. “Miserable, that I am !" exclaimed the unhappy man," wherever I look, is certain death." In inexpressible anguish he sunk upon the ground, just

IMPROMPTU at the moment that the tiger took the fatal leap, and On a PREACHER of COLDSTREAM, who wears what is vulgarly fell into the open jaws of the monster of the river.

called, a Quizzing Glass. In the most imminent peril even, never yield to despair ; for, oft, to thy preservation, is turned that

A Preacher of Coldstream is pious and learn'd,

And good at expounding the Scriptures; which seemed destined for thy destruction.

For when matters of faith and truth are concern'd,

'Tis acknowledged by all, and fairly descern'd, APPLES.—To the facility of multiplying varieties by grafting,

That the Preacher is clear in his strictures. is to be ascribed the amazing extension of the sorts of apple, probably from one common stock. The varieties at present known

No wonder, indeed, the Preacher is so :are considerably more than a thousand. Of late years these va

But no man is faultless, alas! rieties have been increased in a remarkable manner, by the applica

When the tide of his thoughts do not evenly flow, tion of the pollen of one sort to the blossom of another : pollen is

And his subject and matter obscure, you must know the prolific powder contained in the anther of the flower.

The Preacher applies to his Glass.

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£15,000 So here is a sum of £15,000 at a whip—and I shall satisfy Miss Marryyou, before our final arrangements are made, that, besides these sources of wealth, I have an ample store of “this vain world's" goods (inter aliaa great deal of money sunk in joint stocks) “to keep the pot boiling."

As to the purchasing of a “new panwith my old brass, she may keep herself easy. If she is ever a widow at all, it will be at a time when a new pan will be as suitable for her as a "jewel in a sow's snout. However, that affairs may be brought “ to a happy issue,” for wbich I am as anxious as she is, I beg to inform Miss Marryyou, that I have, since seeing her epistle, put up a ticket, “ To be Sold or Let," on my dwelling at Willow-Bank, and will be ready to remove now, or at Whitsunday, to another house, in any part of the town she may fix on for our future residence.

My betrothed has promised cake and gloves to each of the Council of Ten, on matters being brought to that “consummation which is so devoutly to be wished for.” This promise shall be amply fulfilled on my part; besides, as soon after the nuptials as possible, we shall have a grand dinner and ball, to wbich the Council, and all the choicest writers of “ The Day,” shall be invited, and then wbat a gala night we shall bave of it !—I am, Sir, respectfully, yours,

BACHELOR BENEDICT. Willow-Bank, 29th March, 1832.

P. S.—The matrimonial advertisement I utterly disclaim, and wonder much that Miss Marryyou should not discover the difference between real and spurious courtship !

B. B.

A shir, becalmed, hath ceased to glide
Along the waste of water's wide ;
Her sails, unfurled, high o'er the tide,

Droop motionless and heavily.
No zephyr's breath breaks on their rest,
The cloud-wrapt beavens, with gloom opprest;
Deep in the lulled Atlantic's breast,

Rejected slumber, sullenly.
There they, who, pensive, gaze upon
The dim and distant horizon ;
Descry no sail—she rests alone,

A white-rob’d pilgrim of the sea.
She left a fair and glorious isle,
Where hill and vale, in beauty smile;
Of freedom's tree, the native soil,

The altar home of liberty.
From wave-girt Albion's mountain strand,
She beareth to a foreign land,
A lovely, yet a guiltless band,

Of many a peaceful family.
Lover, and friend, and wedded pair,
The young, the old, in hope are there ;
And brows, long dark with clouds of care,

Are sun-lit from futurity.
The restless boy, whose ardent eye,
Invokes the breezes of the sky;
Or bails the land of promise nigh,

Where mist-reared shores stretch silently.
The sire of years and hoary head,
Who thought not, once, his last cold bed
Might be among the ocean's dead,

Far from his father's sepulcbre.
Fair ship, that, like a bird of flight,
With wings wouldst scale the wave's proud height;
Ah! down may lie thy path ere night,

To coral caves that yawn for thee.
Thou shalt not fall by tempest's riven,
Or, on the roaring breakers driven ;
Thy mother flood to thee hath given

Her bosom in tranquillity.
Yet earthquake and tornado take
Oft times the stillest hour to wake;
Thunders sleep deepest, ere they break;

And false is thy serenity.
Mysterious Heaven ! dark in thine ire,
What other woe could e'er inspire
That rending, withering, shriek of fire,

Such bitter, bitter, agony ?
In vain the brave, the flames repel-
They burst—they spread, with fury fell ;
But who the victims there may tell

Their feelings, in calamity ?
Love, that affliction more endears,
Despair, struck dumb--grief bathed in tears-
The wonder-gaze that childhood wears,

The unconcious smile of infancy.
Laughter wild of sudden madness,
As if amid the sounds of gladness ;
Resignation, calm in sadness,

And pleading prayer on low bent knee.
Pangs that valour dares to smother,
Fear, that would fly, yet knows not whither ;
The clasp of friends, who die together,

Unsever'd in eternity.
The wailings fall, as it in sleep,
While risetb round with broader sweep,
Like some volcano of the deep,

Her red and flaming cemetry !


The DUCHESS OF ST. ALBANS.— According to the earliest recollections of her Grace, she found herself a forsaken, starving, frozen child, in an outsbed of an English village. She was taken thence by a gipsy-crew, whom she afterwards left for a company of strolling players. In this profession, she obtained some reputation by a pleasing exterior, a constant flow of spirits, and a certain originality—till by degrees she gained several friends, who magnanimously provided for her wants. She long lived in undisturbed connection with the rich banker C—, who, at length married her, and, at his death, left her a fortune of £70,000 a year. By this colossal inberitance, she afterwards became the wife of the Duke of St. A—, the third English Duke in point of rank, and, wbat is a somewhat singular coincidence, the descendant of the well known actress Nell Gwynn, to whose charms the Duke is indebted for his title, in much the same way (though a bundred years earlier) as his wife is now for hers.

She is a very good sort of woman, who has no hesitation in speaking of the past—on the contrary, is rather too frequent in her reminiscences. Thus she entertained us, the whole evening, with various representations of her former dramatic characters. The drollest part of the affair was, that sbe had taught her husbaud, a very young man, thirty years under her own age-to play the lover's part, which he did badly enough. Malicious tongues were naturally very busy, and the more so, as many of the recited passages gave room for the most piquant applications. — Tour of a German Prince.

Costard-MongeR.— This is an old English term for the dealers in vegetables, derived from their principal commodity of apples : the costard being a large apple, round and bulky as the head, or “costard.” If we may deduce any meaning from this name, which is the same as “coster,” it would appear that the costard, or large apple, was the sort in common use, and that hence the Dame of the variety became synonymous with that of the species ; the more delicate sorts were luxuries unknown to the ordinary consumers of our native fruits, till they were rendered common by the planting of orchards in Kent, Sussex, and other parts of the kingdom.

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* The phenomenon of illusive appearances of land are known to every voyager.

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