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171 glimpse of him,had at last the uuspeakable "cock the piece, ye sumph;" while the red mortification of being informed that he hair rose up from his pow like feathers ; was a laine duck, and that he had not “they're coming, I hear them tramping on only waddled but bolted; or in other the gravel!" Out he stretched his arms words, that this «

remarkably prudent against the wall, and brizzed his back young gentleman” had run away, after against the door like mad; as it he had having lost every thing, and had left been Sampson pushing over the pillars nothing whatever to his numerous credi- in the house of Dagon. “For the Lord's tors, but his bright pea-green tilbury, sake, prime the gun,” he cried out, “or upon which, however, an attachmeyt was

our throats will be cut frae lug to lug, lodged by the groom in the sky-blue before we can cry Jack Robison! See livery with silver shoulder-knots, for that there's priming in the pan.” arrears of wages!

I did the best I could; but my hale Sneaked homewards, calling in my way strengtb could hardly lift up the piece, to couutermand a pipe of port, which I which waggleil to and through, like a had beeu ass enongh to order upon anti- cock's tail on a rainy day; my knees cipation. Entered my shop as if I were knockit against ane anither, and though going to be hung; took up a dirty aprun I was resigued to dee.--I trust I was of Jem's, which I tied round me, and resigned to dee--od, but it was a frightbegan cutting up a sugar-loaf with great fu'thing to be out of ane’s bed, and to be humility and compunction of spirit. My murdered in a session-house, at the dead wife breaking into the shop as she beheld hour of night, by unyearthly resurrectiontbis apparition from the back parlour, I men, or rather let me call them deevils began to break to her our misfortune, incarnate, wrapt up in dreadnoughts, wi’ while I was breaking the sugar, when she blackit faces, pistols, big sticks, and other flew into such a rage that I verily thought deadly weapons. she would have finished by breaking my A snuff snuffing was heard; and, head. She would not have minded it so through below the door, I saw a pair of much, she said, but that she had lost the glancing black een. Od, but my heart opportunity of mortifying Mrs. Tibbs,

nearly loupit aff the bit---a snouff, and a and that our best customer, Mr. Alder- gur, gurring, and ower a' the plain tramp man Dewlap, had sent for his bill, de- of a man's heavy tackets and Cuddy heels claring his intention of giving his custom amang the gravel. Then came a great to another shop. This she attributed to slap like thunder on the wall; and the my impertinence, and insisted upon my laddie, quittiug his grip, fell down, writing him a submissive apology, which crying, “ Fire, fire !.-- murder ! holy I sturdily refused doing, declariog 1 murder !" would be the master of my own house, • Wha's there?" growled a deep rough and that, though I was ruined, I would


I'm a freend." not be humbled or hen-pecked. Very I tried to speak, but could not; someangry words ensued, but I carried my thing like a halfpenny row was sticking point with a bigh hand, for instead of in my throat, so I tried to cough it up writing to the Alderman as she ordered, I but it wadna come.

« Gie the passcalled upon him, and made him a very word then," said the inddie, staring as if humble apology in person.

his een wad loupen out; "gie the pass

word !" WONDERFUL PASSAGE IN First cam a loud whissle, and then, THE LIFE OF MANSIE

“Copmabagen,” answered the voice.

Oh! what a relief! The laddie started WAUCH, TAILOR.

up, like one crazy wi' joy. “Ou ! ou!” cried be, thrawing round the key, and

rubbing his hands ; " by jingo, it's the [Concluded from page 140.] betbrel--it's the bethrel --it's auld Isaac, GUDENESS watch ower us! I trumble himsell.” but when I think on't. We were perfectly. First rushed in the dog, and then Isaac, between the deil and the deep sea – wi' his glazed hat slouched ower his brow, either to stand and fire our gun, or riu and his horn bonet glimmering by his and be shot at. It was really a hang knee. “ Has the French landit, do ye choice. As I stood swithering and think ? Losha keep us a'," said he, wi' a shaking, the laddie ran to the door, and, smile on his half-idiot face, (for he was a thrawing round the key, clappit his kind of a sort of a natural wi' an infirmity back tillt. Ob! how I lookit at him, as in his leg)“ od sauf us, man, put by your he stude, for a gliff, like a magpie hear gun. Ye dinna mean to shoot me, do kening wi' his lug cockitup, or rather like ye? What are ye about here wi' the door a terrier watching a rotten. “ They're lockit? I just keppit four resurrectioners coming ! they're coming!" he cried out, louping ower the wa'."


« Gude guide us,” I said, taking a on the top o't, he dug away wi' his lang breath to drive the blude frae my spade, throwing out the mool, and the heart, and something relieved by Isaac's coffin handles, and the green banes and company.--" Come now, Isaac, ye're just sic like, till he stoppit a wee to tak gieing us a fright. Isn't that true, Isaac?" breath-.-What! are ye whistling to

“Yes, I'm joking---and what for no? yoursell ? quo' Isaac to me, “and no ---but they might have been, for onything hearing what's God's truth!" ye wad bae hindered them to the contrair, « Ou, aye,” said I, “but ye didna tell I'm thinking. Na, na, ye maunna lock me if onybody was cried last Sunday?"the door ; that's no fair play."

I wad hae gien every farthing I had When the door was put a jee, and the made by the needle, to hae been at that furm set forenent the fire, I gaed Isaac a blessed time in my bed wi' my wife and dram to keep his heart up on cic a weans. Ay, how I was gruing! I mostly cauld stormy night. Od, but he was a chacked aff my tongue in chatteringdroll fallow Isaac. Hesung and leuch as But a' wad not do. if he had been boozing in Luckie Thamp “ Weel, speaking of ghaists—when he sons wi' some of his drucken cronies. was resting on his spade he looked up to Feint a hair gaed he about auld kirks, or the steeple, to see what o'clock it was, kirk-yards, or vouts, or through-stanes, wondering what way Jock hadna come, or dead fock in their winding-sheets, wi' when lo! and behold, in the lang diced the wet grass growing over them; and window of the kirk yonder, he saw a at last I began to brightea up a wee lady a' in white, wi' her hands clasped mysell, so when he had gone ower a good thegither, looking out to the kirk-yard few funny stories, I said to him, quoth I, at him. “ Mony folk I dare say mak mair noise “ He couldna believe his een, so he about their sitting up in a kirk-yard rubbit them wi' his sark sleeve, but she than its a' worth. There's naething here was still there bodily, and keeping ae ee to harm us?"

on him, and anither on his road to the “I beg to differ wi'ye there," auswered yett; he drew his coat and hat to him Isaac, taking out his horn mull from his below his arm, and aff like mad, throwing coat pouch, and tapping on the lid in a the shool half a mile ahint bim. Jock queer style--.“ I could gie anither version fand that ; for he was coming singing in of that story. Did ye no ken of three at the yett, when his maister ray clean young doctors - Eirish students---alang ower the tap o' him, and capsized him wi' some resurrectioners as waff and wild like a toom barrel ; and never stoppit, as themselle, firing shottie for shottie wil till he was in at his ain house, and the the guard at Kirkmabrecke, and lodging door baith bolted and barred at his tail. three slags in ane of their backs, forbye “ Did ye ever hear the like of that, firing a ramrod through anitherane's hat Mansie ? Weel, man, I'll explain the

This was a wee alarming.---“ No," hale history o't to ye. Ye see od ! how quoth I; “ no, Isaac, man ; I ne'er sound that callant's sleeping," continued heard o't.”

Isaac; “ he's snoring like a nine-year“But, let alane resurrectioners, do ye auld.” no think there is sic a thing as ghaists ? I was glad he had stoppit, for I was Guide ye man, my granny could hae like to sink through the grund wi' fear; telled as muckle about them as wad hae but na, it wadna do. filled a minister's sermons from June to “ Dinna ye ken-sauf us! what a January."

fearsome night this is ! The trees 'll “Kay.--kay---that's a buft,” I said. be a' broken. What a noise in the lum! “Are there nae cutty-stool businesses. I dare say there's some auld hag of a are there nae marriages gaun, Isaac ?" for witch-wife gaun to come rumble doua't. I was keen to change the subject. It's no the prst time, I'll swear. Ha'e ye

“ Ye may kay---kay, as ye like, though; a silver sixpence? Wad ye like that?" I can just tell ye this---ye'll mind auld he bawled up the chumley. “ Ye'll hae Armstroug wi’ the leather breeks, and heard,” said he, “ lang ago, that a wee the brown three-story wig---him that was murdered wean was buried---didna ye the grave digger ? Weel, he saw a hear a voice !---was buried below that ghaist wi' his leeving een---aye, and corner---the hearth-stane there, where the what's better, in this very kirk-yard too. laddy's lying on?" It was a cauld spring morning, and day I had now lost my breath, so that I light just coming in, whan he cam to the couldna stop him. yett yonder, thinking to meet his man, “Ye never heard tell o't, didna ye? paidling Jock but he had sleepit in Weel, l'se tell't ye---Sauf us, what swurls and was na there. Weel, to the wast of smoke coming doun the chimley---I corner ower yonder he gaed, and throwing could swear something no canny's stop

coat ower a headstand, and his hat ping up the lum head--Gang out, and see!




At that moment, a clap like thunder

ANECDOTES OF was heard.--the candle was driven ower--- CELEBRATED WOMEN. the sleeping laddie ro

roared, Help!” and “ Murder !” and “ Thieves !” and, as the form on which we were sitting No. XII.-LADY MARY WORTLEY. played flee backwards, crippled Isaac

MONTAGUE. bellowed out, “ I'm dead ! i'm killed!

LADY MARY PIEREPONT was the shot through the head! oh! oh! oh!”

Surely 1 had fainted away; for, when eldest daughter, of Evelyn Duke of I came to mysell, I found my red com- Kingston. She was born at Thoresby in forter loosed; my face a' wet--- Isaac Nottinghamshire, about the year 1694. rubhing down his waistcoat wi' his sleeve The first dawn of her genius opened so --the laddie swigging ale out of a bic- auspiciously, that her father resolved to ker---and the brisk brown stout, which, cultivate the advantages of nature by a by casting its cork, had caused a’ thé sedulous attention to her early instrucalarm, wbizz---whizz---whizzing in the tion. chumley lug.

A classical education was not then

given to English ladies of qnality, when THE MINSTREL OF WAR.

Lady Mary received one of the best. (From the Oriental Herald.)

Under the same preceptors as Viscount FROM their coverts the breezes Newark her brother, she acquired the Crept forth one by one,

Flements of the Greek, Latin, and And the waters, that slept

French languages, with the greatest Ere the light of the sun

Her studies were afterwards Poured down on their bosom,

superintended by Bishop Burnet, and Now frolicked along,

her translation of the Enchiridon of As if waked into motion

Epictetus received his emendations : this By Annabar's song.

translation, she said, in the letter that Sail on, gallant pinnace,

accompanied it, “ was the work of one.

week of my solitude,” and it was to The tremulous wave That now bears thee to glory

uninterrupted leisure and private habits

of life, that she was much indebted for May yet be thy grave; Yet sail on its bosom,

so complete an improvement of her

mind. Jo 1712, she married E. W. MonWhile young Annabar Pours forth to the echo

tague, Esq. a man possessed of solid,

rather than brilliant parts ; but the His carol of War.

soundness of his judgment, and the « O Mars! from the splendours gracefulness of his oratory, distinguished That burn on thy brow,

him in Parliament. During the first Dissever one ray

two years of her marriage, Lady Mary For thy victim below;

bad lived in retirement at Warnecliffe And oh ; though he fall

lodge near Sheffield, where her son was In his freshness and bloom,

born; but in 1794, Mr. Montague was May it burn o'er his ashes,

appointed one of the lords of the treaWhen pressed by the tomb ! sury, which introduced them at court, I ask not for victory,

and into those distinguished circles in Take it who may !

which she was so well formed to shine. To be swift as the eagle,

In 1716, Mr. Montague was appointed And bright as the day,

ambassador to the Ottoman Porte; and And brave as the lion

in August the same year, he commenced Which roars in the net,

an arduous journey over the continent of That, wounded aud fallen,

Europe, to Constantinople, accompanied Is terrible yet;

by Lady Mary, whose conjugal affection This, this is my prayer,

reconciled her to the dangers unavoidably Thou God of the brave,

to be encountered in passing the savage Whom heroes adore

Turkish territory; the native horrors of On the edge of the grave.!"

which were then doubled by those of

war. They travelled through Germany, On bounded the pinnace,

Bohemia, and Hungary; great part of Bright glittered his eye,

this journey was performed during the When the tower of the foreman

winter, and the Danube being frozen, Rose dark in the sky;

they were obliged to travel entirely by From its battlements winged.

land: the route they took was very little Now a swift arrow came,

traversed, even by the Hungarians themAnd its point steeped in darkness selves, who generally chose to wait for Young Annabar's name.

the conveniency of going down the

Danube. It was April, 1717, before Mr. Wortley's negotiations failing of they arrived at Adrianople, after a their intended effect, he received letters of journey of eight months ; and in a letter, recal under the privy seal, Oct. 1717, addressed to the Princess of Wales, which was countersigned by his friend Lady Mary says, “ I have now finished a Addison, then secretary of state. journey that has not been undertaken He did not commence his journey home by any Christian, since the time of the till June 6, 1718: they returned through Greek emperors." Whilst on her jour. the Archipelago, landed at Tanis, and havney, and during her residence at the ing crossed the Mediterranean, arrived at Levant, she amused herself, and de- Genoa, and from thence passed Turin to lighted her friends, by a regular corre. Lyons and Paris, and reached England, spondence, chiefly to her sister, the Oct. 20, 1718. In a short time after countess of Mar, lady Rich, some other her return, lady Mary was solicited by ladies of the court, and to Mr. Pope. Pope to fix her summer residence at The ambassador and his suite remained Twickenham, and in retirement there she two months at Adrianopla to which city enjoyed the literary society which rethe sultan, Achmet III. had then re- sorted to his villa. But the ties of friend moved his court from Constantinople. ship, which existed between them, were During her slay at the latter city, her not of long duration. Lady Mary active mind was readily engaged in the espoused Sir Robert Walpole's politics, pursuit of objects, so new to her, as wbile Pope adhered to Bulingbroke and the Turkish capital presented. Among Swift: he also became jealous of her her other talents, was a great facility partiality to Lord Harvey. Lady Mary of learning languages; and in the had besides omitted to consult him on assemblage of ten embassies from any new poetical productions, and when different countries, of which her society he had been proposing emendations, was chiefly composed, she had daily would say, “ Come, no touching, Pope, opportunities of practising them. She for what is good, the world will give to began the study of the Turkish, under you, and what is bad will leave to me." the tuition of one of Mr. Wortley's Lady Montague continued to shine both dragomans or interpreters, who compiled in the world of fashion and that of literafor her use a grammar, and vocabulary, ture, till the year 1739, when her health in Turkish and Italian. In one of her declined, and she formed the resolution letters, she says, “I am in great danger of passing the rest of her days abroad. of losing my English; I live in a place Having obtained Mr. Wortley's consent, that very well represents the tower of she left England, and proceeded to Babel : in Pera, where I now am, they Venice, and determined to settle in the speak fifteen languages, and what is North of Italy. In her letters to her worse, there are ten of these spoken in husband, she gives an animated descripmy own family. My grooms are Arabs; tion of the Italian manners, with which she my footmen French, English, and Ger- appears to have been pleased. She made mans; my nurse an Armenian; my a short tour to Rome and Naples, and rehousemaids Greeks; (half a dozen turned to Brescia, one of the palaces of Greeks ;) my steward an Italian, and my which city she inhabited. Her summer guards Turks.

residence was Louverre, on the shores There was a custom then prevalent in of the lake Isco, in the Venetian territory, Turkey, though unknown in England, where she had been attracted by some into which lady Mary examined, and at mineral waters, that she found beneficial length became perfectly satisfied with its to her health. There she took possession efficacy. It was that of inoculating of a deserted palace, planned her with variolous matter, in order to pro- garden, and was happy in the superin duce a milder disease, and to prevent the tendance of her vineyards and silk worms. ravages made by the small-pox. The About the year 1751, she quitted her process was so simple, that she did not solitude, and settled at Venice, where hesitate to apply it to her son, then she remained till 1716, when, on the three years old. She descrbed her death of Mr. Wortley, she was presuccess in a letter from Belgrade, to Mr. vailed on by her daughter, the countess Wortley at Pera : “The boy was en- of Bute, to return to England, and after grafted last Tuesday, and is at this time an absence of 22 years, she arrived once singing and playing, very impatient for more on the shores of her native land. his supper: I pray God, I may be able to But age, and ill health, had impaired give as good an account of him in my her constitution, and a gradual decline next. On her return to England, she terminated her life, in the 73rd year of strenuously advocated the system, and it her age, on the 21st of Aug. 1762. In is to her we are indebted for its introduc. the cathedral at Litchfield a cenotaph is tion into this country.

erected to her memory, by the widow



of J. W. Inge, Esq. “to express her RECIPES TO KILL THE DEVIL gratitude for the benefit she had herself

The devil would you kill, received, from the alleviating art," intro

Give him a lawyer's bill; duced by lady Montague.

Or an amateur flute, The letters of the marchioness ce

Or a Chancery suit; Sevigné, have beep frequently compared

Or the tongue of a shrew, to those of lady Mary ; but I cannot

Or a deep blas bleu; allow my fair countrywoman to yield the

Or some London port wine, palm to her rival; her letters are written

Or a Methodist divine; with equal elegance of style and play

Or a speech from a peer, fulness of manner, and from the sope

Or la maladie du mer. riority of subject, possess that iutrinsic

But should all these fail, interest of which Madame de Sevigné's

And he still wag bis tail, are destitute.

You've a sure means behind,.-Both as an anthoress, and as being

Give him an east wind. jodebted to her for the introduction of an inestimable art to her country,

BRAHMINS. I think our sex has reason to be proud of Lady Mary Montague. M. It is my firm persuasion that the

Brahmins are felt by the mass of the The Essence of Anecdote and walit.

natives to be a voluptuous, self-indulgent, oppressive class; a burden upon their

industry; a barrier to their ambition ; A STOMACHIC JOKE.

but they are forced to bend, and why?

From the Brahmins they receive infor« Said Hal, salt beef I cannot eat,

mation on subjects which they are art. It 'gainst my stomach goes,

fully forbidden to look into for themI don't know wherefore, but that meat Even offends my nose.”

selves, such as the histories of their gods

the laws and observances of their re“A reason very odd you give,”

ligion---the rules of government and Then laugbingly said Joe,

civil polity—the distinctions of the “ Meat ne'er can nourish, as I live,

seasons--the influence of the stars. The Uuless it 'gainst the stomach go.' Brahmins conduct all the festivals,


identify themselves with all their plea

sures, preside at their assemblies. It KITE FLYING EXTRAORDINARY. was thus in the darkest era of the Two ways there are of flying kites,

Christian history ; such was the relation The one a pastime pleasing,

between the Catholic priests and monks, The other many a soul affrights,

and the ignorant enslaved peasantryIn sooth 'tis very teasing.

Sketches in India for the Fireside.
While this kite flying gave delight,
That against honour sinned,

For here the wind 'twas raised the kite,

The city of Benares struck me at There the kite that raised the wind.

once as a spot of the grossest superstiQUIZ.

tion; a dwelling of an avaricious and

designing priesthood, and in which every AN ANECDOTE.

vice is perpetrated undsr the mask of A MEMBER of the Institute, to show religion. The Brahmins, (or priests,) his acquaintance with English literature, possessing among the Hindoos both the said to an English gentleman, that his highest spiritual and temporal authority, favourite author was Sheebong. The

fatten on the credulity of their worEnglishman could not guess what he was

shippers. Religion here, as in the driving at, till he asked the Frenchman

darker ages of Europe, assumes a shape, which of Mr. Sheebong's works he prefer.

the curse and bane of the people, lt ed? Prefer, Sir! I never knew that he paralyzes the energies, and corrupts the wrote any thing but the Decline and very vitals of those whom it should Fall of the Roman Empire!

support : its ministers enjoy all the

pleasures and luxuries of this life; and A PUN FROM GERMANY.

to the deluded wretch who with tears in

his eyes brings the offeringss industriously A YOUNG man of the name of Cæsar acquired by the sweat of his brow, they having married a young lady, called point to the heavens, and in promising Rome, a wag wrote upon his door future happiness, fail not to menace Care, Cæsar, ne tua Roma fiat res- everlasting punishment for the smallness public.

of the offering.–Sketches of India.

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