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up by an Ashantée damsel of sixty, whose charms would have made your ladyship jealous, and who extracted the ball, put a plaster of herbs to my wound, and smuggled me down to Cape Coast Castle, where I found the report of my death so well authenticated, that I was challenged by an Hibernian brother of ficer for presuming to doubt it."

"And were you so rash as to fight with him ?"

"No, for I had not time, being anxious to embark for England, to relieve your anxieties and to save my executors as much trouble as possible. But how is my nephew?"

O, in high health and spirits, and inconceivably vain of the title."

"I am sorry for that, because I have not quite done with it."

At this moment a noise was heard in the passage, occasioned by the return of the domestics, bringing with them the posse comitatus and fourteen of the lady's lovers, who, taking it for granted that the ferocious ruffian would have escaped before their arrival, valiantly rushed to her rescue.

When, however, they heard the voice of the intruder in the parlour, it became a point of precedence among them which should enter first: at length, a clown, in the back-ground, pressing. forward to get a glimpse of what was going on, inadvertently applied the stimulus of a pitchfork to the rear of the man before him, who communicating the impetus to the next, it passed on to the van, and they all blundered into the room, where, to their utter astonishment, they beheld the living Sir John téte à téte with his lady.

Doubtless, you will conclude the baronet enacted Ulysses on the occasion, and drove out his rivals at point of sword. Credit me, reader, he did no such thing he was an old soldier, and a man of the world, and knew better than to make enemies of fourteen blockheads; so he ordered up a dozen of claret, and they made a night of it.

The Embellishments are 50 Cuts, including Vignettes, by Rowlandson.They lead us into pleasant associations, if not themselves the immediate sources of mirth:- -we think of his Syntax plates, and laugh again at the fat plump legs and arms of his figures: the profiles too have much of the sleekness and oiliness of genuine humour: the rotundity of some of his fat figures is stupendous; nay, even the dogs partake of that great essential to mirth-fat.

The Juvenile Forget-Me-Not.

THIS is quite equal to any of Mrs. Hall's former volumes. There is the pages; and, what is important, the same soft-breathing affection in its principle of writing for children is very prettily and appropriately illustrated in the several pieces.

We cannot notice all of them; but the Dagley, and Gaspard and his Dog, by Sun-flower, a Floral Colloquy, by Miss Mrs. Hall, are among our favourites. There is, too, a pleasing paper in the form of a Boy's Letter, which we have fair authoress seems to have forgotten somewhat abridged; premising that the that Exeter Change was not standing last summer, when the letter must have cession of William IV. been written, from its noticing the ac

A LITTLE BOY'S LETTER FROM LONDON. By Miss Jewsbury.

O DEAR mamma, what a great, large, wonderful place this is !-as large as a million villages joined all in a row!-I do think even our town could be set down in one of the squares; and if a hundred streets were swallowed up, I don't think the rest would miss them.

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Perhaps you know that we have got a new king now-he is called William the IV.-and I heard him proclaimed at Temple Bar, where the city gates are, and they were shut; and if the king himself had been there, he could not have been let through, without knocking and telling his name and errand; so the procession did so, and then it was let through, to proclaim that the Duke of Clarence was king. I saw him yesterday in a carriage, but I did not see that he looked any different from what he did last year when he passed through Westbury. In the procession there was the Lord Mayor's gilt coach- - you may tell Mary it was nothing but glass and gold-and the heralds, who proclaimed the new king, wore something like wagoners' frocks, made of stiff gold cloth; and I heard "God save the King" played by fifteen trumpets altogether; and you might have walked on the heads of the people, as old nurse says; and when they shouted, it was like the roaring of the sea; and my uncle says I shall go to Windsor to see the dead king lie in state, before he is buried, for that is a very grand sight too. Yesterday I saw a real live lion eat his supper, and several leopards, and tigers, and panthers, and a hyena, and

many other animals too; and I was a little frightened just at first, for Exeter Change is no larger than our church, and the cages stand all round, and don't look so very strong; and when eight o'clock came, all the beasts began to grow impatient. First there was a growling among them, and then they rubbed themselves against the iron bars of the cages, and the leopards put their paws through, but you may guess I did not offer to shake hands with the gentlemen, though their skin is covered with pretty spots, and they jump about like greyhounds. The keepers were very busy dividing the meat, which was legs and shins of beef, into proper parts; and at last they went up to the old lion, who is always fed first-and then what a roaring there was!-I quite fancied I was in a forest, only I felt very glad I was not. The old lion and his wife had waited more patiently for their suppers than any other animals, but the keeper teazed the old fellow a little, just to show us what he could do; and when the bone was flung into the den-for they don't feed these animals by holding their meat to them, or they might chance to bite off a finger or two just by accidentwell, when the bone was flung to the lion-oh, mamma, I shall never forget his eyes, for they flared just like two lamps! and he crouched down and clutched the bone, and roared, as much as to say, "take it back if you dare;" but his face was so grand, it made me tremble, though I knew I was safe-I felt, mamma, just as I did last year when I heard the thunder among the mountains. I shall never forget that

lion; there was another, but he was more snappish, and yet did not make me tremble half so much. The leopards, and tigers, and panthers, took their meat playfully, but it was very terrible play-I should not like them to play with me, I know. The laughing hyena, poor old fellow !-was as tame as our Neptune, almost as stupid-he let the keeper plague him, and yet never grunted or grumbled; and he took his meat quietly from the keeper's hand. The panthers had each a very tough beefsteak, but they soon managed to tear it to pieces, and then lay down and licked their lips very merrily. There were two elephants, not fine fellows, but very funny ones: one was let out, and walked down the hall, and rang a bell when he was desired, and opened his mouth, expecting, no doubt, that something should be put in it; and his trunk reminded me of a large, large leech, screwing itself about, and sucking hold

of every thing within reach. It is very odd, but when all the other animals were roaring, and jangling the bars of their cages, I thought that if they had broken loose, I should have run to the elephants to protect me, and I think they would, though they were very ugly. After the animals had been fed, the pe licans were let out, and they scuffled up, flap, flapping their wings, just like great geese. They had each about three dozen small fish put in a bucket of water, and they scooped them out as fast as I could count, for their bills are half a yard long, and the bottom one that has a bag to it is just like a shrimper's net. They made every one laugh heartily. And afterwards I saw the snakes; they are kept in boxes, and wrapped up in flannel, like little babies : but I am sure you will be tired, so I will tell you all about the birds and monkeys another time, and about the Zoological Garden, which I like better than Exeter Change, because the poor things must be happier in fresh air, though many of them were starved to death last winter. And, mamma, I have seen the Tower. I can't awhile tell you all the history of it, but very likely you know that it stands upon twelve acres of ground within the walls, and that before it was used as a prison, it was a palace; and that now it is only a curiosity, but it is very curious indeed.

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I have also heard a musical instru ment; my uncle calls it the musical mountain, but its real name is the Apollonicon, played by a steam engine; some of its sounds made me think of the roar of the lion, but some of its tunes were very soft, softer than your piano.

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My uncle has taken me to some exhibitions, but I don't understand pictures, though I am nine years old. I liked Sir Thomas Lawrence's portraits of the kings, and generals, and people, for I saw them lighted up with gas, and the light made the uniforms look very beautiful; and I thought our George IV. looked more like a king than all the rest of the kings, and even emperors, that were hung up with him, though, in one picture, he had not half so much gold lace upon his clothes. I have been to the Thames Tunnel, a road that is being dug under the river Thames; and as it will be always dark because of being under ground, lamps will always be lighted. shiver rather, just as if I was walking into a vault; and it was strange to think that a river was rolling over your head, and ships sailing over your head, and

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steam vessels and boats, all over your head.

I have seen Saint Paul's Cathedral, and it is a quarter of a quarter of a mile long, and it was thirty-five years in building, and the hours on the great clock are marked in figures two feet long, and the great clock itself measures nineteen yards round; and from the floor up to the ball at the tip top of the dome, are six hundred and sixteen steps, more than enough to tire one pair of legs, I should think; and the great bell, that only tolls when the king and queen, and a few other people, die, can be heard twenty miles off; and the whispering gallery brings whatever is whispered on one side, close to your ear on the other; and when a door is shut opposite to you, it makes a noise like cannonading. And Lord Nelson lies buried in the tomb that Cardinal Wolsey intended for himself, and I am glad of it, for he deserved it much better.

This we take to be a very pretty model of a juvenile letter, and such a letter as many of the "larger growth" would be happy enough to write. Its simplicity is worth a volume of the idle gossip and worse spirit which men write in later years.

Literary Souvenir.

THIS Volume has perhaps been the most striking of all the Annuals. We do not mean to say it has been the most flourishing; although we believe its success to have equalled any of them. At all events the Souvenir is of higher grade than some of the works that pretend to foremost character. Our specimens are not, however, of the gay caste. Much of the poetry is good. First, there is The Legend of the Haunted Tree, by Mr. Praed; next is Waterloo, or the French version of the battle and its results; the Three Guests, a tale of nearly one hundred verses, by Mary Howitt; some sweet lines by T. K. Hervey; the Indian Girl's Lament; Lines on a Dead Child; Endsleigh, by the author of Dartmoor; the Maiden's Garland; and a host of minor pieces. We select one of the latter:

TO A CHILD BLOWING BUBBLES.
BY ALARIC A. WATTS.

Ah, that I were once more a careless child.
Coleridge.

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THRICE happy Babe! what golden dreams are thine,

As thus thou bidd'st thine air born bubbles soar

Who would not Wisdom's choicest gifts resign, To he, like thee," a careless child" once more.

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THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE.

THE forests of North America are now unceasingly groaning beneath the axe of the backwoodsman; and it is no uncom mon spectacle to behold a village smiling on the spot which a few months before was an almost impenetrable forest, or the haunt alone of the wild beast and the savage.

"Great changes," exclaimed I, as I alighted at the door of log building, in front of which swung a rude sign, to arrest the steps of the traveller. "A few years ago there was scarcely the trace of a white man to be seen, where I now behold a flourishing town, and a numerous colony of inhabitants, a large tract of the forest inclosed, and corn shooting up, amid the dying trunks of its aboriginal trees."

"Our village thrives," was the laconic remark of a tall, slender personage, who was lounging against the sign-post of the village inn, around which half-adozen idlers were assembled.

"True; civilization has made rapid strides, but the red men, I perceive, have not yet disappeared from among you." (Four or five Indians were lying stretched upon a bank, at a short dis tance from the inn door, basking in the rays of the setting sun.)

"Not yet," was the reply.

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come into the village to sell their peltries; but at present they are not very well satisfied with the intercourse wę have had together."

"How so; do you take advantage of their ignorance of the value of their merchandise ?"

"Possibly we do; but that is not their chief cause of dissatisfaction. They still prefer their council-grove and summary punishment, to our court-house and prison.

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"Court-house and prison! Cannot so small a community as this be kept together without the aid of such establishments?"

"I know not; but few communities, however small, are willing to try the experiment. As yet our prison has had but one tenant, and to his fate may be attributed the surly deportment of yonder savages. They belong to the same tribe."

I expressed a curiosity to hear the particulars of his story. My loquacious friend led the way into the tavern, where as soon as we were seated, he commen. ced his account in nearly the follow ing words :

"Tangoras was the chief of a neighbouring tribe of Indians. He is now advanced in years, but still retains much of the vigour of youth. Brave, expert in the chase, patient of fatigue, and beloved by his people, his voice is a law; for he is looked upon as the sole remaining example of what the tribe was before the Whites appeared among them. "He seems to have beheld the progress of civilization with the same feel ings that the shipwrecked mariner watches the approach of the wave that is to wash him from the rock on which he has attained a foothold. The land of his fathers had been wrested from him; he defended it bravely, until resistance was found to be fruitless; and when he became subject to the laws of the pale faces, he viewed their proceedings as tyrannical, and himself as little better than a slave.

"They told him that his condition would be ameliorated, but they would not suffer him to be happy in his own way; and, unluckily for the old chief, every one has his own peculiar mode of defining the term; for, although most people imagine they comprehend its meaning, it is a phrase on which scarcely two persons can be found to agree.

"When he complained of the injustice done him, they urged that the earth was given to man to cultivate, and that he who refuses to fulfil the condition. loses his title to it. In vain did

the old Indian argue, from the same authority, that the fowls of the air, and the beasts of the field, were also given for man's use, and that he therefore preserved his hunting-grounds inviolate; that he cultivated as much as his wants required; and that he who does more, brings a curse rather than a blessing upon his fellows, by introducing among them luxury and its attendant evils.

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"They also told him, that the Chris tian religion confers upon its professors, who are the immediate heirs of heaven, a right to the soil, paramount to any human claim. The old chief, as he bowed to the decision, calmly replied, While you, who profess superior know ledge, are taught to pursue a line of action, as perfect as can come within the comprehension of human intellect, wherever the Cross has appeared, instead of awakening the best feelings of your nature, the demon of destruction seems to have been roused within you, and death and desolation have followed. Though you tell me it is the emblem of peace to all mankind, to us, at least, it has heretofore been the signal of war, of exterminating and merciless war.'

But to proceed with my story:

"Tangoras seldom entered the villages of the Whites, and refused to make use of our manufactures. He dressed himself in skins, instead of the blankets which his, people had adopted; for he said he would live as his fathers had lived, and die as they had died. About a year ago, at the head of a dozen of his tribe, he descended yonder hill by the narrow path which winds over it.-His followers were laden with peltries; but the old chief marched erect, with his tomax only in his hand, and his hunting-knife stuck in his girdle; for he scorned to be a packhorse for the pale faces.

"As he entered the village, his countenance was stamped with more than usual austerity. spoke to him, but he made no reply. He refused to enter our cabins, and turned away from food when it was proffered to him. He stretched himself beneath the shade of the cypress tree which hangs over yonder spring, while his followers proceeded to dispose of their merchandise.

"It so happened that four or five Indians, belonging to a tribe inhabiting a tract of country somewhat lower down the river, were in the village at the same time. They had made their sales and purchases, and were about to depart as Tangoras and his people appeared. They soon mingled together, and a low guttural conversation ensued. From the

violence of their gesticulations, we concluded that the subject was of deep interest. A tall, handsome savage of about five-and-twenty years of age, active and athletic, kept aloof from the crowd, and appeared to be the subject of conversation, from the ferocious glances cast at him by the tribe of Tangoras. He was evidently uneasy, and as he slowly receded, as if intending to leave the village, he kept his dark eye lowering suspiciously upon the crowd. He had already passed the furthermost house, and had drawn nigh to the spot where Tangoras was reclining, too much wrapped in his own reflections to attend to what was going forward. The sound of footsteps awakened his attention; he slowly turned his Herculean frame, and appear ing to recognise the young savage, sprang in an instant upon his feet. A fierce yell succeeded, which the distant hills reechoed, and the next instant we beheld the stranger flying like the affrighted deer from the famished wolf, towards the mountains. Tangoras followed close behind. They crossed the plain with the rapidity of an arrow from a bow; and at intervals the fiend-like yell of the old chief startled the eagle as he enjoyed his circling flight in the upper air. "In crossing the plain, the youthful activity of the fugitive Indian enabled him to exceed the speed of his pursuer, but in ascending the opposite ridge, it was evident that he was losing ground sensibly. A shout of triumph which the evening breeze carried from mountain to mountain, proclaimed that Tangoras was aware of his advantage. The rest of the savages watched the chase with intense interest, and preserved a dead silence. They scarcely breathed, as they leaned forward with their eyes fixed upon the parties ascending the rugged and winding path. The young Indian now stood upon a bare rock on the brow of the ridge. He paused for a moment to breathe. The motion of his body did not escape us as he drew a deep inspiration. He cast a look downwards upon his pursuer, who followed close after him: it was but a momentary glance, and the young man disappeared on the opposite side of the mountain. Tangoras sprang upon the rock, sent forth a yell, and the next moment was out of sight also. He did not pause to breathe, nor did he slacken his pace as he ascended the ridge; he could have kept on from the rising to the setting of the sun, without fatigue, or without abating his speed; for he united with the strength of the rugged bear the activity of the deer; nor did he fear

to wrestle with the one without a weapon, or to hunt down the other without a dog to keep him on the trail.

"They were no sooner out of sight than the savages in the village started in pursuit of them. As they sprang over the plain, they yelled and leaped like a herd of famished wolves on the scent of their prey. It was, indeed, a wild sight to behold them rushing along the narrow path over the mountain.

"The fugitive pursued his course down the western declivity with increased swiftness. It was the race of a maniac. He leaped from rock to rock at the hazard of his life, and had gained considerably upon Tangoras, who followed with his eye fixed upon his victim, and without slackening his speed. At intervals he sent forth the piercing war-whoop, and the fearful sound increased the speed of the fugitive.

"At the base of the mountain runs a river, deep and rapid. The fugitive came rushing down the path with the ungoverned velocity of a thing inanimate. He reached the green bank of the stream, and without pausing, sprang into its waves. The current bore him rapidly along, and the cool water refreshed his burning body. He had not swam many yards when Tangoras stood upon the bank, and immediately with a heavy plunge dashed into the river; he beat aside the waves with his sinewy arms; his head was elevated, and his broad chest parted the water, even as the prow of a vessel. He glided upon the surface as though he had been a creature of the element, and the small waves leaped about his brawny neck in playful wantonness. By this time the rest of the savages appeared on the brow of the mountain, and they rushed down the rugged path, like fiends at their sport, leaping from crag to crag, as reckless of danger as though they had been immortal. As they threw their reeking bodies into the water, the fugitive was about ascending the bank on the opposite side. Tangoras was close behind him, for he had gained upon him considerably in the passage of the river. The race was now resumed. The fugitive darted off with renewed vigour, and the old chief followed at a steady pace across the verdant plain, through which the river pursues its way.

This Narrative will be concluded in No. 462 of The Mirror; and the Spirit of the Annuals will be resumed in another Supplementary Sheet.

Printed and Published by J. LIMBIRD, 143, Strand, (near Somerset House,) London; sold by ERNEST FLEISCHER, 626, New Market, Leipsic; and by all Newsmen and Booksellers.

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