successivé times. Continue this practice every night and morning as long as you see occasion.

Varieties.

AN English gentleman and his friend travelling through a track of woods in one of the western states, took with him an Indian lad as guide. In the course of the day they separated, and one of them finding some curious berries, sent them to his companion by the lad, with a note specifying the number. The one who received the present, found some of the berries missing, and having reprimanded the boy for eating or losing them, sent him back for more. The gentleman forwarded a second parcel with the number again marked on the note. The boy played the same trick with these, delivering only part of what he received. This procured a second scolding. Whereupon the Indian fell down upon his knees, and kissed the paper, saying, "I found out the first time this paper was a witch or a conjurer; but now he has proved his power to be supernatural indeed; because he tells that which he did not see; for when I flung away the last berries, for the sake of experiment, I took care to slip the note under a stone, that it might not know what was passing.'

THE PRUSSIAN GENTLEMAN.-Hans is a fellow of some humour, and has more than once on examination afforded mirth to the lawyers. On one occasion he had to justify bail, and was probed pretty deeply as to the extent and character of his property; he had to justify to the amount of 7007. "So Mr. Kutzlas," commenced the counsel, " you are, it seems, a man of wealth. Pray sir, of what does your property consist?" Of pictures." "Oh, oh! pictures. Well, I am a bit of an amateur myself and so 'tis lucky we have fallen into each other's hands. We can have some talk on the arts, I declare you have quite the look of one of the cognoscenti. What are these pictures?". Ay, I have one picture dat-" "Ah! let us hear about that one picture. That's doubtless the eye and soul of the collection. At how much do you value it?" "At a thousand pounds." "A thousand pounds! A Rembrant, doubtless? "No!" "Well, a Titian? a Claude? a Correggio? a Rubens? aby none of the great masters? and yet you value it at a thousand pounds! Pray, who's picture is it?" "Mein vife's," was the laconic answer of the witness. The counsel was silent, and the court laughed at the connubial spirit displayed by our hero. Mon. Mag.

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CONFESSION OF AN IRISH PEASANT.Luke M. Geoghan being at confession, owned among other things that he had stolen a pig from Tim Carrol. The priest told him he must make restitution; Luke couldn't- how could he, when he had eaten it long ago? Then he must give Tim one of his own. No; Luke didn't like that-it wouldn't satisfy his conscience-it wouldn't be the downright identical pig he stole. Well, the priest said, if he wouldn't he'd rue it, for that the corpus delictum, Tim's pig, would be brought forward against him at the final reckoning. "You don't mane that, father?" "Indeed but the father did." "And may be Tim himself will be there too?" "Most certainly." "Och, then, why bother about the trifle this side the grave? If Tim's there, and the pig's there, sure I can make restitution to him then, you know."

MAGIC LANTERN.When barrel organs, the usual accompaniment of the magic lantern, came into use, a native of the province of Tende was one of the first who travelled about Europe with this instrument. In his peregrinations he collected money enough to enable him to purchase from the King of Sardinia the title of Count of the country where he was born; for which probably in a time of war he did not pay above a thousand guineas. With the remainder of his money he purchased an estate suitable to his rank, and settled himself peaceably for the remainder of his days in his mansion. In the entrance hall of his dwelling he hung up his magic lantern and his organ facing the door, there to be carefully preserved till they mouldered to dust; and he ordered by his will, that any of his descendants who should cause them to be removed, should forfeit his inheritance, and his patrimony revert to the next heir, or in failure of a successor, to the hospital of Tende. Within these few years the organ and lantern were still to be seen carefully preserved.

COACH TRAVELLING 120 YEARS SINCE. -The following advertisement appeared in the "Newcastle Courant," in 1712, one hundred and twenty years since. It will be seen that the journey from Edinburgh to London then took thirteen days for its performance by a stage coach; it is now performed in forty-four hours:"Edinburgh, Berwick, Newcastle, Durham, York, and London stage-coach, begins on Monday, the 18th of October, 1712. All that desire to pass from Edinburgh to London, or from London to Edinburgh, or any place on that road, let them repair to Mr. John Baillie's, at the Coach and Horses, at the Head of

Cannongate, Edinburgh, every other Saturday; or to the Black Swan, in Holborn, London, every other Monday; at both which places they may be received in a stage-coach, which performs the whole journey in thirteen days, without any stoppage, (if God permit,) having 80 able horses to perform the whole stage. Each passenger paying four pounds ten shillings for the whole journey, allowing each passenger 20 pound weight, and all above to pay sixpence a pound. The coach sets out at six o'clock in the morning. Performed by Henry Harrison, Robert Yorke, Richard Speight, Richard Craft."

RALEIGH'S HUMANITY. Raleigh's influence with Elizabeth saved from death Mr. John Udall, a pious minister, whose zeal for the reformation of Epis copacy had offended the queen, and brought down upon him the vengeance of her bishops and judges. He also interceded in behalf of a brave officer named Spring, to whom the Government owed a large sum, which was unjustly withheld, although the veteran had received many wounds in her Majesty's service. It is reported that Elizabeth, somewhat irritated at these and similar applications for the unfortunate, on his telling her one day he had a favour to ask, impatiently exclaimed, "When, Sir Walter, will you cease to be a beggar?" To which he made the noted answer, gracious Majesty ceases to be a benefactor."

"When your

CESAR'S STILE. Did the reader ever hear the tale of "Cæsar's Stile ?"-that of Agricola's long ladle he may probably have read in the "Antiquary." Dr. Stukely, or some other antiquarian, was travelling through England, when he heard that on a certain hill there was a

stile called "Cæsar's Stile." "Ay," said the doctor," such a road, mentioned in Antoninus, passed near here; and the

traditional name of this stile confirms the

probability of a Roman camp on this spot." Whilst he was surveying the prospect, a peasant came up, whom the doctor addressed :-"They call this Cæsar's Stile, my friend, do they not?" -"Ees, zur," said the man, 66 they calls it so ar'ter poor old Bob Cæsar, the carpenter, (rest his soul !); I helped him to make it, when I was a boy."

o'clock, the dinner not having been served, and said, "Lord Dudley, the ladies are famishing for want, and I am afraid my wife will have a fit." "My dear fellow," said his lordship," what can I do, as Lord and Lady Londonderry have not arrived ?" Mr. took his hat and walked to Holdernesse House. "It must be a mistake," said the porter, "for my lord and lady dine at Rosebank." The gentleman returned, and communicated to Lord Dudley the result of his inquiry. "True, true!"returned his lordship, "I intended to have asked them, but forgot it.” He was very eccentric when in office, and often astonished his under secretaries by the directions which he gave, but his dispatches at that time gave no evidence of mental weakness. to be attended to, is a careful regulation PRESERVATION OF SIGHT. The first thing of the use of the eyes in regard to length of time, as far as this is practicable: entire disuse of them suddenly would be almost as injurious as a continued straining of them beyond their capabilities. They should, therefore, be variously employed as much as this can be done, not applying them too long or too intently to the same object, but relieving them by change of scene and diversity of occupation. Another means that will be found to be beneficial, and to help the eyes where much relaxation cannot be obtained, consists in shutting them now and then while at work, going into the air, looking out at an open window, especially if there be any trees or verdure within sight; this interval of rest, though only a few minutes continueyes, and enable them to resume their emance, will be found greatly to relieve the ployment with comparative pleasure. A third caution is, that those who are conscious from experience that their sight has been weakened by its severe and protracted exercise, or arising from any other cause, should carefully avoid all attention to minute objects, or such business the visual faculty, immediately on rising; or study as requires close application of and the less it is taxed for a while after eating, or by candle-light, the better. The fourth means I have already recommended, viz. bathing the eyes frequently through the day with cold water. Though the simple effect of this may for a time be hardly perceptible, yet if duly persevered in, I can vouch for its producing the happiest results. So long as there is no actual disease of the eyes, only cold water should be used; and this, applied in the gentlest manner, will soon become sufficiently tepid for all the ends of utility and comfort.

Curtis's Treatise.

In life's most secret places.

In the early reign of Anne, when the political disquisitions of Steele's Crisis and the Whigs diverted the attention of the nation at home, our foreign suppliants, the Dutch, and the Grand Alliance of the Confederacy, excited great commotion on the frontiers. The fort of Gibraltar, and the strongholds of Portugal and Spain, gave birth to bloody contests. Marlborough, like our Wellington, gained splendid glories by his able generalship with the enemy; victory upon victory crowned him and his assisting officers-he, with the Dukedom of Blenheim and a magnificent fame trumpeted forth throughout Europe. The gallant and talented Earl of Peterborough was an active participator in the welfare of her majesty and his country; zealous in maintaining the bravery of our national character, pre

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eminent where it is tried for unshaken firmness and an undying spirit of valorous enthusiasm by sea and land.

On the 26th November, 1703, a general consternation prevailed by the visitation of the great storm, which began at midnight, and whose violence neither trees nor houses were able to resist: whole woods were laid almost as flat as if they had fallen to the axe, and trees of great bulk were torn up by the roots. The roofs of most houses were uncovered, many chimneys blown down, the lead on the roofs of churches curled up like rolls of parchment, and the dreadful effects of its fury appeared in the morning.

Though many lives were lost in Dauntsey and other places, greater loss was experienced at sea; many ships of the royal navy and merchantmen perishing upon our coast, and many others driven from their anchors to the coast of Norway. An eye-witness describes the distress of her majesty's ship Association, a second rate of 96 guns, commanded by Sir Stafford Fairborne, which sailed from the Downs in company with seven other capital ships, under the command of Sir Cloudesley Shovel, in their return from

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Leghorn. The Association was driven from her anchors; the night was pitch dark, but what was more awful, the Galloper, a dangerous sand, was under her lee, so that she was in danger of striking upon it. Driving thus at the mercy of the waves, she, in the morning, passed over the tail of the Galloper in seven fathoms of water. The sea, boisterous and angry, all in a foam, was ready to swallow her up, and the ship at that time received a sea on her starboard side, which beat over all, broke and washed several half ports, and forced in the entering port. She took in such a vast quantity of water, that it kept her down upon her side, and every one believed that she would not have risen again, had not the water been speedily let down into the hold by scuttling the decks. During this consternation, two of the lower gun-deck ports were pressed open by this mighty weight of water, the most hazardous accident next to touching the ground that could have happened. The hurricane seemed to gather strength, for words were no sooner uttered but they were carried away by the wind, so that, although those upon deck spoke loud and close to each other,

The ship

yet they could not often distinguish what was said. Part of the sprit-sail, though fast furled, was blown away from the yard. A ten oar boat, that was lashed on her starboard side, was often hove up by the strength of the wind and overset upon her gun-wale. We plainly saw the wind skimming up the water as if it had been sand, carrying it up into the air, which was then so thick and glooming, that daylight, which should have cheered us, rendered the scene more ghastly. The sun gleamed through the rims of the clouds at intervals and disappeared. wanting anchors and cables, our wood and candles expended, no beer on board, nor anything else in lieu, every one reduced to one quart of water per diem. The men, who had been harassed at Belle Isle, and in our Mediterranean voyage, now jaded by continued fatigues of the storms, falling sick every hour, the viceadmiral in this exigency put into Gottenburgh." Thus," said Charles Danvers, "after peril, death, famine, disease, courage and perseverance, I, for one, out of many of the gallant crew, survived to reach my native land."

But as soon as his uncle's (the Earl of

Peterborough) mission was known at his residence, Dauntsey-house, for a continental contest, Danvers, who was a promising and fine young midshipman, felt an enthusiasm incidental to a true hero in arms and war stirring in his spirit; he longed to sail again on the proud ocean, to strike the lightning of his genius on the conflicting elements, like as when thunder accompanies the fire in the storm. His uncle, influenced by a kindred feeling, received the proposed adventure in the conflict, expected as a certainty to ensue, to assist Charles the Third in the rightful possession of the Spanish monarchy.Charles Danvers, therefore, became more impatient as the time advanced for his departure, and his soul seened already in the engagement. But little, or no, regret would have been felt by this noble resolution, had not a passion of another description involved another person in the issue this passion was love, which nourishes or consumes the human tenement, just as its fires are directed by the mutual tendance or neglect which inspires or deserts it-the common enemy or friend of all human misery or bliss. The visits which Charles had made to the rector's daughter, Rosalie, at the parsonage, were too frequent and too agreeably accepted to be misunderstood. As all lovers ought to be, they were of an age, and knew nothing of the selfish covetings of the world; but they understood the reciprocal influence passing in their hearts. The idea of his quitting the scenes of love's first virgin budding and cherishing blossoms, was like fixing an arrow in the centre of the bosom; but Charles assured Rosalie that into whatever danger he might be called, his love should not forsake him; and he conjured her to offer her prayers without ceasing for his protection and safe return to that quiet which he hoped to enjoy with her hereafter. This interposition, sweet as it was, and flattering as it proved to a maiden's burning wishes, but feebly requited her for the intervals of suspense and despair likely to intervene. But in this aspect of their hopes, marriage could not be entertained.

The day before Charles must bid an adieu to the spot and object of his attachment, as Rosalie leaned full of lassitude in the long carved lattice window-seat, checquered with lead in diamond panes, and branches laden with flowers; her father sitting at the side of his study and library, in his velvet cap, fringed by silvery hair, in spectacles, with pens, ink and paper, and a table-book, with two or three volumes open, and composing his next Sunday's discourse, well seasoned with Latin and Greek, and a loose robe

wrapped round him, as he directed the pen over the blank paper with divine thoughts and ethic examples. Her mother, who was at the same moment working a firescreen of the scene to represent the portraiture of a favourite dog, observing an unusual paleness lying over Rosalie's countenance, after she turned the hourglass on the table, while the rays of the sun lingered on it, put down her work and said

"What aileth thee, my child?-Our dear girl, master, doth not thrive of late." The good old divine raised his eyes over his spectacles and said"Rony, art thou not well, my love?" "I hope I shall be better, my dear father."

"If aught disturbeth thy health, child, and I can learn the cause, the Herbal will set thee in order-I will consult it anon. Get Culpepper, my dear."

A knock being given at the door, and a stranger, by the barking of the dog, entering the parlour, checked this colloquy for the present. This was a young collegian, and friend of Dr. Sherlock, Dean of St. Paul's, London; having especial business with the rector respecting the feuds in Ireland and Scotland, so prevailing at this period about church discipline and matters of conscience. Rosalie and her mother withdrew into the cypress walk behind the parsonage-house, leading to the earl's mansion; and ere they had time to conjecture as to the result of the interview between the collegian and the rector, Charles joined them, linking his fingers with those of Rosalie.