very careful even in his hurry not to dirty his black silk stockings-he carried a new umbrella over his shoulder in the fashion of a firelock, and by his eyes turned up to the heavens, seemed to be watching for an opportunity of using it. Having hailed the coachman by a knowing motion of the fore-finger, Jehu drove up-" Please to take care of my umbrella," said the little man. The umbrella was handed up, and the gentleman in black seated in a moment by the side of the coachman. He immediately resumed his umbrella, and, placing it in its original posture over his shoulder, nearly put the quaker's eyes out with the ferrule. Our new companion was not at all silent; he seemed unable to speak on any subject. except that of the weather, and, even on this one, confined all his remarks and questions to rain." I thought it would rain when I set out-But it has not rained yet.Do you think it will rain, Sir?-I hope you had not a rainy night of it.-Have you had much rain in town, Sir? We want rain very much in this part of the country. I wonder whether they want rain in Suffolk.Rainy seasons are very unwholesome.-If we had more rain, we should not have so much dust."-This last pithy observation was excited by the wheels of the mail having passed through one of those numerous heaps of dust which had been swept to the side of the road preparatory to its removal; a circumstance which had discomposed the gentleman in black by having lodged a few particles of dust on his clothes. During the period which he occupied in remedying this accident, we had a little cessation from his perpetual alarum; but upon my replying to some question of the quaker's, upon the subject of taking degrees at Oxford, the word struck upon his ear, and he immediately exclaimed, Pray, Sir, at what number of degrees did ye say the thermometer was, when you last saw it?" At this very moment the shackle

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of one of the springs gave way, and the coach being quite on the side of the road, the shock was so great, that away went coach, coachman, guard, and passengers. I had scarcely time to observe the little gentleman's umbrella opening of itself, and its master sprawling in the air, before I found myself seated beside the quaker in a soft ditch. Being luckily more frightened than hurt, we both ran to the assistance of the screaming insides, whom, with the help of the coachman (the guard thought more of his bags than the passengers) we succeeded in extricating. We were all rubbing our bruises, lamenting the accident, and considering what was to be done, when a little figure, bearing the resemblance of a walking heap of dust, moulded into the shape of a man, stepped up to the other side of the carriage and addressed the coachman with," Pray, Sir, have you seen my umbrella?" "No," replied Jehu, rather surlily-who the devil are you?"-"I was the gentleman in black," rejoined the little personage, in the same small 'smirky tone of voice, and, indeed, it required his own assertion to enable us to recognise our companion with the umbrella;— fortunately for his inside, but unfortunately for his outside, he had been pitched into the middle of one of the identical dust hills, which had before annoyed him, and had crept out so covered, that there was not a speck of his black to be seen.

As the accident had happened close to Birmingham, and as the guard had found a conveyance for his bags, insides and outsides determined to walk to the town;— when feeling some little pain by my fall, and no interest in those who were likely to be my companions, I determined not to pursue my journey till some well-filled coach should present me with the hope of more interesting insides and outsides, to form the subject of any future lucubration.

SCRAPS,

ORIGINAL AND SELECTED.

"Inest sua gratia parvis."

Extract from a Letter from " Jonas, an Ex-Mail-Horse."

Soon after, I found myself a fresh and healthy young horse, in the hands of a dealer ;-and oh! Sir, now comes the bitter tale of woe. Men change themselves sometimes into strange and disgusting animals, and think themselves happy and respectable; but never to the deadliest foe I have had, would I wish the misery of being, as I was, tortured to death in the traces of that curse upon horse-flesh, a fast-travelling mail. I have much to say, and I am sure that from so intelligent and all-knowing a being*, you would like to hear much; but I have been of late so distressed for breath, that I have the greatest horror of wasting it: I will, therefore, only just beg you to imagine, as well as you can, the panting, the toil, the sweat, the agony, the terrors, the painthe labouring of the heart and lungs-the reeling of the head-the sinking of the knees the bursting of the eyes-the lolling tongue-the parched throat-the brutal and maliciously-aimed scourgings-and all the dreadful miseries to which the poor animal is doomed who, for the despatch of business, must run ten miles an

* In the former part of the letter, Jonas relates divers transmigrations, from the time of Alexander the Great downwards.-Ed.

hour! You may imagine it as much as you will, but you must come infinitely short of the sad reality: I know it, but I cannot tell it.

I felt a little consolation, one night, at the outset of the stage-(we worked only seven miles an hour then)— to hear the guard (who having no passengers thought it unnecessary to take care of the bags, and had therefore perched himself on the box) say to the coachman, (excuse these parentheses, for I have the rumbling of the wheels yet in my head,) I felt a little consolation, I say, to hear him, after d- his eyes, remark to the coachman that there was a bill then in the house-(ah, Sir, I was in that house when I was not a horse)-for preventing cruelty to animals. I was consoled, Sir, for I hoped for some relief; but good heavens! "what a piece of work is man:"-" There is, is there?" said the dram-drinking brute who drove us, giving me at the same moment a furious cut over the eyes, though I assure you, Sir, I was then drawing more than my share, while the offwheeler was running in slack traces ;-" There is-is there?" said he, b— his limbs-(and here, Sir, I could not help joining in his curse, which, for a horse, you know was wrong)-" and there's another bill in the house, too, I hear 'em say, for making the mail run twelve miles an hour." I heard, and my heart sunk within me-I don't know if the bill passed, but we soon found that we must run ten miles in the hour. The first dreadful evening came on: in the 15th mile I laboured in agony; a hill was then before us, but we must not slacken :-the whip resounded;-the curse roared over our heads:-we strained-we panted-we reeled-we trembled-we groaned !—Already at the brow of the hill we had arrived, when my heart burst, and I

was released from torment, and life in a moment!-Ex

aminer.

A JACOBITE SONG.

Welcome, welcome, my clansmen bold,
Here mid the rocks our court we hold;
Our hearts though few, are staunch and true,
And never were false for gold.

Our Prince's plume is the eagle's feather,
His regal couch is the purple heather,
His limbs are arrayed in the Stuart plaid
Fit pomp for our mountain weather.
Welcome to wander with Charlie here,

A hunting in freedom the stout red deer,
With heart and with hand true to old Scotland,
And the right of the Chevalier.

There has lately issued from the press, a work entitled "Letters on England," by the Count de Soligny. If it be in truth the production of a foreigner, it displays the most acute penetration into our character and manners, and a very great felicity in sketching them. National prejudice, evinced in the first few letters, wears off by degrees,-and, towards the end, the Count becomes tinged, on many subjects, with the Anglomanie. He does not, however, (and no wonder,) get reconciled to our gloomy and supercilious tone of society and deportment;-and gives us a few rubs on that subject, which it would be quite as well if we were to attend to. His observations extend to nearly all subjects-quite all, indeed, if we except politics, from which he has evinced the most scrupulous forbearance; unless, perhaps, the absence of this enthralling topic arises from the suppression by the translator, of the letters and passages which relate to it-for where was there ever a