Volito vivius per ora virum," of your crowded workshops, and, as soon as you rise, open all the win- His goose-quill and foolscap were dows of your bed-rooms. Never quickly in requisition, and he acsleep in a room without a chimney tually wrote a treatise, stating cirin it, nor block that up. Inatten- cumstantially what he himself had tion to this advice, be assured, will seen, and in conclusion, giving it as bring diseases on yourselves, and the settled conviction of his mind, engender among you typhus fever, that rooks were subject to epilepsy.

which is only another name for pu

trid fever, which will carry off your wives and children. Let me again

Pride of Ancestry.

In the castles and palaces of the repeat my se serious advice: open your ancient nobility of France, the tapes

windows to

let in

the

fresh air,

what I say: I speak now without a fee, and can have no other interest but your good, in this my advice.”

least once in the day. Remember try frequently presents memorials their pride of ancestry. tapestry of an apartment in the pa lace of the Duke de Croy, at Paris, is a representation of the Deluge, in which a man is seen running after Noah, and calling out: "My good

Learned Lumber.

friend, save archives of CROYS!"

Another piece of tapestry in the palace of the Duke de Levis represents the Virgin Mary with an ancestor of the de Levis stand bareheaded before her. " Dear cousin," says she, "pray be covered!"-and he replies: "Cousin, I would rather

Amongst the deliramenta of the learned, which have amused mankind, the following, instance merits conspicuous rank. Some years ago, there were several large elm trees in the College Garden, behind the Ecclesiastical Court, Doctors' Commons, in which a number of rooks had taken up their abode, forming in appearance a sort of convocation of äerial Ecclesiasticks. A young Gentleman, who lodged in an attick, and was their close neighbour freThe death of M. Perrier, of the quently entertained himself with thinning this covey of black game, Royal Academy of Sciences, has ocby means of a cross bow. On the casioned a strange mistake. The opposite side lived a curious old Secretary of the Royal Society of civilian, who, observing from his Sciences happens to be also named study, that the rooks often dropt Perrier. At a recent meeting of senseless from their perch, or, as it the latter body, the Chevalier-enmay be said, without using a figure, tered with a countenance woe-behopp'd the twigg, making no sign, gone, took his place among his nor any sign being made to his vi- brethren, then solemnly stood, drew sion to account for the phenomenon, forth a manuscript from his pocket, set his wits to work to consider the and with a voice of the deepest sorcause. It was probably during a row, began a funeral oration "upon profitless time of peace, and the doc- his deceased friend." What was tor, having plenty of leisure, weigh his surprise, when the "deceased ed the matter over and over, till he friend" stood up from the Presiwas at length fully satisfied that he dent's chair, which he filled (the had made a great ornithological dis- panegyrist was so blinded with tears covery, that its promulgation would as not to observe him sooner), degive wings to his fame, and that he clined the honour about to be conwas fated by means of these rooks ferred on him, thanked his friend in the warmest terms, and proposed,

:

Poetry.

amidst roars of laughter, to adjourn the reading of the oration sine die. Advantage of Second Thoughts.

A French cobler had resolved to commit suicide, and to make his exit the more heroick, prepared the following memorial, in writing:"I follow the lesson of a great master, and as Moliere says,

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I shall be laughed at." He now got Moliere, read a few comedies, and returned to his usual occupation of mending shoes.

American Benevolence.

No sooner had the melancholy news of the two fires at Newfoundland reached Boston (N. America), than a subscription was immediately raised for their relief, and a ves"When all is lost, and even hope is fled." sel freighted with provisions for their He had just written thus far, and use. Such was the energy displayapplied the fatal instrument to the ed, that the ship was loaded in 12 carotid artery, when suddenly re- hours, and such the general feeling collecting, he stopped. and cried to of benevolence, that even the porhimself, "Eh! but is it Moliere ters refused any compensation for who says so?-I shall make sure their labour.

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A LADY'S CHOICE.

Supposed to be written by herself.
Whene'er to change my present state,
Kind heav'n shall decree,
Be this the model of my mate:
In mind and body free.

Let honour all his actions guide,
Be upright and sincere ;
Let virtue in his breast reside,

And lodge sweet Pity there.

Let him have never been the cause
Of injur'd virgin's tears;

Or sorrows which, by Nature's laws,
The feeling parent bears.

In learning and in sense complete,
And wholly free from pride;
No foppish dress, but plain, and neat,
Have reason on his side.

Poetry.

T. W. K.

When sickness shews us life's dim-waxing lamp,

And bids us turn our dark'ning eyes above,

Verses written in the Porch of a Cottage at When friends hang o'er our beds, and wipe

Cheam, Surrey.

Embosom❜d in shrubs and in flowers,
Whilst all things in beauty appear,
I cannot enjoy the soft hours,
The half of my heart is not here.

My wife, and the friend of my breast
Tho' ever attentive and kind,
Can no longer-it must be confess'd,
Assuage every pang of the mind.

We've prattlers still left at home,
They ask our affection and care,
Uncheck'd in our flight can we roam,
Just like the free tenants of air?

Though friendship is sacred and dear,
With the noblest of virtues enroll'd,
There are feelings that still are as near,
And innocence gives them their hold.

Come then to the town let us wend,
Where good hun or so often has smiled;
But if turning the back on a friend,
'Tis to meet the sweet face of a child.
MARITUS.
A SWEET RETURN OF GRATITUDE.
Lines written by Mr. James King, of Old
Weston, Huntingdonshire; and sent to Mr.
Knighton his neighbour, accompanying a

the damp

Cold dews of death with the soft hand of love,

'Tis good to have and feel that inward power Which doth surpass the strong man's puny

might:

Prepared thus, in life's most fateful hour

We unappalled stand, and brave its spite;
But better still, and cause for praise, to have
Fair conscience sitting smilingly and calm,
Fresh-living hopes that look beyond the grave,
And are to wounded hearts a present balm ;
And cheerful, wholesome thoughts, which
smile and bloom

Above the body's wreck, like flow'rets o'er a
tomb.
C. F. W.
Hard by there is a secret green wood nook,
Happily by faries form'd, for the repose
And pleasure of their queen :-a silvery brook,
Reflecting all that overhangs it,-flows
Musically by, with noise of many springs;

The young birds tenant it, and woo, and pair,
And silent sit to hear the thrush, who sings

His frequent song of summer-blytheness

there;-
"Twill soon be reach'd, if we use willing speed;
Our light steps shall not rouse the grasshopper,
Then let us hence--making so little stir,
And we will pass the hours in such employ
I have a song to breathe-a book to read-
As shall to our twin hearts give certain joy.
C. F. W.

END OF VOL. I.