lining, which was of the finest lambs' wool, looking infinitely warmer as well as softer, and more comfortable then anything I had ever seen. He then, in the most obliging manner, requested that I would put it on, adding, in his own expressive way, he was sure I should be warm enough then. I felt myself wavering; but, summoning up my reso lution, I determined I would not yield, so, quitting him abruptly, I ordered my horse, and being resolved, once and for ever, to rid myself of this odious stranger, I mounted as quickly as possible, and putting spurs to his side, for I heard the stranger calling loudly for his horse, I galloped the whole of the way home and I can safely swear that nothing whatever passed me on the road.

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Now, said I, at any rate I have distanced him and knocking at my door, it was quickly opened by my wife, who had been anxiously expecting me. After our usual salutation, she informed me I should meet an old friend up stairs, who had been waiting my arrival.. With an old friend, a good bottle of wine, and a warm fire,' said I, I can forget every thing:' and hastening up stairs-it would be impossible to describe my confusion before me was seated the identical stranger, with the mysterious cloak hanging over the arm of the chair on which he sat! He rose as I entered-rage prevented me from uttering a word. He bowed politely, saying, That he hoped he was not an intruder; but, after our having passed some hours together on our journey, he thought he might make bold to beg a night's lodging, having found himself benighted close to my house.' I was so thunderstruck that I could not say a word in answer. My wife now entered the room, and complained of the cold. She said the

fire had gone out soon after my friend arrived, and, what is very strange,' added she, Iwe were unable to light it again. I have been to order a bed to be made for your friend-and I have ordered the sheets to be aired, as the night is rather cold.' 'Oh!' said the stranger, you need not mind that-I always sleep warm enough!' and, pointing to his cloak, he gave a most expressive but sarcastic smile. This was almost too much; yet what could I do? I had no excuse to turn him out. Suppose it should be the German ?-tush! nonsense! but however I tried to rid myself of this thought, I never could succeed in entirely banishing it; such strong hold has the idea of supernatural interference on a superstitious mind. I resolved, however, in mere contradiction to my opinion, to put up with his company this once; and, endeavouring to appear as unconcerned as possible, I made suitable acknowledgments in the best way I could.

After a painful silence, which was only disturbed by the chattering of our teeth, we soon dispatched our supper, for everything was cold. Silence again ensued: till at length I caught up a candle, for I could bear it no longer, and asked the stranger if I should shew him his room; he consented, and bowing to my wife, took his cloak and followed me...

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When we came into his room, I observed the water was frozen in the ewer; I will order the servant,' said I, to bring you some warm water in the morning to shave with.' He replied, that he had rather I would not give myself so much trouble on his accouut, for that he could lather his face with snow!' He then asked me if I slept warm? 'I am afraid,' said I, 'I shall not do so to-night.' He placed his cloak in my hand, saying, with a

chuckle, 'I had only to throw it over me and my wife, and he was sure we should be warm enough then!'-I threw down the cloak, and rushed out of the room.

I joined my wife down stairs, who, on my upbraiding her with the folly of inviting a perfect stranger to sleep in the house, told me that he had introduced himself as an old friend of mine, who wished to see me on particular business. I then hinted my suspicions concerning him, and that 1 thought it was through him we were thus grievously tormented by the cold.

I went to bed-but not to sleep -not all the blankets in the world could ever have made me warm. I hesitated whether I should not go and turn the stranger out, thus late as it was; but I might be mistaken after all; he was very gentlemanly, and behaved throughout with the greatest propriety, so that I could have no excuse for so doing. -And though there were many strange circumstances attending his presence, still they might be accidental. I resolved, at least, to wait patiently for the morning, though I felt as if I was exposed to the air on a cold winter's night; but I was doomed again to be disturbed. I had locked my room door (my constant custom upon going to bed) when, about one o'clock, as I was lying wide awake, the stranger -the German-the fiend-for I believe he was all three, entered my room! how, I know not--I heard no noise. A horrid trembling immediately came over me-my knees knocked together-my teeth chattered-my hair stood on end-I could scarcely draw my breath. What could be his purpose? to murder me?-no-no, I see it allthe fiend in the mysterious cloak, well aware of all my fears and apprehensions-he thinks by that to gain his purpose; and fancying I am

asleep, he comes, no doubt, to cast that upon me, and thus give the fiend, his master, in some way or other, a power over me! He approached the bed; my tongue clave to the roof of my parched mouth, and fear, an all absorbing fear, had nearly choked me. He opened the cloak-another moment-and then but rage, fear, despair, gave me strength: I started up; • Villain !' said I, I will not tamely bear it;' and grappling with him, I threw the cloak from me. I now cared not what I did or said. 'Hence,' roared I, and seek the fiend you serve!' and accidentally in the scuffle I caught hold of his long pointed nose; he shrieked aloud with rage and pain. My G-d, Mr. T,' said my wife, what are you about?' I received a heavy fall: immediately the whole was gone. I assisted my wife into bed; for it seems that I had lain half the night with the clothes completely off me-which, as often as she had endeavoured to replace, I had resisted -and on her persisting, I had eventually seized her by the nose, and we both tumbled out of bed together. London Mag.

Original Poetry.

BEAUTY AND SENSE. A Fable.

SONNET,

To my dear Tailor. When golden Phoebus, rising in the west, Astounds the orient with his evening beam;

When ring-doves coo beneath the ocean stream,

And flounders chaunt, high perched in leafy nest;

When tigers, link'd with lambkins all abreast,

Walk arm in arm symphonious down the Strand,

While the Northumbrian lion from his stand;

Wags his glad tail to view the union blest;

[vine When round thy sides, O Monument, the Clasps its close folds, with clusters budding bright;

When Thames's tide, chang'd into wine,

Purple

Cheers red-nosed bibbers with the gene

rous sight,

Then, Tailor dear, I'll pay this bill of thine, Which, in the mean time, serves my pipe to light.

D.

That she deserved to have been married to a Lord or a Judge.

Yet such was her condescension, and such her humility,

That she rather chose to marry me, a Doctor of Divinity.

For which heroic deed she stands confess'd Above all others the Phoenix of her sex: And, like that bird, one young she did beget,

That she might not leave the world quite disconsolate.

My grief at her loss is so very sore
That I can only write two lines more;
For which, and for every other good wo-
man's sake,

Never let a blister plaister be put on a lying-in woman's back.

the ruins to this day are so magnificent, that the eye of the sailor, as he passes them in his little bark, bends down with reverence; and the enlightened traveller treads over every cornice, fallen valve or buttress, and tries to find out where the Saint had sat at the darkened hour, when the pealing anthems swelled the note of praise from a hundred voices of both sexes. The idea is pleasing, but the attempt unavailing: we may mourn that such noble monuments of human wisdom and beneficence have fallen to decay, and that their ruins crush the grave of those who bade their turrets mount unto the skies, and pillared their foundations on a Saviour's name. Such lamentations do no good ;-the fallen structure of sacred history tells us, that we too must fall,—and if we wish to rise again in happiness, we should well study what course 'tis best for us to pursue.

The daughter of Montrose was as fresh and fair as the breeze and light cloud which sweeps along the fields of heaven on Summer's most tranquil day. She moved like one of the Graces, and, withont knowing it, was as an angel upon earth, wafting perfume from her wings, and dispensing true love from her star-light eyes.

She was content to go into a convent to increase the fortunes of her brother-and, for the last hour, when liberty beams bright, she attended the marriage of her brother

her heart had never been pierced by love's dart - she had silently sailed along the little stream of her time, the waves unruffled by a single rising of foam, and the breeze as tranquil as the heart which slept in her bosom-warm, but peaceful and generous, yet Form'd to delight at once and bless mankind.' In the banquetting room she was placed by the side of a young knight, who

He of power had his fill;

For proud with every dawning day,
He rul'd o'er many a highland hill.

As it was customary in the days when Donald held the sceptre of Scotland, and Sigebert that of England, (Sigebert, the first monarch that ever was deposed by his subjects) to place the females in a convent, and compel them to take the veil, in order that the property of the family should all centre on the eldest son, to keep up dignity and false pride. So Montrose resolved to dispose of his daughter: in this there was a mixture of selfishness and religion, for the chieftains who gloried in blood and the battle fray, were always glad to doff their armour-and kneeling at the sandals of the wily monk, accept absolution and free leave to go forth and murder again.

to the Holy Land-his name was notorious for valour, and he was esteemed by the king as a rising support to his throne.

Bertha looked upon him with the eyes of love, and he returned the glances affection and passion drew from the heart to the countenance. They well understood each other— and Sir Bertram, on the following day, called upon her father, and made proposals to wed his daughter. Saxon pride prevailed, and the father swore, that as he could not give his daughter a portion equal to her rank, he would send her to the convent, there to remain a virgin till her dying day. She was sent to the convent, and passed the year. of her probation in melancholy, tears, and sighs.

When the heart is once tinctured with love, it requires many years of absence to eredicate its impressions and there is something so