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however, recovered, just as the usurper arrived within a few paces of the balcony.

Hastily drawing the pistol from under her garment, she fearlessly took her aim, and fired; but a sudden start, which the lady who sat next to her made, on beholding the weapon, gave it a different direction than was intended, and the ball striking the horse rode by Henry, the Protector's son, it was laid dead at his feet. The circumstance im- . mediately arrested the progress of the cavalcade, and Cromwell, at the same time that he cast a fierce look at the balcony, beheld a singular spectacle. Above twenty females were on their knees, imploring his mercy with uplifted hands, whilst one only stood undaunted in the midst of them, and looking down contemptuously on the usurper, exclaimed, “ Tyrant, it was I who dealt the blow: nor should I rest satisfied with killing a horse instead of a tiger, were I not convinced that ere another twelvemonth has elapsed, heaven will grant another that success which it has denied to me !"

The multitude, actuated more by fear than love, were preparing to level the house to the ground, when Cromwell cried aloud, with the most artful sang froid, Desist, my friends! alas! poor woman, she knows not what she does,” and pursued his course ; but afterwards caused Lucretia to be arrested, and confined in a mad-house.

The following method of forming walls, in India, has long been in use in that country, though only recently made known here. The walls are first built with moistened earth, like those called cob-walls, in Devonshire; they are afterwards, when dry, surrounded with a frame-work, at a proper distance to support fire-wood, in contact with every part of them in different stages, so that the quantity in the lowest stage is the greatest; this, as it burns down, bakes the walls like bricks, to the thickness of ten inches. These walls are so strong, that they resist the attacks of floods, and last for centuries.

On Friday as a poor woman, named Jones, was vending ballads in a public-house at Wapping, she received a variety of insults from those who · were present; but the person who was most outrageous towards her, proved to be her own son. They did not know each other at the time, he having been in the naval service upwards of twenty years, and realized 6001. by the fortune of war. On recognizing each other, a very affecting scene took place, which ended in his burning her ballads, and taking her away in a coach, promising to lay her up in snug moorings during the remainder of her life.


Boileau used to be visited by an idle and ignorant person, who complained to him, that he never returned his visits-—“ Sir," replied the satirist, “we are not upon equal terms: you call upon 'me merely to get rid of your time : when I call upon you, I lose mine."

On the Suppression of the Chaplains' Table,

at St. James's. The Muse who unshackled so recently dar'd Sing the feasts which both patriots and parsons had

shar'd;* Reversing her subject, now sings the dismay And sorrows of parsons for feasts ta’ep away. The cloth, for the cloth of St. James's 'tis said, Is destin'd, alas! never more to be laid ; And those feasts which have flourish'd for centries past, Are doom'd to eternal destruction at last ! Oh! had my Lord Steward but heard the demurs Of Divinity Doctors, and Reverend Sirs, Whose logical sermons surpass all belief, When they préach in defence of_Madeira and beef, He never had pass'd the unfeeling decree, Lamented by chaplains, their friends and by me; For I, though a layman, have tasted the sweets Of those most delicious canonical treats. And now, if requir'd, I am ready and willing To swear I ne'er din'd half so well for a shilling.t ..

* Alluding to some lines on the Coalition Dippers, &c. &c: by the same Author. m. f It was customary for every visitor to give the person who waited a shilling.


Must Gapet with mouth open for provender pine,
And Fountains have only pure water for wine ?
Must Burtont no longer imbibe Burton ale,
Legget find neither legs of fresh mutton, nor stale ?
Must Glasset find the glasses all empty-and Smalli
Find dinners not smaller, but nothing at all ?
And Doiley, I poor fellow, discover at last
No doileys are ever requir’d at a fast?
Perhaps my Lord Steward may think a divine
Should preach in a pulpit—not over his wine ;
But still, I confess, it seems rather obdurate
To give Royal Chaplains no more than a Curate.
Thrice ten pounds per annum 's a stipend so small,
I doubt if he'll find any Chaplains at all.
Now who is to own the episcopal plate,
Will be a fine subject for legal debate :
Some think that the forty-eight Chaplains shou'd share it,
That is, if the Ruler of England will spare it;
While others contend, that the Bishops who gave it,
Their heirs or executors, only shou'd have it,
Since the cause of their giving the gift is no more,
Th'effect must the gift to the givers restore.
The former thus argue: The plate 'tis agreed on,
Was doubtlessly given for Chaplains to feed on;
And therefore they think (should there be no prevention)
By taking it home they'll fulfil that intention...
Methinks, my Lord Steward, the Chaplains are right,
And hope you will not their strong arguments slight;
Tho' robb’d of their dinners by you, or by fate,
'Twill be doubly hard if they're robb’d of_their plate.


Names of Chaplains.

On Saturday a fire broke out at Coonbank, Lord Frederick Campbell's seat, in Kent. Lady F. Campbell, it appears, was addicted to the dangerous practice of reading in bed, and while thus engaged, on Friday night fell asleep ; the curtains of her bed soon after caught fire, and the flames acquired such force, that every effect to rescue her Ladyship proved ineffectual. When the body was found, it was nearly reduced to ashes. The greater part of the elegant mansion has been destroyed. Her Ladyship was the daughter of Amos Meredith, Esq. and sister of Sir William Meredith, Bart. In 1752, she was married to Earl Ferrers, the unfortunate nobleman who was executed at Tyburn in 1760, for the wilful murder of Mr. Johnson his steward ; she was, however, divorced from him by act of parliament, and after his death, in 1769, was married to Lord Frederick Campbell, brother to the Duke of Argyle.

Vaccine Incantation. The following remarkable story is copied from an Irish paper, received yesterday. It is to be hoped that the fatal effects which have in this instance resulted from superstition, will tend to discountenance such foolish practices, even among the most ignorant.

Belfast, August 20. A melancholy event took place on Tuesday night, in the house of Alexander Montgomery, taylor, at Carmoney meetinghouse. Various reports are in ciroulation con

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