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ferent times. Since her death, 2001. duty has been paid for the money she had saved (within a year or two) out of her yearly income. Her eldest son has had 18,000l. per annum since the death of his father.

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General Graham is a native of Perthshire. The earlier part of his life was spent as a private gentleman. A severe calamity, the loss of a beloved wife, as we understand, tore him from his family estate, and sent him a wanderer over the continent about the age of 30. By change of scene, he hoped to soften, if not to subdue, the grief that overwhelmed him. He wandered from place to place, and as may well be conceived, chose those tracts that were less visited by travellers journeying in full health and spirits to find new sources of amusement or dissipation. It was in these solitary excursions that he became acquainted with the country on the banks of the Rhone, and particularly with the country near Toulon; a knowledge of eminent service to our army, then at Toulon. At that period he was in that city, not intending to embrace the military profession, but anxious to render his local knowledge useful to his countrymen. He proffered his services, when it was soon found that nature had endowed him with all the qualities necessary to constitute a great Captain. To this merit Lord Mulgrave, then Brigadier-General, paid the following tribute :-“ Lord Mulgrave begs leave, on this occasion, to express his grateful sense of the friendly and important assistance he has received in many difficult moments from Mr. Graham, and to add his tribute of praise to the general voice of all the British and Piedmontese officers of his column, who saw, with so much pleasure and applause, the gallant example which Mr. Graham set to the whole column, in the foremost point of every attack.”—(See the Gazette Extraordinary of the 10th Nov. 1798.) i

The Rev. Mr. Hagamore, of Catshoge, Leicestershire, died the 1st of January, 1776, possessed of the following effects, viz.—7001. per annum, and 10001. in money, which (he dying intestate), fell to a ticket-porter, in London. He kept one servant of each sex, whom he locked up every night. His last employment of an evening was to go round his premises, let loose his dogs, and fire his gun. He lost his life as follows:-Going one morning to let out his servants, the 'dogs fawned upon him suddenly, and threw him into a pond, where he was found breast high. His servants heard his call for assistance, but being locked up could not lend him any. He had 30 gowns and cassocks, 100 pair of breeches, 100 pair of boots, 400 pair of shoes, 80 wigs, yet always wore his own hair, 58 dogs, 80 waggons and carts, 80 ploughs, and used none, 50 saddles, and furniture for the menage, 30 wheelbarrows, so many walking-sticks, that a toyman, in Leicester-fields, offered 81. for them, 60 horses and mares, 200 pick-axes, 200 spades and shovels, 74 ladders, and 249 razors.

Daniel Lambert's Epitaph. The following epitaph is copied from a tomb-stone, placed in Martin's burying-ground, Stamford, to the memory of the well-known Daniel Lambert: .“ In remembrance of that prodigy in nature, Daniel Lambert, a native of Leicester, who was possessed of an excellent and convivial mind, and in personal greatness he had no competitor. He measured three feet one inch round the leg, pine feet four inches round the body, and weighed fifty-two stone, eleven pounds, (per stone of 14lb.) He departed this life on the 21st of June, 1809, aged thirty-nine years. As a testimony of respect, this stone is erected by his friends in Leicester.”

Quin's Soliloquy, on seeing Duke Humphry at

St. Alban's.
A plague on Ægypt's arts, I say!
Embalm the dead! on senseless clay
1 Rich wines and spices waste,
Like sturgeon, or like brawn, shall I
Bound in a precious pickle lie, .

Which I can never taste ?

Let me embalm this flesh of mine
With turtle-fat and Bourdeaux wine,

And spoil th' Ægyptian trade!
Than Humphry's Duke more happy I :
Embalm'd alive old Quin shall die

A mummy ready-made..

To the Printer of the Salisbury Journal.-We have abundance of new songs published in the namby pamby way, full of sound, but void of sense ; the following every true Englishman, whether a songster or not, I should imagine will be pleased with.

I am, your's, &c. A. B.

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Once the gods of the Greeks, at an ambrosial feast,

Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing ; . Merry Momus amongst 'em was set as a guest,

Homer says, the celestials love laughing:
On each in the synod the humourist droll’d,

So that none could his jokes disapprove;
He sung, reparteed, and some smart stories told,

And at last thus began upon Jove:

“ Sire, Atlas, who long had the universe bore,

Grew grievously tir'd of late;
He says, that mankind are much worse than before,

So begg'd to be eas'd of their weight.”
Jove knowing the world on poor Atlas was hurld,

From bis shoulders commanded the ball,
Gave his daughter, Attraction, the charge of the world,

And she hung it high up in his hall.

Miss, pleas'd with the present, review'd the globe round,

To find what each climate was worth ; Like a diamond the whole, with an atmosphere bound, And she variously planted the earth : With silver, gold, jewels, she India endow'd ; France and Spain sbe taught vineyards to rear; What suited each clime, on each clime she bestow'd,

And freedom she found flourish'd here.
Four cardinal virtues she left on this isle,

As guardians to cherish the root;
The blossoms of liberty! gaily since smile,

And Englishmen feed on the fruit :
Thus bred, and thus fed, on a bounty so rare,

O preserve it, as free as 'twas given :
We will wbilst we've breath, nay, we'll grasp it in death,
Then return it untainted to heaven.

Then return it untainted, &c.

The Statue of the Drunken Deputy. [This figure is represented in a reclining posture, its head resting upon an empty magnum; a plate with a knife and fork and a spoon by its side.]

A PARODY.
Will there no pitying drug its succour lend
The Deputy's stomachic throes to end !
To free the o’erloaded craw, whose mighty pow'r
Triumph'd o'er dainties in their gayest hour!

Bow'd low, and full of wine, his head declines,
Yet o'er his brow true civic valour shines :
Still glares his vacant eye with drunken light;
Now rolls—now deadens with approaching night.

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