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Now from this plain account, which the good old bishop gives us of his father's estate and family, in the reign (we may suppose) of Henry VII. it is natural to ask this question :

Can the present owner of this farm do more with it; and how are the landed gentlemen really the richer, by the great rise of estates since those times, from the increased quantity of gold and silver?

Anecdote of Paul Petrowitz, Great Duke of Russia, son of the reigning Empress, Catherine II. by her deposed Husband, Peter the Third, and Heir Apparent to the Crown. Communicated by a Gentleman just arrived from Petersburgh.

The beginning of the present summer four English captains hired a coach for the day, on a party of pleasure. In their way they met this prince in his equipage, coming to Petersburgh, and had almost passed him, without making their obedience, or shewing him a proper respect. A heinous offence, as the Russians, from the most savage, are become as polite and ceremonious, as our good neighbours the French. His Highness seeing they were Englishmen, and being conversant in the language of their nation, en passant put his head out of the window of his carriage, and waving his hat, cried out, Wilkes and liberty, huzza!

The Great Duke is about 17 years of age, being born in October, 1754; a youth of a sprightly disposition and promising genius, and bids fair to make a figure in the annals of history.

The following remarkable catastrophe happened to a married couple in the city, who were buried a few days ago:-The wife was between twenty and thirty, and the husband eight or ten years older. They went to bed in good health, and in the morning, the wife waking, found her husband dead and cold, from whence it might be concluded he had expired five or six hours before. She appeared to bear the loss with moderate concern and fortitude, till the corpse was carried out of the house to be buried, at which time she burst into a violent flood of tears, which were succeeded by fits; when the fits went off, her reason appeared to have left her, and in a great degree her senses, as she seemed insensible of every thing that passed; and in this state she continued two days and then died.

To the Printer.-I am a reader of your paper, and amongst the rest of your clients, beg leave to consult you on my unhappy case. You must know that after spending many years in learning how to manage a bad husband, I have at length got a very good one, whom I married not only

with the consent, but advice of all my friends. We have now been married two months, during which time my good man hath constantly studied my happiness, so far as to give my will an unlimited indulgence, and to anticipate even my very wishes to crown all, he has flattered my understanding by consulting me on every occasion. Would you think it possible, Sir, for a woman to be unhappy with such a partner? but such is my fate. As soon as I found myself secure of his love and his confidence, I thought it the very nick of time to put in practice my old crabbed aunt's instructions for the management of a husband. To try his temper, it was easy to trump up a dispute about a cap or a fiddlestick, in which 1 'determined to get the better: I treated his difference of opinion with contempt; called it a designed affront to me; and in my warmth, ventured to tell him I was sorry I married him.

The mischief my rashness has done me, is apparent in the reserve he has.treated me with ever since he endeavours to stifle his anguish, but his very soul is wounded, and he cannot hide it. To save appearances, he continues to treat me with civility, nor will his generosity or his pride suffer me to want, or long to wish for any thing; but alas! where is his love? where is his confidence! Tell me but how I shall recover both, and you will make me

Your ever obliged Friend,

CLEORA.

As our fair correspondent seems sensible of her indiscretion and rashness, in attempting to try a temper, with which she had such abundant reason to be satisfied, the best step she can now take is to make an ingenuous acknowledgment of it; andthere is no doubt but her husband will be glad to find that petulancy feigned and counterfeit, which (from its being so ill-timed), certainly gave him too much reason to fear was real. By this open, generous behaviour, Cleora will most probably regain the love and confidence, which she seems to be so much alarmed at the loss of; and her own goodness of heart, it is hoped, will in future render her worthy of the man who appears to have made her happiness his study, but who has at the same time proved (which must give her pleasure on reflection), that he is not easily to be made a dupe of.

To the Printer.-If the following anecdote of Christina, the celebrated Queen of Sweden, appears calculated for the entertainment of your readers, it is at your service.

MUSIDORUS,

When Christina came into France, a little time after her abdication, she usually appeared in the habit of a man; having a temper and genius considerably above her sex, and possibly being subject to the general weakness of great minds, a passion

for singularity. The lustre of her reputation drew a prodigious concourse after her every where; and in particular the ladies were continually pressing to see a woman who could resign the power and splendour of a crown for the sake of retirement and philosophy.

Christina bore this torrent of feminine curiosity for a long time with much fortitude; but when she came to Fontainbleau, it rushed upon her with so resistless an impetuosity, that she lost all patience, and exclaimed, What! I suppose the ladies flock about me in this manner because I am so like a man!

Brunswick, July 22.-A trooper who had got a furlow to go to see his father, put up lately at the Kiewitzdam inn; at midnight some people assaulted the door of his room, threatening him with instant death if he refused to open it. The trooper got out of bed, and laying hold of his sabre, wounded one of the assailants in the arm; upon which three others ran away. Going down to the kitchen, he found the landlady and the maid servant lying with their throats cut, and the landlord bound hand and foot. When he went to his father's house, he was told that his father had received a wound in the arm with a sabre, and going up to the bed-side, he found him to be the very man he had wounded the preceding night. He expressed his horror and surprise in such a manner, that the affair reached the ears of a magis