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Donovan sent by his wife 16s. to the house of the priest, who refused then to take less than two guineas. On the following Sunday, the priest cursed from the altar all those who had not paid their demands towards building the chapel.Donovan went on the next holiday to mass, and was formally excommunicated, and the people denounced as cursed and contaminated, if they should deal or hold any communication with him. . This threat was so effectual, that no one of the country people would sell a sod of turf to Donovan to heat his oven; and he could not even sell, in his own name, such flour or stock as lay on his hands. Reduced almost to despair, the baker went in a white sheet to the chapel, as a voluntary penance, and asked pardon of God and the priest for his disobedience; and was there, by the priest, desired to attend him to his house, where he again demanded from him the two guineas, which Donovan assured him he could not possibly make up. The excommunication was, therefore, continued in full force against him, and he was consequently obliged to shut up his house.—The above facts were incontrovertibly proved by two unwilling witnesses. The Jury, after a very able charge from the learned Judge, found a verdict for the plaintiff of £50 damages.
Man versus Hedgehog.-W. Moore, of Loughborough, bricklayer, a few days ago, laid a wager of three shillings, that he could, with his hands
ouse of his
than to the price id not pa
fixed behind him, worry to death a hedgehog with his face. He commenced his extraordinary undertaking by prostrating himself on the ground, and attacking the exterior of his prickly antagonist with his nose. In a few minutes his face was covered with blood, and he appeared to have little chance of success; however, at length having pressed the little animal till it had protruded its head, he snatched at it, and bit it off, thereby winning the wager, to the great amusement of the brutal spectators.
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast.
COMPOSED BY MR. ROSCOE.
i and the te, by the
Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste
On the smooth shaven grass, by the side of a wood,..
And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,
And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down,
Who with him the Wasp, his companion did bring, But they promis'd, that evening, to lay by their sting.
Then the sly little Dormouse peep'd out of his hole,
A mushroom the table, and on it was spread.
With steps most majestic the Snail did advance, .
Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night, Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his
light; So home let us hasten, while yet we can see, For no watchman is waiting for you, or for me!
To my Arm Chair.
When Fortune frown'd, and friends were far away,
And fondly courted thy narcotic sway.'
Lull'd in thine arms, I taste a pleasing calm,
With eyelids clos’d, but thoughts that ever wake, O’er my wrapt senses steals an opiate balm,
And my rack'd head almost forgets to ache.
To brighter scenes excursive fancy flies,
The future smiles in gayer garb array'd; Visions of sweet domestic joys arise,
As peeps the parsonage from the sheltering shade,
The laugh, the jest, the fleeting hours beguile,
While heavenly Music's softening charms combine With friends who bring good humour's ready smile,
And hearts that beat in unison with mine.
Not with one wish imagination burns,
O’er proud ambition's slippery paths to roam, True as the needle, to one point she turns,
The point comprising all I cherish-Home..
No drowsy dullness o’er the powers of mind
Thy soothing charms, my honour'd Chair, diffuse; Oft in thy bosom, by my fire, reclin'd,
I weave the verse, and woo the playful Muse.
Borne on her wing, 'mid fairy climes I go,,
Though sad around me moans the wintry gale, Crop Fancy's roses ’mid December's snow,
And balmy Spring's ambrosial breeze inhale.
If such the calm, when blest with thee, I share
If such the joys thy gentle influence showers; Can the proud Despot's tottering throne compare
With thee, companion of my lonely hours ?
No; o'er his head, though Parian columns rise,
And lends the cot its humble roof to me;
I smile serene, and dream of bliss in thee.
O very sweet was morning's dawn,
. To me, my Mary,
Together, Mary :
My gentle Mary,
For me, my Mary.
My modest Mary;
Thy blushes, Mary.
My tender Mary;
The hawthorns, Mary.
They sparkle, Mary,
My lovely Mary.
Extraordinary Suicide.—Yesterday morning, between eleven and twelve o'clock, a Jewish gentleman, of the name of Levi, threw himself from the top of the Monument, and was dashed to pieces on the spot. He fell close to the foot of the Monument, in Monument Yard, pitched upon his head, and expired without a groan. The