amusement was to see the sheep running, and to scatter them; and he testified his pleasure at this sight by loud fits of laughter, but never attempted to hurt those innocent animals. When the shepherds (as was frequently the case,) let loose their dogs after him, he fled with the swiftness of an arrow shot from a bow, and never allowed the dogs to come too near him. One morning he came to the cottage of some workmen, and one of them endeavouring to get near him and catch him by the leg, he laughed heartily, and then made his escape. He seemed to be about thirty years of age. As the forest in question is very extensive, and has a communication with vast woods that belong to the Spanish territory, it is natural to suppose, that this solitary, but cheerful creature, had been lost in his infancy, and had subsisted on herbs. SALE OF THE LATE EMPEROR NAPOLEON'S BOOKS. On Wednesday the library of Buonaparte was sold by Mr. Sotheby, in Wellington-street. They did not, however, rise to [such high prices as might be expected. Buffon's works, with 2,500 plates, in 127 vols. sold for 241. 13 s. 6d.; Correspondence between Buonaparte and Foreign Courts, &c. 7 vols. for 91. La Croix's Course of Mathematics, 9 vols. for 57. 10s.; at the end of the volume which contains the algebra, there are three pages of calculations by Napoleon. The French Theatre, 50 vols. for 81. 10s. 6d. Servan's History of the Wars of the Gauls and French, 7 vols. for 101. 10 s. Volney's Voyages in Syria and Egypt, 2 vols. 531. 118. Bruce's Voyages, in 5 vols.with an atlas; the tracings and notes on the map are by Napoleon. Strabo's Geography, translated from the Greek, 3 vols. royal quarto, 61. 10s. Denon's Voyage in Egypt, 2 vols.; some of the plates are torn out, and it contains corrections by Napoleon, and the plan of the battle of Aboukir traced by him. Another copy, 171. Description of Egypt, published by order of Napoleon, 341. 138. Several letters, signed by Buonaparte, for various sums, none exceeding 11. 16 s. His walking-stick, formed of tortoiseshell, of an extraordinary length, and a musical head, for 381. 17 s. As two hundred pounds were once offered for this stick, it was probably bought in.. THE GHOST. FROM A WORK ENTITLED ACCREDITED In the year 1704, a gentleman, to all appearance of large fortune, took furnished lodgings in a house in Sohosquare. After he had resided there some weeks with his establishment, he lost his brother, who lived at Hampstead, and who on his death-bed particularly desired to be interred in the family vault in Westminster Abbey. The gentleman requested his landlord to permit him to bring the corpse of his brother to his lodgings, and to make arrangements there for the funeral. The landlord, without hesitation, signified his compliance. The body, dressed in a white shroud, was accordingly brought in a very handsome coffin, and placed in the great dining-room. The funeral was to take place the next day, and the lodger and his servants went out to make the necessary preparations for the solemnity. He stayed out late, but this was no uncommon thing. The landlord and his family conceiving that they had no occasion to wait for him, retired to bed as usual about twelve o'clock. One maid-servant was left up to let him in, and to boil some water, which he had desired might be ready for making tea on his return. The girl was accordingly sitting alone in the kitchen, when a tall spectre-looking figure entered, and clapped itself down in the chair opposite to her. The maid was by no means one of the most timid of her sex; but she was terrified beyond expression, lonely as she was, at this unexpected apparition. Uttering a loud scream, she flew out like an arrow, at a side-door, and hurried to the chamber of her master and mistress. Scarcely had she awakened them, and communicated to the whole family some portion of the fright with which she was herself overwhelmed, when the spectre, enveloped in a shroud, and with a death-like paleness, made its appearance, and sat down in a chair in the bed-room, without their having observed how it entered. The worst of all was, that this chair stood by the door of the bed-chamber, so that not a creature could get away without passing close to the apparition, which rolled its glaring eyes so frightfully, and so heidously distorted its features, that they could not bear to look at it. The master and mistress crept under the bed-clothes, covered with profuse perspiration, while the maid-servant sunk nearly insensible by the side of the bed. At the same time the whole house seemed to be in an uproar; for though they had covered themselves over head and ears, they could still hear the incessant noise and clatter, which served to increase their terror. But over that tomb let proud triumph arise, And peal the high anthem with joy to the skies; For he lived mid corruption, yet cloudless his name, For he died without wealth, save the wealth of his fame With the gem of his genius he brightened the throne, But held the rich brilliant of honour his own The Till the board revelry lauded-now wisdom adored Sense bowed abashed to the bondage of soul, And Reason drank pearls dissolved in the bowl: O who shall describe him!-the wit and the sage The heart of the people-the glass of the stage The dramatist, orator-bard of the age O! At length all became perfectly still in the house. The landlord ventured to The tongue of the senate-the life of raise his head, and to steal a glance at the chair by the door; but, behold the ghost was gone! Sober reason began to resume its power. The poor girl was brought to herself after a good deal of shaking. In a short time they plucked up sufficient courage to quit the bed-room, and to commence an examination of the house, which they expected to find in great disorder. Nor were their anticipations unfounded. The whole house had been stripped by artful thieves, and the gentleman had decamped without paying for his lodging. It turned out that he was no other than an accomplice of the notorious Arthur Chambers, who was executed at Tyburn in 1706, and that the supposed corpse was this arch rogue himself, who had whitened his hands and face with chalk, and merely counterfeited death. About midnight he quitted the coffin and appeared to the maid in the kitchen. When she flew up stairs, he softly followed her, and seated at the door of the chamber, he acted as a sentinel, so that his industrious accomplices were enabled to plunder the house without the least molestation. SHERIDAN'S TOMB. WRITTEN BY CHARLES PHILLIPS, ESQ. The moment for sorrow is o'er; Pale Poverty's cloud, or Ingratitude's gloom, Can darken that spirit no more! He is gone to the angels that lent him their lyre He is gone to the world whence he borrowed his fire, And the brightest and best of the heavenly choir The welcome of Paradise pour. That That who can depict the diversified ray illumines the diamond and heralds the day flings its bright veil o'er the blushes of even, And blends in the rainbow the riches of heaven! Such alone may describe all his beauties combined, That fire of his infancy-that blossom of mind That union of talents, so rare, so refined That Echo grew mute at the spell of his tongue That Envy enchanted, applauded his That Ignorance worshipped the path He is gone! but his memory sheds a ray, He is gone!--but where will the shades That lived in the light he gave, And glittered o'er his grave? Where will that hollow heartless train, Where shall the orphan drama find The morning of that eyeBeneath whose glance of living light, A new creation bland and bright, Enchained the ear and charmed the sight, Whose streams of liquid diamond rolled Their orient rill o'er sands of gold! Whilst Time, amid the laughing hours, Covered his wing with Fancy's flowers, Blessing the boudage of her bowers, The spell of mirth and minstrelsey. FROM CAREW'S POEMS. He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek, Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and stedfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combin'd, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes. IRELAND. BY CHARLES PHILLIPS, ESQ. Gone are the days when the western gale Awoke ev'ry voice of the lake and the vale, With the harp and the lute, and the lyre; When Justice uplifted her adamant shield, And Valour and Freedom illumin'd the field, With a sword and a plumage of fire! Gone are the days when our warriors brave Bounded the surge of the ocean wave, When the Chief of the hills held his banner of green, And the Shamrock and Harp on that banner were seen. As the pastoral hero assembled his band To lead them to war at his Monarch's command; THE OLD WHIG POET TO HIS deny. Twenty years in adversity's spite, But prosperity's humbled thy case: And the door kindly shut in my face, Thy friends in full banquet I see, Thou'st become a fool's garment to me! Poor rag! thou art welcome no more, The days of thy service are past, Thy toils and thy glories are o'er, And thou and thy master are cast. But though thou'rt forgot and betray'd, "Twill ne'er be forgotten by me, How my old lungs within thee have play'd, [with glee. And my spirits have swelled thee Perhaps they could swell thee no more, And the impulse of friendship is dead. That my constancy with thee must For thou hast not a hole in thee yet, wounded my heart. I change thee for sable, more sage, A blot that hath buried my pride. wrong? Had they seen how with hearts and with hands They followed in frenzy my song. Who'd have thought, though so eager their claws, They'd condemn me thus hardly to plead? Through my prime, I have toiled for your cause, And you've left me, when aged, in need. Could ye not 'midst the favours of fate, I'll turn thy hard fate to my ease; I can suffer, forget, and forgive, And when seen on the rag-seller's rope, enough, "There service hangs jilted by hope, "This once was poor M-rr-s's buff." If they let them give Virtue her name And yield an example to teach, Poor rag, thou hast serv'd in thy shame, Better ends than thy honours could reach. But though the soul gain by the loss, The stomach and pocket still say, "Pray what shall we do in this cross?" I answer, "be poor and be gay." 44 Let the Muse gather mirth from her wrong, Smooth her wing in adversity's shower; To new ears and new hearts tune her song, And still look for a sun-shining hour! While I, a disbanded old Whig, Put up my discharge with a smile; Face about-prime and load-take a swig, And march off-to the opposite file. MISCELLANEOUS. PRINCE HOHENLOHE. If all your prayers no further go MR. SHERIDAN AND THE BUTCHER. At the contested election for Westminster some years ago, when the late Mr. Sheridan was a candidate, and not a very popular one-he was thus addressed, by a coarse ill-looking son of the cleaver: "Ha! damme, old Sherry! be's that Charley Fox's time; and if you then you?-I vas your friend, old boy, in axed my wote, thou should hav'd it, damme!-but you're now a Potstick, and curse all Potsticks, says I-damme, I'll withdraw my countenance from you." Sheridan. Thank you, my honest fellow, it is as ugly a phiz as ever I saw my life. in THE IRISH CHIEF JUSTICE CLONMEL. The late Lord Clonmel, who never thought of demanding more than a shilling for an affidavit, and used to good one, adopted the following extra. be well satisfied, provided it were a ordinary method to guard against imposition:" You shall true answer make to such questions as shall be vit; so help you, God?—Is this a good demanded of you touching this affidashilling? Are the contents of this affi davit true? Is this your name and hand-writing?" Lord Clonmel was the child of fortune, and amongst other bounties of the goddess that flowed into his lap, the following is not the least remarkable:-When a young barrister, Mr. Scott, (afterwards Lord C.) was employed to draw up a gentleman's will, and after devising the property, about two thousand a-year, to the person intended as legatee, and to those who should inherit, if the prior legatees died without issue-the testator, upon being asked over and over again for names, and upon exhausting all his relations and friends, said at last, "oh, hang it, put in your own." The barrister, as a joke, did so-and wonderful to relate, became, in the course of a very few years, the inheritor; owing to that circumstance his first advance in life. MR. CURRANJ Mr. Curran, once upon a visit in Wales, riding out amongst the bleak mountains with his friend, was overtaken by a heavy shower, and completely drenched. When the storm was about ceasing, the gentleman remarked, "We shall have a fine day yet, for the sun begins to make his appearance."-" Thank God," said Curran, "we shall then get dry-he can have no other business here." There was at the Irish bar a gentleman of the name of Dunn, of a very sombre aspect, and of a bustling disposition, to whom Curran gave the appellation of "galloping dreary Duan. LEGAL BULL. Total amount £.5,388,217 19 7 standard of our gold coinage since the No alteration has been made in the it is taken with the greatest confidence reign of King William the Third; and all over the world; in consequence, the utmost care is necessary, to preserve its high reputation. It consists of eleven the alloy is made up of silver and ounces to the pound of pure gold, and copper, without which it would not work. Specimens of each coinage is kept in a small chapel in Westminster Abbey, as well as in the Mint, in what is called the pix chest, under several locks and keys. Time builds a city, and o'erthrows a nation, Time writes a story of their desolation; Time hath a time when I shall be no more, In a bill for pulling down the old Newgate in Dublin, and building it in the same spot; it was enacted, that, to Time makes poor men rich, and rich prevent unnecessary expense, the prisoners should remain in the old gaol till the new one was finished. TO EXTINGUISH A FIRE IN A CHIMNEY. The mephitic vapour produced by throwing a handful of flour of sulphur on the burning coals, where the chimney is on fire, will immediately extintinguish the flames, on the same principle as it would suffocate any living creature. men poor. |