hop-scotch [fox in the hole] under the court hall. We walked on to Chatham, bought shrimps, viewed the store-houses and dock-yard, and went on board the Marlborough, the Royal Sovereign, the Royal George, and Royal Anne. At six, returned to our inn, and spent the time agreeably till nine, when, being fatigued we went to bed.

Sunday.---Awoke at seven. Hogarth and Thornhill told their dreams, and talked on them in bed. We arose and missed Scott, who went to the bridge, and drew part of the river, (the second drawing being Scragg's key), and wondered people stared at him, till he recollected it was Sunday.

N. B.-The house, key, boats, and one large vessel, in Indian ink; the hill above, to St. Margaret's church, faintly stained with green, very slight.

At nine, having breakfasted, we set out for Stroud, and by the Medway's side, going through the fields, we were attacked by a severe shower of rain. Scott took shelter under a hedge, and lying down, soiled the back of his coat with an ordural moisture of verdant hue. Uneasy at this, and demanding immediate cleansing from the filthy daub, he missed a white cambric handkerchief which his wife had lent him; he soon found it, yet feared it was torn, but was convinced otherways. We proceeded merrily to Findsbury, viewed the church and church-yard, pleasantly situated; some bad epitaphs; and observed the list of benefactors, &c. in the church.

At ten we walked to Upnor, which we viewed. Hogarth drew the castle, and Scott the shipping near it (The third drawing is the bank next the water, the bushes on it, part of the towers behind, the three front towers faced by pales next the water.) The castle described, its force, &c. Forrest bought cockles of an old blind man and half-blind woman, who were in a little cock-boat on the river. We made a hurry-scurry dinner at the Smack at the Westerngun-battery. We had a battle-royal between us, with sticks, pebbles, and horse-dung. Tothill, the chief suf

ferer, and his clothes shewed it some time. This caused laughter; and we marched on to the Bird's-nest battery, keeping the river and ships still in view; popped over the hill to Hoo church-yard: here we found an odd epitaph on a rail over a grave, made by a servant-maid on her deceased master. Thus,

"And when he died. You plainly see He freely gave. al to Sara - Passa Wee. And in doing so. it DoTh prevail,

that I on him. can. well, besTow this Rayel

On Year. I sarv'd, him. it is. well. none But. Thanks be to. God, it is: all my. One."

At four we left Hoo, and the agreeable widow landlady, who had buried four husbands. As we travelled through this charming country, the weather was exceedingly pleasant, and Scott made us merry by trying to prove that a man may go over, but not through the world; and, for example, pointed to the earth, and asked us to go through that element. Our opinion gave it, that his argument had less weight than his coat pocket, which happened to have been filled by us with pebbles, unperceived by him. He had carried them for some time; and, being well fitted with ammunition to knock down all opponents, we ac quiesced. At five, viewed Stoke church, and passed through the church-yard. Saw nothing worth notice, till we came to a farin-house not far off: here was a pole on an elm at the door, with a board and painted cock on it for a vane and shuttlecock at top. This variety of cocks produced us much speculation. We passed through North-street, a little village. Having come to a well brimful of water, we agreed to quarrel and spatter one another.--Being well drenched in clothes, and cool in courage, we travelled to Stoke Town (or Street), and quartered at the Nag's-head. At six, while supper was preparing, we walked out to view the low lands, and on an adjacent plain began another engagement, in which Tothall and Scott had their clothes well daubed with cow-dung. (To be continued.)

THE other day, just as I was sitting down to dinner in a coffee-room, its two swinging doors were thrown open with a bounce, and there entered a tall figure, enveloped in the cloak martial, accoutred with Wellington boots and clanking spurs, holding in his hand a fearful bludgeon, and wearing on his head a fur travelling cap with a glittering gold tassel. The waiters seemed petrified -a gourmand who sat before me, and who had, up to that awful moment eaten with such laborious avidity, as to produce a perspiration on his forehead, arrested his uplifted fork, charged with a morsel of savoury venison, and without closing his expectant mouth, paused to gaze upon the mysterious stranger. Reckless of the commotion he had excited, that haughty personage made

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way to the bar, at the farther end of the room, and there, in an effeminate tone, which must have been inaudible, but for the silence which his appearance had obtained, was heard to inform mine host, that Messieurs Pipe and Sloe would feel particularly obliged by the immediate settlement of their last account. As soon as this notable message was pronounced, the gourmand knit his brows, and consigned the suspended morsel to its destination-the general

business of refection was resumedand the intruder either departed, or remained in peace, though it was not worth any body's while to notice what really did become of him.

PRETTY AND HANDSOME.

THESE terms have been so jumbled in common conversation, that a doubt has sometimes arisen if they be not the same character of beauty; the classic mythology will illustrate this difference. Venus and Juno were opposite portraits: Juno, lofty in mien and majestic in person; to Venus was given smiles the most winning and attractive. A pretty woman gains at first sight your tender affections, as a handsome woman by degrees commands your respect, for she often carries, with regularity of features, a sternness in them very incompatible with the rapid attraction of sweetness and affability.

ANECDOTE.

THE late Sir Fletcher Norton, in his character of counsellor, was rather coarse. He once examined Mr. Alderman Shakespeare as a witness, and in the course of his examination said, in a rude way, "What trade are you, friend?"-"A ropemaker at your service," replied the Alderman.

THE MISHAPS OF A SUNDAY.

June 13th-morning rather hazy, cleared up about noon-proposed a walk to Sydenham; took an early dinner-set off accompanied by two ladies, no sun, pleasant walking, not much heat-the country looking delightful at a distance-always imagine the fields about Peckham too pleasant to be so near town-fancy yourself in Devonshire, so said one of the ladies; never having been there myself, no judge; the prospect beautiful from the Rye-walk up hill rather fatiguing, but persevered on being told by the ladies, near the wood an old woman supplies pedestrians with boiling water,-in danger of being run over more than once by donkey carts and pony chaises, the former filled with women, children, and men, who can't drive; latter filled with youths who will drivenever walk that way again on Sunday-not safe, vehicles too numerous -begin to shew symptoms of lagging-turn round to admire the prospect, sickened with the sight of St. Paul's;-Monument, and half the parish churches in London, takes off the effect of being in the countryarrived at the top of the hill-see written on board, boiling water for tea' propose entering, having brought the necessary ingredients rcoms all full,-walk further, no better success-return, and the welcome sound of plenty of room up stairs,' quite invigorating; a few drops of rain, by the time was finished increased to a heavy shower; watch the clouds, no blue sky; wet evening set in ladies in white-no umbrella, wait till dark-ashamed of being seen-landlady very civil and very talkative-growing dark, proceed homewards; in five minutes the ladies no bad resemblance to Baptists after dipping, or the barn door cock in the Stout Gentlemandrawing near town-mad with joy at seeing the new church on Kennington Common,-a few minutes arrive at home, take a preventive against cold, and jump into bed-fall asleep. and dream about Noah's ark, and the Mount of Ararat.

PETER.

(Continued from p. 148.)

Dougal Mac Callum, poor body, neither grat nor graned, but gaed about the house looking like a corpse, but directing, as was his duty, a' the order of the grand funeral. Now, Dougal looked aye waur and waur when night was coming, and was aye the last to gong to his bed, whilk was in a little round just opposite the chamber of dais, whilk his master occupied while he was living, and where he now lay in state as they ca'ad it, well-a-day! The night before the funeral, Dougal could keep his awn counsel nae langer; he came doun with his proud spirit, and fairly asked auld Hutcheon to sit in his room with him for an hour. When they were in the round, Dougal took ae tass of brandy to himsel, and gave another to Hutcheon, and wished him all health and lang life, and said, that for himsel, he wasna lang for this world; for that, every night, since Sir Robert's death, his silver call had sounded from the state chamber, just as it used to do at nights in his lifetime, to call Dougal to help to turn him in his bed.; Dougal said, that being alone with the dead on that floor of the tower, (for naebody cared to wake Sir Robert Redgauntlet like another corpse) he had never daured to answer the call, but that now his conscience checked him for neglecting his duty; for though death breaks service,' said Mac Callum, it shall never break my service to Sir Robert; and I will answer his next whistle, so be. you will stand by me, Hutcheon.'

"Hutcheon had nae will to the wark, but he had stood by Dougal in battle and broil, and he wad not fail him at this pinch; so down the carles sat over a stoup of brandy, and Hutcheon, who was something of a clerk, would have read a chapter of the Bible; but Dougal would hear naething but a blaud of Davie Lindsay, whilk was the waur preparation.

(To be continued.)

MISS SOPHIA LEE. Tais lady was not only an ingenious writer, but a valuable member of society. She was the daughter of Mr. John Lee, for some time manager of the Edinburgh theatre, and an occasional performer at Covent-garden. Educated strictly in all the habits of domestic life, she devoted her attention, at an early age, to the education and welfare of the younger indivi duals of the family, to whom, after the premature death of their mother, and the subsequent loss of their fa ther, her prudence became eminently useful. She thus sacrificed, to affec tion and duty, somewhat of that celebrity which she might have increased by the exclusive cultivation of her talents. Yet few writers had more allurement at their outset to pursue the path of fame. Her comedy of the Chapter of Accidents, offered anonymously to the elder Mr. Colman, a man of approved taste and genius, was received by him with an immediate request to know the author; and its success fully justified his high opinion of it. The talents of Edwin were never better displayed than in that original, true, Somersetshire clown, Jacob Gawky; and our Bridget became the phrase of the day for comic vulgarity.

Her interesting novel of the Recess next appeared, and was the first English work of merit, in which historical characters were made the ground-work of fictitious events. It presented the writer in strong contrast with herself, both as to subject and diction, and was so popular, that, after the publication of the first part, Mr. Cadell desired her to name her own terms for the remainder, enclosing a bank-note as a compliment. She now, however, devoted only her leisure hours to her pen, and produced her succeeding works after long intervals, having established (in concert with her sister Harriet) a se minary for young ladies at Bath, which her name rendered distinguished and flourishing. From this situation she retired about twenty

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years since, to close an active and well-spent life in family association, privacy, and content.

Her novel, called the Life of a Lover, is not her best work, although it is marked with that fertility and vigour of mind by which all her productions are characterised. In the Canterbury Tales, only those of the Young Lady and the Clergyman were written by her; and they certainly reflect credit on her talents. Her tragedy of Almeyda is far from being destitute of merit, but it is now scarcely remembered; and her comedy of Assignation is still less known, yet it is not deserving of contempt or neglect.

SIR HENRY BATE DUDLEY, BARONET.

Tuis gentleman possessed considerable talents and an enterprising spirit. He was the son of a clergyman, who gave him a classical education, and sent him to the university of Oxford. He tried his skill as a dramatist in the time of Garrick, by writing the interlude of Henry and Emma. The Rival Candidates proved more successful: his Flitch of Bacon, an amusing petite piece, served to introduce his friend Shield, as a composer, to the notice of the public; and his opera of the Woodman has not yet been laid aside. He brought forward, in 1780, the Morning He rald, and we believe that no paper was ever more rapidly established. Having received offers of preferment, he took orders; but, being of a bold and irritable spirit, he fought several duels even after he had been ordained. For this unjustifiable conduct he ought to have been stigmatized and suspended from his functions; but these delinquencies are usually overlooked. When he became more steady, he acted with success as an agricultural improver, and with propriety and impartiality as a magistrate. He also patronised that merit which others were slow in discovering; for he greatly contributed, by his strong recommenda

tions, to the rise of a great painter and a celebrated actress-Gainsborough and Mrs. Siddons.

MR. WILLIAM COOKE.

He was born at Cork, but left that city in the year 1766, and never returned to it. He came to this country with strong recommendations to the first marquis of Lansdown, the duke of Richmond, Burke, and Goldsmith; and he retained an intimacy with all these distinguished characters through life. Soon after his arrival in London he became a member of the Middle Temple; but, after a circuit or two, purchased a share in two public journals, and devoted himself chiefly to the public press. His first poem was entitled, The Art of Living in London,' which was attended with considerable success.

His next

work bore the title of Elements of Dramatic Criticism.' He afterwards wrote the life of Macklin the actor, with a history of the stage during the career of that performer; he also wrote the life of Foote; and both these works abound with anecdotes and judicious theatrical remarks. His chief poetical production was Conversation,' in the fourth edition of which he introduced characteristic and spiritual sketches of Dr. Johnson and other ornaments of that literary club in Gerard-street, of which only two members now survive - Earl Spencer and Lord Stowell. He paid the same compliment to the Essexstreet club, and feelingly lamented the death of its most distinguished members. By the produce of his industry and occasional bequests, he was gratified with that opportunity of retirement which Goldsmith prophesied would never be his lot. If not distinguished by great learning, he was a man of sense and knowledge, and an agreeable companion.

MR. BOWDICH.

HIE was the son of a considerable manufacturer of Bristol, but, disliking trade, and having a relative in an important situation on the Gold

Coast, he obtained an appointment as a writer in the service of the African Company. In 1816 he arrived at Cape Coast Castle; and, as it was determined to send an embassy to the interior of Ashantee, a service in which few were willing to embark, he was at his own solicitation appointed to that perilous enterprize. Of this expedition he published a narrative that was very favourably received by the public, and obtained for him the reputation of a scientific traveller. He was author of some other publications; and, not long before his death, was employed upon a work tending to illustrate the geology and natural history of Madeira. While he was surveying the river Gambia, in January last, he caught a fever, which proved fatal, when he was only in his thirty-first year. He was a good scholar, an able mathematician, and was endowed with a philosophical mind.

ACADEMICAL DEGREES.

THE University of Kasan has con. ferred on the Emperor of Austria the diploma of a Doctor of Laws, in order to testify its gratitude to his Majesty for having desired that one portion of the astronomical instruments destined for that University should be fabricated at Vienna. The surgical and other instruments of the University of Kasan having been derived from London, the grateful University should solicit George IV. to accept the diploma of Doctor of Medicine.

THE RUSSIAN MARINE,

OF which Peter the Great was the founder, and which under Catherine the Second amounted to 45 ships of the line, now amounts to 70; besides 18 frigates, 26 cutters, 7 brigs, and 54 schooners, 20 gallies, 25 floating batteries, 121 gun-boats, and 143 small armed craft, in all 464 sail, mounted with 5000 pieces of cannon, manned with 33,000 sailors, 9000 marines, and 3000 artillery-men.