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your friendship for me, that I do not once doubt of your kind intentions.

"You have taken the best method possible on such an occasion, not to hurt my spirits; for had you suspected me to be insane, or even nervous, you would have mentioned the subject with more caution, and by so doing, might have given me alarm.

"That the world should say I have lost my senses, I can readily forgive, when I recollect that a few years ago it said the same of Mrs. Siddons.

"I am now fifty-two years old, and yet if I were to dress, paint, and visit, no one would call my understanding in question; or if I were to beg from all my acquaintance a guinea or two, as subscription for a foolish book, no one would accuse me of avarice. But because I choose that retirement suitable to my years, and think it my duty to support two sisters, instead of one servant, I am accused of madness. I might plunge in debt, be confined in prison, a pensioner on 'The Literary Fund,' or be gay as a girl of eighteen, and yet be considered as perfectly in my senses; but because I choose to live in independence, affluence to me, with a mind serene and prospects unclouded, I am supposed to be mad. In making use of the word affluence, I do not mean to exclude some inconveniences annexed, but this is the case in every state. I wish for more suitable lodgings, but I am unfortunately averse to a street, after living so long in a square; but with all my labour to find one, I cannot fix on a spot such as I wish to make my residence for life, and till I do, and am confined to London, the beautiful view from my present apartment of the Surrey hills and the Thames, invites me to remain here, for I believe that there is neither such fine air nor so fine a prospect, in all the town. I am, besides, near my sisters here; and the time when they are not with me is so wholly engrossed in writing, that I want leisure for the convenience of walking out. Retirement in the country would, perhaps, have been more advisable than in London, but my sisters did not like to accompany me, and I did not like to leave them behind. There is, besides, something animating in the reflection that I am in London, though partaking of none of its festivities."

John Wilkes.-On one occasion when Mr. Palmer, the member for Bath, was dining with Wilkes, he commended some pigeons on the table.

"Wilkes gave the following account of them. I was particularly fond of pigeons,' said he, 'and wanted to encourage a fine breed. I procured some from France and other places on the continent, but, having taken all possible pains to render their reception agreeable, after a short time they returned to their native place. At length I despaired of ever possessing a breed of my favourite bird, when a friend advised me to try Scotland. I did so, and the pigeons that you admire, of which I procured a large stock, have never returned to their own country.'

to take a pinch, he said, 'No, sir, I thank you, I have no small vices.'"

Mr. Pitt." Mr. Pitt went one evening into the late Duchess of Gordon's box at the Operahouse. Not having seen him for some time, she addressed him with her usual blunt familiarity, 'Well, Mr. Pitt, do you talk as much nonsense as you did when I last saw you?'-'I know not that,' said Mr. Pitt, but I have certainly not heard so much nonsense since I had last the pleasure of seeing your grace.'

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"During war-time a member of parliament arose in the House of Commons, and proposed that the militia should not be ordered out of the kingdom. Mr. Pitt immediately arose, and with sarcastic smile said, Except in case of invasion.''

George Bodens and the Chairman.-" George Bodens, a well-known character of the time, was enormously bulky, and on leaving one of the clubs in St. James's Street, he had called a sedan-chair, and just as he was entering it a nobleman who was getting into his carriage, seeing him, called to him, and said he would give him a cast home. Bodens then left the chair, and gave the chairman a shilling. What! no more, your honour?' said the chairman. 'Why,' said Bodens, 'I did not enter your chair.' Ah! but consider the fright, please your honour.'

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The Pinchbecks.-" Of these there were three

brothers, all of whom were acquainted with my father. They had invented the metal which went by their name, and to attract public attention they pretended to quarrel, and advertised against each other, all claiming the invention, and proclaiming the superiority of the article in which each of them dealt. They were, however, upon the most amiable footing in reality, and used to meet every night and divide the profits of the day."

The King of Grief-The following is infinitely better than a mere anecdote; it is Lewis, a provincial actor,

full of nature.

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was generally known by the title of The King of Grief,' as he had watery eyes, which made him always appear to be weeping, and as he was continually predicting misery to himself. As he was a harmless man and possessed of professional brethren, and had some share in au literary talents, he was treated kindly by his annual benefit.

"On one occasion, when the benefit had been very productive to him, he was congratulated

on his success.

Instead of evincing his own satisfaction, he began crying, and said, 'Ah! I shall not be so lucky next year.' Mr. Younger, who was a very friendly man, invited old Lewis to dine with him at Liverpool. Lewis declined the invitation, alleging the indifferent state of his attire. Mr. Younger desired him to into go the wardrobe of the theatre, and gave orders that he should receive any suit of clothes that fitted him. As soon as he was properly accommodated, he rejoined Mr. Younger at dinner. After a few glasses of wine, which instead of

prompt him, and he told the following story nearly as I shall give it.

"Sir, I remember I once played the character of the boy who wears the red breeches and offends his mother.' 'Jerry Blackaire, in "The Plain Dealer," I suppose,' said I. 'Yes, sir, that was the part. Well, sir, I played a great number of tricks to divert the audience; and the chief part was played by the surly, fat fellow, whose name I have forgot.' 'Probably Quin, sir.' 'Ay, sir, that was the man. Well, sir, when I went into the green-room, the surly fat man began to scold me, and told me that while I played my tricks, it was impossible to have a chaste scene with me. I told him that, different as our cast was, I had the public to please as well as himself. But, sir,' said he, you must get rid of your tricks.' I said I could not. But, sir,' said he, you shall.' By this time I was provoked, and said, 'You lie.'** At the end of the play he sent me a challenge, and said he should wait for me at the pillar in Covent Garden. But, sir, I was a pantomime cullin those days, and I sent word that I would come to him when the entertainment was over. But, sir, the manager, a sweet man, who was my great friend, resolved that nothing fatal should take place-I forget his name.' Probably Fleetwood, sir.' 'Ay, that was the man,-sent a message to the surly fellow at the pillar, and would make up a bed for me at the theatre for fear of consequences, and so the matter ended.'"

A Necessitous Author." A lieutenant in the royal navy had written a political pamphlet, but being called to his duty, was not able to see it through the press. He therefore placed it in the hands of a bookseller, desiring that he would give it to some literary man, who, for duly preparing it for publication, should have half the profits. The bookseller gave it Mr. Cooke, who soon discharged his duty. The work was published, and the profits were thirty pounds, all of which was given to Mr. Cooke, who took his portion, and reserved the other half for the author whenever he should call for it. Many years elapsed and he heard nothing of him. At length a gentleman called on him, told his name, and declared himself to be the author of the

pamphlet, telling him, he knew that fifteen pounds were due to him on account of the pamphlet, and adding, he was ashamed to take it, but that his poverty and not his will' consented, as he had a wife and an increasing family, Mr. Cooke had the money ready for him, which the stranger took, and expressed his gratitude at parting. The necessitous author was the late Lord Erskine."

Bibb, the Engraver.-"How Bibb supported himself, having relinquished engraving, it would be difficult to conceive, if he had not levied taxes upon all whom he knew, insomuch that, besides his title of Count, he acquired that of 'Half-crown Bibb,' by which appellation he was generally distinguished, and according to a rough, and, perhaps, fanciful estimate, he had borrowed at least 2,0001. in half-crowns.

"There are many proofs of Wilkes's wit, raising his spirits depressed him, he began when the death of Dr. Johnson was announced

which are too well known to be introduced in this place. The following, however, I believe, have not publicly appeared. A lady once asked him to take a hand at whist, but he declined in the following terms, 'Dear lady, do not ask me, for I am so ignorant that I cannot distinguish the difference between a king and a knave?'

"In a dispute between Sir Watkin Lewes and himself, the former said, 'I'll be your butt no longer. With all my heart, said Wilkes,' I never like an empty one.'

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Upon another occasion he displayed his sarcastic humour on royalty, for he said 'he loved the King (George the Third) so much, that he hoped never to see another.'

Upon having a snuff-box presented to him

weeping. Mr. Younger, with great kindness; asked him the cause of his sudden grief; 'Why,' said he, is it not lamentable to think that such a man of genius as myself, should be obliged to such a stupid fellow as you are for a suit of clothes and a dinner?'"

Macklin. The following is equally excellent in the same way. The failing memory of age is admirably depicted. Taylor and Dr. Wolcot were together one evening, in the Rainbow Coffee-House, when Macklin came in.

"I found his memory (says Mr. Taylor,) much impaired, but he recollected facts, though he forgot names. My little acquaintance with theatrical history, however, enabled me

to

"I remember to have met him on the day in the newspapers, and expressed my regret at the loss of so great a man, Bibb interrupted me, and spoke of him as a man of no genius, whose mind contained nothing but the lumber of learning. I was modestly beginning a panegyric upon the doctor, when he again interrupted me

with, Oh! never mind that old blockhead, Luckily for him, I had a little more. Have you such a thing as ninepence about you?'

"There was something so whimsical in this incident, that I mentioned it to some friends, and that and others of the same kind, doubtless, induced Mr. Kenny to make him the hero of his diverting farce, called Raising the Wind,' already mentioned. Another circumstance of a similar nature was told me by Mr. Morton,

whose dramatic works are deservedly popular. He told me that Bibb met him one day after the successful performance of one of his plays, and, concluding that a prosperous author ought to have plenty of cash, commenced his solicitation accordingly, and ventured to ask him for the loan of a whole crown. Morton assured him

that he had no more silver than three shillings and sixpence. Bibb readily accepted them, of course, but said on parting, 'Remember, I intended to borrow a crown, so you owe me eighteen-pence.'

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But we must conclude, at least for the present.

Wild Sports of the West. With Legendary
Tales, and Local Sketches. By the Author
of Stories of Waterloo.' 2 vols. 8vo.
London: Bentley.

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and part of Tipperary." The book itself is
readable and pleasant, though somewhat
coarse. It contains some comic traits of Irish

character, not spoiled by being overwrought,
and its pictures of society have the merit of
truth and fidelity, as we can testify, who have
Richard Martin. The author is manifestly
ourselves visited the regions ruled over by
on excellent terms with himself, to which we
should have little objection, if he did not now
and then favour us with a parade of learning
which explains nothing but the extent of his
ignorance. It is, of course, not a work for
a formal review; we shall, therefore, only
from the ruinous overdose of quackery ad-
extract a few passages, and leave it to recover
ministered by its publisher.

The anecdotes of the Mad Major are very
good, though not all suited for a work in-
tended for general circulation. The follow-
ing we heard authenticated on the spot where
the scene is laid.

The Beggars of Mullingar.

"THERE are certain houses, of which if an
angel were the owner as well as the sign,
their character would remain unaltered and
unimproved." So said Lord Brougham, in
his speech on the reform of the laws; and
verily, if we ever doubted that morality was
"When the gallant 50th were removed to
wondrously dependent on localities, there are
Mullingar, it was supposed that this town
circumstances that would bring us back again produced a greater number of beggars than
any in the King's dominions-a swarm of pau-
to the opinions of the Chancellor. New Bur-
pers rendered the streets almost impassable,
lington Street, for instance, must possess a
and ingress or egress to or from a shop was oc-
peculiar atmosphere, for its "malaria" has casionally impractical. Now beggars were to
generated an endemic disease, of which the
the Mad Major an abomination; and for two
symptoms are strongly marked and broadly days he ensconced himself in his lodgings, ra-
defined. We have observed among these ther than encounter the mendicants of Mullin-
characteristics a desire to be fondled and gar. Confinement will increase bile, and bile
dandled by certain literary nurses hired for may induce gout; and at last, wearied of cap-
the special purpose-a nervous dread of en- tivity, he sallied forth, and to every application
countering the harsher treatment of the
for relief he specified an early day, requesting
unsalaried and unpensioned-a rabid appe-appointed time. His wish was faithfully at-
the numerous supplicants to be punctual to the
tite for praise, that even the extravagances
of purchased eulogy cannot satiate-and a
fear of the doses administered by honest phy-
sicians, who consult the true benefit rather
than the capricious wishes of their patients.
With the warehouse of Mr. Colburn it ap-
pears that his quondam partner has also in-
herited this cruel sickness; and we fear that
he lies in it without the slightest chance or
hope of recovery. We shall not at present
prescribe for him; but we
must protest
against his being permitted to injure his
friends in the fiercer paroxysms of his disease.

tended to, and on the expected morning, the
street where he resided was literally blocked
up. The Major, under a volley of blessings,
appeared at the hall-door. Are you all here?'
he inquired in accents of the tenderest com-
passion. All, your honour,- all, young and
owld! responded a big beggar-man. 'We're
all here, Colonel, avorneen!' exclaimed a red
virago, but my own poor man, Brieney Bok-
kogh; and he, the crater, fell into the fire a
Sunday night, and him hearty, and sorrow stir
he can make good nor bad.' Ah, then,' said
the humane Commander, why should poor
Brien be left out? Arrah! run yourself, and

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Before us is a book which, if launched fairly into the world, had every chance of the bring the cripple to us!' In a twinkling, off went the red virago, and after a short absence, reasonable success it merits; but the pub-issued from a neighbouring lane, with Brieney lisher, believing it to be as frail and as badly built as some of his former ventures, laboriously proceeds to fill its sails with puffs, and has puffed to such purpose, that the bark is all but overset. How any author, with a spark of creditable feeling, can submit to such a system, passes our comprehension-a system now fast approaching the consummation when "Buy Bentley's books," will drive from the walls, "Buy Warren's blacking."

The Wild Sports of the West' is a title whose sound savours of affectation, and which, moreover, very badly describes the subject; there is nothing "wild" in fishing and shooting, the principal achievements recorded: had the author introduced the fashionable topics of murder, abduction, aud carding amusements sufficiently rife in some parts of Ireland-he might have had wildness enough. But we blame him not for the omission: proctors, gaugers, and policemen, are shot only in the civilized portions of Ireland, and a murder is a rare incident in that country, "bounded on three sides by Christendom

on her shoulders. Are ye all here now?'
inquired the tender-hearted chieftain. 'Every
single sowl of us;' said an old woman in re-
ply. Ogh! that the light of heaven may
shine on his honour's dying hour, but it's he
that's tender to the poor.' Amen, sweet
Jasus!' responded a hundred voices. Silence!'
said the Mad Major, as he produced a small
book neatly bound in red morocco. 'Whisht,
your sowls' cried the big beggar-man. Are
ye listening?" Sha, sha! yes, yes:' was
responded in English and Irish.

Then, by
the contents of this blessed book, and it's the
Bible; a rap I won't give one of ye, you in-
fernal vagabonds, if I remained a twelvemonth
in Mullingar!'

The sporting incidents are well narrated; and the following is an occurrence which we persuade ourselves must be true, for we cannot give the author credit for the invention.

The Punt Adrift.

"On a stormy evening one of the boatmen was ordered to cross the estuary for spring

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water, and set out accordingly for a supply, accompanied by a wild-looking and non-descript animal who infests the premises, who is known to the establishment by the name of 'Achil The river was flooded, the evening stormy, and Peeterein, after leaving his coadjutor in strict charge of the skiff, set off to fill his water-vessels, and to return, if possible, before the dusk had fallen into darkness. Achil, as the evening was chilly, lay down in the bottom of the skiff to shelter himself from the piercing east wind; and in place of keeping watch and ward like an able mariner, composed himself to sleep.

Meanwhile the river rose fearfully; the breeze freshened into a gale, and when Peeterein hurried back with his water-vessels, he had the satisfaction of seeing the punt half a mile down channel, hurrying, as fast as a flooded river and a freshening storm could urge it, to the bar, which now broke in thunder. I had been shooting on this side, and reached the strand while Peeterein was hallooing for assistance. A boat was rapidly despatched the skiff, when its destruction appeared inevitable, was overtaken, and Achil found as comfortably asleep as if he were in his accustomed crib in the barn. The ebullitions of Peeterein's sorrow, while the fate of skiff and boy was still uncertain, astonished me; and when I saw the punt in tow, I observed, that, as the boy was recovered, he might now cease his

lamentations.-The Lord be blessed! there she is; another minute would have made noggin staves of her! Arrah! and did ye think it was Achil I was frettin after; the divil pursue him for an unlucky member! No, faith-I was in sore distress, for my brother's shoes were aboard!'"

Before the late religious excitement, there was a frequent interchange of civilities be tween the clergy of the rival churches: the priest and the parson were frequently such friends, that the former would denounce from the altar the impious withholders of tithe. The scene is now changed, certainly not for the better; and we fear that no future historian will have to recount a parallel to

The Loan of a Congregation.

"Och, hone!' exclaimed the otter-killer, 'isn't it a murder to see the clargy making such fools of themselves now! When I was young, priests and ministers were hand and glove. It seems to me but yesterday, when Father Patt Joyce, the Lord be good to him! lent Mr. Carson a congregation."

"Eh! what, Antony?' said the Colonel. 'A congregation appears rather an extraordi nary article to borrow.'

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The otter-killer explains the mystery thus: "We were just as comfortable as we could be, when a currier † stops at the door with a letter, which he said was for Mr. Carson. Well, when the minister opens it, he got as pale as a sheet, and I thought he would have fainted. Father Patt crossed himself. Arrah, Dick,' says he, the Lord stand between you and evil! is there any thing wrong?' 'I'm ruined,' says he; for some bad member has wrote to the Bishop, and told him that I have no congregation, because you and I are so intimate, and he's coming down to-morrow with the Dane, to see the state of things. Och, hone!' says he, 'I'm fairly ruined.'-' And is that all that's frettin' ye?' says the priest.· Arrah, dear Dick,'-for they called each other by their cristen names,- is this all? If it's a congregation ye want, ye shall have a dacent one to-morrow, and lave that to me;-and now, we'll take our drink, and not matter the Bishop a fig.'

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Well, next day, sure enough, down comes + Alias courier.

the Bishop, and a great retinue along with him; and there was Mr. Carson ready to receive him. I hear,' says the Bishop, mighty stately, that you have no congregation.' In faith, your Holiness,' says he, you'll be soon able to tell that,'-and in he walks him to the church, and there were sitting threescore well-dressed men and women, and all of them as devout as if they were going to be anointed; for that blessed morning, Father Patt whipped mass over before ye had time to bless yourself, and the clanest of the flock was before the Bishop in the church, and ready for his Holiness. To see that all behaved properly, Father Patt had hardly put off the vestment, till he slipped on a cota more,† and there he sat in a back sate like any other of the congregation. I was near the Bishop's reverence; he was seated in an arm-chair belonging to the priest-Come here, Mr. Carson,' says he; 'some enemy of your's,' says the sweet old gentleman, wanted to injure you with me. But I am now fully satisfied.' And turning to the Dane, By this book!' says he, I didn't see a claner congregation this month of Sundays!"

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The jokes told against the Achil islanders are beyond number. We have heard the following related, but no author could supply the loss of the mountaineer, full of humour, mirth, and mischief, who told us the tale with all the pride of conscious superiority. The Mare's Egg.

"An islander was once obliged to go into the town of Castlebar upon business; and among other marvellous things which there met his sight, he was particularly struck with the appearance of an earthen jar in a shopwindow. Ile inquired what this unknown article might be, and was informed that it was a mare's egg, which, if placed beside the fire during the winter, would infallibly produce a foal the ensuing spring. The price was moderate, and the Achil man determined to possess the treasure, and thus become master of a horse. Having effected the purchase, he set out on his way rejoicing-and before evening fell, came within view of his own home, and sat down upon a heathy bank to rest himself. He placed his recent acquisition beside himbut alas! from its spherical form, it rolled down the hill, and striking against a rock at the bottom, was shivered by the blow. A hare, which had couched beneath the stone, startled at the crash, sprang from her form and went off at speed. The unhappy Achil man gazed, in an agony of despair, after what he believed the emancipated quadruped- and then exclaimed with a bitter groan, Mona mon diaoul! What a horse he would have been.'" With the following definition we shall conclude our extracts:

Impudence.

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I remember hearing the word used in a court of justice in a curious sense. A man was on trial, capitally indicted for murder. The chief witness on his examination detailed the leading incidents-his being awakened by cries for help-his rising, striking a light, opening his door, and finding a man dead upon the threshold. And what did you do next, my friend?' interrogated the Crown lawyer. 'Why,' replied the witness, with amazing sang froid, I called out, Are any of ye there that kilt the boy? By J-s, I'll give a thirteen to him who'll tell me who it was that had the

impudence to murder a man at my door!'" The work might have been easily compressed into a pleasant duodecimo. The

+ Anglice, a great coat.

dilating it into two awkward octavos, is a mere bookselling speculation, and the illustrative plates are absolutely disgraceful.

Elements of Music. Part I., Melody, containing an explanation of the Simpler Principles of the Science. By James Fairbairn. Edinburgh, Paterson & Roy; London, Goulding & D'Almaine.

THIS work is avowedly published to facilitate the acquiring of a thorough knowledge of the science of music, from its most simple, to its most abstruse principles. But so far from affording facilities to the student, it seems calculated rather to increase his difficulties. Mr. Fairbairn has touched on many points of abstract theory, which he does not himself seem to understand; and besides propagating many old errors, has added some new ones of his own. What does he mean by stating, that there are eight clefs in music, when every tyro knows that there are only three? He calls the chromatic, the artificial scale, which proves that he is unacquainted with its formation. We could show him that the chromatic and enharmonic scales are as natural as the diatonic. It is singular, that a little further on he should have hit upon the progression by which these scales are formed, without knowing its application. His theory of the semitones, is erroneous and absurd. He says, that the diatonic semitones are theoretically larger than the chromatic, generally in the proportion of 5 to 3. How happens it, then, that the sensible note or sharp seventh of the diatonic scale, forms with the tonic the smallest of all possible semitones? And yet this is a diatonic semitone. His doctrine of what he terms the enharmonic diesis, is equally wrong. In a word, wherever the author attempts to treat of abstract theory, (and this constitutes a considerable portion of his work,) he shows an evident want of the requisite knowledge.

The K'haunie Kineh-Walla; or, Eastern Story-teller: a Collection of Indian Tales. By John Shipp. London: Longman & Co. THIS is a very unpretending production, and coming, as it does, from one who has borne so many of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, whose life has been devoted to the arduous duties of the profession of arms, even were the volume distinguished by fewer literary merits, it would disarm criticism. Mr. Shipp is already favourably known to the public as the author of 'Memoirs' and the Military Bijou'; and the work before us has many claims to our notice,--not the least of which is, that it gives a true picture of a people about whose domestic manners, and customs, and habits, we know little.

The Hindoostance is a hybrid-a sort of 'patois,' in which are become naturalized a vast number of Greek, Persian, Portuguese, French, and English words, and may be considered, till of late years, almost an oral language. Nor are we aware, that in the dialects spoken in our widely-extended empire, there exist any story books, properly so called; for the Totee-nama, or Parrot's Tales, (which it is surprising no oriental scholar has translated,) are only known to the learned, being written in Persian. Yet, though there are no novelists in India, con

teurs or improvisatori are not wanting: some exercise story-telling as a profession. These, though fluent, are far inferior in their art to the Arabs; nor are the Hindoos less fond than they, after the toils and heats of the march, of wiling away their lovely and serene star-lit nights, by making a circle round the K'haunie-Walla, and listening to love adventures, to the legends of the devout lives, austere practices, and instructive discourses of celebrated Durweish, or Fakirs, or the narrative of the exploits of the most remarkable personages, rulers, warriors, and statesmen, who figure in their annals. Inartificial and undramatic as these fables for the most part are, they serve, however, to entertain this peculiar and simple race.

The tales composing this volume are nine in number; and some of the events described in them came under the author's own observation. He possessed also the advantage of visiting the most romantic and beautiful parts of India, particularly the lower range of the Himalayas.

We were most pleased with the last of these tales, The Deserter,' and least with the first, 'The Foresters of Nepaul'-not but the legend bears evident marks of being genuine. The domestication of monkeys, by the wild men of the woods, is only a tradition of Hanuman, the Monkey-god, and his army of apes, that figured in the Ramagana, the war carried on by Rama, for the recovery of his bride Sita-the Helen of the Hindoo Iliad. Lillee, or, the Fair of Hurdwar,' and "The Rose of Hurdwar,' will be read with much interest; and if we had not had a particular account, in some late travels, of that place, we should have been tempted to extract Mr. Shipp's description. By way of a fair specimen of his qualifications as a novelist, we might, if we had space, present our readers with 'The Fakir,' or mendicant priest, who, maddened by the consciousness of his crimes and his severe penances, imagined himself transformed into a demon, and was found in a fort of Muckwanpoor. But perhaps a most temple abandoned by the enemy, near the characteristic portrait of one of those bandits by profession, common in India, and seen by Mr. Shipp at Loodeanna, the frontier station of our empire, in the Upper Provinces, may not be unacceptable; and we give it in the words of the intelligent author.

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'My ancestors were of undoubted rank and consequence. The father of my father, for instance, held the distinguished appointment of leader of one of the most extensive and best organized bands of itinerant robbers that ever subsisted by plunder. My mother, too, was the daughter of a noble fellow, who commanded no less than a hundred vagrant followers, the terror of the country for as many miles round. Of the whole of these my tutor was his especial favourite. There was not a spot upon the head of this my venerable instructor, when he wore the grey hairs of eighty, on which you could place a rupee without its touching a brace of sabrescars. In short, he had received more cuts than

there are days in the year, and prided himself highly on these numerous marks of gallantry and honourable achievement. He had been for nearly seventy years faithful to the society to period had brought many a man to an unexwhich he belonged, and in the course of that pected end. His boasted trophy was a strange one-the tips of the noses of those who had fallen beneath his arm; these he carefully preserved, and he would occasionally exhibit them as proofs of his valour. In skill and agility he was with

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out equal in the troop: he was as active as the monkey, as cunning as the fox, and as coldblooded as the gaunt wolf. Under the tuition of this accomplished master, (who was well known at Loodeanna by the name of Bollicadassas, from his frequent robberies in that neighbourhood,) I had every reason to hope, by common application, to become a distinguished practitioner in the same line."

"True," said I, interrupting my informant, "and yet it would appear, from the iron fetters which you now wear, that you did not profit much by your superior education."

"Why, as to that," replied he, "if you have an hour to spare, I will tell you how it happened," and he continued as follows:

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"Having acquired the rudiments of my profession, under my experienced teacher, I at length pronounced by him fully competent to undertake a job at my own risk, and for my own benefit. As this, my first commission, was rather adroitly performed, the particulars of the affair may perhaps serve to amuse you. We had received information that a young British officer, who had recently arrived from England, was on his way to join the force then lying at Loodeanna. The plucking of this bird was entrusted entirely to my management, and I therefore started to meet him. At about thirty miles from the station of Loodeanna, I found him snugly encamped in a small and solitary toop on the margin of a village. When I spied him he was puffing away at a most beautiful hookah, with a silver mouth-piece and surpoose. 'Lah kho cah,' -thought I to myself, 'it shall not be long before -that fine smoking apparatus changes owners, no better luck await me.' Thus laudably resolved, I hovered about the tent, and reconnoitred its localities, when the smooth-faced boy observing me, exclaimed, 'Holloa! you black rascal! what the devil do you do here? come this way.'-'Yes, massa,' I answered; at the same time advancing towards him.' Then you understand English do you?' said he.-'Oh, yes,' replied I, as well as you do.'-' I dare say you do,' said the young wiseacre, with a knowing air,-(you must doubtless have observed, Sahib, that your raw travellers, and especially the beardless youngsters who come to India as cadets, always think themselves gifted with extraordinary penetration and wit, which confer on them, as they suppose, the privilege of treating all whom they consider their inferiors as knaves and fools. It makes me chuckle when I reflect how often this self-complacency and ill-timed insolence have facilitated my views upon their purses and property-but to preceed:) I dare say you do,' said he; and thieving too to perfection; but what do you want prying about my tent here?' I told him that I wanted employment. 'Good,' said he; but what can you do? Can you steal a horse?'— 'Ah, no, Massa,' answered I, 'you are too hard on your poor servant.'- In what then do you excel?' asked he: can you run?'—' Run !' said I; 'yes-like a buck:'- whereupon, making a sudden snatch at his silver surpoose, arrackdar, and mouth-piece, of which I possessed myself in an instant, I took to my heels, and was out of sight in the twinkling of an eye. Horses were soon saddled, and in pursuit of me. I had worn until this time a large beard, and the dress of an old man; but finding myself too closely followed by the enemy I threw my disguise as well as my booty into a dry well, and then, retracing my steps with great deliberation, I met my pursuers with apparent unconcern. The young Sub, almost mad with rage that he should have been so completely outwitted, eyeing me as I came up, without recognizing me, asked, with breathless anxiety, if I had seen a person running in that direction. What! the fellow with a long beard?' replied I: 'yes, I met him about five hundred yards off, and saw him take

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horse by the tree which you see yonder.' This was enough: off went the whole party helter skelter in the direction I had pointed out to them, while I, intent on more certain game, made with rapid strides towards young master's tent. Here I found a single bearer only, and him I desired to take some ropes to his master without delay, to bind the thief, whom I had seen him catch. Off started the bearer, leaving me to keep watch over his employer's property. This I did with great caution until he was fairly out of sight, and then, breaking open Massa's camel trunks, I extracted therefrom a hundred and fifty rupees, (which, I need scarcely observe, were all that I could find,) and a few other trifles not worth mentioning—such as a watch, a silver snuff-box, two gold rings, and the like. All these I arranged in a very snug and portable little dressing-case, and scampered off towards Loodeanna, with my prize, as fast as my legs would carry me.

are not held in much estimation by those who know the use of their fingers at meals. When melted down, however, they served to make bangles for my children, and, as one cannot in this world always expect the full completion of one's wishes, I was obliged to be contented.

"Having quitted Loodeanna, and having been concerned in innumerable adventures similar to these which I have related, in other places, with varied success, my cast of features, however skilfully disguised, became at length a little too well known in the different cantonments; so, as I had now a numerous family, for whose maintenance it was absolutely necessary that I should be industriously occupied, and had acquired a high reputation among my comrades for courage and craft, I resolved on taking entirely to the road for the future, not only as relieving me, for the time, from the fear of detection and apprehension, respecting which I began to entertain some qualms, but also as presenting the advantage of a more extensive sphere of action, in which my comprehensive and enterprising genius might be adequately employed."

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part of the world, and as one reason, out of many, why we always prefer robbing them in preference to our countrymen. One morning, at a very early hour, I was on the scout, and met an old officer riding towards Loodeanna. I liked the looks of this grey-headed veteran, as well as the splendid appearance of his retinue. There were no half-clad, half-starved followers, such as your poor devils of lieutenants hire, but pampered, well-dressed menials, who did credit to their keep and clothes. Before this cavalcade reached me I turned towards Loodeanna, and

“Thus ended, to my credit as well as profit, my first business transaction. But I had not yet fully accomplished my designs on this pert and conceited stripling, who, as I had reason to believe, had still in his possession numerous little My first adventure on the road," continued articles which might be useful to myself or my the grinning convict, " you may perhaps think friends. The next morning, therefore, I repaired worthy of relation, as it will serve at once as a to the station of Loodeanna, and had the satis-proof how easily the English are gulled in this faction of seeing my victim enter, with dejected countenance, into the cantonments. I passed him without being recognized, and gave him one of my best salaams. Shortly after this I sported a fine pair of red whiskers, with moustachios of the same colour, and tendered my services as a chokeydar (watchman), to guard his property and person against the tricks of the petty cantonment pilferers. I was fortunate enough to be accepted, and the very following night, when he was boozing with his new companions at the mess, I took a fancy to his double-barrelled gun and a pair of beautiful pistols, which were nicely packed together in a case. I wish all officers would be equally careful, it would save poor thieves a vast deal of trouble; and I really must say, in favour of the young gentleman of whom I am speaking, that he certainly kept his little valuables in very neat and portable order. But I am straying from my story, and I fear shall exhaust your patience.

"I took a fancy, as I said before, to the gun and pistols, and of course, therefore, did not hesitate to take them into my own keeping without delay. Having deposited my new acquisition in a place of safety, I began to reflect on the best way of disposing of myself; and it very naturally occurred to me that it would not be particularly desirable to show my face again at my new master's; indeed, it seemed pretty obvious, that if I had anything further to do at Loodeanna, it should be accomplished with all practicable despatch. I therefore left the station at once, and went, with two of my companions, and drew up the silver surpoose, clothes, &c. from the well where they were deposited; but, about midnight, as I knew that the general had invited a large party, I returned to Loodeanna by bye-roads, and assuming the dress of a Khitmutgar, I made direct for the general's cook-house, and mixed, without suspicion, with the servants engaged for the occasion. Here, before I took my leave, I managed to increase my possessions by the addition of a tolerably good-looking camel-hair cloak, belonging to one of the party, and a few silver spoons, &c. which were lying about as though in want of a proprietor. But to say the truth, I was greatly disappointed in this affair, for I had expected a much richer booty, and this, I was well aware, was my last chance in Loodeanna. The cloak, to be sure, was a decided prize, it being an article which I absolutely stood in need of for my own personal comfort, for the winter season was fast approaching; but as to spoons, they

walked slowly on. I was in the disguise of a mendicant priest, with two baskets tied on the end of two sticks, such as pilgrims here carry on their journies. On the old general's passing me, I gave him the usual greeting, and asked for alms, but not a single pice could I extract from him, and I was told, by an impudent fellow of a chupprassee to furruck, (get out of the way.) This order I obeyed with seeming respect, and, drawing back a short distance to let the old curmudgeon pass, I joined in with the servants in the rear, from whom I learnt that their master was a general. So much the better,' thought I; I may have a rare haul here, if I manage matters well. Resolved to take active measures immediately I slunk behind, and withdrew to a spot where I knew I should find a party of my own tribe. Here I changed my dress, and instantly started again to overtake the noble general, carrying on my head some fowls and chickens for sale. I found the old gentleman seated at breakfast under a tree; but it was some time before I could strike a bargain with him. At last, however, I agreed to let him have my whole stock for a rupee, which he told me to get from the sirdar-bearer. Thus commissioned, I went to a large double pole-tent to demand my money, and imagine my delight, Sahib, when the incautious bearer pulled out a huge bag of rupees! This was no doubt intended to impress me with a high idea of his consequence. Some delay now occurred, in consequence of this trusty treasurer's claiming, as his own perquisite, four anas as dustooree (custom,) which he insisted on being deducted from the rupee that he was to pay me. This imposition I affected to resist, in order to gain time; and during the interval thus afforded me, I availed myself of the opportunity of examining how every thing was arranged in the tent, with a view to future operations. The negoci ation concluded, I went and salaamed the general, who told me I might call again when I had

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any more such bargains to offer. I returned two or three times after this, variously disguised, and with different commodities. On one of these visits I found that the general, having over-gorged himself at tiffen, had lain down to sleep, and I was delighted to observe that his bedstead rested on the edges of two camel-trunks, which I could not doubt contained valuable property of some kind or other. My future plans were now arranged. I returned to my own party, dressed myself with neatness, revisited the general, and representing myself as the zemindar of the village, asked him if he did not require some chokeydars for the night, for that he was now in a part of the country notorious for the robberies committed by the desperate Bhattees. No sooner did the gallant veteran hear the word Bhattee mentioned than he ordered me to procure him six watchmen immediately. These were soon found, in six of my tried companions, who, at my bidding, were speedily on the spot. These trusty guardians, I arranged, should be stationed outside the tent, while the general's sepoys were desired to form a chain round the whole of his servants and baggage. The noble general had, I suppose, taken a few extra glasses of wine that evening to keep up his spirits, for I had not posted my six men more than an hour before he began snoring most lustily. For the next two hours nothing was to be heard but continual challenging. This apparent vigilance on the part of the hired chokeydars, deluded the sepoys into a belief that their master was amply guarded without their assistance, and they therefore very coolly dropped off to sleep, one after another. Having walked my rounds, and convinced myself that they were all sound, I returned to the tent of the snoring general, and with the aid of my companions, taking each of us a corner of the bed, we, with great caution, raised the commander, bed and all, off his trunks, and deposited him quietly in another part of the room. Scarcely had we placed the old snoring general on terra firma when he turned over, gave a grunt, and said something about 'more wine.' All this time we were making ready for a bolt: again all was quiet, save the calling of some spies I had outside to keep the course clear. We seized the camel trunks, and were in the act of conveying them away, when the old boy was seized with a violent fit of sneezing; every sneeze ran through our veins like boiling lead. Again he went to sleep and snored aloud. We had got the trunks to the aperture which we had cut in the side of the tent, when one of my faithful companions stumbled over the foot of the sirdar-bearer, who grumbled out something we did not understand. When outside, we heard the old general calling chedah, his sirdah, who always replied:-'I am coming, Sahib, I am coming, Sahib.' All was again as still as the grave, not even the solitary step vibrated on the cold night air. The general being thus disposed of, it is perfectly unneces sary for me to add that we soon conveyed both his trunks and ourselves from his neighbourhood. By this affair we divided cash to the amount of three huudred rupees each, besides various valuables both in gold and silver.

"In this manner," continued the narrator, “I went on practising for several years with tolerable success, and it will need only a few words to inform you how I was caught at last. I had become so well known and so formidable in the neighbourhood which I generally frequented, that my person was advertised, and a price set on my head. Several unfortunates, supposed to be me, had in consequence been fired at and wounded; and, therefore, as a chance shot may kill the devil, I thought it wise to absent myself for a time from my old haunts, and resolved to take a professional trip to the station of Cawnpore. Here I was concerned in a robbery on the premises of an English merchant, (I had

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always a special liking for the English,) and
was just in the act of getting very comfortably
off with my booty, when, not having thoroughly
reconnoitered the premises, I found myself sud-
denly landed at the bottom of a dry well. From
this trap there was no possibility of escape.
was soon dragged out, and taken before the
judge, who, as a reward for many meritorious
achievements, ornamented me with the badges
which I now wear. I have still, however, a
trick or two left, and do not live without hope,
as I have a device in my head, which, should it
succeed, will soon restore me to my friends,
when, Sahib, should you be travelling in my
way, with plenty of money in your possession,
I should be happy to try my skill on you."

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"Thanking the man for his ingenious story, and the very obliging offer with which he concluded it, I rode on.'

Major's Cabinet Gallery of Pictures; with
Historical and Critical Descriptions by
Allan Cunningham. No. II.

THIS is a decided improvement on the first
number. It contains The Marriage Festi-
val,' by Claude, engraved by Mansell; "The
Holy Family' of Sir Joshua, by Worthington;
and the 'Puck,' after the same, by Marr.
The first is but indifferent; the others are
highly creditable-the Puck,' indeed, ex-
cellent. To know how such a work can be
sold for half-a-crown, not a little perplexes
As we cannot give our readers a speci-
men of the burin illustrations, we must con-
tent ourselves with a pen-and-ink sketch;
and we may hint to Mr. Mansell that his la-
bours but imperfectly realize the description,
which is, indeed, only inferior to the picture,
and from which any artist of imagination
might almost copy it.

us.

"The broad and lake-like river lying calm in the sun-shine; the grand masses of pillared ruins rising on either side, and telling of the waste of war or of time; and the hill

Whose sunbright summit mingles in the sky, towering lofty and blue in the distance; and canopied with one of those glorious firmaments which Claude alone knew how to produce, unite and form a harmonious combination, which renders secondary all other parts of the picture. When we have gazed our fill on the river, the ruins, the hills, and the sun diffusing a subdued splendour over all, we turn our eyes to more subordinate but still beautiful things. We then observe a small stream flung in foaming lines from the summit of a rugged and precipitous rock; it first descends in an almost unbroken sheet of water, then it is seen leaping down from cliff to crag, or flashing like gleams of silvery light among the branches of the trees, which grow there to reclaim the scene from a certain savage grandeur not in strict keeping with the rest of the composition. Far below, and close on the river, a busy mill-wheel is seen scattering a sort of luminous spray from its buckets; a tall tower is beside it to chasten the mechanical look of the mill; while nearer a herd of cows, chased by the burning sun from their pastures, are hurrying into a shady pool for the twofold purpose of drinking and cooling their hoofs. Nor should the trees in the foreground be left unnoticed, for they are in truth exceedingly beautiful, and the painter has employed them in giving shade to the groups of wedding guests, and in narrowing the prospect near to the eye that he might open it up in boundless splendour in the distance.

"We now come to the gathered and gathering groups which give the present name to the picture. Under the shade of the trees, on the right hand, the party of the bride are

met; some are seated on the ground, others stretched on the grass, a few are standing or walking about; while to cheer them, and maintain a look of joy, a girl and a youth dance merrily on the green to the sound of their own music. Nor have they come empty handedcups, beakers, and well filled baskets, are heaped on the ground, and boats seem ready on the river to add an excursion on the water to the other pleasures of the bridal day. They are evidently waiting for something, and on looking to the left, we soon see what it is-the bridegroom and his train come on horseback down one of the glades of the forest; some are hastening onwards, but the leader is holding his hand above his brow that he may see more clearly the loveliness of the landscape, or rather the party of the bride making merry amongst the neighbouring trees. There is a variety of objects in this picture. The wide wear, or dam across the river, which breaks the monotonous expanse of surface and adds a waterfall, and the distant bridge with its long succession of arches, may be named as secondary yet beautiful things. There are some objects, however, which seem little akin to the ruling character of the whole; of these the mill is the most objectionable, but the objection lies chiefly in the name; the painter, with that poetic tact which distinguishes all his works, has concealed in trees, or in fine ruins, all that is vulgar or mechanical; we see little else than the wheel dim among the spray and thick droppings, and the stream which A high and antique tower beside it leads the turns it falling in foaming lines from the buckets. eye from 'La Molina,' and induces the spectator to think of days when a banner was on its summit and lights were in the windows."

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OUR LIBRARY TABLE.

Songs of the Sea Nymphs, and Scenes in Fairy Land, by T. Millar.'-Mr. Millar is a basketmaker, and soothes the hours of labour by the composition of verse: we are not sure that the good citizens of Nottingham will reward his strains by either reading them or praising them; yet we think they might do both without being charged with an over zeal in patronage. We would advise them to read the last song of this little book first; and when pleased with the author's feeling, make an experiment on the 'Songs of the Sea Nymphs,' or the 'Scenes in Fairy Land' there is considerable freedom of fancy and splendour of description. We subjoin the song:

I gazed upon her silent face,
But death had rested there,
And on her marble cheek I dropt
A burning heart-wrung tear;
And every breast was sobbing loud,
Within that mournful cot,

I thought my bleeding heart would break,
But ah! they knew me not.

I saw her settled eye-lids shade
Those orbs of softest blue,

Which beam'd a welcome when we met,
Where dark trees closely grew;

I saw her auburn ringlets lie,
And have not yet forgot,
How once I stole a waving tress-
But ah! they knew me not.

I saw those lips I oft had kiss'd,
Like faded roses lie,

I gazed upon her cold white breast,
And gave a deep, deep sigh;

I thought how once that bosom beat
When seated in her grot,
And I recall'd my broken vow-
But ah! they knew me not.

I bent to kiss her placid brow,
All eyes on me did gaze,
Save those which had for ever closed
Their brightly piercing rays;

I saw them strew around her bier
Wild flowers, and knew the spot,
Where once they bloom'd-I saw no more:
But ah! they knew me not.

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