and Mr. Joseph Parkes, in returning thanks, paid a just and warm tribute to his virtues as a public and private man. He said that

The purity of Dr. Priestley's personal character and his private virtues were never even questioned by a virulent press, or the tongue of slander. He was indebted to his own single exertions, unaided by factitious circumstances of birth and fortune, for his distinguished literary eminence and scientific reputation. To use the language of the Roman, Dr. Priestley was "born of himself," and could boast no aristocratic lineage he was essentially a self-educated man, who had derived no advantages from academical education. His own zealous love of truth and science raised him to celebrity. Mr. Corrie, and the recent meeting of the first men of science in London, had done ample justice to his promotion of science and philosophy. Mr. Parkes would not involve the unanimity of the meeting by an ill-timed or illiberal allusion to Dr. Priestley's particular political or religious opinions; but it was due to that illustrious man to say, that truth was the great and single object of all his intellectual exertions that the freedom of discussion and opinion which he claimed for himself be desired to extend to all mankind and that he boldly maintained civil and religious liberty, in the most unrestricted sense, to be the right of all men in all countries. The war of opinion which burst out on the first French Revolution involved the characters of many great public men in temporary prejudice and persecution, but the political opinions of Dr. Priestley were now the practical views of the present generation; and to him was especially due the merit of exciting public attention to the injustice of the civil disabilities of the Protestant Dissenters, now so happily erased from the Statute-book of England.

The memory of the Reverend Robert Hall was drunk in the course of the evening; and the Reverend Mr. Berry, who spoke to the toast, as a friend of Mr. Hall, related the following anecdote of that eminent man.

"Travelling with the venerable and learned Andrew Fuller, in a coach from Bristol to London, the conversation turned on political topics. Mr. Hall was told that there was a probability of speedily obtaining a Reformed Parliament; on which he said, Sir, I should think nothing of walking a thousand miles barefoot, to be beheaded at the end of my journey, if so desirable an end could be accomplished.' (cheers). To which Mr. Fuller humorously replied, I think, brother Hall, you would walk mighty slow."" (Laughter and cheers.)

Strange Case of Manslaughter.-A lad about seventeen years of age, son of Mr. Hayward, a

shopkeeper, of Moretonhampstead, has laboured for some time past under a disease of the eyes, to relieve which an issue had been made in his neck. A girl, about fifteen years of age, had been accustomed to dress it; and was doing so on Sunday week, in the kitchen of the house. When she had finished the operation, she observed to the lad Hayward, "What wry faces you make up while I am dressing your issue;" at the same time imitating him. To this he replied in a surly tone, “If you mock me again, I am d—d if I don't shoot you." The girl repeated her mimicry; when he instantly took a loaded pistol from his pocket, and shot her. The ball entered the poor girl's head at the corner of the eye, and lodged in the back part of the skull; she lay in great agony for some hours, when death put a period to her sufferings. The scoundrel was permitted to be at large on the Sunday and Monday, not having been taken up until Tuesday; when a coroner's inquest was held on the body of the unfortunate girl, by Mr. Gribble, of Ashburton; and the Jury, after an investigation of four hours, returned a verdict of " Manslaughter." He was accordingly committed to Devon County Gaol on Wednesday, whence he has since been liberated under a bail of 1,000l., in two sureties of 5007. each.-Western Luminary.

A Knavish Taxgatherer.—The inhabitants of Lambeth have for many years been most grossly overcharged by the collector of the king's taxes, who has lately absconded from his residence in the Waterloo Road. Several of the parishioners suspected that they were called upon to pay more than the amount of the actual assessment upon their houses. An investigation was consequently entered upon; and it has been stated that four hundred different charges can be brought against the delinquent, the penalties upon which amount to 45,000. Scarcely an inhabitant has escaped being thus defrauded of from ten to twenty shillings, and in many cases more, annually, for very many years past. The collector held his office twenty years; and his surcharges, during that period, have averaged 2,000l. per annum.

A Hard Case. When Mr.Watson Taylor left England, he was indebted to several of his tenants at Erlstoke-to some for malt, to others for coals, and to others for money actually advanced to pay his servants' wages-all of whom were promised that their demands should be allowed in their respective rents. Those, however, who have now the management of the property do not feel themselves authorised to fulfil this promise; and one tenant, a few days since actually had his horses seized for payment of his rent, while 2001. remained due to him from his landlord.

FRANCES, LADY GRAHAM, whose portrait forms the embellishment of this month, is the daughter of Colonel Callander, of Craigforth Ness and Ardkinglass in Stirlingshire; and wife to the Right Honourable Sir James Graham, Bart. of Netherby, First Lord of the Admiralty, and Member of His Majesty's Privy Council.

The house of Callander of Craigforth, from which Lady Graham paternally descends, ranks among the most ancient in Stirlingshire. During the reign of King James the Sixth, one of the lairds of Craigforth served with distinction in the continental wars of that period, and his father having been the royal armour bearer, he received a considerable sum from the Scottish monarch upon his accession to the English throne, which enabled him to make considerable additions to the family property of Craigforth. The grandfather of Lady Graham, the late John Callander, of Craigforth, was a man of considerable literary attainments, and devoted a great part of his time to the study and enjoyment of the fine arts. As a writer, his name is known by the dissertations which he published on Paradise Lost, and on some of the works of King James the Fifth. Mr. Callander wedded Mary, eldest daughter of Sir James Livingstone, Bart., whose mother was the daughter of Sir James Campbell, of Ardkinglass. This Sir James Campbell entailed the estate of Ardkinglass on Sir James and Lady Livingstone, on condition of their

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assuming the name and arms of Campbell. Mr. Callander died in 1798, and was succeeded by his eldest son,

JAMES CALLANDER, Esq., who, in 1810, on the demise of Sir Alexander Campbell, the only son of his uncle, Sir James Livingstone, Bart., inherited the estates and title of Campbell, of Ardkinglass, and became Sir James Campbell.

Sir James wedded, thirdly, Lady Elizabeth M'Donnel, youngest sister of the Marquess of Antrim, by whom, (who died in 1797,) he has issue,

Alexander James, a Major in the British service;

Randal Mac Donnel;

Caroline, who married Thomas Sheridan,
Esq., son of the late Right Hon. Richard
Brinsley Sheridan.
Georgiana.

Frances, the subject of our Memoir, mar

ried, as before stated, in 1819, to The Right Honourable Sir JAMES ROBERT GRAHAM, Bart., M. P. for Cumberland, and First Lord of the Admiralty, the representative of the very ancient house of Graham, of Netherby, which claims descent from the renowned chieftain GREME, who, in the year 404, commanded King Fergus the Second's army, and was Governor of Scotland in the minority of that monarch's grandchild, EUGENE the Second. From the time of this distinguished person, the name of Graham has been one of the most

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brilliant in the records of Scotland. "The ancient and most powerful house of Graham," says Sir Walter Scott, in The Lady of the Lake, "held extensive possessions in the counties of Dumbarton and Stirling. Few families can boast of more historical renown, having claim to three of the most remarkable characters in the Scottish annals; Sir John Græme, the faithful and undaunted partaker of the labours and patriotic warfare of Wallace, fell in the unfortunate field of Falkirk, in 1298. The celebrated Marquess of Montrose, in whom De Retz saw realised the abstract ideas of the heroes of antiquity, was the second of these worthies; and, notwithstanding the severity of his temper, and the vigour with which he executed the oppressive mandates of the princes whom he served, I do not hesitate to name, as the third, John Graham, of Claverhouse, Viscount Dundee, whose heroic death, in the arms of victory, may be allowed to cancel the memory of his cruelty to the non-conformists during the reigns of CHARLES the Second and JAMES

the Second." The immediate ancestor of the present Sir James Graham was

The Rev. ROBERT GRAHAM, D. D., grandson of Sir George Graham, second Baronet of Esk, who inherited the estates of his cousin, Catherine, Lady Widdrington, in 1757. He espoused Frances, daughter of Reginald Graham, of Norton Conyers, and was succeeded by his eldest son,

JAMES GRAHAM, Esq., of Netherby, who was created a BARONET, 28th December, 1782. Sir James married in 1785, Catherine, eldest daughter of John, seventh Earl of Galloway, by his Countess, Anne, daughter of Sir James Dashwood, Baronet, and had, with other children, a son and heir, the present Sir JAMES ROBERT GEORGE GRAHAM, Baronet, of Netherby, who has issue by his present lady,

Frederick Ulric, born 1820.
Constance, born 1831.
Ferginald Malise,
Mabel Violet,

born 1833.

THERE is a cave by yonder shore,
Where gentle Echo dwells,
And faintly heard, the distant roar
Of ocean breathes for evermore,
Like voice of many shells.
And there at eve I love to fly,

When sunset gilds the sea,
And none but Echo lingers nigh
To whisper back each fruitless sigh,
With inbred sympathy.

The spar above the shells belowThe cavern's gloom behind; Before, the sunny twilight glow, That hangs o'er ocean's solemn flow, Solace the aching mind.

'Tis there the heart forgets its birth,

Resumes its embryo rest; And far from human grief or mirth, Beholds around its parent earth,

And sighs within her breast.
There fades away the poisonous flower-

The flower of hopeless love;
And borne beyond its deadly power,
The soul beguiles the passing hour,
With dreams of peace above.
The star of eve-the choral wave-
With herald smile and voice-
Appear from lands beyond the grave,

To bring to Ocean's lonely cave
A tale of future joys.

The sun sinks down, but lingering there
His mantle clothes the sea;

A haze of glory fills the air,

And stirs the heart to voiceless prayer,

And memory of thee.

"And where art thou, my only love?"

My bosom fondly sighs

"And where art thou?"—the mocking dove Of Echo, answers far above,

And answering faintly, dies.
In vain I call!—the rocks on high
A thousand sighs return;
From each dark cell the echoes fly,
And lisp again my hopeless sigh,

And mock me as I mourn.
Yet still at eve, when hallowed sleep,
Hath lull'd the rushing brine,

I love to haunt that cave and weep,
When twilight dies along the deep,
O'er one that is not mine.

The voice of winds-the boom of waves-
The ocean's sullen roll-

And e'en the sigh that wildly raves
From rock to rock in Echo's caves,
Delight my gloomy soul.

PETRARCH.