overseer of his estate,-which place he filled with integrity and after seventeen years' servitude, came home to his native country, left what he had to old Snouter's children; and at last had his bones laid in the same grave with his old and loving master, in the ancient burying-place of Cushendall. TELL'S SPEECH. YE crags and peaks, I'm with you once again! And bid your tenant welcome to his home Of awe divine. Ye guards of liberty, Scaling yonder peak, Of measuring the ample range beneath, The death that threaten'd him.-I could not shoot Twas liberty!-I turned my bow aside, Heavens, with what pride I used How happy was it then! loved Its very storms. Yes, Emma, I have sat In my boat at night, when midway o'er the lake. Have wished me there-the thought that mine was free, SWEET MR. LEVI. WHEN a pretty little boy, A young merchantman so gay, With my lollipops and toy, Of Duke's Place I bore the sway. The pretty little maidens, For my senses they beguile. Spoken.] Vel, I remember the day when I tramped with my little shop round my neck, and turned my honest living; but den de little shedibels always was upon my thoughts-dere (was their cry) dere goes sweet Mr. Levi! dere goes charming Mr. Levi!-dere goes handsome Mr. Levi!-dear me! dear me ! the sound of their pretty little voices always made me sing Fal lal la, &c. A few years pass away, And a young man soon I grows When around in London streets, I chant away old clothes; And as I pass along, How the pretty damsels sigh. Spoken.] Bless ma heart! vel, vat can I do ; I console with them as well as I am able; and, though a circumscribed Jew, I tickle their fancy as vell as the best, for I always make 'em sing Fal lal la, xc, Den my uncle Aarons died, To kiss and toy vid me. Spoken.] So I left off trading in old clothes to trade with ladies' hearts; so I makes love to Miss Ra chael, and she, beautiful creature, melts my heart like a stick of Dutch sealing wax, which makes me sing Fal lal la, &c. So married soon I got, And sung "begone, dull care," I danced a little heir; Spoken.] Bless ma heart, vat a happy rogue vas I; I thought myself richer than Solomon in all his glory, for I had got the true-begotten children of ma heart around me, and vat could my vife and I do, but sing Fal lal la, &c. EXTRACT FROM SPEED THE PLOUGH. Sir Philip Blandford and Farmer Ashfield. Sir Philip.-Come hither. I believe you hold a farm of mine? Ashfield.-Ees, zur, I do, at your zarvice. Sir Philip.-I hope a profitable one? Ashfield.-Zometimes it be zur. But thic year, it be all t'other way as twur-but I do hope, as our landlords have a tightish big lump of the good, they'll be zo kind hearted as to take a little bit of the bad. Sir Philip.-It is but reasonable. I conclude, then, you are in my debt. Ashfield.-Ees, zur, I be-at your zarvice. Ashfield. Sir, I do owe ye a hundred and fifty pounds at your zarvice. Sir Philip. Which you can't pay.' Ashfield. Not a varthing, zur-at your zarvice. Sir Philip.-Well, I am willing to give you every indulgence. Ashfield. Be you, zur? that be deadly kind.Dear heart! it will make my auld dame quite young again, and don't think helping a poor man will do your honour's health any arm-I don't indeed, zur—I had a thought of speaking to your worship about it-but then thinks I, the gentleman, mayhap, be one of those that do like to do a good turn, and not to have a word zaid about it-zo, if you had not mentioned what I owed you, I am zure I never should-should not, indeed zur. Sir Philip.-Nay, I will wholly acquit you of the debt, on condition Ashfield. Ees, zur. Sir Philip.-On condition, I say, you instantly turn out that boy-that Henry. Ashfield-Turn out Henry! Ha, ha, ha! Excuse my tittering, zur; but you bees making your vun of I, zure. Sir Philip.-I am not apt to trifle. Send him instantly from you, or take the consequences. Ashfield.-Turn out Henry! I vow I shou'dn't knaw how to zet about it-I should not, indeed zur. Sir Philip.-You hear my determination. If you disobey, you know what will follow. I'll leave you to reflect on it. (Exit. Ashfield.-Well, zur, I'll argufy the topic, and then you may wait upon me, and I'll tell ye. (Makes the motion of turning out.)—I should be deadly awkward at it vor zartin-however, I'll put the case. Well, I goes whiztling whoam-noa, drabbit it, I shou'dn't be able to whiztle a bit, I'm zure. Well, I goes whoam, and I sees Henry zitting by my wife, mixing up someit to comfort the wold zool, and take away the pain of her rheumatics. Very well, then Henry places a chair vor I by the vire zide, and zays -"Varmer, the horses be fed, the sheep be folded, and you have nothing to do but zit down, smoke your |