read of earthquakes in Calabria. We shall be obliged to any correspondent who will inform us of what use white arsenic is, so that it amounts to a cause why a law should not be passed prohibiting the sale of it entirely.

To go back to the North Devon Journal, we think the first numbers particularly well got up, although we really avoided all those parts which might be declaratory of politics; hating all politics except our own, which are sui generis, and perfectly eclectic and utopian; but the Editor must spare no pains, for there are those who will spare none to put him down.

On a Tombstone in the Marsh belonging to Tawstock Pill, once the property of Joseph and Agnes Ley, of Tawstock Parish, enclosed by a strong wall, and planted round with stately Elms, were engraved the following lines :

Good and Great God, to thee we do resign
Our four dear Sons, for they were chiefly thine;
And, Lord, we are not worthy of the name
To be the Sons of faithful Abraham,

Had we not learned for thy dear pleasure sake
To yield our all, as he his Isaac.

Readers, perhaps thou knewest this field, but, ah!
"Tis now become another Mackpelah-

What then, honor it doth boast the more,

Never such seeds were sown therein before.
Which shall receive and Christ his Angels warn,
To bear with triumph to his heavenly Throne.
In hac spe acquiescant

Mitissimi Parentes

Joseph and Agnes Ley.

Tradition gives us that these four brothers were fishing on the river, and took in several rugs floating up with the tide from Barnstaple, infected with the plague, of which malady these four brothers died in August, 1646.-Their names were John, Joseph, Thomas, and Richard Ley.

The king's travelling name is 'Tirahee Tirahee,' which means Dog of Dogs.'
A grand Entertainment was given their Sandwich Majesties by Mr. Secretary
Canning, at Gloucester Lodge.

Their Sandwichean Majesties visited Covent Garden.

DAILY PAPERS.

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TIRAHEE, DOG OF DOGS!

In our island of fogs

Be your lodgings assigned you in crown-land;
And there, my dear fellow,

Enjoy till you're mellow

The pleasures of this your Newfoundland.*

At meals, in your parlour,
No growler or snarler,

At fare in our island invented,
Veal, venison, or mutton,
Whatever be put on

The table, dog-drawing contented."

Yet I guess, by your looks,
That the bones of our cooks +

Would be picked pretty clean in a hurry :-
If your queen crying pish!'
Discontent with her dish,

Were to weep that she did not get curry.

Our great Secretary,
A sly one and wary,

(French foxes they never could hoax him)
Will receive you in state:

He runs cunning of late,

All Europe must pat him, and coax him.

There's your guide, Mr. Byng,
Hold on by a string!

And he'll lead you wherever you wish;
You may go see the tower,-
Or, if early the hour,

At Billingsgate buy a dog-fish.||

Then Almack's gay ball,
And Westminster-hall,

May be visited with your attendant;
But, keep your fore paw

Out of our courts of law,

As plaintiff or even defendant!

* Dog-drawing is tracing a deer illegally by the scent of a dog.

+ His Sandwich Majesty brought with him to England the bones of poor Captain Cook, from Owhyee.

DAILY PAPERS.

The Honorable Mr. Byng is appointed to attend their Sandwich Majesties

during their stay in England.

A sort of shark.

DAILY PAPERS.

You'll see all the glories
Of England-her tories-
And whigs, who are dogs without grace;
Tho' a collar full often,

Or pension, will soften
Some turnspit to buckle to place!

For you, in a hurry,

Our terriers shall worry,
The victims of Westminster pit;
There, notable Billy,

Much vermin will kill ye-
But, betting beware lest you're bit.

Go, search Covent Garden,
A pound to a farden!ed Hel
But cherries of all sorts you see, sk
Except the choice fruit?
Would your Majesty suit,

That is grown on the dogberry tree,

Then for pleasure you'll be at her
Elbow, the theatre,

Wide with attraction enlarges;
The horses may fail,

But they play there a tale
Of the busby-tailed Dog of Montargis.

There's an opera bone-ticket,
As for the night, pick it!

Resined Rosini will please ye;
Camporese will sing,-

The dancers will spring,

Or, in their own way, scamper easy!

Parade Leicester square,
*** Panoramas are there,
You may see by placard invitation;
And, down in the Strand,
Exhibition as grand,

To prove us a picturesque nation. In

* A species of cherry.

At the British, more attic,
Your judgment dogmatic,
You'll pass on the pictures exhibited;
And your queen, oil anoint her!
With finger be pointer,

For parasols there are prohibited.

O yet ere it close,
May our eye-sight repose

On a view of your Island by Daniel;+
And you've only to lick

Young Landseer's moll-stick,

And he'll soon hang you up as a Spaniel.

Go see doctor Sewel, or
Call on some Jeweller,

Hamlet, I know not a better;

Your plate he'll remould,
Or, in silver or gold,

Of your jewels become the proud Setter,

Go on board a steam-boat, 9.77

The Greyhound afloatyd

No lace on your queen, or they'll search her?

And if the boat grounds,

You'll find that of hounds to

The fleetest is sometimes a lurcher sad od 10

Go to Stultz's for dress:
Pay respect to the press,

Yet sip not of Radical grog; boastf
Or, strange alteration

Worth Pat's observation,

T

The Bull** will be baiting the Dogi pa69

Institution, a gallery for the exhibition of the old masters, and the sale of modern paintings. Bulivat basosiy va sen vant gov

+ A landscape painter.

Celebrated for his pictures of Animals.

At the Constitutional Association....

Lurch, a sudden jerk or rolling of a vessel at sea.

At the Crown and Anchor Dinners, &c. &c.

** John Bull, a paper celebrated for its attacks on every branch of the opposition.