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MARSHAL TURENNEL was not only one of the greatest generals, but one of the best-natured men that ever lived. Among several other little domestic examples he gave the following:-The general used to have a new pair of stockings every week; his gentleman, whose fee the old ones were, had taken them away in the evening, and forgot to put any new ones in their place. The next morning the Marshal was to ride out to reconnoitre the enemy, and rose earlier than usual. The servant, whose business it was to dress him, was in a great deal of confusion, at not

finding any stockings. 'Tis very odd,' said the Marshal, "that I should be allowed no stockings; but is very lucky that I am obliged to

SINGING OR SPEAKING.-A person being asked which of these he liked best, replied, that of the two evils he preferred the first; "For a song," said he," has an end, but a speech none."

VOLTAIRE.-When Frederick the Great made short excursions, he was in the habit of carrying Voltaire with him. In one of these Voltaire was alone in a postchaise which followed the king's carriage. A young page, whom the poet had some days previously caused to be severely scolded, resolved to have revenge; accordingly, when he went before to cause the

horses to be prepared, he told all the postmasters and postilions that the king had an old monkey, of which he was so very fond, that he delighted in dressing him up like a person belonging to the Court, and that he always made this animal accompany him in his little excursions; that the monkey cared for no one but the king, and was extremely mischievous; and that, therefore, if he attempted to get out of the chaise, they were to prevent him. After receiving this notice, all the servants of the different post-houses, whenever Voltaire at tempted to get out of the carriage, opposed his exit; and when he thrust out his hand to open the carriage door, he always received two or three blows with a stick upon his hands, accompanied with shouts of laughter. Voltaire, who did not understand a word of German, could not demand an explanation of these singular proceedings; his fury became extreme, but it only served to redouble the gaiety of the post-masters; and a large crowd constantly assembled, in conséquence of the page's report, to see the king's monkey, and to hoot Him. Throughout the journey things passed off in this fashion; but what completed the anger and vexation of Voltaire was, that the king thought the trick so pleasant, that he refused to punish the inventor of it.

CAPRICIOUS SINGER.-John Abell, a famous singer and performer on the lute in the 17th century, one day, during his stay at Warsaw, was requested by the king of Poland to sing at Court. Abell peremptorily refused; and though it was intimated to him that he would probably suffer from the royal displeasure, he still persisted in declining it, and sent the king an apology by letter. In answer to this, he received a regular summons to appear at a certain hour in the king's palace. Abell obeyed, and though at first courteously enough received, he was presently forced to sit down in an arm-chair that stood

in the midst of a grand hall. No sooner was he seated, when the chair flew up with him to a great height. The king, with his whole court, now made his appearance on a gallery op posite to Abell, and, at the same time, a number of wild bears, of which there never was yet a scarcity in that country, were driven into the hall. The poor vocalist, almost dead with fright, was now addressed by the king, and was left to choose, either to sing instantly, or be let down and to await his fate among the unceremonious inhabitants of the desert. Which part poor Abell took, it is needless to mention, but the facetious narrator of this well-authenticated anecdete says, Abell could not resist such a powerful mode of persuasion, and, whether con amore or not, he sang so beautifully that the king and bears listened in silent admiration. (Gerber Worterbuck, part i. p. 10.)

EPITAPH ON MR. -- FOOT.

HERE lies one Foot, whose death may thousands save;

For Death himself has now one FOOT i' th' grave!

To Correspondents.

We really do all we can to oblige our poetical correspondents, but the multiplicity of their favours necessarily occasions some delay in their appearance: Several pieces of great merit have long been in type, waiting an opportunity for making their appearance, and when these are disposed of we will immediate ly find places for several others which have too long been kept back, particu larly "London" and "Lines to the Wind," by Alphus-" Maria's Return," by Zamonzag, and one or two pieces by Pangloss, The View of Nether Hall, transmitted by Old Q. has been ens graved for our present volume, and will appear ere long. We shall attend to Hugo Grim's hint about giving portraits of the principal actors and actresses oc casionally.

LONDON--Primed and Published by T. Wallis, Camden Town.

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SUBDITUS FIDELISREGIS & REGNI SALUS

THE ARMS OF COLONEL CARLOS.

IN number twenty-three of Mr. Hone's pleasant" Every-Day Book," a correspondent (E. J. C) writing apon the subject of King Charles 11's

remarkable preservation after the battle of Worcester, observes, "I beg to call your attention to the fact, that Col. William Carlos was the com

panion of his majesty in his concealinent in the tree in Boscobel Wood, and to hope that you will point out the right mode of spelling his name; Lord Clarendon, and others who copy from him, always call him Colonel Careless, which is a vile misnomer. When a man does an action worthy of record it is highly grievous to have his name spelt wrong. The book of "Boscobel," first printed in 1660, contains accurate particulars of the event I refer to: this little work you have no doubt seen."

Now had Mr. E. J. C. but read, with common attention, this said "little work" which he recommends to others, he would have discovered that the mistake he so indignantly in veighs against, is in fact no mistake at all. The Colonel's name was (or, as it was often written in those days of licentious orthography CARLIS) originally CARELESS, but upon the restoration of Charles 11., he thought proper to grant him a coat of arins, emblematic of the important service he had received from him; and also to assimilate his name with his own, by changing it to Carlos (or Charles), in order to mark more strongly the affectionate regard he bore him. The book called Boscobel" thus speaks of the tmsaction:

"This Colonel William Carlis was born at Brom-hall, in Staffordshire, within two miles of Boscobel, of good parentage, is a person of approved valor, and was engaged all along in the first war for His late majesty, of happy memory; and, since his death, has been no less active for His Majesty that now is; for which, and for his particular service and fidelity before mentioned. His Majesty has been pleased, by Letters Patent under the Great Seal of England, to give him, by the name of William CARLOS (which in Spanish signifies CHARLES) this very honourable Coat of Arms, "in perpetuam rei memoriam*, as 'tis expressed in the Letters Patent."

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Then follows a plate of the Colonel's Arms (a copy of which is prefixed to this article), with the annexed description:

"He bears upon an Oak proper, in a Field Or, a Fess Gules, charged with three Regal Crowns of the second; by the name of Carlos. And for his Crest a Civic Crown, or Oaken Garland, with a Sword and Sceptre crossed through it saltierwise."

With the particulars of so celebrated event as King Charles's escape after the defeat at Worcester, most of our readers are doubtless well acquainted. Towards the close of that memorable day, when the King's party had abandoned all hope of victory, Colonel Carlos (who was then a major in Lord Talbot's Company), with some other officers, rallied a small force, and kept the enemy in check at Sudbury Gate, while the King made his escape at an opposite quar ter of the city. The Colonel afterwards concealed himself in the woods near Boscobel, but being pressed by hunger, he repaired to that place to seek relief, where he met with the King, and took refuge with him in the Royal Oak; Charles occasionally enjoying some repose, stretched upon the Colonel's knees. When the King quitted Boscobel, he left Carlos behind, who soon after was furnished by a friend with the means of making his escape to Holland, and was the first to convey to the Princess of Orange the news of her royal brother's safety.

Modern industry has brought to light many curious and valuable documents; and perhaps Charles the Second's own account of his adventures after the battle of Worcester may not be deemed the least interesting of recovered manuscripts, illustrative of the most agitated portions of English history. These adventures (unquestionably written by Charles, together with some letters to his friends--chiefly to Arlington, there called Henry Bennet) were edited by Lord Hailes

• i. e. To perpetuate the memory of in 1766, and for the first time regu the occurrence.

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larly prepared for publication; but

so unknown was the existence of such remarkable documents, that Horace Walpole was wholly unacquainted with them, otherwise he would have introduced Charles 11. into his list of Royal and Noble authors.

The nar rative contains a detail of interesting particulars; it is truly declared to be distinct and full without being tedious: and it has also an air of perfect veraeity throughout. The following is the King's own occount of his escape, and of his memorable concealment in the "Royal Oak :"-" which being done [the King is speaking of the period after his escape], we went on our way to one of Penderill's brothers (his house being not far from White Ladies), who had been guide to my Lord Wilmot, and, we believed, might by that time be come back again; for my Lord Wilmot intended to go to London upon his own horse. When I came to this house, I inquired where my Lord Wilmot was. It be ing now towards morning, and having travelled these two nights on foot. Penderill's brother told me he had conducted him to a very honest gentleman's, &c. I asked him what news? He told me that there was one Major Careless in the house, that was a countryman; whom I know ing, he having been a Major in our army, and made his escape hither, a Roman Catholic also, I sent for him into the room where I was, and consulting with him what we should do the next day, he told me that it would be very dangerous for me either to stay in that house, or to go into the wood, there being a great wood bard by Boscobel; that he knew but one way how to pass the next day, and that was to get up into a great oak, in a pretty plain place, where we might see about us; for the enemy would certainly search at the wood, for people that had made their escape. Of which proposition of his, I approving, we (that is to say, Careless and I) went and carried up with us some victuals for the whole day, viz. bread, cheese, and small beer, and nothing else, and got up into a great oak, that had been lopt some three or

four years before, and being grown out again very bushy and thick, could not be seen through; and here we staid all the day. I having, in the mean time, sent Penderill's brother to Mr. Pitchcroft's* to know whether my Lord Wilmot was there or ne and had word brought me by him at night that my Lord was there, that there was a very secure hiding hole in Mr. Pitchcroft's house, and that he deired me to come thither to him. -Memorandum. While we were in this tree, we see soldiers going up and down, in the thickest of the wood, searching for the persons escaped, we seeing them now and then peeping out of the wood. That night Richard Penderill and I went to Mr. Pitchcroft's, about six or seven miles off," &c.

The desire to give a high colouring to the hair-breadth 'scapes of the Stuarts, which sometimes rather influenced the pen of Hume, may be seen by consulting his account of the transaction, and comparing it with the King's own straight-forward Narrative. According to this Narrative, the King did not "lie some nights on straw;"-the Royal oak scene happened after two nights only; his taking to work in the wood is apparently a fiction, as the King makes no mention of it. In the oak he remained not twenty-four hours, but during one day, leaving it at night; and he was not alone in the tree. Hume states further, that the King heard the soldiers all intent in their search for himself, and many expressing their earnest wishes of seizing him-matters wholly unknown to his Majesty, who only says that he saw the soldiers searching for the fugitives.

The King's Narrative also contains the following characteristic anecdote : "As I was holding my horse's

His majesty has here committed a small mistake. PITCHCROFT is the name of a place near Worcester, but Lord Wilmot was concealed in the house of a Mr. WHITGREAVES, at Mosely, in Staffordshire. ED.

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