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witnessed the foregoing facts with equal surprise.

"In this way it has continued up to the present time; at intervals of from five to twenty minutes, lumps of clean flesh, sometimes an inch in length, and as thick as a man's little finger, and bones of various sizes, one of which I am credibly informed dropped from her face on the evening of the 15th instant, as large as a well grown grain of corn.

"The girl remains in perfect health, free from the most distant symptoms of pain, either in the part affected or otherwise. She is only sensible of a slight degree of twitching or tickling in the flesh at the instant those emissions take place; the colour of the skin at the place is not changed, nor can any appearance of a singular kind whatever be observed. But a most inexplicable mystery is, that the quickness of vision, or in other words, the powers of discernment cannot discover the commencement of those emissions of bones and flesh. The first thing the eye can discover, is the clot of blood, (which emits first and but once in the day), the lump of flesh or the bones, as the case may be, protruded on the outside of the skin, which being instantly removed, the skin underneath is as smooth and as free from any hole, opening, or aperture, which can be discovered by the strictest scrutiny, as the most solid part of the palm of a man's hand.

"R. M. EVANS. "Evansville, Ind. Nov. 17, 1823."

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him that he had brought with him a famous water, called Lie Water, which being placed on the tongue of a person suspected of telling an untruth, if guilty, it made a hole in it, if innocent, the party came off with credit unhurt. Tom thinking it a trick to try him, readily consented to the experiment. Upon which the captain, with much form, put a single drop of Aqua Fortis upon Tom's tongue, which no sooner operated than he began to jump about the room, exclaiming, "Very true, very true, half Tutenaque, half Tutenaque!" Hoping that confessing the fact, would stop the progress of the Lie Water, which, from the pain he felt, he believed possessed the properties attributed to it by the captain.

GONE OUT TOO.

A troublesome acquaintance having called on a gentleman at the West End of the town oftener than welcome, the gentleman desired his servant to say, the next time he called, he was gone out. The intruder came, and being told by the servant that the master was gone out, "Oh, very well, never mind," he exclaimed, "I'll speak with your mistress." "She's also gone out, sir,' was the reply. Our gentleman, as a dernier resource, not being willing to be denied admission, said, “as it is a cold day, I will step in and sit down by the fire a few minutes." "Ah, sir,' replied the servant, "but that is gone out too."

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EATING LIKE A BEAST AND DRINKING LIKE A FISH.

The witty Lord Kelly was, in his early life, a bon vivant companion, and much addicted to dissipation, was advised by his mother to take for an example a gentleman, whose food was herbs, and drink water. "What, madam!" said his lordship, "would you have me imitate a man who eats like an ass, and drinks like a fish?"

AN INFALLIBLE SPECIFIC.

The late Lord Erskine being one day indisposed in the Court of King's Bench, told Mr. Jekyll, "that he had a pain in his bowels, for which he could get no relief." "I'll give you an infallible specific," said the humorous barrister, "get made attorney-general, and then you'll have no bowels.”

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Our Notices to Correspondents will in future appear under the above head, and we shall open The Bag with our poetical friend-" Boniface." We fear he was not born in wedlock, at least with the Muses; and if he has been as rude to the ladies with whom he has had the good fortune to associate, as he has been to the Nine, they must invariably have exclaimed, as we do

"Why what the devil are you at,

Get out you naughty man!"

"Giles in Lunnun" will appear next week. We entreat he will prolong his visit, and favour us with more of his "trifles light as air."

"Tis true our friend X. has this week drawn a blank in the Poetic Lottery ; for he will discover a rhetorical error in the third line of the first stanza of his Muse; but we give him for his motto-Nil desperandum-never despair. His effusion is by no means deficient in poetry. We wish to say, try again, and the next may be a prize.

Jonathan's Essay is so much like a Suffolk cheese, that, as Bloomfield says in his "Farmer's Boy,"-Tis

"Too big to swallow, and too hard to bite." We recommend him to try his hand at something in a small way.

N.B.-Contributions to our Saturday Night and Sunday Morning, (post-paid) addressed to the Editor, at Messrs. Hodgson and Co.'s, 10, Newgate Street, will receive every possible attention.

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3. Bosca Reale.

4. Part of the Town Wall.

5. Tower on the Town Wall. 6. The House of Panza. On one of the piers are painted these words :— PANSAM AED. PARATVRS ROG. This custom of the Pompeians, of writing similar inscriptions on the walls, is not the least curious of those which these ruins alone have brought to light. On the walls of the habitations were painted the names of the proprietors, the numbers of the houses, manufactories, notices of plays, of gladiatorial games and hunts:-as this, "The gladiatorial family of N. Festus Ampliatus will repeat the combats on the 16th of the calends of June: there will be a hunt, and the awning will be put up." We find announcement also of sales and of houses to let; in one of the last description, a certain Julia Felix offers to let nine hundred shops, with their appurtenances, for six years.

7. Kitchen in Panza's House. The stoves still remain very perfect. On the wall is a painting, representing two figures sacrificing on an altar; underneath are two serpents, indicating that the genius of health presided over the culinary operations. On the side is painted a ham, or leg of mutton.

8. A Baker's shop. In it are preserved the oven, as also three mills, in which the ancients ground corn.

9. A Fountain, adorned with a small subject of sculpture in low relief, representing an eagle bearing off a hare in its beak. Sir William Gell imagines, that, by this allegory, the ancients wished to inspire with terror those who might deface an object of such public utility, indicating that the law would punish those who should destroy the fountain. Behind it is seen the shop of a Thermopolite, or vender of warm drinks. Such shops were frequented

as great luxuries by the ancient Roman epicures, who took the drinks medicinally to prolong their appetite. Vitellius thus contrived to sup the whole night. Sweet liquors and stewed meats. were also sold here. In front of the fountain is seen the ancient pavement, which is formed of large polygonal blocks of the lava of Vesuvius, (in which may be distinguished the ruts of the ancient wheels. Few of the streets were more than fifteen feet wide, and some only eight feet. On one or both sides there was a foot-way for passengers, seldom more than two or three feet wide, with stepping-stones from one curb to the other, to allow passengers to cross the street without stepping on the carriage-way.

10. Gate or Entrance to the Forum.

11. Prisons, in which were found some skeletons of prisoners, with the irons attached to the wall, by which they were confined.

12. A Milk Shop: on the pier of this shop is a basso relievo, of terra cotta, representing a cow or a goat, seeming to indicate the sale of milk.

13. Ancient shops, appropriated to the sale of eatables; in the counter are sunk large fixed jars, as here shewn, which held the materials sold. 14. An Ancient Shop.

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In an age when a single Novel brings thousands to "The Great Unknown," it may not be amiss to inquire what sum Paradise Lost, the first poem in the English, if not in all the languages in the known world, produced its author. When Milton wrote this sublime and incomparable poem, the British press was subject to a censorship, and he experienced some difficulty in getting it licensed; for Milton's political principles being well known, those who possessed the power of rejecting works submitted to them, probably suspected that treason lurked under the covers. It was, however, licensed and sold to a bookseller; yes, sold to one Samuel Simmons, for the immediate payment of the enormous sum of five pounds, with a condition, that if one thousand three hundred copies were sold, the author should receive five pounds more; and the same sum for a second, or third edition. The sale of

the poem, in the space of two years, gave Milton a right to the second five pounds, a receipt for which was signed April 26, 1669. The second edition was printed in the year 1674; but Milton did not live to receive the sti pulated five pounds. The third edition, appeared in 1678, at which time the copy-right devolved on Milton's widow, and she sold her entire right to Simmons for eight pounds. Thus the sum total' received by Milton and his heirs for the work, which brought him a reputation as imperishable as the universe, was eighteen pounds!

THE SPIRITUAL COURT.

When Moore was writing the excellent Tragedy of the Gamester, he was suffering under a protracted and expensive prosecution in Doctors' Commons, for marrying two sisters. He was called upon by his proctor, one morning when he was engaged in writing, and the proctor having a leisure hour upon his hands, the poet read the four acts of his Tragedy, which he had just completed. The proctor was so affected by the tale, that he exclaimed "Good Heavens! Mr. Moore, how can you possibly add to this couples' distress in the last act!" "Oh! very easily," replied Moore, "for there I intend to put them into the Spiritual Court!"

DR. JOHNSON.

When Johnson, the Colossus of English Literature, came to London to commence his career as an author, the first person he applied to for employment was a Mr. Wilcox, who was a bookseller of some eminence in the Strand. Mr. Wilcox, surveying the robust frame of Johnson for an instant, with a significant look, replied to Johnson's question-" Young man, you had better buy a porter's knot." This, to the man who had taste and knowledge of the world sufficient to write "Rasselas," must have been cutting in the extreme; but it did not discourage a mind like Johnson's, for in 1738 he transmitted his poem of "London" to Mr. Cave as the production of an author "labouring under disadvantageous circumstances of fortune," and calling upon him to "encourage learning and relieve distress, by his usual generosity." This Mr. Cave was

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SKETCHES OF SOCIETY.

CHELSEA HOSPITAL.

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"Rude am I in speech, And little of this great world can More than pertains to feats of broil and battle.”

On advancing to the gates, I ob-, served my friend Pat with four or five little urchins drawn up in a line, each with a broomstick or a mop-handle, going through the various evolutions of the drill ground. He was in the first position for facing to the right, and the youngsters, with mouths and eyes wide open, were watching the motion. Though seventy winters had spent their storms upon his head, he stood erect and firm, and at that moment would have been a fine study for the artist. "To the right, face!" said he. It brought him full in my front : his hand was flourished to his hat in an instant, and from a countenance expressive of command it changed to one "Oh, of the most lively pleasure. joy to the hour that I see your honour again! Faith, but delight is bateing the roll upon the drum of my heart, and every swate sensation is answering the muster." The chidren were now charging each other in front and rear, which annoying the veteran, "Arrah be aisey, and don't you be after making such a hubaboo,-double quick time, march!" and off they set as wild as young colts. "Are any of these your's?" enquired I. "Oh no, your honour; when the turf covers poor ould Pat, his name will become 'stinguished. But see at yon gassoon; oh, it makes my heart ake to look at him, for he has niver a friend in the world, nor in Ireland eather, save and beside myself your honour, Sure is'nt he a darling of a boy, and the very image of my own dare Norah, Come here Casey, and spake to the gentleman, don't stand rubbing your pate there. Run off, you ragged rascal, and let his honour alone; don't stand grubbing there with your ten toes, like a pig in a pratee garden. Faith, but he's off; and now perhaps your honour would like to know a little of his history, seeing that it makes a figure in my own.

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