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lost Tannajee Maloosray." --Family Li- stronger, since it survived. A fatal malady brary, No. XV., Gleig's History of had seized on the Cardinal, whilst engaged India.

in the conferences of the treaty, and worn

by mental fatigue: He brought it home LONGEVITY.

with him to the Louvre. He consulted In the History of the County of Down,

Guenaud, the great physician, who told

him that he had two months to live. Some printed in 1744, are some curious notices of the aged persons of that county. We

days after receiving this dread mandate, here present our readers with the following

Brienne perceived the Cardinal, in a nightlist, as a kind of memorandum of some

cap and dressing gown, tottering along his very old persons who have died since that gallery, pointing to his pictures, and experiod.

claiming, “ Must I quit all these ?" He

saw Brienne, and seized him: “Look,"

Districts Death,

Ages. where they died. exclaimed he, “look at that Correggio! 1749 Alexander Bennett 125 Downpatrick this Venus of Titian! that incomparable 1749 Jane M'A fee

115 Rathfriland 1752 Isabel Laughlin

118 Rathfriland Deluge of Caracci ! Ah! my friend, I 1754 Alexander M.Kendric 120 Saintfield

must quit all these. Farewell, dear pic1763 James Martin

112 Ballynahinch 1775 John Smith

101 Carlingford tures, that I loved so dearly, and that cost 1777 David Moorehead 104 Killinchy 1781 Widow Petticrew 111 Warringstown

me so much!”. His friend surprised him Jane Davis

97 Killileagh 1785 Mary M'Donnell 118 Ballynahinch

slumbering in his chair at another time, and 1788 John Bryson

103 Holywood murmuring, “Guenaud has said it! Gue1791 James Cree

107 Donaghadee 1794 James M'Dopagh 109 Loughbrickland

naud has said it !” A few days before his 1794 Mrs. Montgomery 103 Donaghadee death, he caused himself to be dressed, 1795 Margaret M'Ilveen 106 Purdy's.burn 1795 James M'Adam

98 Dromore

shaved, rouged, and painted, so that he 1796 Robert M'Kee

110 Saintfield

never looked so fresh and vermilion," in his 1796 Elizabeth Carson 100 Warringstown 1796 Janet Thompson 131 Ballynahinch life. In this state he was carried in his 1797 John Reid

103 Saintfield 1798 Alexander Brown 105 Comber

chair to the promenade, where the envious 1798 Hugh Stevenson 100 Dromore 1799 Margaret Sloan

courtiers cruelly rallied, and paid him

104 Comber 1800 James Quart

110 Saintfield ironical compliments on his appearance. 1800 Simon Turner

92 Strangford 1800 Nancy Keery

94 Strangford

Cards were the amusement of his death1801 Alice Kerney

110 Portaferry bed, his hand being held by others; and 1802 John Craig

112 Saintfield 1802 David Jamison

102 Saintfield they were only interrupted by the visit of 1803 Charles Forrest

100 Rath friland 1803 William Wade

102 Saintfield

the papal nuncio, who came to give the 1804 Jane Fitzgerald 102 Donaghmore Cardinal that plenary indulgence to which 1805 Eliza Dickson

93 Portaferry 1807 Mr. Çorbally

108 Broadstone the prelates of the sacred college are offi1807 Martha Adams

105 Dromara

cially entitled. Mazarin expired on the 9th 1808 Robert Smith

95 Drumbo 1808 Hercules M.Dowell 98 Ballywater of March, 1661.- Lardner's Cyclopædia. 1809 Robert Gibson

99 Holywood 1811 Thomas Torney

100 Inch 1812 Owen Maghery

100 Downpatrick 1812 M'Dowell

108 Donaghadee 1815 James Magee 104 Saintfield

METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS. 1816 Patrick Fitzgerald 107 Donaghmore 1816 James Riddel

102 Comber

The mean temperature of February was 1816 Charles Haveran 113 Newry 1818 John Manson

105 Bangor

37% degrees of Fahrenheit's thermometer. 1818 And M'Cullogh

100 Newry

The maximum, which was 54 degrees, took 1819 Isabella White

107 Newry 1821 James Walker

91 Dromore

place on the 5th, when the direction of the 1822 Agnes Beck

104 Greyabbey 1822 Jane Gibson

105 Moplough

wind was south-westerly; the minimum, 1824 William Gibson

104 Monlough which was 29 degrees, occurred on the 15th, 1826 Samuel Cumming 112 Castlewellan 1826 John Blackwood 94 Killileagh

with a north-easterly wind. The range of 1827 William Johnston 100 Saintfield 1828 App Anderson

94 Banbridge

the thermometer was 25 degrees; and the 1828 William Rainey

107 Killileagh prevailing wind north-east. The direction William Irwin

98 Ballynahinch 1828 Thomas Taylor

95 Killileagh

of the wind has been north-easterly, nine 1829 Jade Slitt

98 Ballynahinch

days;

south-westerly, five; easterly, four; 1829 Elizabeth Jackson

92 Newtownards 1829 Mary Ligget

107 Gilford

westerly, four; northerly, three; north1830 Rhoda Steen

105 Moyille 1830 Margaret Henry 102 Warrenspoint

westerly, two; southerly one; and south1830 Juggy Lavery

107 Moira

easterly, one.

The mean temperature of the air, during DEATH OF CARDINAL MAZARIN.

the days that the wind was observed from The pecuniary wealth, the valuables and the south, since the commencement of the pictures of Mazarin, were immense. He

year, was 424 degrees; from the southwas fond of hoarding, a passion that west, 401; from the west, 397; from the seized him when he first found himself north-west, 383; from the east, 36%; from banished and destitute. His love of pic- the north, 35; from the north-east, 344; tures was as strong as his love of power and from the south-east, 314.

1828

Hoar frost, and icy efflorescences, were noticed on the following days : 8th, 10th, 15th, 16th, and 20th; the frost continued on the herbage during the whole of the 15th. The mornings of the 22d to the 25th were foggy, and also the evenings of the three former days, when the fog was very dense. The evening of the 11th, the whole of the 12th, and the afternoon of the 13th, was accompanied with wind. On the 19th, a few hail-stones fell in the forenoon. Raiu has fallen more or less on the 1st, 2d, 4th, 5th, 6th, 9th, 12th, 17th, and 18th.

During the former part of this month, the vegetable kingdom began to feel the effect of the solar influence: the buds began to swell; they also exhibited a tint of lively green; and a few of the earlier species were unfolding their leaves ; but when the chilling frosts took place, and the dense damp fogs enveloped the tender shoots, they shrank from the inclement atmosphere to await the arrival of a more genial season. Flora, however, scattered a few of her gems over the earth. On the 8th, several crocuses and primroses were observed in flower, and soon became abundant, together with the snowdrop. A few polyanthuses were seen on the 11th, and two or three wall-flowers. A daisy, here and there, has also been noticed.

No one will buy these shells of me,

Although for hours and hours I've striven
To pick the finest which the sea
Has on each sand-bed, rock, and shallow driven.
To sell them I have tried in vain,

And roam'd about the sandy shore;
Not one of all yon numerous train
Will give me aught for this my shelly store.
Pray, sir, she said, with angel-smile,

The tear-drop glistening in her eye;
Hope trembling in her breast the while,-
Do buy these shells !-she waited my reply.
Where is thy home, my little maid,

And wherefore seem'st thou so distrest?
Where do thy parents dwell? I said ;-
She sigh’d, look'd down, and thus herself exprest.
In yonder cot beside the hill,

Its casement with green ivy deck'd,
I and my mother live, but still
No tender father have 1-to protect.
My mother, too, lies ill at home,

The neighbours say that she will die-
To pick these shells I've hither come;
She sent me, for no other work had I.
No breakfast has my mother had,

To give it me she did prefer ;
She weeps whene'er I cry for bread,
She weeps, now there is none for me or her.
Do buy these shells of me!-now do!

She said, and ope'd her apron wide,
Expos'd her painted gems to view,
Whilst hope and doubt were in her face descried.
Ah! when an artless child implor'd

In tones from simple nature learn'd,
How could my heart remain unstirrd-
For her, poor suppliant, how my bosom yearn'd!
Poor child! I thought, is there not one,

In all yon proud and giddy throng,
Whose heart by sorrow's tale is won-
Can hear thy plaint, and heedless pass along?
And is that bliss resery'd for me,

To place the pittance in thy hand,
And set thy little sorrows free-
I tripled ('twas a trifle) her demand.
Her gratitude consisted not

In empty words and art's address,
Which please, but which are soon forgot-
Her looks alone bespoke her thankfulness.
A shining tint of rosy dye

Did then her beauteous cheek adorn;
Tears trembled in her azure eye,
Which sparkled like the dewy star of morn!
The infant would have fain exprest,

And pour'd in nature's genuine glow
The raptures struggling in her breast, -
Go, child, I said, thou'rt truly welcome, go!
She curtsied low, then off she flew,

Like the young doe at morn's fresh hour;
I watch'd her motions till she drew
Nigh to her threshold 'neath the ivy bower.
In pensive thought I left the beach

Where Charity could thus refrain,
Nor to that child her bounty stretch,
Though struggling to relieve a parent's pain.
Long shall her shells adorn my cot,

And kind remembrancers shall be
Of feelings ne'er to be forgot,
Upon the margin of the dark green sea.
Near Halifax.

Thos. CROSSLEY.

POETRY.

THE SHELL-GATHERER.
FAR from my home, as once I strollid

By ocean's marge at eve's calm hour,
Where the retiring billows rollid
And foam'd and bellow'd with a voice of power.
Gay was the scene, for numbers there,

În search of peace, or health, or joy,
Met on the shore the breezy air,
While sparkling pleasure beam'd in every eye.
Here glittering cars, and horsemen there,

Indent the yellow sand-beds o'er;
And scatter'd wide, full many a pair
Pace arm-in-arm along the level shore.
But there was one that caught my glance,

A lonely one, that seem'd to be
Unmov'd by that gay fairy dance,
Upon the margin of the dark green sea.
A lovely girl she was, and one

Of tender years, and she was fair
As e'er was seen by circling sun,
In all his spacious and his bright career.
Upon a fragment lately washid,

And wet by the retiring billow,
She sat, while wild waves near her dash'd,-
Her head hung down-her hand became its pillow.
The rock on which she sat I gain'd-

Her light blue frock, tuck'd up before,
A rare but hard-earn'd prize contain'd
Of shells fresh gather'd from the pebbly shore.
What ails thee, little child ? I said,

Why sitt'st thou here, forlorn and wan?
The infant slowly rais'd her head,
And thus, with sorrow's voice, her tale began-

THE GHOST OF LONDON BRIDGE; OR, THE

OLD BRIDGE'S LAMENTATION.
'Twas on a chill November morn,
I pass'd Old London Bridge forlorn ;
The wind sighed with a mournful dirge,
Nor could the sun, then hid, emerge,

Or pierce the gloom that spread around, So misty was the morning found. 'Twas from its proud compeer I gazed, A modern structure, newly raised, With arch and buttress, huge and strong, Praised and admired by passing throng. As looking through the murky gloom, I guess'd “Old Bridge" had met its doom ; Pickaxe and shovel seem'd arrayed, In pulling do its balustrade; I list’ning thought, each loosen'd stone Utter'd a sad and dismal moan; Certes, a sound, not chanticleer, Came from the old and central pier, While on my dim uncertain sight, Methought there perched some restless spright; Yet vague it was, dark, undefined, Its form has vanished from my mind. Yet, be it lubber-fiend or ghost, It stirred not, but maintained its post, And, in a voice sepulchral, shrill, Thus mutter'd forth its thought and will "Why is my long dark sleep thus broke, By noisy din of hammer's stroke ? Have not these ancient arches stood, Time out of mind, the angry flood ? What busy crowds have paced my length, Safe in my firm and long-tried strength, Which, even now, resists the might Of mason's working, day and night, To raze my firm foundation-stone; The thought draws forth my deepest groan. What vestige is there of decay To cause this hubbub, fear, dismay? So far from signs of wasting strength, I hear combustion used at length; At least I know it by the shake, And thund'ring noise, that make one quake. “Am I to be supplanted by. Yon upstart younker flaunting high, Rearing its head in proud disdain, As if it were a Saxon, Dane, Boasting deeds of former glory, Chronicled in ancient story? One would think, from banners waving, (Scarce could I resist from raving,) When the bellowing cannon's tongue, Joined with the eager shouting throng, That then thy triumph was complete, Fixed at thy firm unshaken seat. But, ah! 'tis known, thou proud compeer, I own I speak it with a sneer, That thou a weakening crack hast shown, Which all thy boasting can't disown. True, thou art of modern structure, And, not less true, thou hast a fracture; Nor do I feel the least surprise, Nor open wide my ears, my eyes, In startling wonder at the cause; Art old and young, hath equal laws. Moderns have now the happy skill, Of raising, ata thought, or will, As with magician's fairy wand, What once took years to raise by hand; Bridges, and palaces, and tow'rs, Now rise by such strange quick’ning pow’rs, That we, who come of ancient race, Must travel with a slower pace. " But here is where the difference lies, The present build for modern eyes, Our ancestors had other aim, And, like Apelles, built for fame. I, who have strode for ages past Old Father Thames, am doom'd at last To fall a victim to the age ; I speak, as would a seer or sage, For ever since that hackney'd theme, That haunts my day, and nightly dream, That cuckoo note, 'the march of mind,' Whose airy flight outstrips the wind, For here the canker first took root, From this I date my fall'n repute. Moderns despise the works of yore, They deem them objects to deplore, And look upon a building old, However strong, majestic, bold,

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In all its parts, as obsolete;
A change would make it quite complete.
Sweep this, or that, then all is clear.
Builders they have, who soon will rear
A stately structure, to the view,
More sightly than their fathers knew;
Though they boast not its duration,
Yet 'twill gratify the nation.
Wren, if alive, might sneer about them,
And Inigo might gibe, and scout them,
Yet wiser than these masters were,
The modern taste they much prefer,
And if you doubt, or say a word,
• The schoolmaster's abroad,' is heard.
This is the cant-word of the day,
Which none, they fancy, can gainsay.

“ Age of refinement, age of boast,
Hear the last words of my poor ghost;
I speak it, mid a cloud of dust,
That now surrounds my ghostly bust;
You must a little wiser grow,
Although your movements should be slow;
Art to endure, in every age,
Must time and labour long engage;
I point to works of Greece and Rome,
Go, imitate such works at home;
Reverse not, then, ‘Augustus' pride,
His boast, and few could boast beside,
Who found a city built of mud,
Yet, ere he left, there stately stood
One built of marble, whose display
Was for all ages, not a day.
More could I speak, but that I feel
My head grow dizzy, and I reel ;
This cloud of dust, with noisy din,
Pains me, yet draws a ghastly grin,
To think that yonder bridge of stone,
Like me, shall heave a parting groan,
Ere half my span of years has fled,
Or half the storms around me shed.
'Tis thus I close my parting sigh,
Mock not my words of prophecy."

Here ceased the voice, nor could I see
Aught that had raised my phantasy;
The spectre form fled from my view,
If form it were, or vision true;
The tide regurgled as before,
With rushing sound and sullen roar,
Whose flood hath mingled with past time,
And swept its course with mournful chime,
Like that which through yon arch of stone
Smote on my ear with dismal moan,
Whose careless tide, soon, soon shall swell

O'er thy lost site— Old Bridge'-farewell! *
Shadwell, Jan. 9, 1832.

I. S. H.

THE CRUCIFIXION.

“Elohi, Elohi, lama sabacthani.” WHAT rending shout was that, which echoed long

and loud, With yells of hatred mingled, from yonder hurrying

crowd? Who bend their course, in haste, from the Jewish

judgment-hall, With a fated culprit in their midst, the mockery of all? The din of business ceases, and the numbers, who

can tell, Of those who join the cavalcade, and the bitter

curses swell.

“It is well known that Peter of Colchurch, the founder of Old London Bridge, did not live to wit. ness the completion of the structure, but died in 1205, and was buried in a crypt within the centre pier of the bridge, over which a chapel was erected, dedicated to St. Thomas à Becket.

“Mr. Brayley, in his . Londiniana,' written about five years since, observes, that, “if due care be taken when the old bridge is pulled down, the bones and ashes of its venerable architect may still be found;" and true enough, the bones of old Peter were found, on removing the pier, about a fortnight since." Mirror, copied in the Times, Jan. 14, 1832.

Even children aid the lawless cry, and on the suf The law and prophets long foretold the great ferer's name

Mesiah slain, The lip of hate and tongue of scorn, pour forth a Nor earth nor heaven shall ever see a day like this flood of shame.

again. Yet, why that wild expressive glance from many a

Write on thy temple, “Ichabod !" for soon the cry

of wo flashing eye, And why such hatred on the cheek, such tauntings

Shall rise more loud than on this day, and the in the cry?

spoiler overthrow. So meek and lowly seems the man on whom they

Thy gorgeous palaces ” shall fall, encircled in vent their spite,

flame, His look so mild, my spirit melts in pity at the sight!

And the ploughshare of God's wrath shall plough Alas! their cruel hands and hearts have wreathed

thy streets, Jerusalem ! his brow around

Yet, what a paragon of love! that God should send With a thorny crown, and drops of blood fast fall

His Son upon the ground.

To expiate upon the cross the crimes which men And he wears a tattered robe-they have stripped

have done! him of his own

Too huge a task for angel mind, stupendous, A purple robe of infamy about his body thrown!

weighty, vast,

The only sacrifice for sin, the mightiest and the They reach at length the place of death, and to the

last! cursed tree

The azure glow of crystal light that lingers on the His hands and feet are nailed, the uplifted cross I see.

road, The shouts, again renewed, in tenfold horror rise;

That leads the toiling pilgrim up to glory's bright Why should they thus revile and scorn, when a

abode, guiltless victim dies ?

And wafts the soul in ecstacy, when she spurns the But see! the sky is overcast, and the glory-beaming mortal clay, sun

To the sunshine of paradise, and everlasting day! Withdraws his wonted shining, ere his daily course is run.

March 5, 1832.

BENJAMIN GOUGH. Strange tremblings seize the earth, and the temple's

veil is rent, While thunders roll, and lightnings flash, across the firmament !

Review.— The Village Blacksmith; or, It is a spirit-stirring sight! three blood-stained Piety and Usefulness exemplified, in a

crosses stand, (Two malefactors die with him, one placed on either

Memoir of the Life of Samuel Hick. hand.)

By James Everett. pp. 278. 12mo. The pondrous thunder-clouds are edged with red Published by Hamilton, Adams, and

volcanic light, And serve as funeral flambeaus midst supernatural

Co., London. night.

“ Man is an animal fond of novelty," was Creation pays her homage to the Lord of earth and

the language of a heathen sage; and if man heaven, And, though the hard heart melteth not, the solid is now, what he was when the sentiment rocks are riven !

first found utterance, we have no doubt, on Oh, miracle of mercy! what must the anguish be, That wrung the cry, Oh why, my God, hast thou

issuing our card of invitation, of being able forsaken me?

to regale the mental palate of our readers The ghastly shriek of terror, and the quivering lip

with «

some new thing.” Perhaps few appear,

men,

besides Mr. Everett himself, could The clinging grasp of wife and child, whose looks bespeak their fear.

have constructed, had they been so disThe eager question, “ Why is this?”—the chill of posed, such a goodly fabric, or, to pursue

dark despair, The conscience loud accusing-0! what a scene

our metaphor, have produced such a dish, was there!

out of such materials; for in the crudity of Three weary hours the darkness reigned, and many those very materials is to be seen the skill

of the dead Burst from their shrowded cerements, and through

of the artificer,--who makes light shine out the city sped.

of darkness, speaks confusion into order, And one, who at a distance gazed as he pressed the and throws a charm around what else had

heaving sod, Smote on his breast, looked up, and cried, “ This

been repulsive to both sight and taste. Yet was the Son of God !"

amid innumerable disadvantages, there was 'Tis done! the deed is over now—the quenchless

one advantage in the subject alone, which spirit fled,

the writer appears to have had prophecy of The lately gushing torrent stemmed, and bowed the thorn-crowned head.

soul sufficient to foresee, would arrest the The sable darkness disappears, and to the view dis attention of the reader, like the fiery brilplays

liancy of a comet, exclusive of its erratic The wondering crowd, who whisper as they hurry on their ways.

course. With the exception of the Vulcan Some say, “ He was a just man,” and others still of the heathen, and the knot-tier of Gretna

revile, Daring to curse the Nazarene, but trembling all the

Green, we know of no " artificer in brass while !

and iron,” not even Tubal-cain himself, the And thousands to the temple rush at the hour of

the secrets of whose history would be more evening prayer. But the door is closed against them all, and not a

interesting than those of “The Village priest is there.

Blacksmith ;' and in the life of no one of No, not a priest is there! for more precious blood is them will be found such an “ instructor."

spilt, Than the blood of "bulls or heifers slain," to cleanse

Mr. Everett appears to have felt the difa sinner's guilt.

ficulty of his subject, in its connexion with

religion; and, like a general who has care in this passage, and we are willing to fully viewed his position, and perceives concede to him no small share, we cannot every point of attack, proceeds to fortify but consider it as highly descriptive of himself and his cause where he is most the character so admirably introduced, vulnerable. Thus, in delineating the cha- supported, and delineated throughout the racter, and attempting to analyze the mind volume. of his hero, be observes, in reference to It may be briefly observed, that Samuel preceding remarks,

Hick was born at Micklefield, in Yorkshire, “This might appear to some, and may not im of poor parents-was apprenticed to a probably be subjected to the charge, as partaking a blacksmith-united himself to the followers little too much of the pencil and colouring of the artist; as permitting, in the real character of ro

of the Rev. John Wesley—became a useful mance, the imagination to be let loose upon a local preacher--and died in the full triumph subject which ought to command the graver exercise of reason. The fact is---for not anything

of the faith of Christ. A few specimen shall be permitted to operate to the suppression of extracts will exemplify, not only the cha. truth, and the Christianity of the case has nothing racter of the subject of the memoir, but of to fear in the way of consequence-the fact is, that such a man and such a life might-and it is penned

the memorialist as a writer. Previous to with reverence-might, without the aid of ima his union with the Methodists, when in the gination, without any art or exaggeration, form the

eighteenth year of his age, he heard a ground-work of a lighter exhibition, say-a farce, to the awfully solemn and splendid representation

Mr. Burdsall preach out of doors at York, of the Christian religion. But then, religion had on which occasion he was rather helpful nothing to do in the construction of the man's mind-a mind more nearly allied to the comic than

to the good man. the tragic in its operations, and whose effects,

“ Samuel's attention was soon gained, and his though perfectly undesigned on the part of the actor,

affection won, which, to Mr. B., was of no small laid a more powerful hold upon the lighter than the importance; for as he was proceeding with the graver feelings. Christianity took the man as it service, a clergyman advanced towards him, defound him, and performed upon him its grand

claring, that he should not preach there,-not if work, which is not to change the construction of the the Lord Mayor himself,' threatening to pull him mind so much as its nature; to affect, in other

down from the block.' Just as he was preparing words, its illumination and renovation: nor is it to carry his designs into execution, Samuel, whose requisite, to compare temporal things with spiritual, love to the preacher was such, that he felt, as he in cleansing a building, to change the position of

observed, as if he could lose the last drop of blood' either a door or a window."

in his defence, stepped up to the clergyman,

clenched his hands, and, holding them in a menacing He further remarks.

form to his face, accosted him in the abrupt and

measured terms of the ring, upon which he had but " This is not a subject slightly to be dismissed. a few minutes before been gazing,— Sir, if you Samuel Hick was untaught in the school of this disturb that man of God, I will drop you as sure as world ; art would have been lost upon him ; he

ever you were born.' There was too much emphasis was one upon whom education and polished so

in the expression, and too much fire in the eye, ciety could never have had their full effect; he to admit a doubt that he was in earnest. The seemed formed by nature, as well as designed by reverend gentleman felt the force of it--his counProvidence, for the forge; and not anything short tenance changed - the storm which was up in of the grace of God appears to have been capable Samuel had allayed the tempest in him, and he of constructing more than a blacksmith out of the

looked with no small concern for an opening in the materials of which he was formed. It was never

crowd, by which he might make his escape. intended that the hand of a Phidias should work

Samuel, though unchanged by Divine grace, had upon him. Such was the peculiar vein, though too much nobleness of soul in him to trample upon excellent in itself, that it would never have paid

an opponent who was thus in a state of humiliation for the labour."-pp. 63, 64, 108.

before him, and therefore generously took him “Samuel Hick, the subject of the present memoir, under his protection, made a passage for him was in the moral world, what some of the precious through the audience, and conducted him to the stones are in the mineral kingdom, a portion of outskirts without molestation, when he quickly which lie scattered along the eastern coast of the island, and particularly of Yorkshire, his own

disappeared. The manner in which this was done,

the despatch employed, and the sudden calm after county ;-a man that might have escaped the

the commotion, must have produced a kind of notice of a multitude of watering-place visitors, dramatic effect on the minds of religious persons, like the pebbles immediately under their eye ; who, nevertheless, in the midst of their surprise, one who, to pursue the simile, was likely to be gratitude, and even harmless mirth at the prepicked up by the curious, in actual pursuit of such

cipitate flight of their disturber, who was conspecimens, and thus,-though slighted and trodden

verted in an instant, by a mere stripling, from the under foot, like the encrusted gem, by persons lion to the timid hare, would be no more disposed of opposite taste, to be preserved from being for

to justify the clenched fist-the carth helping the ever buried in the dust, as a thing of nought in the woman in this way-than they could be brought to sand, after the opportunities of knowing his real

approve of the zeal of Peter, when, by a single value-when above the surface, had been permitted stroke, he cut off the right ear of the high priest's to pass unobserved and unimproved ;--one of those

servant. Samuel instantly resumed the attitude characters, in short, that could only be discovered

of an attentive hearer, without any apparent when sought after, or forced upon the senses by his emotions from what had transpired. In the launchown personal appearance, in the peculiarities by

ing forth his hand, he gave as little warning as the which he was distinguished—who was ever secure bolt of heaven; the flash of his eye was like the of his price when foumd-but who would, never lightning's glare -- a sudden burst of passion, theless, be placed by a virtuoso, rather among the withering for the moment-seen--and gone. more curious and singularly formed, than among the richer and rarer specimens in his collection.". pp. 1, 2.

Speaking of his religious character, in its Whatever credit Mr. Everett might wish beginnings, Mr. Everett observes,

" This case was one which would lead to the to take to himself for acuteness of discovery conclusion, that his religion commenced in heat 2D. SERIES, NO. 16.-VOL. II.

160,-VOL. XIV.

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