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GOVERNMENT.

CURIOUS DISCOVERY.

ANTIDOTE AGAINST ARSENIC.

for the first moment or two, but I pre

MISCELLANIES. sently found my eyes riveted to a childish creature foating about among the rest, and, taking her for some beautiful A mad princess of the house of Bourbon, young elève making her first essays in the on being asked why the reigns of queens chorus, I interpreted her extraordinary were, in general, more prosperous than fascination as a triumph of nature over the reigns of kings, replied : “ Because my unsophisticated taste; and wondered

under kings, women

govern—under to myself whether, after all, I should be

queens, men. half so much captivated with the shew of

FACTION. skill I expected presently to witness.

Provincial animosities flourish in Italy This was Taglioni ! She came forward

as well as in Ireland. The favourite directly, in a pas seul, and I then ob- maid of a Roman lady left her service served that her dress was distinguished because she found herself growing atfrom that of her companions by its ex. tached to her mistress, “and it should treme modesty both of fashion and orna

never be said that a Tivolese loved a ment, and the unconstrained ease with

Roman. which it adapted itself to her shape and motion. She looks not more than fifteen. Her figure is small, but rounded to the. It is said that the abbé Facciolati disvery last degree of perfection ; not a mus. covered in a vase recently excavated from cle swelled beyond the exquisite outline;" the ruins of Pompeii, an orange immernot an angle, not a fault. Her back and sed in vinegar, in perfect preservation. neck, those points so rarely beautiful in The Romans pickled this fruit, as we women, are faultlessly formed; her feet pickle cucumbers or onions. and hands are in full proportion to her size, and the former play as freely and Our readers will recollect that a Frenchwith as natural a yieldingness in her fairy man was some time since in London, slippers, as if they were accustomed only and astonished every one by his swallowto the dainty uses of a drawing-room. ing arsenic. His secret has at length Her face is most strangely interesting; been detected :-Two physicians at Gotnot quite beautiful, but of that half-ap- tingen having lately discovered that the pealing, half-retiring sweetness that you oxydrat of iron is an infallible antidote sometimes see blended with the secluded against arsenical poison. "As the oxydrat reserve and unconscious refinement of a of iron is perfectly innocuous, this discoyoung girl just "out" in a circle of high very is peculiarly interesting. fashion. In her greatest exertions her features retain the same timid half-smile, and she returns to the alternate by-play Duchess of Abrantes in her Memoirs,

“ Monsieur de Malsaignes,” says the of her part without the slightest change « was a determined duelist. Having of colour, or the slightest perceptible difference in her breathing, or the ease of quarreled with a brother officer, they her look and posture. No language can

agreed to fight out the dispute in the describe her motion. She swims in your Monsieur Malsaignes's adversary ma.

very room where it took place; when eyes like a curl of smoke, or a flake of naged to run him through the body and down. Her difficulty seems to be keep to the floor. You have that feeling well, sir," said the transfixed duelist, with

nail him to the door. It is all very while you gaze upon her, that if she were to rise and float away like Ariel, you

singular sang froid, “but pray how are would scarce be surprised. And yet all you to get out ?'” is done with such a childish unconsciousness of admiration, such a total absence Among the varieties of timber trees of exertion or fatigue, that the delight discovered by the settlers in Southern with which she fills you is unmingled, Africa, is one used by the missionaries and, assured as you are by the perfect for the manufacture of household furnipurity of every look and attitude, that ture, of a saffron colour, and called “sneeze her hitherto spotless reputation is de- wood,” from the effect of its pungent served beyond a breath of suspicion, you scent when newly cut, and which among leave her with as much respect as admi. Other good properties, is said to possess ration; and find with surprise that a that of repelling all noxious vermin from dancing-girl, who is exposed night after its neighbourhood. It is singular enough night to the profaning gaze of the world, that some of the Canadian timber imhas crept into one of the most sacred ported into this country is described as niches of your memory.

having a directly contrary effect.

COOLNESS.

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VALUABLE TIMBER.

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A TRADITION OF THE CIVIL WARS.

THE SENTINEL:

contained many memorials of humble worth. The best of fathers, mothers,

husbands, wives, lay there in no incon(For the Parterre).

siderable numbers, considering the population of the village. Many who could

neither write nor read their own names, A few years since I spent several days had borne pain and long-suffering with with a friend in Gloucestershire. He resolution and fortitude, that might resided at a quiet village, in one of those shame the educated. Some of the epiobscure nooks which are so seldom visit. taphs were borrowed from the churched by the tourist, that the arrival of a yard of the distant town; others were stranger is considered by the inhabitants the production of the village poet. Of as an epoch in their history. The spot course those exquisite lineswas endeared to my friend by many and

“ Affliction sore, long time she bore," &c. early associations: his family had resided there for several generations past; the

And, little church-yard held the remains of Weep not for me, my parents dear, his parents, and his parents' parents,

I am not dead, but sleeping here,” &c. and those of two or three of his children: were not wanting to complete the attrachis orchard contained trees which had tions of this rustic cemetery. What grown up with himself; and the two old English church-yard is without them? limes, that shaded the house, had been There were also three or four old tombs, planted by his great grandfather when a with half-obliterated inscriptions, to boy.

which my friend directed my attention, The village itself had an air of neatness

one day entered the burialand respectability, and it was graced by ground. one of those picturesque morsels of anti- “ That tomb,” said he,

covers the quity, a small church in the early point- remains of a gentleman who fell fighting ed style of architecture, half covered for the royalist cause at Edghill -- he with luxuriant ivy. The burial-ground was a bachelor, and the last of his race.

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The family, whose ancestors lie beneath received such severe injuries, that he that quaintly carved monument, were died a few days afterwards.

This was a non-conformists, and emigrated to New dreadful shock to William Horne. He England just before the breaking out of had lost his mother when a boy, and his the civil wars : we have several curious home was now desolate! Poor fellow ! traditions of that eventful period, some he had not a soul to whom he could tell of which I have written down.”

his sorrows, for the old housekeeper was I was greatly delighted to hear this as deaf as a beetle. Despair fixed his intelligence, and expressed my astonish- fangs upon him, and he fell into that ment that he had not made me acquaint- fatal error which has brought ruin and ed with it before.

destruction on many more nobly born ;Why, to be candid with you,” re. he took to the bottle. Every body knows plied my friend, " I some years since con- how rapid is the transition from dissipatemplated surprising my acquaintance tion to beggary. William Horne neg(you among the rest) with a volume of lected his farm, and in a few months was these traditions, which I intended to a ruined man; for his landlord, being christen by the general title of Church- himself hard pressed in consequence of yard Stories ;' but the magazines, about losses which he had suffered on account the same time, contained several tales of his adherence to the royalist cause, with a somewhat similar title; so, in the became urgent in his demand, and our spirit of genuine laziness, I seized upon young farmer was finally ejected, to this excuse for not preparing my stories, make room for a more punctual tenant. and locked up the manuscript in my We shall pass over all that followed, bookcase, where it has since remained; until the morning that saw poor Horne however, as you are so fond of these under the hands of a drill sergeant of stories, I will relate one which I have foot in the market place at Marlborough. not yet committed to paper.

I have He had enlisted in the Parliament cause, often heard my father repeat it. He had because the first company he met with it from the then curate, who had it from belonged to that party: misery had his predecessor, and he had it from I made him indifferent as to which side can't tell who.”

he took, and the earnest-money which “Let me hear it by all means," cried he received from the sergeant procured I; “from my childhood upwards I have him a hearty meal-a luxury he had always been delighted with these legends: not enjoyed for man days before. we can sit on this tomb while you re- Young Horne soon discovered that the late it."

life of a common soldier, when on active My friend looked thoughtful for a few service, is anything but a sinecure; that moments, as though he were endeavour- forced marches and skirmishes were ing to collect the leading incidents in harder work than mowing and reaping; his tale, and then began as follows:- in short, that he had made a bad bar

“In the reign of Charles the First gain : but he feared to attempt giving there lived in this neighbourhood a small his new associates the slip, lest he should farmer named Horne. He had two sons, make a bad matter worse, and get shot the eldest of whom, contemning the for desertion. The regiment was kept quiet occupation of a husbandman, chose in continual alarm by the attacks of the the adventurous life of a soldier, and en- Cavalier party, who set upon them at listed into a regiment of dragoons, at night; but they were generally beaten that time quartered at Fairford. Wil- off with loss. At length orders were liam, the other son, preferred the occu- received by the officer of the regiment, pation by which his father had obtained to proceed with his company to the a comfortable subsistence. He was a parliamentary army, then in the neighyouth of quiet and unobtrusive manners, bourhood of London. while those of his brother fitted him for On the evening of the second day of the reckless profession he had chosen. their march, they were again threatened At length the quarrel between Charles by a regiment of royalist dragoons, who and his parliament led to civil strife, and hung on their rear for several miles. As England was again the theatre of intes- the night advanced, they halted a short tine war.

Several skirmishes took place distance beyond Henley in Oxfordshire, near this village; and one day a foraging intending to renew their march by dayparty belonging to the royalists paid a break, having lost sight of their enemies, visit to the farm of Humphrey Horne, whom they supposed had relinquished whom they treated with great brutality, the pursuit. A scuffle ensued, in which the old man A thicket skirted the road on each side, and sentinels were placed around it from the ground, fell on his face in the to guard against surprise, Horne being middle of the path, while his companions one of the number.

suddenly retired into the thicket. The The spot at which he was posted was report of the musket, of course alarmed most picturesque. A rugged lane de- the regiment. The drums beat to arms, scended into a deep dell overshadowed by and a party advanced to the spot where thick foliage, and the road was spanned Horne had been posted. But the draby an ancient gateway, overgrown with goons find that they could not surivy and creeping plants. As he paced prise their enemies, prudently withdrew, to and fro, with his musket on his shoul- and their trumpets now sounded a reder, in the light of the young moon treat. which had risen above the trees, his Some of the soldiers who had gathermind reverted to other days, when a ed round the body of the slain dragoon, lighter heart beat beneath his doublet. began to jest and crack their coarse jokes Memory was busy, and the recollection of upon the occurrence. happier hours, .filled his eyes with tears. “A regular cavalier trick,” cried one,

“ Alas !" thought he, “I am an out- “these fellows will never learn wisdom.” cast and a wanderer! I have none left “ They will ever fail in their attempts to sorrow for me. But what boots it?-- against those who keep their lights burnDeath is a sure release : I shall find a ing before them, » said another in a dog's grave ere long !”–

drawling tone. He was suddenly aroused by a slight “Faith, he's a sturdy rogue,” remarked noise among the bushes in the dell below, a third, as he spurned the body with his and fixing his eyes intently on the spot foot_"'t was a brave shot that killed from which it appeared to come, he him!” awaited the result with something like “ Foul fall thee, Dick Robinson !" trepidation.

cried a corporal, “'t is cowardly to insult But all was again quiet, and Horne the dead body of a brave man-turn him resumed his pace, supposing that his on his back, and let's see if life has quite imagination had deceived him, or that left him.” it proceeded from some wild animal. A " The shot would have killed a bull," crash among the bushes however, soon observed the soldiers, as they turned the convinced him that some person was body over—“he is hit plump in the midadvancing, under cover of the opposite dle of the forehead.” thicket.

There was a dead pause as the men “Who goes there?” cried the sentinel, looked on the ghastly countenance of the suddenly halting and facing about, bring- slain trooper, which the moonlight rening at the same time his musket on the dered still paler, but there was one among rest.

them who scrutinized it with more than All was again still ; but Horne was ordinary curiosity. It was William satisfied that an enemy was in the neigh- Horne. bourhood, and cautiously withdrawing Why dost thou stare so at the body," under the shelter of the ruined arch, said the corporal, “dost thou know that awaited the issue with a beating heart. face ?

Again a rustling was heard among the Horne held his breath, and still conbushes; and the sentinel, straining his tinued to gaze upon the corpse with a eyes in that direction, saw a dark figure fixed stare. The thick moustaches which emerge from the thicket, and descend covered the upper lip of the dead trooper the bank. He was clad in the dress of had not disguised his features, and a wart a dragoon, with iron cap, cuirass, and on the left cheek, removed all doubt as jack-boots, but his arms were not visible to their identity—the wretched sentinel in the gloom. The figure advanced had slain his brother! cautiously into the moonlight, and then Poor Horne, from that fatal night was Horne perceived that he had companions an idiot! The shock deprived him for in the thicket. There was not a mo- ever of the power of speech. He was ment to lose. The sentinel blew his dismissed from the regiment, and rematch, uncovered his pan, and took aim turned to his native village, where he at the advancing figure, who until that lived many years afterwards, upon the moment had not observed Horne. The charity of those who had known him in dragoon instantly snapped a pistol which happier days. He was buried near the burnt priming, and Horne fired! The yew tree, yonder, and some one erected unfortunate dragoon received the bullet a gravestone over his remains, recording in his head, and leaping convulsively his sad story; but it was accidentally

their eyes.

TO THE MEMORY OF

WHO

FOR

HIGH TREASON.

his grave;

wave;

sky,

were

broken in fragments, and subsequently their babe Simon, but the name was reremoved, about fifty years ago.'

gistered in the parish book with the first Such was my friend's traditionary tale. syllable spelt “S_I_G_H;"—wheHeindulged me by relating several others ther the trembling hand of the afflicted in the evening, some of which I may parent orthographically erred, or whether venture to repeat to the readers of the a bungling clerk caused the error, I know Parterre, should this story find favour in not; but certain it is, that the infant

A. A. A. Dumps was registered Sighmon.

Sighmon sighed away his infancy like

other babes and sucklings; and when he ROBERT EMMETT, ESQ.

grew to be a hobedy-hoy, there was a

seriousness in his visage, and a muchWAS EXECUTED AT DUBLIN, ado-about-nothing-ness in his eye, which

were proclaimed by good natured people (For the Parterre).

to be indications of deep thought and

profundity ; while others less “flattering “Let no man write my epitaph.”

sweet,” declared they indicated nought APPROACH, lonely stranger! but silently tread

but want of comprehension, and the dulBy the grave, where reposes the shade of the ness of stupidity. dead;

As he grew older he grew graver : sad Where the green willow weeps o'er the marble, was his look, sombre the tone of his voice,

that stands Uninscribed and unmarked by the architect's

and half an hour's conversation with hands.

him was a very serious affair indeed. ’T was this that he said: “Let no epitaph rise Burying Ground Buildings, PadOn the tomb, where the Martyr to Liberty dington Road, was the scene of his in

lies." That the mantle of Night might be drawn o'er fant sports. Since his failure, his father

had earned his livelyhood, by letting Till the flag of his country in freedom should himself out as a mute or a mourner, to Till Erin's bright banner should stream in the

a furnisher of funerals.

Mute” and “voluntary woe Uostained and unsported by slavery's dye. his stock in trade. Bright shade! thongh thy name remains hid in the gloom,

Often did Mrs. Dumps ink the seams May the tears of thy country still water thy of his small-clothes, and darken bis tomb

elbows with a blacking brush, ere he May her heart, which yet bleeds at the fate of sallied forth to follow borrowed plumes; Throb on ; till thy cause and her own shall be and when he returned from his public

performance (oft rehearsed) Master SighOh! then, when the morn of her freedom is mon did innocently crumple his crapes,

come, She will fling her first garland of love on thy

and sport with his weepers. tomb

His melancholy outgoings at length Adorn with fresh roses thy grave, as she weeps were rewarded by some pecuniary inFor her child, that is hid in the dust where he comings. The demise of others secured sleeps. JOHN SHIRLEY.

a living for him, and after a few unusually propitious sickly seasons, he grimly

smiled as he counted his gains: the SIGHMON DUMPS.

mourner exulted, and, in praise of his

profession, the mute became eloquent. Anthony Dumps, the father of my hero Another event occurred: after bury(the subject-matter of a story being al. ing so many people professionally, he ways called the hero, however little heroic at length buried Mrs. Dumps; that, of he may personally have been) married

course, was by no means a matter of Dora Coffin, on St. Swithin's day, in the business. I have before remarked that first year of the last reign.

she was descended from the Coffins; Anthony was then comfortably off; she was now gathered to her ancestors. but through a combination of adverse It was not surprising that Dumps circumstances, he went rapidly down in had risen in his profession : he was a the world, became a bankrupt, and be- perfect master of melancholy ceremonies, ing obliged to vacate his residence in St. and as a mute proclaimer of the mutaPaul's Church Yard, he removed to bility of human affairs, none could equal No. 3, Burying Ground Buildings, him. Never did the summer sunshine Paddington Road, where Mrs. Dumps of nankeen, lie hid beneath the shadows was delivered of a son.

of his “inky cloak ;” never, while his The depressed pair agreed to christen countenance betokened “the winter of

her son,

won !

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