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UroN Wednesday the 13th October, there wandered from Wardrop's Court in the Lawn Market, a little Brown and White Messan fiitcb, long Tail'd, and a collar about the Neck of it, with the Gentlewoman's Name it belongs to. Any person who has found it, may come to the Author of this Paper, at the Exchange Coffee House, and they shall be sufficiently rewarded.—Scots Courant, August 5, 1713.


A Splendid work, extending to four volumes, large quarto, is announced from Milan, as being in progress at Trent. It has been undertaken by M. Perini, and will be published under the title of "/ casteUi dell Tirolo, rutin Storia dells relative antich* potenii Famiglie." Each volume will comprise three or four parts, accompanied by engravings.


This phenomenon is one of the Lions of Trinidad, and it is generally resorted to, at least once, by every stranger. If we mistake not, the substance, alluded to by our correspondent, is the compact bitumen of the mineralogist. It varies from brownish black to black, it occurs massive, with a conchoidal fracture, and is opaque and brittle. A gentle heat renders it ductile, and, when mixed with grease or common pitch, it is used by seamen for the exterior of their vessels. We were sometime ago favoured with the following extract of a letter from a young Gentleman in Trinidad :—

"I shall now give you an account of my excursion to view that wonder of the world, the Pitch Lake of Trinidad. I sailed from the bay with two other gentlemen, about six in the evening, we were all night in going down, and about seven o'clock, next morning, we came to anchor in a small creek, (the distance from Port of Spain is about 40 miles,) we immediately went on shore and proceeded on our journey. It was a delightfully cool morning, I was much surprised to see the beach and also the surf black, and large quantities of pitch continually washed ashore, so that I judged from that, that there must be a bank of pitch under the water; I was afterwards told by a gentleman, that there is a bank which runs a considerable way out to sea, so that I was right in my conjecture. It much resembles coal when seen first, but if you smell it, it soon undeceives you. We had a long walk before we got to the Lake, it is only three miles from the sea, but as we were all strangers to that part of the coast we lost our way, and found afterwards, that instead of going to it, we went from it. We breakfasted at an estate about four miles from where we landed and three from the Lake, a walk like that is no joke in this country, and particularly on such roads as we went, however the sight of the Lake amply repaid us for our toil.

"We walked over the Lake, and found in some places it was so very soft, that we left the print of our shoes every step, so, when we found that was the case, we made a retrograde movement, and got off, for some places are in a liquid state, and boil up, others are so very soft that you sink down when you least expect it, and it is not easy to extricate yourself. I cut several pieces out with my penknife and keep them as a curiosity."


The Critic Quizzed.—When Pope was first introduced to rend his Iliad to Lord Halifax, the noble critic did not venture to be dissatisfied with so noble a composition; but, this turn, and that expression, formed the broken cant of his criticisms. The honest poet was stung with vexation; for, in general, the parts at which his Lordship hesitated, were those of which he was most satisfied. As he returned home with Sir Samuel Garth he revealed to him the anxiety of his mind. "Oh I" replied Garth, laughing, "you are not so well acquainted with his lordship as myself; he must criticise. At your next visit read to him those very passages as they now stand ; tell him that you have recollected his criticisms; and I'll warrant you of his approbation of them. This is what I have done a hundred times myself." Pope made use of this stratagem, and my lord exclaimed, "Dear Pope, they are now inimitable!"

Inquisition Voltaire attributes the taciturnity of the Spaniards to the universal horror which the proceedings of this tribunal sprea 1. "A general jealousy and suspicion took possession of all ranks of people; friendship and sociability were all at an end! Brothers were afraid of brothers, fathers of their children."

Westminster-ball—la the largest roof of the ancient construction any where to be met with; and it is difficult to imagine a work of human art, which possesses, in so equal a degree, the three requisites of beauty, strength, and durability. This hall was built by William II. (Raiuo), in the year 1097; it was originally Intended as a banqueting hall; and the monarch is said to have held a magnificent feast in it on the Whitsuntide after its erection. It is two hundred and seventy-five feet long, and seventy-four feet wide. The roof, constructed in the time of Richard II. is formed of chesnut, and does not appear to be in the least decayed. Westminister-ball is now set apart for the most solemn state purposes,—such as the trial of persons impeached by the Commons; and banquets at the coronations of kings.

Pulpit Appearance Of Massilon.—His person is still present to many. It seems, says his admirers, that he is yet in the pulpit, with the air of simplicity, the modest demeanour, those eyes humbly declining, those careless gestures, that passionate tone, that mild countenance of a man penetrated with his subject, and conveying to the mind the most brilliant light, and to the heart the most tender emotions. Baron, coming out from a sermon, truth forced from his lips a confession humiliating to his profession. "My friend, (said he to one of his companions) this is an orator and we are only actors."


To the Editor of the The Dat.

Dear Sir,

Wht not insert my verses?
I'm sure, each line sublime and terse is;
You have them sentimental, pretty,
Heroic, sacred, comic, witty.
My heroine's eyes quite bright as stars are,
My hero's feats like those of Mars are,
My plots are deeply interesting,
With wonder great, each piece investing.
There's only this, I'd nigh forgot,
I've not a worth one in the lot;
But then, my meaning is so good,
I wonder you could be so rude
As quite reject my rhyme effusions,
And give my " genius" such contushions,
As have completely spoiled my face,
And made me hide it in disgrace.
Yet, with me, you've not been so coarse—eh?
As with the "hum-drum" lad, I dare say;
He's surely some great necromancer
In poetry; when your kind answer
Drew out his ire to write such drollery-
He, sure, was not in earnest choler—eh?
I hope your feelings are not hurt,
Now he has left you in the dirt;
I understand, he's gone to college,
To try and magnify his knowledge;
You, also, have not given me half a
Keen doser—as you've given to " Alpha;"
You, certainly, have raised his birses;
(His surely must have been prime verses,)
He swears you have a favourite one,
And you insert his lines alone—
That, in " The Day," he " bears the bell,"
I know him, and his Mother well i
He certainly deserves " a name,"
And he has got it, and great fame.
Long may he wear his wreath of bays,
And flourish much 'midst length of " days;"
May better grow, each page to write,
Dazzling and pure, from muse of light;
And, if his li'if should e'er decay,
Ha'H sleep—then rise another " Day."

The Whole Alphabet.


"Theatrical Note Book," No. 2, to-morrow or Friday.
"Billy B." under consideration.
"Virtue and Vice," too long.

The lines, "Rosa's Rejection," have no better success with us than with bar.

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On the accession of George I. to the throne of Great Britain, in the year 1714, the Church of Scotland deputed fire ministers, as commissioners, to proceed to London, and congratulate his Majesty on the auspicious event. Mr. James Hart, minister of the Grayfriars, was one of the number, and kept "a Journal, by way of Diarie, of my Travels from Edinburgh to London." This curious production remained in manuscript till now, that a limited number of copies has been printed by Mr. D. Stewart, bookseller, Edinburgh, accompanied by a memoir of the author, and an appendix, both furnished by Dr. Lee. As the book was not intended for sale, and is only accessible to few, we trust our readers will duly appreciate the extracts we are now to lay before them.

In the beginning of the last century a journey from Scotland to London was deemed an "enterprize of great pith and moment." The traveller usually proceeded on horseback, and provided himself with pistols—a precaution which even this peaceful clergyman did not fail to adopt. The solemnity of his departure from Edinburgh will, now-a-days, appear very ludicrous.

I took horse at the Society Port, being accompanied by several gentlemen and some ministers, upwards of tnrentie in number, and about fourteen gentlemen rode along with me from Edinburgh to Dalkeith. I did light at the Burrough Loch, and took leave of my dear wife and distressed children: It was both to them and me a melancholic parting. And then I mounted my horse and went on with the company that honoured me with a convoy to Dalkeith, where we lighted at Baillie Hog's, and dined together; and then, after dinner, I took my leave of them, all in tears, being at that time under strong apprehensions that we might never all meet together again.

The following is a strong proof of the superstition of the age :—

One Runshman, a Scotsman, who lives in Darlington, conveyed us beyond the Teas, and told us two strange stories about the Bishop of Durham. The one was—about twelve months ago such a number of lice was found in the coach, that the Bishop's lady was ult'rightened, and was obliged to goe out of it, and shift all her cloths. The other was—that Lammass last, at his garden, in Bishop Acher, [Auckland] a place belonging to the Bishop, there was such an incredible number of frogs, as the like was never seen in that country, nor were any frogs in other gardens. It took a great deal of time to get them destroyed. Great pains were taken to conceal and keep these things secret, but they took air. The common people in that country observe, that God has already visited the Bishop of Durham with two of the Egyptian plagues.

The worthy Presbyter's dislike to prelacy, doubtless, helped his belief in these ridiculous stories.

One of the most striking parts of this journal is the account which Mr. Hart gives of the manner in which he and his fellow-travellers kept the Sabbath at Barnby moor:—

This night, being Saturday the ninth of October, we came safe (praise to the divine gooduess) to Barnabiemoor, which is ten miles distant from Doncaster. We came about an hour after sunset. We lodged in one Mr. Binglie, who was never at pains to come and see us, though we desired him once and again. We made enquirie if there was any dissenting meeting-house near to us; and we sent fur a man who is a dissenter, and lives in Barnabiemoor, who told us that there is a meeting-house about two miles from this place, but that the dissenting minister was to preach to-morrow at another meeting-house, about eight miles distant from this place. We enquired if there was any other meeting-house near to us—he told us there was one about four miles

distant, but was not sure whether there would be preaching tomorrow. So, being at so great uncertainty, we resolved to stay in our quarters, and spend the Lord's day as well as we could. So each having retired alone for sometime in the morning, we breakfasted about ten of the clock, and, after that, Messrs. Kin- ning, Ramsay, Adams, Mr. Linning's man and I, did shut our chamber door, and went about worship. I read, sung and prayed, and then we retired again to our several chambers, and met about two of the clock, and Mr. Ramsay read, sung and prayed j and after that, we retired to our several chambers, and met between four and five, supped, and after supper, Mr. Linning read, sang, and prayed, aud, after we had sat a while, we retired, and so prepared for bed. Thus we spent the Lord's day at Barnabiemoor, Oct. 10.

Dr. Lee remarks, that it may probably occur to some readers, that if Principal Carstairs (another commissioner) had been one of the party on this occasion, he would have induced them to attend divine service, in the Church of England, rather than absent themselves from public worship. But, the Doctor gives an extract from the record of the Church Court, to whose jurisdiction, Carstairs, as well as Hart, was subject, which justifies the conclusion, that they would have incurred censure if they had gone to any other than a Presbyterian place of worship.

Mr. Hart can tell a story with much arch simplicity. At Wansford, he says,

They tell a storie of a Webster, who, looking after his hay, and having stuck his fork, as far as he could put, in a cock of hay, that is as much as a cart can carry, he lay himself doun to sleep upon the top of the hay, and when he was asleep, there came a mighty spete of water, and carried him four miles down the water, near to Peterborough ; and the people of that place seeing so great an heap of hay come doun the water together, they got boats and endeavoured to carry the hay ashoar. He awakened, and they asked him whence he came. He told them, from Wansfoord in England, thinking himself to be in another part of the world; so that, to this day, it's called Wansfoord in England. The poor man was preserved, which was a miracle.

Our travellers were greatly astonished at the extent and splendour of the University of Cambridge. A few of the curiosities they there inspected, will amuse our readers.

We saw several other curiosities, such as King Henry the Eighth his comb, with which he used to comb his head—made of timber, and in some places, overlaid with silver; we saw a Parthian quiver with poisoned arrows, they made use of; we saw a piece of an Egyptian mummie, that is, of man's flesh preserved; we saw a huge piece of coral, which grew upon a rock in the sea; we saw the horn of the rhinoceros; we saw an Indian goddess; we saw, also, a wood which was made use of for writing, before the invention of paper; we saw the Duke of Somerset, his statue in marble, and the Lord Halifax, his picture.

"It is to be regretted," says his biographer, "that Mr. Hart kept no journal of the proceedings of himself and his associates, during the period of their residence in London. Probably he might think it unnecessary, as his letters to his family would naturally embrace every thing that he thought worthy of being recorded." This hiatus has, however, been so far supplied by the insertion of a letter from Mr. Linning, giving an account of the fulfilment of their mission.

We were some time before we framed our speech to the King, and behoved to have it turned into French, that the King might fully understand it; a copy of which, with the King's answer, you will hear at the commessiou. We complemented the Prence also, and both the King and the Prince looked with a pleasant countenance to us, and promised good things to the Church of Scotland; and, when we came from the King's presence, Moutrose followed us to the next room, who told the two chaplains that the King continued them in their places, and that Mr. Hamilton, the Professor, was continued iu his place; and so we were dismissed. Afterward, we found it would be acceptable to wait upon the Prencess also, which we did this night, and had a little discourse to her, who received the same very well, and desired the continuation of the good prayers of our Church, for the royal family; and then called for the two princesses, and told us she had a son who was elder than aby of them, and hoped that these, her children, should secure the succession to the royal family.

The Prince and Princess here spoken of, afterwards ascended the throne as George H. and Queen Caroline. Her son, in after life, was known as Frederick, Prince of Wales, and was grandfather of his present Majesty.

After mentioning that the King "was pleased to appoint each of us a present of one hundred pounds sterling," Mr. Hart gives the following account of another interview which the commissioners had with the royal family, when they were about "to take journey for Scotland."

This day we had access to King George, being introduced by the Duke of Montrose. We had our audience in publiclt, the King coming out to the bedchamber of state, where there were a great number of noblemen and gentlemen present. Mr. Carstairs made a short speech in English, in which he expressed the grateful sense we had of his royal goodness, and that we would endeavour, more than by words, to express our loyalty and faithfulness tohis Majestie's person and government, and that we would, in our stations, endeavour to promote what would be for the honor and quiet of his government. After which we made a low bow and retired. The King bowed to us, with a pleasant smiling countenance.

After this we went to the Prince's apartment, where we had access to the Prince of Wales; and, after a short speech, made by Mr. Carstairs, to his royal highness, expressing our sincere affection and duty to his royal person and his royal progeuie; and, something to this purpose, he answered, in French, that he would never be wanting to lay hold, on all occasions that should offer to show, how great his affection was to the Church of Scotland, of whose loyalty and fidelity to the royal family he was fully assured.

After this we went to the Princess, her apartment, where we had access to her royal highness; and, Mr. Carstairs made a short speech, much to the same purpose with what he spoke to the Prence; and she pleasantly answered, I desire your good prayers for me and the royal family, and I shall be glad of every opportunitie, to show my sincere concern for the good and welfare of the Church of Scotland.

Here we stop for the present. To-morrow, our readers will be pleased to accompany Mr. Hart on his journey homewards.


Nature has infused R degree of eccentricity into the minds of some men, which prevents them from acting like other people, and immediately discovers itself in their manners and address. One cannot see Mr. Hairbrain without directly perceiving that he has something queer about him, and discovering very shortly that he is strongly tinctured with this quality. His countenance expresses R wildness of idea, and his attitudes and motions are quick and changeable. His dress bids defiance to shape and costume, and is generally unsuitable to the weather and the occasion. His house, which was built by himself, may be said to be of the composite order of architecture, being a medley of all the others, including Arabesque and Chinese. It is extremely ill laid out, abounding in confined apartments, narrow staircases, "rich windows that exclude the light, and passages that lead to nothing." His grounds are a map of his own mind, discovering all its caprices. Trees and hedges, cut into fantastical shapes and figures, clumps, planted so as to intercept his view, fine scenery shut out by dead walls, and a beautiful piece of water, formed at a great expense, quite out of sight. In the choice of his companions, Mr. Hairbrain contrives, somehow or other, always to fix upon those that are most unsuitable to his age and station. When he gives an entertainment, he seldom fails to leave out some who ought to have been invited, and supply their places with others who are objectionable. The company generally arrives at different hours, in consequence of mistakes in his cards of invitation, which defeats the skill of his cook. When dinner is at last announced, he presents his arm to the lady who has the least pretension to that honour, but who runs the

risk of having a plate of soup in her lap from our hero's awkwardness. In carving, he invariably misses the joint, and spatters the gravy about—misnames his guests—asks the same person to drink wine with him several times—and frequently manages to introduce some topic, painful to the feelings of one or more of the party.

Mr. Hairbrain is extremely variable in his humours and pursuits. Sometimes he is sunk in despondency, sometimes in very high spirits. To-day he is penurious, the next, proportionally extravagant. There are times, when the tender passion seizes upon him, and converts him into a lover, although he has never yet been able to prevail on any fair one to unite her fate to his. He frequently enters keenly into the politics of the day, and is as often an economist or a theoretical farmer. At some seasons he becomes a universal Dilettanti, and is all devoted to the fine arts. In this inroad, he writes verses, scrapes on the violin, employs his pencil on the picturesque, or chisels a block of stone. On occasions, he gives himself up to the graces, affects the exquisite, and exhibits a complete caricature of dandyism. Thus accomplished, he mixes in the amusements of the beau monde, and sometimes joins the merry dance; in the exercise of which last recreation, however, he too frequently interferes with the enjoyment of others, by confusing the figure, treading on the toes of those near him, or throwing himself or his partner down.

Yet, notwithstanding all this, Mr. Hairbrain is one of the kindliest creatures in the world. He has done a thousand beneficent things, and, while we laugh at his eccentricities and blunders, we cannot help, at the same time, doing justice to the goodness of his heart.



The following extraordinary incident is authenticated to have taken place in the theatre of Walshara, in Norfolk, during the performance of "The Fair Penitent." An actress, named Mrs. Barry, who had been a second time married, it seems, played Calista, She had entered upon the scene of the charnel-house in the last act, and was about to lift the skull, peculiar to the scene, when, after examining it for an instant particularly, she was suddenly seized with an involuntary horror which, at once, paralyzed all her energies. She dropped upon the stage, and, being taken up insensible, was carried home in a very dangerous condition. Her illness continued during the night, but abated somewhat in the morning. Next day, so soon as she was sufficiently recovered to converse, she sent for the property-man of the theatre, and enquired, with the greatest agitation of look and gesture, where he had obtained the skull of the preceding evening. He replied, that he had procured it from the village sexton, who reported it to be that of a player of the name of Norris, who died many years back. "I knew it," she added, "it is the skull of my former husband." She survived the shock only a few days.

A highly humorous incident is related of a performance of the same play in one of the London theatres. Lothario being killed by Altamont, in the fourth act, is exhibited, by proxy, as dead in the fifth act—being laid on a bier, in the front of the stage, and covered with mourning habiliments. It was customary, at that time, for the principal performers each to have a servant for himself, provided by the management, for the purpose of assisting in dressing the character. On the present occasion, Powell had played Lothario, and his dresser, a person of the name of Warren, claimed the privilege of lying down on the bier to represent the dead lover in the following act. He had done so, and the scene was now in progress, when Powell, anxious to be dressed for the afterpiece, and, altogether ignorant of the previous arrangement, was traversing the back part of the stage in every direction, and calling aloud for his runaway servant. Warren whispered from the bier, "Here, Sir." "Where, Sir ?" rejoined Powell. The other replied, a little louder, in the same words, "Here, Sir.." Powell, now frantic with rage and unable to divine whence the sound issued, stamped and swore, that, unless he instantly appeared, he would break every bone in his body—upon which poor Warren, aware of Powell's hasty temper, and, fearful of meeting him thus exasperated, jumped up before the whole audience and ran off at the nearest wing, dragging with him bier, sables, and crapes, amidst a tumultuous roar of laughter from all parts of the house and stage.


The greatest of all the Literateurs of Germany is departed. For more than half a century has Goethe been regarded, not only as the first of German writers, but also, has he of late been looked upon as the very Nestor of European Literature. The works of no man perhaps ever obtained, during their author's lifetime, a greater share of public attention, while with the solitary exception.of Sir Walter Scott, was there none, who at this moment, may be said to have obtained a greater European reputation than the author of Faust. The following sketch of his literary life has been translated from a German paper.

John Wolfgang von Goethe was born at Frankfort on the 28th of August, 174-9, and died at Weimar on the 22d of March, 1832, aged eighty-two years and seven months. Although he had attained this great age, his vigorous constitution seemed still to promise, some years of life, and his death excited at Weimar a feeling of surprise as well as sorrow. This is not the moment to enter into any details of his life, or review of his works; and we shall contine ourselves to a few particulars of his last momenta. About a week before his death he caught cold, which brought on a catarrh. A few day's care, however, seemed to have removed this complaint ; but in the night of the 19th the pains in the breast returned, and a severe fit of fever followed. He would not make hhi family uneasy, and had nobody called : it was not till eight o'clock In the morning that he sent for his physician, Dr. Vogel, who, by his skill and attention, had before frequently relieved him when seriously ill. The Dr. found his patient in a shivering fit, and complaining of violent pain in the side. The warmth of the body was, however, restored after a time, and the pains abated; but, during the night and in the following day, the pains returned; yet at times the patient was easy and composed. Oneof the accounts that have been published says, he felt himself so much better on the very morning of his death, that he expressed his pleasure at the approach of spring, expecting that the fine weather would benefit him; and he had even ordered several books to be brought and placed on the table before him, intending to consult them. During the night, he had fallen into a slumber, and his mind appeared to be cheered by pleasing visions, chiefly happy scenes of his past life. In the morning, being in full possession of his faculties, he conversed cheerfully with his daughter-in-law, who had constantly attended him with the most unremitting and affectionate care, as well as with his grandchildren and friends. About ten o'clock he drank a glass of wine, and then continued to move bis-right hand in the air, as if writing or drawing (this he was in the habit of doing at other times), still, as it were, embodying the creations of his fancy; till, growing weaker and weaker, his hand dropped on his knee, and he sat on his easy chair, where it still moved as in the act of writing, till the angel of death summoned him away.

Goethe has appointed Dr. Eckermann, of Hanover, to be the editor of the unpublished MSS. which he has left. This is a choice with which the public have reason to be satisfied, as Dr. E. has already rendered great service by the care he bestowed on the complete edition of our author's works. The admirers of Goethe will certainly be delighted to hear that among the finished MSS. there is an entire volume of his own life, which follows in order the third volume of Wahrheil and Dichtuwj. It contains the ac

count of his first appearance at Weimar, and of the early years of his life and literary labours in that town, a period in which some of his finest volumes were composed. This volume nearly fills up the interval till his visit to Italy. We may also expect an entire volume of new poems, and the original MS. of Gotz von Serlichingen, which is said to differ very materially from the published play. Besides these, among many other precious relics, there is the second part of Faust, complete in five acts. The last two acts were composed in inverse order—the fifth in the winter of 1830-31, immediately after the receipt of the dreadful news of the death of bis only son, which had nearly proved fatal to him. The classicromantic phantasmagoria, Helena (which has been long known,) forms the third act, as a kind of intermezzo. Among the collections of his letters, a whole volume will be published of his correspondence with his friend the musician Zelter, in Berlin, moreinteresting even than that with Schiller.

The mortal remains of Goethe were deposited, on the 26th of March, with great pomp, in the grand ducal family vault at Weimar, near to those of Schiller. On the same day, the theatre, which had been closed out of respect to his memory, was opened with the representation of his Tasao.


This bridge, across the Rhine at the town of Schaffhausen, was one of the most celebrated of wooden bridges; and the celebrity was the greater, on account of the architect being an illiterate man, who was not likely to have derived much profit from the works that had been written upon the subject. This architect was Ulrick Grubenham. The construction of the Schaffhausen bridge was his first effort; but he was afterwards employed in various other structures of the same description. The width of the Rhine at Schaffhausen is three hundred and sixty-four feet; and the main framing of the bridge was thrown into the form of a single arch, although a pier in the centre of the river divided the water-way into two parts, and also afforded material support to the structure. In this bridge there are regular uprights about seventeen feet and a half apart, and they are crossed by braces resting on the abutments, and inclining towards the centre of the bridge. There were also braces radiating from the central pier, some of them below the roadway, extending to thirty-five feet on each side, and others above. The whole bridge was covered by a ponderous roof. The principal beams in the roadway were joggled throughout the whole length with indentures, like the teeth of two sets of saws, and they were tightened by wedges at each of the cross faces. There were also iron ties from the beam that formed the eaves of the roof, to the principal beam of the floor, which tended to stiffen the bridge for about a fourth part at each extremity of each of the divisions. Some parts of this bridge were overloaded with timber; but the whole of it evinced a very considerable and even uncommon degree of skill, in balancing strains against each other, so as to insure both steadiness and strength. The principal fault in this celebrated bridge consisted in many of the timbers being of great length, so as nut to admit of being easily replaced in case of decay. It was burnt down by the French army in the year 1799; and has since been replaced by a more simple wooden bridge, in which the water-way is divided into three parts by two piers, and the road is said to be wider and more convenient.


The Cakicata—Was in painting what the broad comedy of farce is in the drama. It was nature strongly drawn, its ridicules exaggerated, and its foibles highly coloured. But still it was nature, and the Caricata of the seventeenth century, is never to be confounded with these course and libellous representations of the human face divine, which humour and malice have frequently resorted to in modern times, for the manifestation of their powers. Among his collections of Caricata, Salvator Rosa, had not only preserved, at their particular request, the likeness of his own friends, but had also added those of many other noted persons in Rome, and he was finishing the precious and now valuable series with his own head, when the pencil dropped from his hand, and he found it impossible to continue the undertaking in the same spirit in which it had been commenced.

It has been asserted that Lord Rodney in the early part of his life, was the first gentleman who ever drove coach horses, with their tails cut as they now are. Previously to his Lordship adopting this fashion, all coach horses had long or what are called bob tails.


LINES FROM THE GREEK. The bath, obsequious beauty's smile,

Wine, fragrance, music's heavenly breath, Can but the hastening hours beguile,

And slope the path that leads to death.


We understand that the "Trials of Charles the First and the Regicides," by Charles Edward Dodd, Esq. is in the press.

It is said that prospectuses are issued for publishing a Series of Engravings, (to be executed in the first style of excellence,) from the most meritorious productions of the late talented Mr. Liversedge ; and for this object the Noblemen and Gentlemen who were in possession of, his best Works have kindly given permission for their being engraved.

A new edition of " Rejected Addresses" is in the press, to be illustrated with Portraits of the Authors after Harlow, and of all the authors whose works are supposed to be imitated.

"Contarini Fleming," a Psychological Autobiography, is about to be published.

"The Province of Jurisprudence Defined," in Six Essays, by John Austin, Esq. Barrister at Law, is in the press.


The celebrated Swedish Sculptor Bystrura has just completed models of a statue of Christ, twelve feet high—of a group of "Charity"—and of two figures of Faith and Hope, ten feet and a half high, which the King of Sweden some time since ordered him to execute for one of the churches in Stockholm. The sculptures themselves are, with the King's permission, to be chiselled in Home of the finest Italian marble, by Bystrbm himself; and he is to proceed to the south, and commence his labours in that capital in the course of the ensuing autumn.


Defences for Joseph Proser, Esq. Advocate; to the Action at the Instance of Peter Duffy, of Over Wiggie, lately Hairdresser in Edinburgh. The summons concludes for a sum of money for flour and labour bestowed by the pursuer on the defender's wig, to which the following defences are humbly submitted :—

Preliminary.—The present action is of an alimentary nature, and is not competent before the Supreme Court.

Peremptory.—1. The builder of a wig, like the builder of a bridge, not by estimate, but for a full and adequate consideration, is bound, in warrandice, to uphold the wig for the period of three years, certain. During this period, the pursuer was, therefore, in the eye of law, curator bonis, to the defender's wig.

2. While the wig in question was under the legal guardianship of the pursuer, he allowed it to decay culpa coma, and it is no longer grease-full and judicial, but beast-full and pernicious. Inde, pcrit suo domino.

3. The pursuer did not dress the wig with hair-powder, but with barley meal, which not only made it less attractive, but absolutely repulsive to clients, inferring poverty on the part of the wearer. This fact the defender offers to prove, comparatione wigarum. Farther, the meal generated vermin, and, for the injury he has thereby sustained, he claims damages.

4. Wigs being valuable, solely for the wisdom that is in them, the one which contained the head of the said Joseph Proser ought to have been known to the pursuer not to have been worth the powder, and, therefore he was, in mala fide, to apply it.

Plea In Law In tui pe causa mclior est conditio possidentis.

Pandects, lib. XXII. de aldificandis wiggibus.
Under protestation to add and eik.


To the Editor of the Tub Dat. Sir,—G. on answering Friday's "Puzzled Subscriber," has requested a solution of the following query :—" How am I to put 20 horses into five stables, so as to have an odd horse in each stable f" Unless the following is the answer I must "give it up." Put 3 horses into each of the first 4 stables, which make I?, then count the remainder from 20 backwards, and when you come to 13, which is an odd number, you will have disposed of all your horses. G. thinks " one good turn deserves another," will he be so good as to inform me, How I can plant four trees, that each may be at an equal distance from all the others.—I am, &c.

J. Snkiac.


Greek Emblem Of The Soul.—The same Greek word Psyche, signifies a butterfly and the soul, hence a butterfly was used by the Greek artists as an emblem of the soul, And Cupid fondling or burning a butterfly is the same as his caressing a Psyche or the soul. Indeed, for almost all the ways, Cupid is seen playing with butterflies, some parellel may be found in the representations of Cupid and Psyche. Thus, in one antique, Cupid is drawn in a triumphal car by two Psyches, in another by two butterflies. By this might be meant his power over the beings of the air, of which the car is an emblem.—Elves.

The famous grotto del cane, or dog's grotto, is a cavern in the side of a hill, about eight feet long, three wide, and four or fire high at the entrance, which is closed with a door. We extinguished torches in the vapour, but thought it unnecessary to torture any poor animal, as the nature of this grotto is now so well known, since the different composition of airs has been discovered. Reptiles only, resist the effects of the vapour for any length of time, because their respiration is arbitrary, and they live in this cavern as under water for a determinate period. We st< down within six inches of the ground, and felt the pungent sti exactly as if we had received a blow on the nose.—Smith.

Reynolds once observed, "pictures are like walls hung round with thoughts." The conversation of a wife and children at our vacant hours, is a most exquisite satisfaction, and from these, man will return to his pursuits with a mind serene and easy. The mutual good offices and endearments that are to be seen in a well regulated family, are a most ravishing entertainment, even to an observing stranger.—Essay on Marriage.

In the expedition in which Cyrus conquered so great a part of the world, Egypt doubtless was subdued, like the rest of the Provinces, and, indeed, Xenophon positively declares this in the beginning of his Cyropredia. Probably, after that the forty years of desolation which had been foretold by the Prophet, were expired. Egypt beginning gradually to regain strength, Amasis shook off the yoke and recovered his liberty.

He that went to help his friend out of a river, and pulled his arm out of joint, was excused by the wrong preserved person. The evil accident was taken off by the pious purpose. But be that, to dishonour his friend, throws a glass of wine in his face, and says he did it in sport, may be judged by his purpose, not by his pretence, because the pretence can be confuted by the observation of little circumstances and adherence? of the action, which yet peradventure cannot legally be proved.—Taylor.


We are little Brethren Twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain;
"Many to our counters run,
Some are made and some undone.
But men find it to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost J
Though we play them tricks forever,
Yet, they always hope our favor.


"Stanzas on Midnight," are rather too sombre for " The Day."

We decline inserting " T's Lyrical Squib." The spirit, which dictates it, is bad, while the irony, if irony it may be called, is pointless.

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To be seen at the Madeira Court Repository.
Glasgow, 10th April, 1832.

SEA BATHING QUARTERS AT GOUROCK TO LET, SEVERAL FURNISHED HOUSES, consisting of from Three to Six Apartments, situated at the West End of the Village of Gourock.

Apply to BEN. BARTON, of Henderson & Barton, Writers, 48, Queen Street.

Glasgow, llth April, 1832.

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