enormous day's fishing was displayed, he contemplated it | Williams. There is, for example, he who wrote the Life with the mild triumph of a gentleman and an angler. Having dried himself, and satisfied the cravings of appetite, he, first asking permission to use such a liberty, extended himself in a reclining posture upon a sofa which stood in the room, and began to converse. He followed the train of conversation wherever it led, showing himself equally versed in the mysteries of fly-fishing and metaphysics. By a tacit consent of all parties, politics were studiously eschewed. What first struck us was the intense power of his descriptions—the scenes rose embodied before us, as fixing us with his bright eye he evoked them, we knew not, spell-bound as we were, whether by the rich colours of his language, or by some magic in his glance. We were next startled by the broad rich humour of his grotesque impersonations. If any ludicrous idea were suggested, by himself, or another of the party, his delight was to pursue it to the very verge of absurdity, and even there to give it a palpable form, and that character of truth and reality, which genius bestows on its wildest imaginings. He treated us, in the course of the evening, to a thousand pictures, wild as Teniers' temptations of St Anthony, but luxuriant and glowing as the hues and forms of Italy. And ever and anon our high-wrought spirits were allowed to repose, by his introducing remarks upon life and character, in a tone of mild philosophic reflection. Whenever he addressed his young comrades, or alluded to his relations, there was an affectionate tremour in his voice. We regarded him with wonder and admiration. His was a spirit which must in youth have been terrible in its beauty, but years had rendered it milder, without impairing its strength. He was like a gorgeous picture, with its tints tempered by the lapse of time; like a noble and fiery wine, made mellower and richer by age; like-himself, his only parallel. of Fuseli-what is his name? But we can with stillgreater facility imagine a better. His best recommendation is that, except in his first chapter, which is eminently stupid and irrelevant, he strews his materials lavishly before us, seldom poking in his own stupid face to make a remark. He has given us an excellent "memoire pour servir," &c. Sir Thomas Lawrence is an artist, in the vindication and maintenance of whose fair fame the country is deeply interested. He is one of our three British portraitpainters, who, for originality and solid value, are entitled to rank among the Vandykes. First is Reynolds with his glowing and harmonious colour, his character, and his bold, manly style of handling. Next comes Raeburn with his breadth and solidity of effect, his likenesses of the mind as well as the body. Last, Sir Thomas, noways inferior to either, with his real presences, his eyes, into which you look down till you see the soul. We do not deny that there are, and have been among us, other portrait-painters of high merit, but not one of them has attained to such a mastery in their department as this splendid triumvirate. Lawrence was the son of an innkeeper-of a man who had been born to better prospects, somewhat addicted to literature, and a considerable prig. The boy was remarkable for his beauty, early showed a knack of taking likenesses, and, under his father's sedulous tuition, displayed a talent for declamation which he retained through life. Rather a ludicrous account is given by an eyewitness of one of his earliest attempts at portraitpainting: “Lawrence frequently brought his boy to the greenroom, and we would set him on a table and make him recite Hamlet's directions to the players. On one of Despite our fatigues, and the prospect of next day's rethese occasions, Henderson was present, and expressed newal of them, we listened to his eloquence till far in the much gratification. The little fellow, in return for our morning. At last he rose, and, calling his boys to his civilities and flatteries, was desirous to take our likenesses, side, with a playful affectation of decrepitude leaned the first time we came to Devizes, and Edwin and my heavily upon them, and was thus borne out of the room. self afforded him an opportunity soon after, on one of Who can he be? was our first question. Alfred, pick- our non-playday's excursions. After dinner, Lawrence ing up a handkerchief he had dropped, proceeded to ex-proposed giving us a reading as usual, but Tom reminded amine the corners we were too much excited to attend him of our promise. We preferred a specimen of his to punctilioes on one of which he discovered the initials talents, as being most novel. The young artist collected Blockheads that we were, not to have recognised his materials very quickly, and essayed my visage the first. In about ten minutes, he produced a faithful delineation in crayon, which for many years I kept as a curiosity. He next attempted Edwin's, who, startled at the boy's ability, resolved (in his usual way) to perplex him. C. N. him sooner. The sun rose next morning bright and cloudless. We were stirring with him, and after one of Clovenford's amplest breakfasts, proceeded to take leave of our kind and attentive hostess. But before departing, we had to go through a ceremony belonging to the simple and kindly manners of the olden time. In came the landlady with no small degree of bustle, smiling through her tears, carrying a tray covered with bottles, glasses, and shortbread" Naebody ever left this house without takin' a dram frae my bottle, and sic discreet gentlemen shanna be the first." So we performed the libation with all due solemnity, and exeunt omnes. LITERARY CRITICISM. "No man had a more flexible countenance than Edwin. It was not only well featured, but well muscled, if I may be allowed the expression, which enabled him to throw over its surface, as on a moral prism, all the colours of expression, minutely blending or powerfully contrasting. He accordingly commenced his sitting, by settling his face into a sober and rather serious aspect, and when the young artist had taken its outline and come to the eyes, he began gradually, but imperceptibly, to extend and change it, raising his brows, compressing his lips, and widening his mouth, till his face wore the expression of brightness and gaiety. Tom no sooner The Life and Correspondence of Sir Thomas Lawrence, perceived the change, than he started in supreme wonder, Kt., President of the Royal Academy. By D. E. Wil attributing it to a defect in his own vision. outline was accordingly abandoned, and a second comIn two vols. 8vo. Pp. 473, 586. menced. Tom was now more particular, and watched London. Colburn and Bentley. 1831. him narrowly, but Edwin, feature by feature, and muscle THERE is an immense deal of coquetting and compli- by muscle, so completely ran, what might have been menting at the outset of this book, between Mr Camp- called the gamut of his countenance-as the various combell and Mr Williams, who were to have been joint-get-ponents of its harmony-that the boy drew and rubbed ters-up of the Life of Sir Thomas Lawrence-between Mr Campbell, who was to have fathered the work, and Mr Williams who has. We do not see what possible interest the public can have in their private arrangements. We can easily imagine a worse biographer than Mr liams, Esq. The first out, till his hand fell by his side, and he stood silently looking in Edwin's face, to discover, if possible, its true expression. Edwin could not long maintain his composure at his scrutiny, and revealed the hoax with a burst of merriment and mimic thunder." 318 THE EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL; OR, low whisper, and with that tone Bfated and indefensible indeed was this affair. Sir Troy And fallen was once Sweetly, Would be m Welightful in anticipation, than seen in its full carnival, with its its dimhated Ꮔ round ' Se rich tapestries hung dome, and the magnificent fireworks from the castle of St Angelo, with all the gorgeous accompaniments of proThe painful cessions, fêtes, &c. &c. "My case is very different to yours, and many inquiet-magnanimity, and highest exertion of fortitude and genethe warm and open admirer of her sister, udes break in opon motoIthink more seriously of life it to sublue her feelings, when he declared himself I proceeded to the time expected for than ever didyandoreflect, thats I bave lived half my courtship of the other e day of marriage. The parent of days, and dore not half of what my morning promised.acrifice was made magnanimously by the sister, and the six years, I have been rising the settlement of the It is true, that for these last put I find that in professional estimation bu pecuniary embarrassments, when his wayward fancy too rise with it, and some way or other reach they emies the lady had agreed to relieve Mr Lawrence of all his are ve 181091 90102 29280mongst the best part of pably, reverted to, his first attachment. He was of The necessity forbidden further intercourse with the family, pure, the excelCompetitors, at least with that branch of it. 959 may Be inlent, and beautiful girl, sunk into the grave, with wounded pride and broken spirits, the unsullied and deplored She was allied to a family more victim of his caprices an proof, that this and more are imputed to me that I'am celebrated, than any extant for talents of a peculiar de- the society," one Rect again to see realized, Bech restless enemies to shame. to do so; and, instead of being their envy, beco Popular love, and the enthusiasm of sorrow, never towards greatness perhaps so real, saw in her a promised Elizabeth, and while yet she lived it was a character which I should sincerely have assigned to her, as that I am that she would have been a true monarch, have loved which she would most nearly have approached: certain her people, charity and justice, high integrity, (as I have stated,) frankness and humanity, were essentials and fixed in her character: her mind seemed to have nothing of subtlety or littleness in it, and she had all the courage of her station. 6 "She once said, "I am a great coward, but I bluster it out like the best of them till the danger's over I was told by one of the members of the council awaiting her delivery, that Dr Baillie came in, and said in answer to some enquiries, She's doing very well: shell not die of fear she puts a good Brunswick face upon the matter, She had a surprisingly quick ear, which I was pleasantly warned of: whilst playing whist, which being played for shillings, was not the most silent game, I ever witnessed, she would suddenly reply to something, that the baron or I would be talking of, in the lowest tone, at the end of the room, whilst her companions at the table were ignorant of the cause of her observations. ring a short pause I spoke of the impression it had made on me. Yes, she had a clear, fine understanding, and very quick-she was candid, she was open, and not suspecting, but she saw characters, at the glance-she read them so true. You saw her; you saw, something of us you saw us for some days you saw our year! Oh! what happinessband it was solid it could not change, for we knew each other except when I went out to shoot, we were together, always, and we could be together—we did not times1200 bus baubdue teom od d is bit tried to check this current of recollection, that was evidently overpowering him (as it was me), by a remark on a part of the picture, and then on its likeness to the youth of thesedokingtai Aht and my child was like her for one so young, as if it had really lived in childhood For one so young, it was surprisingly like-the nose it was higher, than childrens are the mouth, so Like hers sout, trying to describe its mouth on his "I have increased respect for the Bishop of Safis own: My grins dino think of it, but if I could have bury, because he appeared to have fully performed his a drawing of it! She was, always thinking of others, duty in her education. She had, as he had, as I have said, "great not of herself no one so little selfish always looking knowledge of the history of this country, this country, and in the Busi-out for comfort for others. She had been for hours, for nesses of life, and a readiness in anecdotes of political many hours in great pain she was in that s situation parties in former reigns. where selfishness, must act if it exists when good people How often I see her now entering the river oft, Charlotte, was, not any them so and my stantly on his arm,) with slow but firm not make her so! -and the small, but elegant proportion of her head' to She, thought our child was alive; I knew it was not, her figure, of course more striking from her situation.and I could not support her m her mistaked I left the the room Her features, as you see, were beautifully cut her clear for a short time in my absence they took Courage, and blue eye, so open, so like the fearless purity purity of truth that informed her. When she recovered from it, she said, the most experienced parasite must have turned from Call in Prince Leopold there is none can comfort him it when he dared to lie. but me My Charlotte, my dear Charlotte! And Those us 903 า " B ΤΟ the room, con- will be selfish, becausrief to engr What he says of Prince Leopold, is well calculated to looking, at the picture, baking to others, 071942 hands, that at the last, when she was remove all those misapprehensions of his character, which factious virulence has for years been so busily attempting to disseminates o eroth 911s eir birt bad esmodT o On the whole, the reader will find in these volumes a to take my breakfast, Cabelorichamine of interesting and important information. Robert Graver spend om bunch of Morocco by Sic arthur de swears he can't stay in the room with it; SHION 300 that if he sees in the room with then there's Capell Brooked Bart: In 2 vols Syib Hpv 432, 408. it in one room, he'll go into another. Dr bei Londomin Colborn and Bentley! 10183bb bi Short. I said, I suppose by your going out and saying nii 90 97 1897 zie Jes! nothing, you don't like the picture here folie idle, fim Kars in one of ourgeting to the stif clent crit (and he was blubbering,) 'ti's so like hef, só amiable, that I could not stay in the room. gee More P passed on The subject, not worth detailing. I learnt t picture, and that it brought with T. Colonel Jeist was very much overcome by, the sight of the prince serves something, or makes some 791 thy of being preserved, We think it is Harrington in in that imawas, to receive reports the train of recollect the pro sab4bbary republic, the duty bus anoning, 36 The IN S. J ce desires me prince 29 travellers of what, Addenbrooke went in shortly, said, Ende ein St Day 19994 977y had seen and learned obliged to you he is for this attention, that he shall in foreign parts, hos THIS SHORT BURS who distinguished always remember it. He Total Do you think Sir Tho- the extent, accuracy, uracy, and importance of the information mas Lawrence would wish to see me?" If he would, I they, furnished, were marked by the examinators for shall be very glad to see him." I replied that I thought future employment in affairs of state and care was you would: so if you like, he will see you whenever you taken to record, all usefu all useful information, even even though it choose, before your departure. after, I went into came through the medium of a weak brother, lying him. As I passed through the hall, Dr Short came up, amid the trif trifles wherewith to me, (he had evidently been, and wasnerying and two grains of wheat amid a of that." The inthanked me for having paiited such a ploturelio Noone creased activity of the press enables in our days the pubis a better judge than I am, sir,' and he turned away. of these imaginary At large to discharge the office 7990.459972 1979 10 "The prince was looking exceedingly pale; but the functionaries Every person publishes his travels; if received me with calm firinness, and that low, subdued the book be good, it retains a a place in our shelves; if invoice that you know to be the effort av composure is He different, what is worthy of preservation is picked out, 29010990 of how months from the mespoke at once about the picture and of it value to him, and the rest dies away in a few more than to all the world besides. 10 From the beginningmory of man. People complain of the increased numto the close of the interview, he was greatly affected. Heber of dull books, as checked his first burst of affection, by adverting to the eterne public loss, and that of the royal family Two generations gone!--gone in a moment! I have felt for myself, but I have felt for the prince regent, My Charlotte is gone from this country-it has lost her. She was a good, she was an admirable woman. None could know my Charlotte as I did know her! It was my happiness, my ..duty to know her character, but it was my delight.' Du tell in a lively and amusing manner what he has seen. He is no profound analyser of character, he is particularly ignorant of every thing that pertains to natural history, he never troubles himself with bearings and distances, and his geography is in consequence much more puzzling already than that of Herodotus after the lapse of thousands of years. Still he is of use, for, in running over a tract of country, he shows whether it be I worth travelling through. He is a sort of Cuculus indicator, to lead the true huntsman to the hollow tree, or cleft of the rock, where honey is lodged. In the discharge of this pleasing duty, Sir Arthur visited, on a former occasion, the shores of the Baltic-the northern Mediterranean-and now he has bent his course towards the sea, which, in common parlance, bears that name. Sir Arthur landed at Cadiz, made excursions to Seville and Xeres, then crossed the mountains to Gibraltar, where he embarked for Africa. He took up his abode at Tangier, visited Tetuan; journeyed a little way into the interior, was not allowed to proceed to Fez, and returned to Gibraltar; proceeded through Grenada and Cordova to Madrid. The reader will see, that the ground he went over is precisely that which was the theatre of the fierce struggles between the Spaniards and the Saracens. It is classic ground. In Africa he met with many traces of the former lords of Spain. Tetuan is almost exclusively inhabited by their descendants, among whom the names of the principal families, celebrated in Spanish and Moorish ballads, still survive. Mr Price, late vice-consul at Tetuan, met at Ceuta a Moorish chief and his sister, who claimed to be descendants foom the last Moorish king of Grenada. The lady had visited Spain to claim restitution of the palace of Alhambra, which was refused, but small pensions were settled, by the Spanish government, upon her and her brother. Mr Price obtained from them two portraits of Christian knights, which were heir-looms in their family, and to which a wild tale of feudal vengeance attached. Sir Arthur's visit to Xeres-the land of the wine, which has been popular in England ever since Sir John Falstaff drank "good sherris-sack," is, in our eyes, the most interesting of his Spanish rambles. His description of the vintage is beautiful and picturesque. "The vineyard was a few miles distant, and the ride to it extremely pretty, through exceedingly narrow winding lanes, enclosed by gigantic hedges of aloe and Indian fig, varied by olive-woods, which we occasionally passed through; the hills, as well as valleys, being thickly covered with vineyards with white cortijos peeping out from each. On reaching the vineyard, which was in a valley, we found the labourers busily employed in picking the grapes, and carrying them on their heads in baskets to the pressing-house. The vines were trained very low, and close to the soil, on account of the greater degree of heat. This vineyard, I was informed, was originally planted with three kinds of vines, calculated to produce the wines desired. Difference of soil, however, and parts more or less exposed to the heat, had produced several other varieties: some were nearly black; others white, large, and sweet; while others were tinged with a brownish red, of a dry flavour, and devoid of sweetness. From the last the sherry is produced. "All the different kinds are picked and pressed separately, and the casks containing the juice from each marked. By the time I had seen the process of pressing, which I shall mention hereafter, the sun was getting very low in the horizon, and we mounted our horses to return. The evening was deliciously cool, and its stillness was only interrupted by the loud whistling hum of a kind of large grasshopper, which resounded in all directions. The labourers were slowly returning from the different vineyards towards Xeres, and the toil of man was over for the day. In these latitudes, sunset is followed by almost immediate night; and the calm enchant ing hours of twilight, so soothing to the spirits, are unknown. "We were yet at some distance from Xeres, when the last rays glistened as they sank below the horizon; and before we had reached the town it was night. It is not very safe, in any part of Spain, to be out after dark in the country; and perhaps less so at Xeres than elsewhere, from the lawless and desperate character of the lower orders, and the continual occurrence of acts of robbery and violence. It is not an uncommon thing for these desperadoes to station themselves close to the town at nightfall, and stopping those who are returning from the country, ride off with their horses. We urged on our steeds to the utmost of their speed, although it was no very easy thing to find our way along the pitch-dark narrow lanes that we were obliged to wind along." In reading his account of the Bottegas, we could fancy ourselves transported into the regions of the Arabian Nights. Surely these are no mortal wine vaults he speaks of? "There are few, however, who would not feel inclined, I think, to repeat their visits more than once to the bodega. The term wine-vaults is ill suited to convey an idea of these really splendid and extraordinary establishments, which I should class among the things best worth seeing in Spain. Instead of descending into a dark, low, grovelling, and musty magazine, like the London Dock wine-vaults, spacious as they are, you first pass through a street, one entire side of which, for the extent of a quarter of a mile, is occupied by one of these bodegas; and entering through large folding doors, you find yourself, to your astonishment, in what at first sight appears to be a church of considerable dimensions, with a lofty roof, and divided into spacious aisles. "In the centre you see in large characters, Bodega of Jesus;' and at the sides, Nave of St Andrew, St Pedro, St Jago.' Your eye soon runs along the lower part of the building, and you see some thousand butts of wine ranged along the aisles and against the arched pillars. A delicious fragrance, which you easily recognișe, soon convinces you, notwithstanding the pious inscriptions you have been reading, that you are in a place exclusively dedicated to the enjoyments of the body. "On entering, you are waited upon by the superintendent of the bodega, who accompanies you through the different aisles, and who explains to you, on passing each barrel, the name, quality, age, and peculiar flavour of the wine within it; and, in order that you may understand it practically as well as theoretically, his observations are rendered clear and intelligible by a full glass of the delicious liquor. You proceed thus slowly through the whole range of the bodega, occasionally reposing, like Bacchus, astride of a huge butt, and sipping bumpers of luscious paxareti, fragrant muscatel, or dark creamy sherry half a century old. While on the outside every thing is blazing with the intenseness of the noontide heat, within, a delightful coolness, and a soft mellow light prevail; and you fancy you should like to pass the remainder of In this manner you your days in this pleasant retreat. keep on quaffing the nectar which is so liberally supplied you, until your senses become not quite so cool and collected as when you first entered, and you think it high time to make your retreat into the hot and dusty streets of Xeres." Our readers will now have the goodness to cross the sea with us to Africa. To judge from old chronicles, the Saracens, when compared with the Spaniards, were rather the more civilized nation of the two, and, in the present state of Spain, we would certainly pause before we attributed to the latter nation any decided superiority over their neighbours of the southern coast. Into this weighty disquisition we cannot, however, at present afford to enter. But we will convince our readers that the holy beggars of Africa are noways inferior to the jolliest friar in Spain. At Arzilla, Sir Arthur was visited by a Moorish saint, whom he treated to the favourite beverage of his people -green tea. The repast being over, the story proceeds thus: "The things were now about to be taken away, after many marks of admiration being bestowed on the cups and saucers, which were not very agreeable to my ears, when the old man requested me to give him one of the teaspoons, which I accordingly did, thinking myself lucky at the time to escape so well. I was, however, mistaken; for as I was slyly conveying the teapot out of sight, the old man, who kept the eye of a hawk on it, desired he might look at it. It was of queen's metal, and such a one had never been seen before by any of them. Its shape was first discussed, and its good qualities for pouring drawing, and making tea, were so loudly praised, that I began to tremble, when the saint concluded, to my horror, by begging me to give him the teapot; and, at the same moment, his cunning coadjutor gave me a most signififor. I had now to get out of the scrape as well as I could. It was impossible I could part with the teapot; it was the comfort, nay, very existence, of us all-I had but this one; and, besides all this, it was not mine own, having been lent me, as well as the contents of the canAll these teen, by my friend, Mr Duguid of Gibraltar. excuses I enforced, as I thought, with such seeming reasonableness, that the saint appeared satisfied, and said no more." cant look on no account to refuse the saint what he asked The old gentleman, however, returned to the charge before his departure: "The old man sat like a rock on the floor, with a most immovable countenance, for near three hours, to my utter despair, when he suddenly rose, seeing, probably, He did that there was nothing else to be got from me. not, however, take his departure without making another most direct attack upon the teapot, which I parried as well as I could. When about leaving the house to return home, his chief hypocrite, whom I have before noticed, begged his blessing, or, in other words, entreated him to favour him by spitting in his face; with which request the holy man immediately complied with the greatest liberality and benevolence. I had by this time such a surfeit of saints, that I never wished to set eyes upon one again." Notwithstanding his surfeit, Sir Arthur was obliged to swallow another mouthful: "Although I was up at an early hour the following morning, the saint was beforehand with me; for on putting my head out of my chamber door to examine the state of the weather, I found his disciple patiently sitting on the steps, and learnt that he had been there some time. On enquiring the reason of his early visit, he merely replied that he was come for my teapot. I now saw that the saint was determined not to give up his point; and as, from his power, he could annoy me in a more serious manner, and even prevent my proceeding on my journey, I thought it prudent to comply with his wishes, and therefore sent word back, that if he would lend me one I would make him a present of mine. The messenger was not long in returning, and carried away my poor teapot in triumph, leaving in its place an old earthenware one not worth a sixpence, but, singular enough, of English manufacture, and which, having been cruelly torn in its early days from its birthplace in the potteries, had been fated to linger out its existence in so villainous a country. The poor thing was now released from slavery, as it was my firm intention to carry it back to its native country, and preserve it as a memorial of my holy friend at Arzilla." Ecce iterum Crispinus! “I had just got my foot in the stirrup to mount, when I was touched on the shoulder by some one, and, looking round, who should I see but the saint's deputy come for his master's teapot, which he had already repented having lent me, as fearful he should not get it back again. The fellow actually seemed to haunt me; and I felt so provoked, that, if it had not been safely packed at the bottom of my baggage, I would have returned it by breaking it with infinite satisfaction over the rascal's head." For teasing pertinacity, Sinbad's old man of the sea was nothing to this tormenting incubus. One other specimen of African saints, and we have done : ance. "One of the mad sectarians above mentioned, whose name was Tyer Symock, and who, before he became converted, was a good, quiet, honest baker, rambling about one day by himself, came to a shop kept by a Moor named Salem Ben Joseph, and proceeded to exhibit some of the pranks of his sect. Upon this the shopman began to remonstrate with the disciple, by telling him that none but bad men would act so, and speaking at the same time in no very respectful terms of the followers of Ben Essa. During the time the altercation was going on, the follower had worked himself up to a tolerable degree of frenzy, which was greatly increased when he heard his holy sect thus reviled. The revenge he bethought himself of was whimsical enough, for he forthwith proceeded to devour every article in the poor man's shop, soap, oil, butter, figs, raisins, walnuts, the whole of which proceeded down his throat, to the astonishment and horror of the shopkeeper, occasioning him a loss of one hundred and fifty dollars. After he had made this singular clearing of the poor shopkeeper's goods, the latter posted up to the governor to complain of the severe loss he had sustained through the gourmandizing and revengeful appetite of the fanatic. The governor accordingly sent two soldiers to bring him before him, and which was done as soon as the fellow was in a fit state to make his appearUpon his being asked the reason for his behaviour in having eaten up the whole of the poor man's stock in trade, the man replied, it was to avenge the injury his saint had sustained from the impious language of the shopkeeper. The bashaw, upon this, wishing to put to a further trial his supernatural power of swallowing, ordered his attendants to prepare an enormous dish of kouskous; and, accordingly, a tub, containing one hundred pounds weight of kouskous and a whole sheep, was The bashaw, brought smoking hot before the monster. upon this, told him it was necessary that he should offer an ocular proof to all present of the power of his saint, by devouring instanter the mouthful of victuals he saw before him, if so, all well and good, and his saint would be a great man. Should he, however, fail in this performance, he would not only be obliged to pay for the loss he had occasioned the shopkeeper, but would receive the additional punishment of the bastinado, as a warning for the future. The hungry fanatic, upon hearing this, began to work himself up in the same manner which had before been attended with so fatal a result to the poor man's stock in trade; his countenance turned black, and his eyes looked like blood, and vowing that, if necessary, he would not only eat what was placed before him, but the bashaw and his attendants into the bargain, to work he went at the loaves and fishes, and in a short time cleared up every thing before him, to the astonishment of all present, and the satisfaction of every one except the poor shopkeeper, who was now convinced that the devil himself had borrowed the man's inside for his wicked purposes. The story goes, that the fanatic afterwards ate up all the grass about the bashaw's door, as a salad after his meal, and was dismissed with honour and credit." Sir Arthur speaks of Africa as a good hunting country. We recommend the hint to Mr Lloyd of Skidore and bear-shooting notoriety. It befits the nation whose home is on the deep, to have her sporting grounds coterminous with her empire. |
