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A PASSAGE FROM THE DIARY OF THE CLERGYMAN IN DEBT."

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From the London Court Magazive. the reader as from the lips of its melancholy

hero! LUCID INTERVAL OF A

PRISONER.

“My mother died when I was sixteen. I shall Mad! exclaims the reader. Oh no, surely not! ther's death. I was with her to the last

. I'alone

never-no, not even in madness, forget my moWill you tell me, that when the worst and drea- --for my father was away then-and she kissed riest calamity that in grief can visit virtue, or, in retribution, sin-has fallen upon a fellow-being; last sweet smile, and blessed me with her farewell

me with her last kiss, and smiled upon me with her when the bosom is fevered, and the heart burns, words. I remember I had been a wild boy ; I had and a storm is howling in the caverns of the brain, deserted as they are by reason, and shut given her many moments of pain and heart-ache, out from light;—when love's blessed spirit is lost and impetuous folly would in the end be my

and she often feared that my irrepressible levity

ruin. in frenzy, and memory makes way for despair; A fear of this sort seemed to pervade her spirit when all man's intellects lay prostrate, and all before, on holy wings, it took its far flight to God his affections are banished, all his hopes undone; for just before she died she said, with her mild can the law, holding a tyrant power over one who quiet voice and look, ' Dearest Fred-do-do be acknowledges no dictates, and is irresponsible as steady when I am gone;' and I promised it fera child, follow up an awful divine visitation, with vently. 'I will, mother, I will indeed !-See, see the hollow mockery of human vengeance, and how

memory

makes me weep! take the madman from his fit asylum, to close

“My father came home. He grieved a little, upon him the portals of a jail ! What the law can do it is no part of our voca- it soon fled after my mother was carried to her

but his sorrow was shallow and unenduring; and tion to establish; but what it has done we are free to tell, and we answer the question which grave. I know not even if it lasted out the we have imagined for our reader, with the asser

mourning suit. But if my father soon forgot the tion, that it has many times committed the in-dead, he did not neglect the living: he saw me

keeping the promise I had made to my dying mosane to prison for the crime of debt.

ther— to be steady after she was gone. I had

exchanged the theatres and saloons for study, A few days since it was my lot to read the and given up dissipation for my books. He befuneral service over the body of Frederic Storr. gan at once to interest himself in my pursuits, and He was buried in some ground attached to a set himself, well competent to the task, to comsmall chapel in the rules of the King's Bench, plete my education. The channel into which he within which he had resided twelve years. A turned it blasted the better feelings, and blighted few hired mourners saw him committed to the the flowers of my heart, and made me what you lomb, and one woman, who wept very bitterly, see me now. I had become steady with a good but who I afterwards ascertained was not con motive: alas! he taught me how to remain so nected with him by any positive tie of kindred with a bad purpose. He had traveled friendless from the living grave “My father was a sordid man; but his selfishof his prison to the darker, but scarce drearier ness denied to him the power of enduring those dwelling below the earth! I had known him for privations by which he could have sown in early some years previous to his death—he was mad, life the seeds of a fortune that might have swellsave at occasional lucid intervals, when memory ed into the Leviathan wealth of a Baring or a seemed to return with sense, and he could con- Rothschild, and he now sought to revive the lost verse with presence and rationality of mind. opportunity in his son. He went cunningly to Strangely too, at those moments he could recall work, and filled my mind with a cursed learning; and talk of the tormenting visions of his insanity, he awoke in me a bad ambition, by teaching me and none was then more aware that he had been the knowledge of the power of gold. Poverty he mad. He could go back, too, to the early events made me fear, and wealth worship. He alcheof his life, and often narrate the incidents that mysed my affections, and turned the current of had brought him into jail.

my heart. The love of man changed into the love I happened one morning in my ramble round of Mammon; all bright dreams vanished, save the rules of the prison, to meet Storr coming those which money seemed to gild. The charms, through the little gate before his dwelling, and the glorious beauties of external nature, lost all by his salutation I perceived that he had an in- loveliness in my sight, and became as nothing terval of sense-one of those beautiful episodes before the glittering attractions of a bank, or a of light and reason that for a time restore order vision of the interior of an iron chest. To accuin the brain. I spent the whole of that day with mulate became a passion with me, and the spirit him, endeavouring to amuse his mind, while it of usury an idol in my heart. So my father was retained its empire, with rapid and changeful gratified, and he rejoiced to see me a miser and a conversation, for of itself it seemed to revert, Mammon-lover, at the age of twenty-one. through the power of memory, to the stormy “Before he died, I had made a profession of “Past” of Storr's unhappy life.' Towards even that which he had taught me 10 adore. He saw ing, Storr's uneasiness upon this point increased, me engaged in partnership with a bill-broker, and at last I was obliged to allow him to unbur- equally famous for his extortionate discounts, and then himself of the history, which he was fond of his impenetrability of heart; and when I stood by narrating, of what had fallen out in the dark page my father's bed-side in the hour of death, he left of his destiny. The story is here presented to me and the world, saying-Fred, my boy, God

bless you, I am going now, but I'm glad to leave | by whom they had been decoyed, in a moment you in the way of making your fortune.' of need, into the debts which we now sought

“ The first sacrifice I made at the altar of to punish them for owing. Injustice, custom, money was by a marriage, for its love alone, to and the desire of wealth, had effectually closed a thoughtless and senseless girl, who had no the avenues of sympathy in our hearts, and our other positive attractions than a pretty face and a feelings were petrified, or we could not have heavy purse, the first of which was generally con- lived under the ordeals of touching narrative, fronted with a mirror, while of the latter I took tear-waking eloquence, and affecting appeal, especial care myself. The fortune procured me which we had daily to undergo. God !-in that some pleasure; but the only moment of real hap- brief period what a life was mine. Day after day piness I ever enjoyed with my wife was, when, did I enter my counting-house to find on my desk at the end of the first year of our union, I made letters that should have warmed an icicle to pity, the discovery that she was not likely to encumber and melted an avalanche into a torrent of benevome with the expense of children.

lence and human mercy for my kind! Here was " I devoted myself to my business, which I told a tale from a lone woman, that her house was you was that of stock-broker, with intense dili- desolated by my execution, that her husband was gence; but, oh! I look back upon it with more in- in prison at my suit. There lay a letter from a tense disgust. All the elements of the earth- young victim just taken to a spunging-house, the quake, that has since shattered my heart and first step on his extravagant path to jail, where, overturned my brain, were moulded in its cursed by our means, his heart was to be hardened, and crucible in which I sought my gold. Upon the his morals made corrupt. Now I read the statesea of life it foundered me, and I am now tossed ment of a father, that his wife must die, his busithere a wretched wreck. By the God of Heaven ness be neglected, his children starve, if I kept it was a fearful trade. Tell me not of the soldier him within stone walls. Personal intercessions, on the plains, nor of the doctor at the bed of suf- 100, poured in upon me. A mother from the fering, of torture, and of death: the scenes of the Bench, a wise from the Fleet, a daughter from battle and the plague are a feather in the balance Whitecross-street, a sister from the Marshalsea of misery, when weighed against those which I or Horsemonger-lane, would come before me in have seen and caused-yes, I, the relentless agent quick succession, sometimes mocking their own of other's sorrows, bartered for usury and begot in hearts, by assuming the smile by which they guilt.

hoped 10 charm; but oftener with tears, entrea*We had connected ourselves in a short time ties, and deluding hopes, soliciting the liberty of with a host of attorneys, Jews, bailiffs, money those they loved. Strange that I could be so lenders, and all the offścums of our trade. Doescoldly callous as to have left them unrelieved, a man fall from his horse, he goes to the surgeon bowed down by their oppression, for a purposeto have blood let--and so did we_leeches in in which humanity was forgotten for gold-s0 another sense-bleed the hundreds, who having worldly as an enquiry into the validity of a new fallen in circumstances came to us for temporary bill! Since then I have wept burning tears for relief. The tide seemed at first to flow from their every shilling that I gained by usury, and raved purses, but often did it eventually prove to be the out curses upon my own head, in madness for blood of the hearts! All our connections had to every prayer of affection that my brutality refused live. This was the great secret of the misery to grant. which we caused. It was our business to discount Soon, soon, soon followed the retribution ; it bills with enormous usury, under a certainty rushed upon me fiercely like a Niagarean torrent; that they would not be paid when due, although it gave no warning, it brought no compassion, it we were sure of the money soon after,—but we left no hope ;-it burned my heart, stone as it was, nerer waited. The bits of paper were passed to a cinder; ravenously as a vulture it fed upon over to the lawyers with whom we were linked, my spirit, and set a seal of darkness upon my and each took his turn, with a dishonoured bill, brain. The curses of the ruined, embodied in to arrest the unfortunates who had their names the form of fiends, danced around me in my attached, either as drawers, acceptors, or in the visions; they put my soul in fury, they encircled way of indorsement; for, to increase cost, we in- me with torments in fever, and from my dreams variably issued writs against them all. Then their howling woke me raving mad! Mad I have the Jew bailiffs were brought into play, and they been !-mad I must be !-mad I am !” made money either by arresting the parties, or by No, no, no !” said I, fearful of a relapse, from taking fees not to arrest. Thus it was an organ- the rising energy of the maniac, and at once I ised system of plunder, of which we were the sought to change the theme of talk; but he was polluted source. The tide of accommodation not to be diverted. rolled onward from our house, but its streams “No," said he, as he resumed, with a manner were pregnant with poison, and brought heart- calmed by my effort to distract him from his burnings to all who drank. As our connection story; "no, I have told you so far, and while I increased, we held in every prison in London, can I will tell you all. We went on with our victims whom we had arrested, and not a few in damnable game of usury, and as we made money the jails of county towns; and yet not one in- we increased our speculations to a large exteni. stance can I recollect that the persons whom we At last we had out an immense number of bills kept in durance deserved imprisonment, for they indorsed with our own names, of which however would have paid us if we had not sent them we were pretty confident as to the respectability thither, and we were the swindlers, upon system, of most of the acceptors. About the time they

THE HEROINE OF LA VENDEE.

AN EASTERN STORY-TELLER.

military society, he has transferred to his pages , compelled to read him a practical lecture on the necessisome of the spirit and feelings of the circles in ty of complying with the established regulations. He which he mingled, and which give to parts of his had been told that, as punctuality was a most indispenswork a conventional interest

. The Journal, in able maxim on board a man-of-war, where every thing short, is an agreeable hodge-podge; fresh, lively, depended on the example afforded to the sailors by their and frequently amusing, and never straining the officers and superiors, he would be expected at breakfast attention if it fails to excite it.

by eight o'clock every morning. In the course of our author's travels, he encoun

“On the following day, at the hour prescribed, the king

was seated at the cabin-table, and, after waiting a quarter tered some great personages. He saw Otho, king of an hour, as the prince came not, breakfast was finishof Greece, soon after his arrival in his dominions; ed. About half.past nine, bis royal highness made his had his brother, the Prince of Bavaria, for a fel. Jebut, and expressed some surprise at seeing the table low passenger, on board the steamer, (and a very cleared : however, the captain told him he was sorry he disagreeable one we are told he made ;) and was had lost his breakfast, particularly as it was a long time likewise honoured by the Duchess de Berri tread to dinner, and the regulations of the ship precluded his ing the same deck with himself. We take a de having any meal served before that was ready. The scription of the lady and an anecdote of the prince frowned, and looked marvellously discomfited; prince.

but, pocketing his lecture, he made an apology, and went

sulkily on deck. “ The duchess came on board with her husband and suite, Count Menars, and the Prince and Princess " I went with my friend, the American Secretary, to Her face is by no means a handsome one; and she is visit the coffee-houses in the Armenian quarter, where an very short, thin, and vulgar-looking. Nothing in her improvisatore exhibits his talents every holyday. Impersonal appearance marks her out for a heroine, or is mense crowds of respectable Turks assemble there to calculated to inspire her followers with the awe and re. listen to the narrations of this accomplished story-teller ; spect with which they seem to worship her. She soon and it is even said that the grand signior himself is often sat down to whist with her husband, Butera, and the old present as an auditor, in disguise.

We sat in Princess St. Theodore; but the game received many un. the open air, on a long pier of wood built out into the pleasant interruptions from the pitching and rolling of sea, where there were hundreds besides, perched upon the boat. Each time the fit came on, she sprang upon low stools, smoking, or eating delicious ices and maha. the bench on which she had been sitting, and after bend-labé, and laughing and talking with more vivacity than her head sans ceremonie over the vessel's side, quietly I could have expected in beings generally so taciturn, quietly sat down again to resume her cards. This rather and so absorbed in the contemplation of their own imunroyal and unlady-like exhibition occurred repeatedly; portance. At last a man came to the door of the largest and we were impressed with the idea that her manners Coffee-room and clapped his hands, when the Turks imaltogether were very unfitting her rank and station. As mediately moved into this apartment, in which seats it was publicly known that we had the Duchess de Berri were arranged in a semicircular form, one above the on board, she attracted considerable attention ; otherwise other, as in a theatre. A portion of the floor, in front of her carriage would never have distinguished her from the benches, was occupied by low stools, probably reservthe most ordinary passenger. Our Carlist friend appear. ed for visiters of distinction; and close to the wall was ed on the quarter-deck, wearing the colours of his party : a rostrum and a large easy arm-chair, on one side of at first she took no notice of him; but at length it occurs which stood a little desk. red to her that he might be a spy in disguise, and she “Our Oriental friends behaved with much politeness; haughtily demanded who he was. His loyalty and devo. for, perceiving from our European costume, that we were tion were not proof against this affront: in an instant he strangers, they offered us places in front of the stage; retreated below, ahd having disencumbered himself of and after a few minutes' delay a man entered, and was the once.cherished badge, reappeared on deck with a handed up to the platform and chair amidst a burst of countenance glowing with indignation; and, if I am not universal applause. In his hand he carried a small stick, much deceived, Louis Philip gained a convert from that and in gait, physiognomy, and manner, bore a singular moment.

resemblance to our English Mathews. He was dressed “We had a great increase of passengers, besides the in a frock.coat, now so generally worn in Constantinople; duchess and her suite; most of whom, being unaccus- and wore on one of his fingers a most superb brilliant tomed to sailing, were quickly on their beam-ends. The ring, which, it is said, was presented to him by the sul. weather, which at starting had threatened to be stormy, tan, as a mark of his especial approbation. A profound now cleared up; and, though the evening was calm and silence prevailed among the coinpany the moment he beautiful, a heavy swell still continued to render the mo. made his appearance ; every one seeming desirous to be tion of the vessel disagreeable. The Heroine of La Ven. amused, and most anxious to catch every word that fell dée is sleeping in her arm-chair; the faithful Menars from his lips. No story-teller of Stamboul had ever en. reposes at her feet; and her husband, whom she hardly joyed so much fame and popularity as this Turkish seems to notice, is sitting on a bench beside her. Mathews; who, rising from his seat and making three

very profound obeisances to the company, commenced MAN-OF-WAR DISCIPLINE-STRICT IF TRUE.

his “ At Home" with a series of imitations, in which he “I went on board the Madagascar in the evening, and personated a Turk_from Aleppo, the Yorkshire or Calaenjoyed a pleasant confab with the officers. There is a bria of the East. This Oriental John Trot is represented striking difference in the tempers and dispositions of the as setting out on his journey to see the world and make two royal brothers; the one being greatly beloved, while his fortune ; and with this intent visits various places. the other is disliked by every person in the ship. The On one occasion, being mistaken for a pacha in disguise, King (Otho) is very kind and affable, giving no unneces. he is every where feasted and treated with the most resary trouble, and mixing freely with the midshipinen spectful aitention, until, the real truth being discovered, and sailors; many a luncheon has he partaken of in the he is bastinadoed, spit upon, plucked by the beard, and, den of the former. His brother (the Prince of Bavaria), in short, maltreated in a thousand different ways. At on the contrary, is all fuss and superciliousness; and the last he finds his way to Stamboul, and manages to obtain very first morning after he embarked, the captain was an interview with his sublime highness; after which he

visits England, France, &c., and on his way back is taken which the graphic satirist has brought out more by a pirate, who carries him to the coast of Africa. Dur. humour and mind than are to be found in the ing this compulsatory voyage, he describes himself as

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he illustrates. How capital, for instance, is affected with a most horrible sea sickness ; and here his the awkward expectancy of the “Last Man," representation of a person labouring under that detestable waiting, torch in hand, to descend into the groito malady was so accurate, that I almost fancied inyself again in the cockpit of the Acteon, and all the terrors of

of Antiparos! the voyage across the Adriatic arose fresh to my imagi. nation. After many other adventures, he returns safe to Aleppo, his native city, no richer than he set out; but, BRETON'S SCANDINAVIAN SKETCHES. like the monkey who had seen the world, “ full of wise saws" and strange assertions. His hairbreadth escapes,

Lieutenant Breton is not unfavourably known the unlucky scrapes he gets into the blunders he is in as a traveller, by the account he published of his cessantly committing from his imperfect knowledge of trip to Australasia. The organ of locomotion, the languages of the various nations among whom he is which seems strongly developed, subsequently thrown, the continual equivoque and play upon words, his look him to Norway; and the success of his “Exabsurd misconceptions of the orders he receives, his buf. cursions” has perhaps induced him to publish his fetings, bastinadoes, feasts, imprisonments, and escapes, tour. the odd satirical remarks elicited by the different objects,

The direction of the routes of our lieutenant places, and strange fashions be er.counters, all afforded does not greatly differ from that of Mr. Barrow, opportunities to the ingenious mimic for displaying the versatility of his powers. The changes, too, of voice, junior; nor indeed was there much room for manner, look, gesture, suitable to the various characters difference. Arriving at Christiana, which was he assumed, were infinitely ludicrous and entertaining reached in eight days after leaving Southampton, In this respect he was little, if at all, inferior to his mirth our voyager pushed northwards for Trondhjem, inspiring brother of the Adelphi; in proof of which, I and returned by a different route. He then went need only state, thut, though utterly unacquainted with to Bergen, on the western coast; and, following his language and enabled to follow the thread of the story the course of Mr. Barrow, but not exactly his only by the hurried explanations of Hodgson, 1 sat listen. track, again (we infer) arrived at the northern ing and laughing with the greatest satisfaction for more capital, by the different conveyances of sea-boats, than two hours, without feeling my attention at all be. saddle-horses, and carrioles; and finally reached ginning to fag: As to the Turks, they were literally his first starting-point, but by a fresh road,-for convulsed with laughter; shouting, screaming, and utter. Mr. Breton is a great admirer of the ancient ing a thousand exclamations of delight; and more than once it was evident, from their uproarious mirth, that he maxim, that

no wise man goes back the way he had succeeded in satirising the peculiarities of some well-came. As Norway is not greatly distinguished known individual. At every pause in the story-very for arts, commerce, or conventional modes, there necessary for the actor, who was often exhausted by the was nothing to describe, but her scenery ; nothing violence of his gesticulations-wooden trays were handed to observe, but her peasantry, who are not numerabout, and every one was expected to contribute a few ous; and little, it would appear, to be met with, paras. Of course the liberality of the audience was pro- save short commons, rugged rides, fresh air, and portioned to the gratification they received; and on the brief slumbers. The landscapes are monotonous; present occasion, he, no doubt, experienced substantial and Mr. Breton describes them as (of course they proofs of their approbation in a pretty considerable har. must be) far inferior to those of Switzerland. yest of silver pieces.”

Of the people he forms a much less favourable

opinion than Mr. Barrow; painting them as dirty, "The American Vice-Consul accompanied a party of somewhat obtrusive, slothful, and given to impose, Americans to Buyukdere, where he took a caique, and --though the last is perhaps traceable to the prorowed alongside the Russian flag-ship. The sentinel at digal folly of English tourists. The inconvenithe gangway immediately ordered them to sheer off; ences of traveling we have indicated, and our and, on demanding the reason, they were told that they author holds that there are no dangers which prumust not at tempt to approach without the admiral's per. dence may not guard against; its pleasures, unless mission. Nothing daunted, they desired the man to ask to the most robust of men, we opine to be nonthe officer of the watch to allow them to inspect the inte existent. Scandinavia is clearly the last resource rior of the vessel; but he fatly refused, because they of the traveling mania, except a journey overland were Englishmen.' “No sooner, however, was it explained that they were

to the North Pole, or a voyage to discover the

Southern Continent. Americans, than they were desired to wait, while the officer reported this communication to his superior; the

The great merit of the Ercursions in New result of which was, that the admiral himself came on South Wales, was the unpretending manner in deck and took them down to his cabin, where he treated which they conveyed a quantity of new and practhem to a luncheon of bread and cheese, fruit, and porter. tical information upon matters of general interest. When he had shown them over the ship, he ordered his The literary qualities of our author remain the boat to be manned, and conducted them himself to the same, or are perhaps improved; but the uncongebead-quarters of the camp, sent an officer as their guide, nial nature of his matter has to a certain extent and patiently waited until they had fully gratified their prevented their full exhibition. The work-as curiosity. But his attentions did not end there ; for he what work would not ?-may also have suffered took them on board again, gave them another luncheon, something from a change of plan. The author and afterwards sent ihem ashore at Buyukdere in his originally designed writing a small volume to

serve as a guide-book; but changing his mind, George Cruikshank has drawn and etched some produced a bulky octavo-with some disadvanclever scenes, after sketches by the author, in fage, we think, as to the clearness of his arrange

RUSSIAN DIPLOMACY.

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From the New Monthly Magazine. under the new idea, is occasionally suspended to

FINE ARTS-ROYAL ACADEMY. make way for matter collected from other books. The intended tourist, however, would do well to It appears to be almost universally admitted consult it for its practical information and its use that the present exhibition at the Royal Academy ful hints; the general reader may be pleased with is of a superior kind to any of late preceding some of his adventures, and with his views and years. Not but there is the usual supply of many plates of costumes; whilst the elaborate map positively bad pictures, but the preponderance is may be serviceable to both classes.Spectator. decidedly in favour of those of a better order. To

none does more interest attach than to that of Mr. Wilkie, numbered 64 in the catalogue. The sub

ject is Christopher Columbus seated at a table From Blackwood's Magazine.

explaining the project of his intended voyage for NURSERY REMINISCENCES.

the discovery of the New World in the convent Macduff:-I cannot but remeinber such things were!" of La Rabida. The story is taken from Wash

ington Irving's life of the discoverer. “A stranI remember, I remember,

ger traveling on foot,” says the memoir by WashWhen I was a little boy,

ington Irving, “accompanied by a young boy, One fine niorning in September,

stopped one day at the gate of a convent of FranUncle brought me home a toy ;

ciscan friars, dedicated to Santa Maria Rabida, I remember how he patted

and asked of the porter a little bread and water Both my cheeks, in kindliest mood;

for his child ; while receiving this humble refresh“ There,” said he, "you little fat-head,

ment, the guardian of the convent, Friar Juan There's a top because you're good!"

Perez Marchena, happening to pass by, was struck

with the appearance of the stranger, and obseryGrandmamma-a slirewd observerI remember gazed upon

ing, from his air and accent, that he was a forMy new top, and said with fervour, eigner, entered into conversation with him.

The “Oh! how kind of Uncle John!"

stranger was Columbus. The conference which

followed, remarkable for opening a brighter prosWhile mamma, my form caressing, –

pect in the fortunes of Columbus, forms the subIn her eye the tear-drop stood

ject of the picture, in which he is represented Read me this fine moral lesson, See what comes of being good!"

seated at the convent table, with the prior to his right, to whom he is explaining, on a chart, the theory upon which his long contemplated disco

very is founded. At his left is his son Diego, I remember, I remember,

with a small Italian greyhound at his feet, supOn a wet and windy day,

posed to have accompanied them in their voyage One cold morning in December,

from Genoa.” Such is the foundation for the I stole out and went to play ;

picture, which is, in our estimation, Mr. Wilkie's I remember, Billy Hawkins

noblest work. The finest portion of it, as far as Came, and, with his pewter squirt,

mere painting is concerned, is the head of the Squibb'd my pantaloons and stockings,

prior, who is intently gazing upon the chart, while Till they were all over dirt!

Columbus demonstrates the practicability of his To my mother for protection

plan. He looks half aghast at the wonderful reI ran, quaking every limb:

lation, which he appears not entirely to compreShe exclaimn'd, with fond affection,

hend.' Its vastness has half bewildered him, yet “Gracious goodness! look at Jem !"

he dares not disbelieve. But the grand merit of Pa cried, when he saw my garment,

the picture is in the conception of the character of -'Twas a newly purchased dress

Columbus as depicted in his countenance. On “Oh! you nasty liitle warment,

his brow is seated every thing that is lofty in How came you in such a mess ?"

thought and grand in design, while his counte

nance bespeaks a disposition“ learned in all huThen he caught me by the collar,

manities." To afford it its just share of praise is -Cruel only to be kind

scarcely possible,-it is worthy the wonderful And, to my exceeding dolour,

original. " Garcia Fernandez, the physician of Gave me several slaps behind.

Palos, whose scientific acquirements enabled him Grandmamma, while yet I smarted,

to appreciate the project of Columbus, is restAs she saw my evil plight,

ing on the table listening to the amazing story. Said-'twas rather stony-hearted“Little rascal! sarve him right!"

Behind Fernandez is Martin Alonzo Pinzon, a

great navigator, and who became the comrade of I remember, I remember,

Columbus in his first expedition, but subsequently Froin that sad and solemn day,

deserted him. This head is also very fine. PinNever more in dark December

zon is adjusting a telescope, and, with his eyes Did I venture out to play!

half averted from his task, he greedily devours And the moral which they taught I

the details of the plan. The expression of this Well remember :-Thus they said,

face is envy, of a jealousy that will not accord the “ Little boys, when they are naughty,

due share of praise, but of an understanding that Must be whipp'd and sent to bed!”

appreciates the excellence of the scheme. The

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